Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1) (60 page)

What does a bullrider and a clubwhore have in common? Nothing really, but when Sonya “Shug” Collins and Cody Sterling meet sparks fly and the chemistry ignites. Can one weekend change everything for Shug? Will Cody start wanting more than a line of buckle bunnies from town to town? This is the beginning of a fun, crazy, and beautifully twisted romance that shouldn't make sense, but it does.

INTRODUCTION

To the outside world I am Sonya Collins, just a normal twenty-two year old woman. The college graduate, the friend, or the woman who works at a clothing store. To the club world I am Shug, the club whore or sweet butt, whatever you wanna call us. I’m the woman up for anything, the woman who lays down and spreads her legs, the woman who likes to party.

I didn’t choose the life I live. I don’t wanna be a club whore. I don’t wanna live a double life. I’m not your typical whore though, because I don’t have an unrealistic fantasy that someday I’ll become an Ol’ Lady. I’m indebted to the club so I pay them back with my body. Maybe one day I’ll get out, but I’m not holding my breath. I’m not hoping, praying, or wishing for it, and does that shit really happen anyway? Like you can really do that - make a wish, snap your fingers, and then it happens. I don’t fucking think so!

Could I ever really hope, pray, or wish that I would find that nice guy outside of the club? That he would come swoop me off my feet, carry me away, be my knight in shining armor like every little girl wishes for? Could I really get my happily ever after? Yeah fucking right, it might happen until he finds out I’m mixed in with the Satan’s Sinners and spend my free time as a whore for them. Then he would be running away faster than me in church. Get it? A whore in church.

I thought it was funny. Anyway, I’m Sonya “Shug” Collins and here is my story.

Shug
 

Thursday

My phone goes off for the fifth time in a row, playing
Fancy
by Iggy Azalea featuring Charli XCX. I figure it must be important because whoever it is won’t quit calling, so I might as well answer the damn thing. I look at the caller I.D., seeing my best friend’s name across the screen. “Hello.”

“Tomorrow night, you and me are going to the fair and rodeo.”

“Pudge, you couldn’t wait until I was off of work to call me?” I let out a chuckle.

“Fuck no, girl! What the hell’s wrong with you? This is an emergency! Did you hear me? I said
rodeo
and what does the rodeo have, Sonya?” She sounds so serious, I can’t help but to laugh harder.

I huff out a breath before trying to appease her. “The rodeo has hot cowboys.”

“That’s right, bitch! And what comes with hot cowboys?”

“Stetson hats, cowboy boots, and those tight as fuck wranglers!” We both burst into laughter, making me forget for a minute that I’m still at work. “Alright, let me talk to Ever and see if I can get the night off. I’ll call you later, love you.”

“Okay, love you too, girl.” I hang up, looking around the empty store, quietly thanking God that I’m still by myself in here except for Demon in the back. It would’ve been very unprofessional for someone to hear that conversation.

I met Pudge our freshman year of college at Wichita State University. Neither of us knew what the hell we were doing or where we were going, and we were all alone. I don’t know if it was fate or what, but we ended up as roomies in the dorm too. We formed a fast friendship and have been mostly inseparable ever since.

Pudge knows what I do at the clubhouse, but she has never been there, and I wouldn’t want her there anyway. I wouldn’t want her to ever see me like that, but bless her heart, she never judges me or asks questions and I love her all the more for it.

I asked her once why her name was Pudge because I didn’t get it, she’s beautiful. She’s the opposite of me in every way, from her hair color to her skin tone and everything in between. She isn’t fat or pudgy, but she said she got the nickname as a kid because she was a chubby little shit and the name just stuck. That made me laugh my ass off, so she’s been Pudge to me ever since.

One hour left until I get out of here for the night, so I decide to start checking the inventory. About halfway through, the store phone starts ringing, so I walk over and answer. “Lady Sinners Clothing and More, this is Sonya. How can I help you?”

“Shug, how is everything?” Ever’s voice comes through the line. She got her cochlear implant about six months ago, and even though her speech is slurred, monotone, and a little higher pitched, it’s getting easier to understand her. Ever has been doing great in her therapy and I’m so happy for her. I know writing shit down for me had to get old, even though she never complained about it. Now that she has the implant, she calls about five times a day, checking in. I think mostly just so she can use the phone and talk to me because she never had that privilege before. She has this new kind of light that shines in her eyes when she hears a new sound or speaks to someone. Ever never takes anything for granted when it comes to hearing, she holds it in and revels in it.

