Chapter 1

It had been long week working among people who had the personality of limp cold spaghetti, and I was tired of the bullshit. I showered up after work and leathered up to go out for a motorcycle ride. Most of the time I rode it wasn’t to a location or task, but just to ride. It was cold enough out that I didn’t see another motorcycle out as most don’t ride below 50 degrees, and it was in the lower forties and completely dark as I hit the road.

I rode my motorcycle with the flow of traffic and ended up in Metropolis a city of much larger population. As I continued riding with the flow not really knowing Metropolis that well and found myself in a dark seedy looking part of town. Even as I started out riding, it seemed as though I was drawn to this destination. Maybe it was the scantily dressed whores on the street corners waving at traffic, the strip clubs, the porno theaters, or sex shops but it was clear that this was my destination. I wasn’t on a mission to get laid or have sex, but for some reason tonight I was drawn to the freaky, kinky side of life.

I was wearing my leather riding gear. I had on close to $3000 worth of high quality hand crafted leather. No off the rack designer label crap, but custom fit riding gear designed to save my life. In this crowd of kinkier folks, I blended in and eventually found myself at a place called Leather & Lace, a sexually explicit specialty shop. It lived up to its name because there were leather items with a sexual focus everywhere and lacy things as well. The truly interesting part of Leather & Lace though was the secluded doorway to an adjoining private club. This was the real deal. No bullshit cover charges or drink minimums, there were doors from other businesses as well each with a sign above their door on the inside of the club.

The club was like the center court of a mall with shops around the perimeter, but no exterior entrance of its own. There were all kinds of kink and it seemed like a buffet of depravity and sorted behaviors. Wandering around, I found myself entering an open set of double doors to a room where there were 8 or so guys standing around in a circle. I could see there was someone in the center of the circle and as I approached I saw it was a naked female on her knees. She was masturbating and rubbing her self all over, turning and posing. She was very good looking and knew it, from the way she moved. She had a great body that was obviously well maintained. Her breasts weren’t huge but large on her frame and although fit she had very feminine curves. She was obviously enjoying herself and not being pressured from the looks of things.

The men around her had their cocks out jerking them at various speeds. When one man would begin to come the woman would turn and take the load of come on her tits or face, rubbing the come all over her. I watched for a few minutes and found drawn to the circle myself. I had never done anything close to this, but in the situation it seemed acceptable. As one man finished coming and stepped out of the circle, I stepped in. I pulled my cock out and jerked until I was fully erect, the woman seemed to have a sense of when someone was about to come, for it always hit her. She looked in my direction and played with her pussy some more making eye contact with me and a guy down from me came, splashing her sizable chest with his come. I took a few more minutes and I too shot a load of come at her, on her. It was very odd and yet fascinating, something I am sure I would consider over the next few years. The music playing as I came was Marilyn Manson’s “Beautiful People”, and I thought how appropriate. This place had an air of freedom and acceptance, and no bias of any kind was apparent where kink seemed to be the only common thread.

Later in an outer room of the club I found a schedule and fliers announcing this event as CCCJ Circle City Circle Jerk night. It was a weekly event. There were other fliers announcing wide variety of kink events. The shops around the club provided a reasonable cover, and profited from the activities. As I read the fliers a guy walked up and looked at the schedule and noted the next CCCJ date. He asked me “did you like the girl from earlier?” I was expecting some sort of pitch for money but answered “yeah she was hot.” He said that was his girl and he loved seeing her covered in come. I said “really” not so much about the come part as much as her being His. I was checking him out, and he seemed more like me than most of the others there. He told me he would be meeting her in a few minutes at the diner across the club in the complex, and asked if I wanted to join him waiting for her. I said “sure why not” and he introduced himself. His name was Carson McClough and his girl was Jessica.

I told him my name and we shook hands and went over to the diner. He ordered coffee and I did as well. He went on to say that his girl had noticed me pull up outside and my motorcycle as they had come in. He went on to tell me that he couldn’t ride for another year or so due to his back. He asked if I would like to, she’d like to go for a ride with me. I felt like I knew the biker in front of me, not the man but the biker, and as we talked his girl came over and sat down. He introduced me to her and then he had explained their dilemma to me. Jessica said she would love to feel me between her legs, and corrected herself playfully to say my motorcycle. We chatted and they told me more about the club and how things worked there and I found myself feeling at home with them and the place. Finally, Carson asked if I’d like to take her for the night, and I said sure enough. I got up and Carson paid the bill and Jessica planted herself on my arm. He told her to have a good time and to make sure to come as often as she could as he held her by the chin keeping her attention. I looked at him oddly for a second and he said “and you good sir feel free to use her however you want just, don’t hurt her.” I told him she’d be safe with me.

