“I think we need to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk to you, you asshole. That was the whole point of me wanting to fucking leave!” Beth yelled.
“I wonder what Pastor Dean would think of the language spewing out of your mouth?”
“Let me go,” Beth screamed as he walked towards the house.
Razer ignored her and kept on walking. Beth saw various feet as they walked through the house, but none of them moved forward to help. She quit struggling as he walked up the stairs, figuring no argument was worth a broken neck. As soon as he cleared the steps, her struggles resumed.
“What is your problem?” Beth yelled at him the second her feet touched the floor in Razer’s room.
He raised a sardonic brow at her as he shut the door, leaning back against it to prevent her leaving before they had a chance to talk.
“I think you’re the one with the problem, obviously since you’re determined to leave without giving me an explanation.”
“I certainly don’t owe you any explanations.”
“You have laying in that bed, fucking my brains into mush for a week woman. I think I do deserve an explanation.”
“I know you fucked Natasha.” Beth said just wanting to get it over with so she could leave before bursting into tears in front of the jerk.
“Did she say I fucked her?”
“No, but she didn’t deny it.”
Razer nodded. ‘That’s because Viper asked her not to.”
“Viper?”
“Yes. He was here this morning before everyone got up. I had a meeting with him. No one but Shade, Natasha, me, and now you, know that Viper is in town. He wants to keep it that way for a little while longer.”
“So Viper and Natasha?”
“Viper fucked Natasha this morning and afterwards she got her tat.”
Beth felt relief. As if she could finally breathe again.
“That doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy the show.” Beth’s breath caught again. Feeling as if her legs were going to give out, she walked the short distance, sitting on the end of the bed.
“You watched?”
“Yes, but I did not touch or participate,” Razer clarified. “Beth, I told you no woman has her name on my dick. This means you too. What we have is good and I am not ready for it to end and I don’t think you are either.” He waited for a nod from her before he continued. “That being said, I know me touching another woman in the club goes beyond what you can deal with, so I am giving you my word I won’t touch, but I am not going to let you cut my balls off either. So you will have to deal with me watching and enjoying the others playing.” Beth didn’t know how to feel about his blunt reply.
Razer watched her facial expressions and sought to relieve her fears. “I am not going to do shit behind your back. If I watch Rider give it to Jewell, I’m not going to pretend I didn’t. But I know you enjoy watching too Beth. You didn’t exactly run out of the room the other day when Knox and Natasha was fucking and you sure as hell didn’t turn your eyes away last night when Bliss gave Rider a blowjob. You may leave the room, but not without taking your sweet time. Instead, when we went to bed last night you were so primed it took me half the night to satisfy you and that is saying a lot coming from me; which is also why I was still sleeping when you left.”
Beth turned bright red. He was right, it had brought out the desires in her body, and she had thought it would never be quenched. Razer had brought her to several satisfying climaxes and had doused the fire that had been brought to life by observing them. As soon as Beth admitted that to herself, recriminations set in. She could hear her father screaming in her head how sick and perverted she was.
“No Beth.” Razer got on his knees before her and pulled her hands away from her face.
“There is nothing wrong with enjoying sex in all the different ways there are to enjoy it. There is no one under age here, coerced or forced to be here. We enjoy sex and have a lifestyle that works for us. But I can see that goes against everything you have been raised to believe and want for yourself. You have to find out which suits you best and makes you happy.”
Beth took a deep breath. “I can deal with you watching. I just don’t want to be worried that you’re going to fuck another woman the minute I leave your side.”
Razer did not say he would not touch another woman. “I promise that before I touch another woman, I will tell you. I don’t want that fear in you all the time, but I will tell you, knowing that when I do, we will be over because I know that you couldn’t deal with that choice from me. Ok?”
It was as good as she was going to get. Beth knew she would have to be content with what he was able to give her.
“All right.”
“Are we cool?”
Beth smiled. “Yes.”
Razer leaned forward, giving her a deep kiss. Beth responded and was winding her arms around his neck when a knock at the door interrupted them.
Razer disengaged their lips, standing up. Before answering the door, he warned her.
“Remember, no one is supposed to know that it wasn’t me who voted Natasha in this morning.” At her nod, Razer opened the door to see Evie standing uncertainly, ready to knock again.
“Can I come in?”
Razer opened the door wider in invitation.
Evie searched both of their faces before a smile lit her face, determining that for now their argument had been settled. She lifted her hand with a bag in it.
“I got you an outfit when we went out today. Knew you didn’t have anything here to wear for the party tonight. Would have swung by your house and picked you up something there, but figured you didn’t have anything there either.” She laughed, “So I took care of it when I picked up something new for myself.”
“You shouldn’t have, but thanks, I appreciate that you picked something out for me.”
Evie smirked, handing her the bag. “Yes, well you will probably wish that I hadn’t when you see what I bought. Getting out of here before you do, have to get ready myself. If you don’t hurry, the guys will pick out all the best steaks for themselves.”
“I will get changed and be right down.” Impulsively, Beth grabbed a startled Evie, giving her a tight hug.
“Girl, you know I don’t hug,” she said, pulling herself away with a smile.
“I just wanted you to know how much your friendship means to me,” Beth said, not in the least fazed.
“God, now she is getting mushy. I definitely gotta go.” Beth laughed as Evie practically ran from the room.
Razer shut the door behind her, taking Beth into his arms, his lips buried and brushed her neck.
“How come you never get mushy with me?” he questioned.
“Because unlike Evie, who ran from the room, you would pass out in horror.” Beth giggled.
“Try me,” Razer said seductively. “I might surprise you.”