“Everything is great here. Demon’s in the back, doing the books. I’m about to start my cleanup and finish the inventory. There have only been a few customers since the last time I talked to you.” I tell her the same thing I do every night before closing. “I wanted to ask you though, if there was any way I could have tomorrow night off?”

“Is everything okay?” Her tone takes on one of worry. You can’t blame her though, with her husband being a part of the Satan’s Sinners M.C. They have to watch their backs constantly. I don’t know club business, but it seems like they always have some shit coming their way.

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine. I know I never ask off, but it’s just a friend asked me...”

Ever cuts in before I can finish. “You don’t have to explain anything, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. You work so hard, you deserve a night off. Go have fun with your friend.”

“Thank you!” I couldn’t ask for a better boss than her. She’s pretty amazing. “Are you at the clubhouse?”

“No, we won’t be there tonight. X had a long day playing with all the other kids so he’s down for the night.” Ever’s laugh sounds out, it’s beautiful really. I don’t know how much the kid could play, he’s only about eight months old. I think she probably just wants a night at home with Writer.

“Okay, well I’m gonna finish up here and head over there. Have a good night.”

“You, too.” We hang up, and I go back to finishing up my work. I get the floor swept, the inventory checked, stock the racks, and get the money counted before giving it to Demon so he can lock it up in the safe.

I walk into the bathroom to perform my nightly ritual, my bag in hand. Slipping out of my knee length baby blue skirt and my white button down top, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I shake off the thoughts of what I’ll be doing tonight and start pulling what I need out of the backpack. Leaving on my white silky bra and panties, I replace my conservative clothes with a pair of black booty shorts and a cut off white top that barely covers my well-endowed breasts. My baby blue heels get turned in for white stilettos, then I pull my hair out of the tight ponytail, letting all my dark locks fall around my shoulders, messing it up a little for more volume. Next, I rid my face of the light makeup only to reapply with heavier eyeliner, heavier eyeshadow, and brighter lipstick. If I’m gonna be a whore I might as well look like one, too, right? Lastly, I pull on my knee length black pea coat so no one will see the way I’m dressed when I walk out of this building. That’s all I need, to be mistaken for a hooker. I put all my stuff back in the bag, walk out, and go get Demon. An hour later, I’m in my car heading to the clubhouse with him behind me.

***

I sit in my car, staring at the one place I don’t want to be at: the clubhouse. I pull out my phone, hit Pudge’s name on my contacts, and wait for her to answer. She does on the second ring. “Hey, girl!”

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know that Ever is giving me the night off so we can go to the rodeo.”

“Yay! Oh my God, I’m so excited! We’re going to have so much fun.” I smile into the phone, not taking my eyes off the clubhouse.

“Yeah, we are.”

Pudge must hear something in my voice because she goes quiet for a minute. “Where are you?”

“The clubhouse.”

“You gonna be okay?” Her tone turns serious, which doesn’t happen very often.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I gotta go.”

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow. If you need anything, just call me. Love you, girl.”

“I love you too.” We hang up and I grab the door handle, taking a deep breath. Opening my door, I get out and remove the coat I was wearing before walking up to the clubhouse.

When I step inside, the stench of alcohol and smoke surrounds me. The loud music blares in my ears, and the sight before me makes me want to vomit.

Once you cross over the threshold of a motorcycle clubhouse, it’s like stepping into a whole new universe. You’re in the world of outlaws, criminals, guys that won’t hesitate to take you down. They handle business themselves, unlike outside the gates of their compound. Outside the gates is where the law abiding citizens live, and when there’s trouble, you call the police. You try to do shit legally. It’s unreal how different they are, yet exist in the same location.

The bar is lined with almost all of the men, wearing leather cuts, showing what they represent. Women barely clothed run about, trying to catch the eye of one man, or several, in hopes that they will be picked for the night. A lot of them are hoping to show a man a good enough time that he’ll put that property patch on her back. I hate to break it to these bitches, but it’ll never happen. The hangarounds tend to stay close to the tables, minding their business. They want somewhere to party and have a good time, but they don’t wanna piss off one of the members. If they do that then they’re banned, never to return.

I start heading towards Hanger’s office and when I get to the hallway, Chasyr stops me. “You’re with me tonight, Shug.”

I give my best fake smile. “Yeah, okay. Just give me a minute, I gotta talk to Hanger.”

