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Dirk and the House Mouse</p>
(Author's note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are over the age of 18. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)
The day was bright and clear without a cloud in the sky, the weather was warm without being hot, and there was little if any wind. Traffic was minimal at best, and this enabled Dirk to relax as he rode his Harley down the highway at 70MPH, a black duffel bag full of his clothing and gear strapped across the rear seat. Riding his bike in conditions like this was one of the things that Dirk loved most in the world, and like most bikers this was a kind of therapy for him that couldn't be found anywhere else. Whenever life's concerns and distractions got to be too much for him, Dirk would fire up the bike and hit the road, not going anywhere in particular but just going until either the bike needed gas or he needed food, or both.
But today was different. Dirk was travelling with a destination in mind, specifically the clubhouse of one of his MC's charters that was in the neighboring state. They were celebrating their 10th anniversary and had planned a monster party, one that Dirk wouldn't have missed for the world. The charter was also located in his favorite beach resort town where his favorite beach resort hotel, "The Windjammer," was located, so there was no way he wasn't going to make this party. He had already made his reservation at the hotel, although he knew he'd most likely end up spending the majority of the night at the clubhouse enjoying the party and the hospitality of the club. He'd had several invites from club members to stay at their house, but Dirk politely declined them all. As much as he loved the members of his club he always felt a little out of place when he stayed overnight with one of them, and preferred the privacy of his own hotel suite instead.
Besides, if he got lucky with one of the many girls he knew were going to be at the party, he wanted a place to go where he could be assured of privacy and comfort.
It was late in the afternoon when Dirk pulled into the parking lot of "The Windjammer," having been on the road for a little more than eight hours. He was achy and tired from the ride, needing both a shower and a drink in the worst way. He pulled his bike up under the awning of the main entrance to the hotel and dropped the kickstand, his loud pipes turning every head within ear shot. He drew a few disgusted looks from some of the snootier patrons when they saw his colors and his long hair, but he truly didn't give a shit. He was worth more than most of them on his worst day, so he really couldn't care less about their opinion. He shut down the engine and got off, stretching for a moment before going into the hotel and checking in. He came back out with a card key for his room less than three minutes later, then got back onto his bike to move it into the parking lot. Once there he shut the bike down, locked the ignition and the forks, unstrapped the duffel bag and headed up to his room.
The room was located on the 22nd floor of the hotel and had a magnificent view of the ocean. As soon as Dirk got into the room he dropped his bag on the bed and went out onto the balcony, standing there and looking out at the ocean. He smiled as he smelled the salt air and felt the ocean breeze on his face, then closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of the waves and the water for several long moments. Then he opened his eyes and looked up and down the beach, still smiling.
"This is my favorite place in the whole world!" he said out loud to himself, his smile getting bigger. It was late in the day on Saturday so the beach was packed with tourists, but this didn't bother him. He wasn't there to go out on the beach this trip, he was there to party and have a good time, so the crowd of people on the beach wasn't important. He stood there for a few moments longer, then turned and went back into the room to shower and change. He took his leather vest with his club's colors on it off and dropped it on the bed, the rest of his clothes following. A few minutes later he was in the shower, standing under the stream of hot water and letting it wash away the achiness and the road grime from today's ride. After his shower he unpacked, tossing his clothes into the drawers of the dresser in the room, then got dressed and headed down to the lounge to have a drink before going over to the clubhouse. He knew the party was going to be big and loud, and he wanted to have at least one drink in relative peace and quiet before he subjected himself to the noise of the party.
He walked into the dimly lit lounge and headed towards the bar, glancing around the room as he did so. It was early in the evening so the lounge wasn't antalya escort very full, with only two or three tables being occupied and less than half a dozen people sitting at the bar. As he walked up to an empty stool he noticed a group of three people, two women and a man, sitting at one of the tables. Dirk could tell that the man and one of the women, a brunette with a very cute face and a huge pair of tits, were obviously together since they were holding hands and sitting very close to each other. The man looked to be quite a bit older than the woman, maybe 20 years or so, he couldn't be sure, but Dirk was positive that the man was at least old enough to be her father. And by the way they were acting, he knew that wasn't it. Husband, maybe, but father- no. Not unless they were into something really kinky, that is.
The other woman, a short blonde wearing a pink two piece outfit consisting of a tight top that tied in the front and equally tight shorts, was sitting on the other side of the table from them, smiling as they talked. She looked up at him as he walked towards the bar, quickly giving him the once-over as she continued talking to her friends. Then she smiled at him, pausing for a moment in her conversation, before turning back to her friends and continuing the conversation. Dirk continued on to the bar and sat down at a vacant stool, ordering a shot of Blanton's straight up when the bartender came over to him.
