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as my orgasm subsided. Cash grabbed me against him one more time, pulling me close, and I felt more spurts of warm liquid bursting inside me as he came, releasing what felt like a bucket of cum into my pussy.
     
    The feeling of his warm cum hitting my pussy made me come again, gentler this time, and I milked the rest of the cum from his dick as my pussy contracted against him. He shuddered once, then released me, leaning back onto the chair. I fell forward, wanting to keep his dick in me for as long as possible.
     
    “That was a really, really good thank you, teacup,” Cash said, pushing me away slightly. As I looked into his eyes, I was happier than I could ever remember being. I didn’t have a single concern about who I was, how I’d gotten to be there, or what it meant for me. I was satisfied, for the first time in my life, and wanted to feel that way forever.
     
    ***
     
    It had been two months since I first lost my virginity to Cash, and after that I’d come to see him every week, and soon I was seeing him twice a week, then three times, until eventually it turned into something I did every day; go to school, do my homework, and come have my brains fucked out by Cash. At first, it had just been a compulsion. Then, I realized, the more time we spent together, the more I had actual feelings for him.
     
    This filled me with fear; what if he saw me as just a nice piece of ass? What if there were a hundred other girls just like me? He never told me anything about his business, or about what I had come to realize was a motorcycle club.
     
    One day, as I pulled up to the bar, I made up my mind to tell him how I felt. Or, at least to ask him about the briefcases full of money, and the weird invoices, and all the other things I saw whenever we were in the office. I walked in and was surprised that I didn’t hear any of the usual yelling or laughter; everyone was huddled around a table in the back. As the door slammed, one of the older men, Horse, looked up.
     
    “Oh, boy. You better get outta here now, teacup, today’s not a good day,” he yelled from across the bar, causing everyone else to look at me as well. Someone quickly shuffled some papers that had been lying on the table and shoved them into a folder.
     
    “Oh, Cash didn’t say anything like that, so…” I said, scanning the room for him. He was nowhere in sight. My heart sped up as I realized this must be very serious, indeed; Cash was like the President or something, and nothing important happened without him. I’d learned that much.
     
    “Yeah, Cash isn’t here today. We don’t know when he’s getting back, just wait for someone to call you,” said one of the other men; I recognized it as Drill’s voice. My mind raced. They didn’t know when he was getting back?
     
    “What do you mean? Where is he? When will…” I started.
     
    “He’s in County, sweetheart, now get lost, we’re trying to get your loverboy out,” someone cried from the back of the room. I wasn’t too familiar with their lingo: county? County what? County Commons? County Courthouse? County…Jail?
     
    The realization hit me and my heart stopped. There was no way; he couldn’t be! What had he done? What was going to happen to him? Without even thinking, I turned around, ran back to my car, and looked up the directions to the county jail on my phone. I sped out of that parking lot like a madwoman.
     
    As I drove, I regretted my outfit choice; this wasn’t prison-attire, that was for sure. I was wear a green, skin-tight camisole that showed off my ample cleavage, cutoff shorts that ended just below my ass, and sandals. I had my hair in a messy bun, the way Cash liked it. I was going to stick out like a sore thumb in the prison, and probably no one would listen to me, thinking I was just some skank.
     
    I pulled up to an ominous, brick building, parked, and jumped out. I was desperate to see him, and didn’t care about how I looked. If nothing else, they should