“You got a phone or weapon on you?”
Rolling my eyes, I hold my arms out to my sides. It’s pretty obvious there’s nowhere to hide such articles in the clothes I’m wearing. Nevertheless, the little asshole takes great pleasure in feeling me up.How the fuck does he think I’d hidden anything in my pussy?
Finally finished, he steps aside. Following the wave of his hand, I enter, almost choking on the smoke-filled air. There’s an underlying odour of sweat, sex, and stale beer, and a stickiness under my feet that makes me want to take a mop to the floor. The Kings’ clubhouse is pristine compared to this, and that’s saying something. The area is crammed, bodies everywhere. A naked woman brushes past me and immediately drops to her knees and unzips the fly of one of the men. He just carries on hisconversation, only idly reaching down to grab her by the hair, and then proceeds to jam his dick down her throat. I swallow hard as she immediately begins choking.
All around me, men are having sex, and at least some of which I know instinctively isn’t consensual. A woman tries to run away. She’s immediately pulled back, thrown down on her knees, head pushed to the floor, then roughly taken up the ass. Turning away before I show my disgust, I approach a couple of men who are standing talking
One of them is smoking a blunt. I reach over and confidently take it from him. Putting it to my lips, I take a deep toke.Fuck, this shit is strong. It’s gone straight to my head.Grateful for the brief feeling of relaxation, I immediately pass it back. Now is not the time to lose my senses.
He doesn’t seem upset at my actions if his hand caressing my ass is any indication. Instead, he leans forward, burping his beer breath into my face. “And who have we got here?”
Trixie is a derivative of my real name, Patricia, but I don’t want to give that here. So I go for another form, which I’ve always hated. Using my best seductive voice, I tell him, “I’m Patty.”
“Of course you are. But I think I’ll name you, ‘the one who’s going to be wearing my cum all over her face.’” He chuckles.
Audaciously, I pat his face. “Sure, babe. But can you point me to the restroom first? I gotta pee something dreadful.”
“Broads,” he sneers, then smirks at his companion. “Over there, to the left of the bar, but you come straight back and find us, yeah?”
With a simpering smile, I nod my head to show I agree, then I follow the way he’s pointing. As I go, I cast my eye around the room, trying to calculate the number of men here. When I get to the bathroom, I enter a stall, then flush and exit without having done anything when the only other woman who was herehas gone. As loud as I dare, I speak, hoping the mic will pick it up. “There’s a party. Men fuckin’, most half-wasted. About thirty that I can count. No sign of Ace or Toni.” Then I add truthfully, having noticed the number of beer bellies hanging out, “They might be armed, but wouldn’t be much good in a one-on-one fight.” Unlike the Kings, who Bullseye encourages to keep themselves fit and in shape. Nowadays, with the help of the gym that had been added onto the club, partly my idea, to get Short back to fitness after his ambush by the very men we’re facing tonight. “I’m going to see if I can have a nose around.”
But on exiting the bathroom, I find the owner of the blunt and his companion waiting for me outside.
Plastering a hopefully genuine-looking smile on my face, I let them lead me to a pool table that needs a good sanitising. I try to block out the next moments. One lies down with his condom-covered dick waving invitingly, waiting for me to sink down on him. Knowing what’s coming, but needing to keep up my cover, I pretend I’m willing as I place my pussy over him, letting him plunge inside. It hurts as I’m not even slightly aroused, but the groan and sigh of satisfaction that leaves him as he thrusts up shows he's not worried about the lack of lubrication.
His companion, also thankfully using a condom, immediately pushes my back down so my chest lands against his friend’s, then forces his way into my ass. At least he’s had the foresight to dribble lube over his dick first. I’ve been double-teamed before, and I’ve enjoyed it, but not now. I feel dirty. I try to find that happy place I used to frequent while Piero was molesting me, only this time it takes the shape of reliving that surprising kiss with Freak. I lose myself in that memory, blocking out what’s happening to my unprepared body. Luckily, they don’t even try to make it last, making no pretence that their getting off is the only thing on their minds. The air is filled with “fuck, yeah, she’s tight”, “I’m fuckin’ going to come.” “Yeah, mefuckin’ too.” Once they’ve both shot their loads, they walk away, leaving me half-naked and alone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
TRIXIE
The pool table where they’d taken me is off to one side of the room. When they first leave me, my mind blanks out. Fast coming to my senses, I ignore the soreness in my pussy and ass. Pulling up my panties, straightening my skirt, and ensuring my top contains the girls, I examine my surroundings, noticing there’s a corridor behind me. Having seen no sign of Ace or Toni so far, I decide to explore. Making sure no one is watching me, I sidle off into the hallway.
