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  I chuckled. “Just for two days. We’ll use that one called the Presidential Suite. Looks like it’s got some good lighting from what I could tell from pics on the internet.”

  Silence over the phone.

  “Damnit. Okay. The suite is yours for the weekend. Just leave everything the way you found it.”

  I lit a joint and clicked on the link to the site that Dani texted me earlier that day. It was called “Big Bobby’s Bodacious Babes,” showing other girls along with Danika, staring as Dani Storm. I clicked on the image of a naked Dani, wrapping her arms across her tits with a sexy pout to her full lips.

  I watched as the video streamed Dani lying on a lounge beside a pool on a sunny day. Two men enter the scene, and after getting her out of a black bikini, Dani worked their hard dicks. She sat on her knees while jacking them both with her hands and sucked on one, then the other. I saw the look of innocence in her eyes that I remembered from seven years ago. When the DP scene started, and they began to fuck her pussy and ass, my dick was getting hard under the bar. I shifted in my stool then tipped back a shot of whiskey. Having a full hard-on with the kind of dick I carried gets all jacked up in a pair of jeans.

  “Hot damn! Is that your chick, Danika?” Wrecker asked as he slapped a hand on my shoulder while peering over my shoulder to look at my phone.

  “She’s not my chick. Dani is just property like all our other club whores, and she’ll bring in some big money.” I closed down the site and took another hit off the joint.

  Wrecker planted himself on the stool next to me as the bartender slid a beer to him. “Well, it sure did look like she was your chick when you carried her bare-ass-up on your shoulder the other night. She’s living at your place now, too, ain't she?”

  “Stop bustin’ my fuckin balls, Wrecker.”

  When Roadkill walked in, they both followed me down the hall into one of the VIP rooms. We sat on the couches, and I passed what was left of my joint to Roadkill.

  “FOCUS hooked us up with that film director, Kane Legend,” Wrecker said. “This was the same director the Royal Bastards Video contracted with to shoot their film Rotten to the Core. He’s flying in from LA this weekend. The three girls chosen as DC’s Dirty Dolls will be Dani Storm, Roxi Wylde, and Busty Braces.”

  Roadkill held in a hit too long and coughed it out.

  I just shook my head at Wrecker. “If that’s what you’re calling her, okay, but she’s Lacey Lust, dumbass. I just got off the phone with Nolan Reynolds before you two got here. We have the best suite at the MGM for two days to shoot some scenes.”

  “Who’s the lucky guy that gets to fuck them girls?” Roadkill asked.

  “That’ll be our brother from the Cleveland Chapter, Sledge.”

  When a few chapters of the Royal Bastards came together, we were fierce warriors out for blood. A few months back, my chapter rode up to help our Cleveland brothers wipe out their rival club, Dogs of Chaos MC. When we partied at their clubhouse, I told Sledge—as in Sledgehammer—to whip out his dick so we could measure ours side by side. But his chapter prez, Ghoul, shut that down quick. Sledge fucked anything that sat still long enough and sported a woody when he found out my chapter was getting into the porn business with our NYC brothers. When I called and invited him down to film with the Dirty Dolls, he probably shot a load all over himself.

  CHAPTER 9

  DANI

  Heavy handed me a load of cash to go shopping with, and Lacey picked me up from his house. I didn’t pack much in the bag I brought from Atlantic City and resorted to just wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts, a black tank, and my black-heeled boots. She drove us to the mall while Eddy, one of Heavy’s prospects, followed us on his bike. He was all inked up and big as a bear, but with his boyish face, he looked more like a teddy bear than a grizzly. Lacey was a dancer at the Dollhouse with pretty blonde hair, curvy hips, and a nice set of fake tits. She seemed to hold back and gave me closed-lip smiles because I think she was a little embarrassed by her new set of braces. It was just nice to get away from Heavy and his grumpy stares the past few days. I enjoyed Lacey’s company as we shopped at a mall, trying on both cute and sexy outfits together. We giggled when we made Eddy carry our shopping bags. He was pretty pissed by the time we left the mall, but he did exactly as Heavy told him to do—keep a protective watch over both Lacey and me.

  “Thank you for taking me out shopping today,” I said to Lacey as she drove us to the Dollhouse to meet up with Heavy.