"Very good, sir!" the bartender said, acknowledging Dirk's taste in bourbon. A few moments later he brought the drink over and set it on the bar in front of him, and Dirk picked it up to take a sip. He eyed the blonde woman in the mirror behind the bar as he did so, taking his time and looking her over good. She was small, around five foot nothing Dirk would have guessed, with long blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She had a cute face with angular features to her cheeks and nose, with slightly almond shaped eyes that fit her face perfectly. Her teeth were white and straight, accompanied by lips that were full and apparently very soft. They weren't full enough to be called 'dick sucking lips' but they were close -- damned close.
'Man, I wonder what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around my dick!' Dirk thought to himself as he looked down to his drink to take another sip. He didn't see the brunette look up at him sharply just as he had this thought, a look of mild surprise flashing across her face for a moment before she broke out in a smile, turning her attention back to her friends. Dirk also didn't see the brunette reach out and touch the blonde's hand as she spoke, her words causing the blonde to glance over at him before she, too, broke out into a smile.
When they all got up to leave Dirk noticed that the blonde had a stout, firm, and slightly muscular body. Her stomach was flat and her waistline slightly tapered, with shapely legs and a firm, rounded ass that flexed when she walked. And on top of all that was a large, firm bustline that sat high on her chest, the twin globes bouncing and jiggling inside her tight top as she walked. She glanced over at him and smiled again as she walked away, the three of them walking out of the door and out of sight. Dirk turned and enjoyed the sight of her ass flexing inside of the equally snug shorts she was wearing, and he couldn't help but wonder how those globes of flesh would feel in his hands. Dirk turned back to his drink, smiling to himself as he took a sip.
Half an hour later Dirk was on his bike and headed out to the clubhouse for the party, and just as he expected there was a very large crowd of bikes and people already there. He parked his bike in front of the clubhouse with the others, not bothering to lock it knowing that the prospects who were positioned around the parking area would keep an eye on it. Watching the bikes of full patch members was part of their job as prospects, and to lock your bike while at the clubhouse with the prospects there was considered disrespectful to the host club. Besides, the prospects knew they'd get their butts kicked if they let anything happen to the bike of a full patch member, so Dirk wasn't concerned when he got off his bike and headed into the clubhouse to meet the other members of the club, leaving his bike unlocked.
When he got inside he saw that the party was already in full swing. He walked over to the packed bar, exchanging greetings, hugs and handshakes with at least half a dozen other club members along the way. The club was hosting an open bar as usual, and Dirk was sure that by the time the party was over the grounds and the clubhouse would be littered with empty beer cans, discarded Solo cups, and drunken bikers, all passed out and lying wherever they had fallen. Dirk didn't plan to be one of them, so he took it easy on the beer. There was a time in his life when he'd be the first one to pass out drunk, but those days were long over. antalya escort bayan Hangovers hurt a lot more than they used to, so he avoided them whenever he could by staying mostly sober. Weed was his intoxicant of choice these days, and there was just as much of that to be had as there was beer and hard alcohol. One of his close brothers fixed him up with a couple of the biggest, fattest doobies Dirk had ever seen, and after he had made the rounds of the clubhouse which took about an hour he sat down at a table in a corner of the clubhouse to relax, enjoy his beer and his weed, and watch the party unfold in front of him.
Two beers and half of the doobie later Dirk was feeling pretty good, enjoying sitting at the small table and watching the goings-on in the club house. MC parties were always loud, raucous, and entertaining, and tonight's party was no different. He put the joint to his lips to take another hit but stopped his hand in mid-air when he saw the petite blonde from the hotel bar walk into the room. Instead of the tight shirt and shorts she was wearing at the hotel, she was now wearing faded jeans tucked into black leather boots that came halfway up her calves, a tight white V-neck shirt that showed a generous amount of cleavage, and a denim jacket that was just as faded as the jeans she wore. She turned heads as she made her way through the crowd to the bar, stopping to talk to several people along the way. As she was talking to one of them she turned in Dirk's direction, and a smile crossed her face when she saw him sitting at his table. She finally made her way over to the bar and got a beer, then made a beeline for Dirk's table.
"Mind if I sit down?" she said, smiling down at him, her deep blue eyes sparkling.
"Please do," Dirk said, motioning to the empty chair across from him. She put her beer down on the table and then sat down, leaning forward onto her elbows as she crossed her forearms on the table in front of her.