Now I’m here, I’m unsure of my next move. I’m faced with two doors off to either side, and it’s not like I can just call out, “Ace, are you in there?” If the wrong person is inside, that would be the end of me. Driven only by intuition, I walk on, pausing to see if I can hear voices. As Toni wasn’t partying in the clubroom, I hope she could be somewhere here with her nephew, and hopefully watching out for him and sharing my view that Ace shouldn’t be subjected to the depravity at the party I’d just left.
My simple plan is, if I hear her and Ace, I’ll note the location and inform Freak via the communication device. I can’t afford to have her recognise me.
Maybe she’s not even on the premises. She might have dropped Ace off and disappeared. But while I hate the woman for how she treated Freak, though she’d tricked Ace and brought him here, I’d seen with my own eyes how much she cared for her nephew. I have no idea what she thought she was doing. How the fuck could she think this place and this MC were a better environment for him than with the Kings?
Oh, how I wish I had my phone with me. The tracker app would have pinpointed Ace’s location, but all I’ve got is the vague positioning last time I’d looked at it, and to be honest, since I’ve come inside, I’ve become disoriented.
I come to a set of metal industrial stairs. Slipping out of my shoes and carrying them, I ascend silently. This was obviously the business part of the old warehouse, and it hasn’t been adapted for the club. The old offices still have glass windows, though inside each of the first couple, I can see belongings and a cot. Prospect accommodation? Probably. But that’s none of my concern. I’ve got to locate Ace. I move onward, further into the building, all too well aware I’m leaving my escape route behind me.
I get a deep sense of unease, and thoughts go through my head of how this could all go wrong. What if Toni had found the tracker I’d thought I’d hidden so carefully? What if they’d taken the jacket to lure the Kings here? It could mean Ace is hundreds of miles away from this location, and I’ve been tricked. I shiver as my blood turns to ice.I could have failed Ace, failed Freak, and what’s worse, could have led all the Kings into a trap.They could be rounding them up outside right now, though, at least, I haven’t heard any gunshots. I seriously doubt this place has been soundproofed.
Reminding myself I entered of my own free will, knowing the risks fully, I can do nothing more than proceed with my mission as planned. Moving carefully just in case someone other thanthe person I’m seeking is within one of the glass-fronted rooms, I carry on, only halting when voices come from the end of the corridor.
Quickly looking for a place to hide if I were to hear footsteps coming toward me, I try the door of one of the offices. It’s locked. Anxious, I try another. Again, entry requires a key. Starting to hyperventilate, I feel a panic attack coming on, sink to the floor, and start breathing slowly in, holding my breath, then letting the air out on a deep exhale. I do this again and again until my heart rate starts to slow.I’m not cut out to be a spy,I think ruefully as my senses return to me.I’m not very intelligent either,as I should have realised I’d have heard footsteps by now if anyone was approaching.
The voices come again, a low male mumbling something I can’t quite interpret, then an impassioned louder voice shouting, “No, you can’t make me.”
It’s Ace.Quickly checking I’m still alone, I speak as loud as I dare, again hoping like fuck they can pick up what I’m saying. “I’ve found him. He appears to be in the end office on the second floor.” I think hard, trying to mentally retrace my footsteps, and remembering the layout of the clubroom. At the top of the staircase, I’d turned right, hadn’t I? Which must put me directly above the clubroom. To make sure I’m right, I put my ear to the floor. Yes! I can just hear music from the party below. “It’s above the clubroom. I’m going to see if I can tell who’s in there with him. He’s not alone.”
And maybe to find something that will help the Kings. I crouch low, staying close to the wooden partition, so I’m not visible to anyone looking out of the glass windows above it. The voices get louder as I approach, but I pass them, hoping I’m right in thinking there has to be another way out of here. An exit can also be a way in.
The corridor doesn’t end. It just turns a corner, but there, I spy a different type of door. One that is clearly markedFire Exit.
“There’s a fire door here.” I pull the scrunchy off, letting my hair cascade around my shoulders, extract the device, and now speak into it. “I can’t tell if it’s alarmed, but if you want to enter that way, I can stay and open it. I’m going to check on Ace now.”