  “You’re so welcome, honey. I love to shop, plus I’d do anything to help Wrecker and the Royal Bastards.”

  I saw her blue eyes light up and her cheeks flush when she mentioned Wrecker. “Aww, you like him, don’t you? Your eyes lit up! He’s a total hottie; I don’t blame you.”

  “Yeah, I do. Very much. Every time he looks at me, I get tingles in the rights spots! We’ve never fucked, but I’ve given him three blow jobs. But he looks at me like he does all the girls at the Dollhouse. The third time I sucked him was at the Royal Bastards Video party. But I didn’t do so great with these new braces. He told me to go practice sucking on someone else’s dick...” Lacey stopped smiling, and her sad eyes turned back to the road as she drove.

  Wrecker was an asshole. “Then turn the tables on him, Lacey.”

  “I was under a table when I gave him the blow job.”

  “What I mean is show him you’re not the least bit interested in him anymore. If he’s at the Dollhouse, pay extra attention to a customer who wants to watch you dance. I’ll bet he notices then and maybe even gets a little jealous.”

  She let out a high-pitched giggle. “Wrecker and the Royal Bastards don’t get jealous. I mean, yeah, some have ol’ ladies that wear their property patches, and those girls are golden. They’re not to be touched, and they’re protected by every member of the club. The rest of us girls are just sweetbutts, and a Royal Bastard can take his pick, depending on his mood.”

  “That’s just so barbaric and unfair. What if I wanted to hit on one of the Royal Bastards? The single ones, I mean. Can I have my choice of who I want between my legs?”

  Lacey looked at me again, but this time her smiling eyes were serious. “It’s a man’s world when it comes to an Outlaw MC, Dani. I learned that a long time ago. Some of us girls are lucky and become an ol’ lady to a good man in the club, but some don’t. Those who don’t are passed around and used up. There’s a saying for that in this world: Rode hard and put away wet. I don’t want to be one of those deadbeat bitches, strung out on drugs. I want to be someone’s ol’ lady. I want to be Wrecker’s ol’ lady.”

  “Most men I’ve known are just like that; some are far worse. I learned when I was young, what men really want. They want power. They want control. Those real sadistic motherfuckers will beat you and use you up until they’re bored and done with you. Then they toss you away like trash or pass you onto someone else just as cruel. So, to stay alive and halfway sane, I evened up the score. I learned what to say, how to dress, how to dance, and even how to fuck. It was all about survival.”

  As Lacey pulled into the parking lot of the Dollhouse, we saw Heavy’s bike parked alongside the others. We entered the club, and Eddy led us down the hall to the VIP room—the same room that Heavy carried me into that night at the party. I remember the feel of his huge dick as he slid inside me, and my stomach fluttered.

  Eddy knocked three times then opened the door. “The girls are back, Prez.”

  I followed Lacey into the smoke-filled room that smelled of weed to see Heavy sitting on one couch and Wrecker and Roadkill sitting on a couch opposite him.

  Heavy slouched lazily, wearing a black wifebeater, jeans, and black boots. He looked so damn sexy and cocky at once. “You did good, Prospect. Now go out and watch the bikes until we’re set to ride over to the clubhouse.”

  Lacey plopped down on the couch next to Wrecker when Heavy pointed to the empty space beside him. “Sit here, Dani.”

  I walked over and planted my ass up close
to him so that our thighs touched. The side of his lip lifted in a half-smile. “When we get home tonight, I want you to try on all the clothes you bought with my money.”

  “As long as you don’t rip any holes in them,” I bit back.

  Heavy leaned his head back and laughed, surprising me to see him in a lighter mood than usual.

  Roadkill passed a joint to him. “You paid for those clothes with my money, so I can do whatever the fuck I want to them.” He took a hit and held it in for a long moment and exhaled. He offered it to me. “Take a hit. Relax a bit.” I leaned in as Heavy held the joint between his thumb and finger and took a hit of the sweet-tasting weed. He passed it across to Wrecker. “I checked out the link you sent. I’m impressed. You learned a lot in those seven years. Get ready for a workout on that mouth, pussy, and ass this weekend. We’re set to shoot our first film in a private suite at the MGM. The director is flying in from LA; his name is Kane Legend. You, Lacey, and Roxi are the staring trio as DC’s Dirty Dolls. Sledge, our Royal Bastard brother from Cleveland, is riding down, and we’re throwing a party tonight at the clubhouse. He’s the male lead. You’ll like him. I haven’t seen it, but I’ve heard he packs a good-sized dick.”