“Sure thing, just come find me when you’re done.” I give Chasyr a nod before I continue down the hallway. I’m kinda thankful it’s Chasyr tonight; he’s become kind of a friend I guess you would say. He’s one of the gentler guys, and young, which is a plus. Sometimes the guys get too wasted, they don’t realize what they’re doing, and get a little rough. I wouldn’t mind the roughness so much if it was to my choosing.

I come to Hanger’s office, knock, and wait for him to answer. “Come in,” his deep voice instructs through the closed door.

I open the door and walk in, shutting it behind me. “Hey Hanger, can I talk to you for a minute? I don’t wanna bother you though.”

He looks up at me from his papers, furrowing his brows. “Sit, Shug. You ain’t bothering me. What’s up?”

I drop down in the chair across from him. “I just...I wanted to let you know that I won’t be around tomorrow night.” I drop my chin to my chest.

Hanger’s deep chuckle fills the room. “Shug, look at me.” When I do, he continues. “You don’t have to come and tell me if you ain’t gonna be around. This isn’t a job, honey. Let me ask you, why are you here?”

“You know why, Hanger. You know I owe you and this club.”

“But you don’t wanna be here whoring around, correct?” I give a slight shake of my head indicating
no,
and it’s enough for him to see it. Hanger huffs out a breath and laces his fingers together, placing his hands behind his head, leaning back in his chair. “Shug, you don’t owe me or this club anything. You have so much going for you. I don’t understand why you keep coming around.”

“My mom, Hanger.” I flinch when his hands come down hard on the desk.

“Shug, you shouldn’t be paying your mom’s debts. Your mom isn’t here anymore, and neither is Bulk. I continued to do what I felt was right.”

“But...”

He interrupts before I can finish. “You do what you want, Shug. Just know that you ain’t gotta do this and you don’t have to pay any debts that aren’t yours to pay. You keep coming around until you feel you’re done. Your mom should be the one paying, and if she ever comes around, she will be.”

“It is my debt, Hanger, whether you think so or not. It is and she left me to take care of it.” With that I get up, walk out of his office and close the door behind me.

I find Chasyr at the bar with a beer in hand, so I walk up and sit next to him. “Pretty Boy, can I get a shot of Kinky, blue please?” I ask the cute Italian prospect.

“Coming right up, Shug,” he replies.

Turning my attention to Chasyr, I question, “How’s your night going?”

“Good. How was work?” He gives me that seductive, sexy smile. Chasyr is a really good looking guy with long blonde dreadlocks, hazel eyes, toned body.

“It was good. A slow night, but good all the same.” I give a real smile this time, taking pride in the fact that I have a real job, a real paying job.

After a few more shots and drinks Chasyr says, “You ready to do this, Shug?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” He takes my hand, helping me off the bar stool, then leads me to where the bedrooms are. Once inside I ask, “What’ll it be tonight?”

“Why don’t we start off with you sucking me off?”

“Yeah, I can do that.” Chasyr drops his jeans and boxer briefs to his ankles, then sits on the edge of the bed.

Walking over, I kneel down between his tight muscled thighs. I grip his growing cock in my hand, pumping a few times to get it all the way hard. Leaning down, I flick my tongue out to lick around the head and down his long shaft. Coming back up to the top, I suck his tip in, slowly going down until he hits the back of my throat. After a few bobs of my head, I release him, only to flick my tongue against the tip in a fast motion, then swirl it around the head.

Chasyr’s hand finds my hair, tangling his fingers through it, and I know he wants me to start sucking again. I do just that, pulling him in tightly with my mouth, going back down as far as I can. His moans and growls begin growing louder, and his hand starts guide my head. Chasyr’s hips thrust, causing him to start fucking my mouth.

Letting Chasyr take the lead, getting himself closer will make this shit go a whole lot faster. I position my hands on his thighs and let him have control, getting what he needs from me. Feeling him grow inside of my mouth, I move one hand to his balls, massaging them and tugging lightly. “I’m about to come.” And that’s my cue, I pull my mouth away, replacing it with my hand, pumping him a few more times until he is growling out. “Fuuck!” His hot cum shoots out, filling my hand and I keep going until he falls back on the bed, covering his eyes with one arm. Not one of these guys turns me on, but I’m sure that if they were with someone they cared about like Hanger, Bear or Writer, they would be amazing lovers. For me, not so much. I’m never into this shit, but I can put on one hell of a show.