Beth blushed, stepping back out of his arms to pick up the bag with the clothes Evie had given her and grabbed a towel.
“I doubt it; a man who commands complete dominion over where his dick goes is not ready for mushy.” At his laughter, Beth stuck her tongue out at him before slamming the bathroom door, hiding from his questioning gaze.
The shower relaxed her nerves. Beth used the time to psych herself up for the night ahead. Evie had warned her that gatherings on Friday’s were used to provide a variety of entertainment. Beth remembered the first night she had visited with Razer and was well aware of what she was in for tonight. The surprising part was that she felt no fear, nervous excitement yes. Beth had become familiar with the members now and with it the rules of the club. Participation was always voluntary, if a person did not want to join in, then no attempt was made to force them. If one of the women did not want to have sex with a particular member, then that was fine also. That was probably why the club worked so well, everyone’s wishes were respected.
Beth dried off and opened the bag of clothes Evie had purchased for her.
“No way.” Beth started to put the clothes back in the bag, but Evie’s face as she handed them to her had her hesitating. She bit her lip, not knowing what to do. Beth didn’t want to hurt Evie’s feelings, but she certainly couldn’t wear the clothes.
“Damn it.” With an aggravated sigh, Beth put the clothes on, then nervously turned to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. The blue jean skirt barely covered her ass. But it did cover it, Beth assured herself. The skirt had black leather patches that matched the top. The top was what had Beth blushing. It was a black leather vest that covered her breasts but left her breastbone completely bare. It had no buttons, just a metal clasp that formed a circle just above her belly button. Critically, Beth stared at herself. It was certainly form fitting and the leather clung lovingly to the full curves of her breasts, but they weren’t exposed. What was exposed was her midriff and tummy by the skirt riding low on her hips.
It exposed less than a swimsuit and it would look more conservative than what Beth remembered some of the girls wearing. A sharp knock on the door startled her out of her argument with herself about grabbing a t-shirt and jeans.
“Let’s go, I’m hungry.”
Beth opened the door and Razer’s reaction settled the argument. At least she knew he appreciated the way she looked. Lust was plain as day on his face.
“I am ready,” Beth said nervously, smoothing the skirt down.
“Yes you are.” Razer nodded his head and started to reach for her.
“Uh no; you said you were hungry and so am I. My lunch was interrupted and now I’m starved.”
“Baby, I can satisfy that hunger right after I satisfy…”
Beth shook her head laughing at him.
“Alright then, but you are going to make it up to me later,” Razer warned.
“Don’t I always?” Beth joked. She grew serious as a quick look passed over Razer’s face, but was gone before she could decipher it. Thinking she imagined it, Beth snuggled against him as he placed an arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the bedroom.
Beth moved forward, but Razer held her still while he turned and locked the bedroom door with a key he pulled from his pocket. He had never locked his bedroom door before.
“Friday night the beds run short; want to make sure mine is empty when I want it.” Nervousness filled her at his reminder of the activities that the members would become involved in as the night progressed. Before she could run back in her room and change clothes, Razer turned her towards the stairs.
The party was in full swing. Beth looked around, realizing that several people were there that she did not recognize. A pretty redhead was leaning against Knox at the kitchen counter.
“Going to go check on the steaks,” Razer said, releasing her as they both spotted Evie and Jewell making a huge salad.
“I’ll help Evie and Jewell.” Razer snagged a beer from the cooler sitting on the table before going outside.
Evie gave Beth a bright smile as she approached the counter.
“You look great!”
Beth smiled at her eager expression, happy that she had made the decision to wear the clothes.
“You look fabulous,” she complimented in return. Evie was wearing black leather bootie shorts and a leather corset that laced up the top; but it was the thigh high leather boots that place her in the hot category. She looked sexy and confident, with her dark brown hair loose and flowing around her sultry face. Evie stood out among the women swarming the room.
Evie noticed Beth’s glances and explained. “Friday nights the club allows members to bring in hang-arounds.”
“Hang-arounds?”
“Women or men that want to hang around the club to party or fuck. If we like them and they are interested, they can become a probate. “
“If they don’t?”
“Then they are like Sam, they stay for the sex or leave because it’s not for them. We don’t take many probates, only one or two a year.”
“Are they always female?” Beth stared at one particular woman who was already sitting on Rider’s lap, grinding herself against him.
Evie laughed. “I brought Knox in, but he was military, stationed where I was at. All the guys are ex-military and knew each other in the service. That’s why they trust each other so much.”
Beth nodded, remembering Razer’s tattoo. Reaching for the celery and picking up a knife, she began cutting it and placing it in the salad bowl that they were working on to feed the huge crowd.
“Don’t the female members get jealous with the new women here on Fridays?” Beth didn’t know how they managed to keep their feelings separate.
Evie and Jewell shared a glance. “No, if we did, we wouldn’t last long, we wouldn’t have become members. We are a motorcycle club that enjoys sexual freedom. We don’t do that by putting restraints on each other.”
Jewell sighed and laid down the lettuce she was shredding. “What she is trying to tell you without freaking you out is that we enjoy the new bitches too. It’s hot as hell to watch them get fucked senseless, even join in if we want. Hell girl, these guys can go all night, there’s plenty for everyone.”
“Shut up, Jewell.”
Before Beth could be further embarrassed, Razer and the guys walked in with a massive tray of steaks and hamburgers. Pandemonium ensued with everyone going for the food at the same time. She dodged several elbows as she got out of the way of the starving horde until the line thinned out. She grinned as Razer handed her a plate with a steak already on it.