Jessica and I got on my motorcycle and she grabbed right on, not tentative like a pup, but with the confidence of a more experienced rider. I cruised through the inner city streets and took in the lights sights and sounds, and then I pulled on to an expressway that took us out to the Lake. I opened up the throttle on the old Harley and it came alive roaring into the night. Jessica melted into me hugging me and for a few minutes we were one on the road. I pulled into a rest area - scenic overlook of the lake and parked. Jessica sat on a picnic bench and took her helmet off. She said thanks for the orgasm.

I looked at her for a second and said “it was all the Harley.” We laughed and we talked for a while, and we got closer physically, holding onto each other. We started kissing and I stood between her legs wrapping her in my arms. She tugged at my zipper and pulled my cock out, stroking it to life. She stopped for a second and unzipped her leather pants and I thought for a second how is this going to work without removing them? I saw that her pants’ zipper went between her legs to the back, making her pants into two separate sections obviously a customization.

Under her leather there wasn’t anything but bare skin. I admired her shaved pussy as she guided my cock into her spread lips. I fucked her until I came. We quickly gathered ourselves and mounted up and I road to a lodge where a friend of mine worked and I had privileges. I registered and got the key to the tiny but cozy cabin. Once inside the fire quickly warmed us up and we shed our clothes. As beautiful as she had been in the center of the circle, she was even more so now in the warm glow of the fireplace.

This woman was ready to do whatever I pleased and I was enjoying the drama of testing and learning about her. As we sat warming up and talking I heard a couple of loud motors pull into the lot outside the small cabin. I looked at Jessica and she seemed genuinely surprised by the noise as I was. A second later I heard footsteps in the snow and ice coming to the door to our cabin. There was kick on the door and then the door was kicked open. I had pulled my shot gun out at the first kick and I shot the first. Jessica standing next to me shot the second person through the door. The others ran back from the door way as I got up and pumped the shot gun and went to the door. The others ran to their truck and took off quickly.

Jessica stood next to me with a 45 hand gun at the ready position. I didn’t even know she carried but then again I didn’t know her all that well. Standing mostly naked in the parking lot in 40’s temps we decided to get back inside. Jessica pulled out her cell phone and called Carson, I overheard her tell him that the outlaws had tried to take us out. I called the police and reported the shooting and two critically injured men. Shortly later ambulances showed up along with the police. Jessica and I told the police our story neglecting to tell them about the others wearing Outlaw colors. The two men still alive were transported and I watched the helicopter transport the more critically injured guy. After taking our statements we were told that charges most likely would not be filed against us.

As we finished up, Carson showed up with two other men, and asked me to follow him in his car. Jessica sat next to Carson and the two men sat in the back and I followed the black SUV which reminded me of a military vehicle used to transport dignitaries. We went about 35 miles outside town and away from the lake. While I was riding I called Jack my friend and told him what had gone on so he could secure the cabin. We arrived at a large mansion out in the middle of now where with a gated driveway, security cameras and remote gate opener.

The large gate closed behind us and we pulled up to the mansion. The lights were on outside lighting up the stone exterior and grounds. There were several vehicles in the driveway including a few motorcycles. I walked in with Carson and Jessica and the other two stayed behind us. All the people inside were all biker types some wearing tactical vests with weapons and extra clips. We went through the mansion passing many formal areas until we came to a large room that had 8 couches and some tables with chairs, most everyone took seats there were coats hung around with the Cloven Hoof Colors along with a large banner type flag on the wall with the Cloven Hoofs Emblem.

On another wall was a 6’ x 8’ Irish flag surrounded by pictures. I recognized at that point that most everyone here was from Ireland or Irish descent. The guys that rode with Carson and Jessica were looking me over when Carson announced me and said I was trusted. There were some looks of distrust but no one outright questioned me. Carson looked to me and asked me to tell everyone what had happened and I went about telling the story. Jessica confirmed my version of the story and told them that I handled myself like a professional. Michael the Sargent at arms who was one of the guys from the SUV was introduced by Carson and he asked if I had any club affiliations at all.

I told them, no and explained that I was an independent and had never been a member of any club. Patrick the other fellow from the SUV asked if I was employed by the government. I told him that I was a Veteran of the Marine Corps, and never worked in law enforcement. There were a few minutes of discussion and the consensus of the club members was that I had been confused with Carson because of my looks and because of Jessica and that I would probably be safe. I was introduced to the rest of the club officers and several other members. I knew some of them by reputation as well as the clubs’ reputation too. This MC club’s reputation was as a front for the IRA, and many of the members were former or active militants, some were wanted by Interpol.

Michael suggested that I stay with them through the weekend because my name would be in the police reports which are public record and I told me that I could be at risk merely by association. I agreed mostly because I felt safe and secure there, plus the Irish accents were pleasing to me. Then as the music turned up two young ladies were brought to me by Jessica and told to have fun. I wasn’t sure who she was telling to have fun, me or the girls but I took no offense at being told to have fun. They were all over me and we moved to a couch that had a view of the large flat screen TV.