  I held in the hit, then exhaled, feeling the high coming on. “I thought you’d be the male lead. What are you going to do? Watch while we shoot the film?”

  “Of course, I am. So are Wrecker and Roadkill. You ask too many questions.”

  He saw me only as a commodity for the Royal Bastards—their property. When he looked at me, all he saw was dollar signs. My fate was sealed, according to Heavy. I was just pussy, making his club filthy rich bastards.

  Even the slight buzz I got off the joint couldn’t calm the anger that was boiling like hot lava inside me.

  “Get your fuckin’ ass back here, bitch!” Heavy roared when I left the couch and stormed out of the VIP room.

  I didn’t have a clue where I was going, but I hated Heavy and wanted to scratch his fucking eyes out. I was so stupid to even think he would’ve been glad to see me after all these years. I guess I just had hope. Vain hopes and wishes of a naïve girl. He couldn’t care less if I fucked every member of his club, including the prospects.

  I knew I wouldn’t get far, but I almost made it to the front door of the club when Heavy grabbed my arm. He spun me around, and I collided into his leather cut. I flinched when I saw the anger in his eyes and thought he was going to hit me in the face.

  He bared his teeth, his jaw set. “Do not ever disrespect me like that again, Danika.”

  I pushed against his chest. “What if I do? Are you going to beat me? Rape me? Been there, done that plenty of fucking times! I’m surprised I still breathe!”

  He gave me the death stare for a few moments, then released me. “You’re just property—a fresh, tight hole to fuck. Nothing else.”

  I jumped when Heavy turned, slamming his fist into the tiled mirrors on the wall. Sharp pieces of mirror shattered, cutting into his knuckles. His blood was smeared on the broken mirror as he turned and left me, walking back down the hall into the VIP room.

  I couldn’t wait to see Heavy’s reaction when this film director Kane began shooting the film, and I worked on this guy Sledge’s hard dick. I was going to put on a good show and see the jealousy in Heavy’s furious gray eyes.

  CHAPTER 10

  HEAVY

  I almost busted up Dani’s pretty face in a split second but smashed my fist into the mirror instead. I walked away from her and didn’t give a fuck if she walked out of the club. I ran some cold water from the bathroom sink over my cut knuckles, and it felt good, helping to calm my temper down a bit. When I was growing up, I’d seen Trick’s fists bust up my mom’s face so many times I lost count. Then, one day, she just up and left. I barely even remember what she looked like, and I didn’t have any pictures of her.

  Dani not only came back to DC, but she also came right back into Royal Bastards territory. I planned on doing everything I could to make her regret it.

  I lost the buzz off Wrecker’s good weed, and for the rest of that day, all I wanted to do was fight and fuck. My brothers, along with the prospect, left the Dollhouse and rode to the clubhouse for Sledge’s welcome party. Lacey drove Dani and pulled into the lot a few minutes later as we rode in through the bay doors to park our bikes and climbed off.

  The sun was just setting, and the clubhouse was full of Royal Bastard brothers, their ol’ ladies, a few hang arounds, and sweetbutts. Dani steered clear of me, staying close to Lacey and Roxi. But she knew I watched every move she would make. I played a round of pool with my brother Bagger when Sledge arrived, riding into the clubhouse on his bike. He melted some rubber off his back tire in the burn out pit, filling the clubhouse with clouds of smoke. Shots were passed around, and the Royal Bastards passed Sledge around for bro hugs.

  “I’m honored, brother. I’m gonna make you and Royal Bastards Video fuckin’ proud,” Sledge said as we hugged and slapped each other’s backs.

  Dani, Lacey, and Roxi approached arm in arm, and I introduced them to Sledge as the DC’s Dirty Dolls. He looked like a Vin Diesel clone and smiled a lot, so the girls seemed to like him. A few more rounds of shots were passed out while joints were lit as we got the party started. When someone threw songs on the jukebox, Roxi set Sledge down on one of the dusty old couches to give him a lap dance.

