Page 3 of Voodoo Plantation

Diesel continues to move his fingers in and out of my body, bringing me closer to climax.

“Come on, Angel, need to feel you squeeze my fingers as you come. You need to come before I give you my cock,” Diesel says harshly. He must be able to tell that I am getting close.

Diesel increases both the pressure and speed of his fingers. He uses his other hand to give my clit a hard pinch, causing me to cry out as I reach my peak.

“Fuck, that is sexy,” Diesel says.

My body is mush, and I am forced to use the pool table to support my weight. The distinctive sound of foil tearing can be heard. Looking over my shoulder, I see Diesel rolling a condomover his massive cock. We make eye contact as he grips the base and runs the tip through my crease. That is all the warning he gives me before thrusting his hips until he is fully sheathed in my pussy. Diesel gives me no time to adjust before he starts pistoning his hips earnestly.

His cock is so big, I swear it feels like he is going to come out of my throat. The only sound in the room is the slapping of flesh meeting flesh. With each thrust, my body is pushed against the pool table.

Something startles me, causing me to look up. I let out a yelp, seeing that we have an audience. Hound and two other members I don’t know stand there watching us.

“Prez, can I be next?” Hound asks stupidly as he rubs his hand over his crotch.

Embarrassed, I try to stand and pull my skirt down when a strong hand in the middle of my back keeps me in place.

“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Now!” Diesel barks out at them.

My forehead is plastered to the surface of the pool table. I am so mortified and just want to get out of here. The snick of the door closing sounds, and before it fully registers, Diesel starts to piston his hips again.

“Diesel, please,” I say timidly.

“Angel, we are going to finish fucking. Once we both come, I am going to flip you over and fuck you again,” Diesel grinds out. His movements have gotten sporadic since he is obviously pissed off.

“Diesel, I want to stop, please. I just want to go home,” I say, my voice more forceful.

He completely ignores me, pounding his dick into me with more vigor, like he is trying to prove something. Whether that is to himself or me is unknown.

Diesel plays with my clit some more, rubbing it and tugging on it. Getting lost in what he is doing to my body, it isn’t long before I climax, Diesel following soon after.

Chapter 4

Angevyn

Often, my mind drifts to the night I was at the Voodoo Saloon. Diesel held true to his word. He fucked me stupid on any flat surface—and some that weren’t—he could find. My body ached for a week after our fuckathon. I haven’t been back to the club grounds or the bar, but Diesel pops in at my place every once in a while to fuck me into oblivion.

He told me that he reprimanded Hound for his comments, which Hound was pissed about it. From the little I have gotten, I fall into a gray area, not a club girl nor an old lady.

When I asked Brier what a club girl was, she turned her nose up at me. She explained that club girls get passed around to any member who wants them. They get no say in who, how, when, orwhere. That explains all of the public sex I saw during that first party.

I check my phone on my way to my car after work and see a text.

Brier:Hey, we have a plan for your birthday.

Brier: Make sure you get the night off.

Well, that isn’t too cryptic. I have never been a huge fan of my birthday, being born on Halloween. Ironically, I hate the holiday, if that is what you want to refer to it as. Horror movies and being scared is a foreign concept, one I’ve never seen the point of. Give me a good thriller, but slasher films do nothing for me. I have been forced to sit through a few of them. There’s nothing like being forced to sit through one and your sister’s boyfriend thinking it’s funny to hide outside your bedroom window wearing theScreammask.

Having not yet left the diner where I waitress, I spin on my heels and return to the building to submit my request against my better judgment. I kind of hope that my request isn’t approved so that I can get out of whatever Brier has up her sleeve. It is easier to deal with her demands, knowing that the world will end if Brier doesn’t get her way. She will harangue me until I want to gouge my eyes out. Rereading her messages, I wonder who the “we” includes.

Chapter 5

Angevyn

Today is the day, my thirtieth birthday. Luck wasn’t on my side. My request was approved, and I was given the morning shift. Once my shift is over, I go to my apartment and start getting ready. The only information Brier has told me is that this will be a double date—Diesel, Brier, Torque, and myself. They told me to wear heavy shoes or boots, jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and bring a jacket. It gets colder now that we are at the end of October. It’s still somewhat warm by some people’s standards, though.

Given the dress code, it’s safe to assume that we will be on the bikes. Diesel has taken me on a couple of short trips to get me used to riding. The first time we went, I was scared to death. Having never been on a motorcycle before, it was intimidating.Diesel’s bike is all black and chrome. When I asked him what it was, he chuckled, saying it was a Harley-Davidson Ultra-Classic CVO. No wonder he laughed at me. Out of all of that, the only thing that made sense was Harley-Davidson.

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