“That we do, Momma B.” Tracker nods, agreeing with the lady.
The rumbling of bikes causes me to turn around and off in the distance I can see two bikes come flying up the lane. As they draw closer, I can see Stoney’s Harley as he comes up, parks next to the club, turns off his bike, and dismounts, as does the man next to him as well.
Stoney doesn’t waste any time while he walks right up to me. “One of our clubwhores works at Dolly’s Playhouse and got spooked by some guys who wanted to make sinners pay. Not only that, but one of our other girls, Tiny, overheard one of the usual customers talking about guys who sounded the same. They’re going over to the next town acting like bible thumpers who go door to door, trying to send their message. Sound familiar?”
I blink a few times at him, wishing this didn’t sound familiar to me at all. It seems like this cult is changing the way they operate, targeting a specific type of people. “I’m sure there’s more.”
He nods. “Yeah. I’ve heard their message is maintaining the innocence of young women until marriage, and ensuring they aren’t branded a sinner. Tiny overheard something you haven’t told me, though. Apparently, they have a program for young ladies who are minors. It’ll rectify them in the eyes of God.”
I narrow my eyes. “What, like a camp?”
“Sure sounds like it.”
“Fuck. We need to get inside and talk by ourselves.”
Stoney nods. “Alright, let’s go into my office.”
Chapter Seven
Stoney
After the heated conversation in my office with Boss, I find her at the bar drinking what appears to be a bourbon while she talks to Cherry Pie. The two of them are laughing at something or another and a thought crosses my mind. Let’s see about putting that rumor about her club to a test.
With a grin on my face, I approach the two women, placing my hand on both their backs. I know Cherry Pie will do anything I tell her to do. Boss, on the other hand, is a wild card, but we’ll see just how adventurous she can be.
“How about we go have a party of our own in my office?” I suggest, running my fingers softly along Boss’ spine as I tap Cherry Pie’s ass roughly.
“Let me ask you something, Stoney. Do I get her by myself, or is this a two-for-one deal?” I see what she’s doing. Damn, the woman really must not care for me much.
“It’s me and Cherry Pie or neither of us,” I declare.
Boss glances over to Cherry Pie and I see lust fill her eyes. She nods her head and downs the rest of her drink, following behind me and Cherry Pie as I guide them into my office. Locking the door, I move around them to sit on the couch, ready to watch the show.
“Cherry Pie, I want you to take Boss’ clothes off slowly, then suck her tits into your mouth,” I order. Boss’ eyes narrow and she stares at me. Everything about the woman screams dominance, but she had her turn last night. Now it’s my turn.
“Just roll with it, Sugar. I know you like to be in charge of things, and you will be, but just let me enjoy the show. Once she’s done with you, you’ll be doing the same to her,” I say.
It feels like the minutes are prolonged as we stare each other down. Boss grips ahold of Cherry Pie’s hair and pulls her in for a demanding kiss while Cherry works at pulling Boss’ pants apart.
The way Boss seemed to take control of Cherry Pie’s movements even when she was the one receiving the attention has my dick throbbing against my jeans. I’m not normally one for threesomes, but fuck if it isn’t hot watching the two women as they rub up against each other.
Cherry removes Boss’ shirt and bra all in one move and she kisses her way down the woman’s chest, sucking a nipple in her mouth. She glides her other hand across Boss’ stomach up to her other tit.
Boss moans and I know she’s enjoying all the pleasure Cherry’s giving her as she throws her head back.
“Stop what you're doing, Cherry. Finish stripping both of you, then come here,” I order while I undo my jeans to pull my dick out before reaching in my pocket for a condom. Ripping the foil with my teeth, I slide it in place as I stroke myself, staring at the two fucking sexy women coming toward me. “On your knees, Cherry.”
At my command, Cherry Pie does just what I want, taking me in her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. Glancing up at Boss, I give her a grin. “Wanna know why we call her Cherry Pie?” I ask.
“I can only imagine,” she says. Her voice is husky as she stares at the woman now sucking my dick.
“Then why don’t you enjoy some of her pie,” I suggest, holding a hand out in the direction of Cherry Pie’s ass that’s sticking up in the air.
“Don’t mind if I do. Cherry pie is one of my favorites,” she states as she starts to lay on her back, pulling Cherry’s lower half down on her face.
Throwing my head back against the cushion, my hips lift involuntarily when Cherry Pie’s suction on my dick changes as she all but swallowed me. Which is a feat in itself— I’m not a small guy. What’s the saying? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and everyone knows why my son got the name Horse.
“Fuck, Boss. I don’t know what you’re doing to her, but damn, keep doing it,” I groan as Cherry Pie continues to force my cock