  A sweetbutt we all called Bambi came over to stand in front of me. She bent over and twerked her big ass up against my crotch. I looked over at Dani as she stood beside Lacey and a few others watching Roxi’s lap dance. She glared at Bambi, her pretty lips set in a straight line.

  I smiled, my eyes steering down to Bambi’s fat ass in a skimpy skirt and smacked it.

  Bambi giggled, flipping her jet-black hair. I spun her around, pressing her up against me. “That bodacious ass is gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble tonight, darlin’.”

  “I sure do hope it does,” she said, as she snaked her hand down the front of my jeans.

  I looked back at Dani when she rolled her eyes and turned her back. I got the reaction I was aiming for out of her and planned on getting balls deep in Bambi before the night was over. Bambi wrapped her arms around my neck and started licking my neck with her tongue. I grunted, squeezing her ass when she sucked, leaving a silver-dollar-sized hickey on my neck.

  A few more bikes rolled into the clubhouse. One of them was Trick, with a girl on the back. He had the fucking balls to show up when he didn’t come to the Dollhouse party.

  Trick approached me with his big arm draped over the small girl he rode in with. She looked way too young to be legal, wearing barely anything which showed off a boyish figure and not the curves of a grown woman. She staggered and swayed, and she would’ve fallen flat on her face if Trick wasn’t holding onto her because she was shit-faced on whatever the fuck he gave her.

  I pulled Bambi off me and took a step toward Trick. “The girl is barely old enough to bleed. Get her the fuck outta here, you stupid fuck!”

  All eyes turned and stared. Someone dropped a bottle, and it crashed on the floor.

  Trick looked down at the girl. “Zoe here doesn’t have a curfew,” he sneered. She started to cry.

  Wrecker was there and pulled the girl away from Trick. “I’ll call her a cab, Prez.”

  Trick’s bloodshot eyes were full of hate and anger. The chip on his shoulder was just as big as mine. The same hatred I had for him consumed me for fucking years, even after I took over as chapter prez.

  I moved, standing toe-to-toe with him, my fists clenching. “You still wear the Bastard patch, but you’re not welcome here tonight.”

  “I didn’t come to party. Got something I wanna bounce off you.”

  I turned and sat on a couch, pulling Bambi onto my lap. “You bounce something off the whole club when I hold church. Not here. You’re killin’ my good buzz. Get out of my sight.”

  Trick shrugged his shoulders. “Well, then, I’ll stay for the party.” He
turned and headed to the bar.

  Dani stood there beside Lacey, her eyes wide from witnessing the whole thing. Bambi wiggled her ass on my lap, turning my cheek to look at her. “Relax, Heavy, and let Bambi make you feel good,” she whispered.

  I smiled and palmed her ass as I shoved my tongue into her mouth. She moaned, digging her nails into my shoulders as I held her there, raising my hips against her wet panties.

  I looked over at Dani again, and her face turned beet red. She mouthed the words Fuck you, turned up her nose, and walked away with Lacey.

  Sledge was having a killer time with the now topless Roxi on the other couch while she ground her hips on his lap. When another song came on the jukebox, I heard hoots and whistles. I turned to look over and saw Dani and Lacey touching each other as they danced right on the bar. Trick was standing at the far end, watching like everyone else.

  It felt like a punch in the gut as I watched Dani lower herself and crawl on her hands and knees toward Trick. She sat on the edge of the bar and wrapped her thighs around his waist. Trick handed her a full shot glass. She tilted it up to her mouth, drinking down the shot, and arched her back, so her tits were right in his face.

  Bambi yelped when I lifted her off my lap. I wasn’t fast enough. I saw red. Blood red. I stormed over, shoving the prospect. Trick’s hand shot out and grabbed Dani’s tits in his filthy hands. She smacked him hard across the face. Lacey screamed when Trick backhanded Dani. She fell back on the bar, and Trick was on top of her.

  I grabbed the back of his cut and hauled him off Dani. People moved away as I shoved him hard face-first into a bunch of barstools. He stumbled, catching himself before he fell. When he turned, I was on him. I swung and landed a hard jab to his mouth. He staggered back, and his lip was cut.

  He wiped the blood on his forearm. “I lost fifty-goddamn-grand because of that little cunt years ago!” He came at me, shoving my back against the bar. He threw a good punch, smashing his fist to my nose. Roadkill was there, pulling him off me.