they smiled and gave
her absentminded waves. The place was filled with so many people that River left her
perch and began making her way to the door hoping she was headed in the right
direction. Too bad Mambo had been dragged off to shoot darts with some of his
brothers. He would have been a good crowd blocker for her to follow to the door.
Within minutes, she’d almost run into couples engaging in varying forms of sexual
acts, and she knew her face had to be red. Seeing three men standing around with
their cocks hanging out of their jeans while a woman was on her knees with one cock in
her mouth and her hands wrapped around the other two was a shock. The woman that
was sitting straddled on one man’s lap wasn’t as shocking as seeing a man come up
behind her and spit in his hand, rub it on his dick, and then he bent at the knees and
shoved his hard cock into the woman’s asshole. River vaguely remembered the
woman’s name was Trey, and from the way she shoved back on the cocks filling her
holes, the name wasn’t much of a mystery, especially when a third man was pushing his
cock into her mouth. She stopped moving after the second time she almost tripped on
the legs of women kneeling on the wooden floor sucking men’s cocks.
She slowly turned in a circle hoping to see someone she knew who wasn’t busy
having their cocks sucked to ask for directions. On her second rotation, she saw the
two men that made her draw in her breath. Race and War stood side by side waiting for
her to notice them. She smiled and held her hands up and dropped them down.
“I’m vertical y chal enged. I don’t know what you bikers eat when you aren’t at the
Double D, but even the shorter guys are giants when you’re five foot four. I’m trying to
find the door, but as you can see, I can’t see.” She grinned at her own expense. “I
don’t suppose you could point me in the right direction?”
Race shook his head with a smile. He bent down and the next thing she knew, she
was straddling his waist with her knees and they were heading in the direction of the
door. She looked at War, who was pacing their progress alongside of Race. He wasn’t
scowling exactly, but he didn’t look happy either.
She didn’t understand why he was looking so grumpy, but she apologized anyway.
“I’m sorry to be such a bother, I thought I’d better leave before it got dark, and the real
partying started. I only planned to stay for a few minutes to begin with, but I like to talk
too much I guess, and Mambo is hilarious when he starts telling jokes. I lost track of
time.”
She wanted to lean into Race’s embrace and lick his neck. It was obvious that he’d
shaved earlier because of the tiny nick she saw just under his jawbone. War had been
trimming his beard lately, and she knew she needed to get out of this place before she
did something stupid.
She felt them climbing steps, and looked down. “Uh, I was leaving, and I don’t
remember climbing stairs when I came in here.” Race didn’t answer her, and War was
behind them, she couldn’t see his face, and he was as silent as his friend.
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At the top of the steps, Race kept his hold on the cheeks of her ass, and walked
down the long wide catwalk until they stood outside a set of old iron-clad doors. War
pulled the door open and Race walked into the room still holding onto her. She could
feel his hard cock pushing against her crotch, and knew she was wet between her legs
if not from her nearness to him, then from the friction of his cock plastered against her
clit.
The door closed behind War, and Race sat her down on a tabletop, before making
no effort to hide that he was adjusting his hard cock in his jeans.
She watched him reach down into the waistband of his jeans, and saw his hand
move the thick bulge of his cock. His hand moved up and out of his jeans, and she
looked up into his eyes that were half