"I was hoping you'd be here tonight," she said, smiling at him. "My name's Amy, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Amy. I'm Dirk. What made you think I'd be here?" he asked, taking a swig from his beer.
"Your colors," she said, referring to his leather vest with his MC patches on them. "I saw them when you sat down at the hotel bar earlier, and I had a feeling that you were in town for the party," she replied, still smiling at him.
"You seem to know a lot of people here," he said, taking a drink from his beer. "Are you somebody's ol' lady?" he asked. If he was going to make a move on this highly attractive and very sexy woman, he needed to know if she was the wife or girlfriend of a club brother. To move on another man's woman is a cardinal sin in the MC world, and he had no desire to get involved in that.
"No, I'm not, and I'm not a 'sweet butt' either," she said, sitting back and taking a drink from her beer. A 'sweet butt' was a woman who lived at the clubhouse, kept the place clean, and serviced the club members whenever they wanted it. "I have my own place over on Vincent Lane about twenty minutes from here, so I don't live at the clubhouse. I'm more of a 'house mouse,' actually; I help the club out with some of their administrative functions and help organize fundraisers and things like that, but I'm not looking for a partner or an old man. I actually helped organize this party, I'll have you know!" she said, looking around briefly and gesturing with the beer in her hand as she did.
"From what I can see, you did a good job," Dirk replied, smiling at her for the first time. "So if you're not somebody's ol' lady or a 'sweet butt,' how did you get involved with the MC to begin with?" he asked, genuinely curious. She looked down for a moment before replying, a solemn look on her face before she looked back up at him and replied.
"I was the ol' lady of the founding Sergeant at Arms, 'Poppa Bear.' He was killed in an accident about a year after the charter was granted, and the way the club treated me when that happened was just," she stopped for a moment, a small smile creeping onto her face and her eyes tearing up just a bit. "They showed me so much love and compassion, I knew I'd found a home here and would never leave it. So I haven't. I'm not looking for another old man or another club member to hook up with, and everyone knows that so they leave me alone. They all watch out for me like a band of big brothers, and I appreciate that!" she said, her smile returning.
"The brotherhood of an MC is something that you have to experience to really understand," Dirk said, nodding at her. "Joining the MC was one of the best things I ever did, and I love it," he said, taking a drink from his beer before continuing. "So why were you hoping I'd be here tonight, may I ask?"
"Because you make me tingle in all the right places," she replied, looking into his eyes. "When I saw you at the bar earlier tonight the tingling escort antalya began immediately, and by the time I left it was so intense I could hardly stand it. I was so wet I was surprised I didn't squish when I walked!" Her eyes were bright and shining as she looked at him, a big smile on her face.
"You're very direct, aren't you, Amy?" Dirk asked, smiling back at her.
"Yes, I am," she replied, nodding her head. "Life is too short to waste time fucking around, you know? Unless you're actually fucking, that is!" She was absolutely grinning by now.
"So are you tingling now?" Dirk asked. 'Let the games begin!' he thought to himself.
"Absolutely," Amy replied, giving him a big smile as she replied, without missing a beat. "And my panties are absolutely soaked!" she picked her beer up and took another drink before putting it back on the table and speaking again.
"You know, Dirk, if you play your cards right -- and I think you will -- not only will you find out how my ass feels in your hands, you'll also find out what it feels like to have my lips wrapped around your hard dick!"
Dirk's mouth fell open, a look of utter surprise on his face. She laughed at his reaction to what she had just said, and the surprise was evident in his voice when he finally spoke.
"How the fuck did you know that?" he said, incredulously. "What are you, psychic or something?"
"No, but my friend Sherry is!" Amy replied, still grinning. "She's the woman who I was with at the hotel bar, and the man was Rob, her husband. Rob is a lieutenant with the local police department, and I've known Sherry since high school. She's always been a little bit psychic, and when she picked up on what you were thinking in the bar, she told me about it."
"Okay, I'm officially freaked out!" Rob said, picking up the joint and taking a hit. Amy held her hand out with the palm up and wiggled her fingers at him, so he passed the joint to her. She put it to her lips and took a big hit, holding the smoke in for a moment before blowing it out and passing the joint back to him.
"Most people are," she said, following the hit on the joint with a drink from her beer. "Freaked me right the fuck out too, the first time Sherry told me something that I was thinking! I don't know how Rob handles it on a daily basis, I really don't!" She put the beer down and leaned on the table again, crossing her forearms as she had before and creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire. A slightly evil smile crossed her face as she spoke again.
"So do you want to find out or not, Dirk?" she said, her voice low and sultry, her eyes smoldering.
"Oh, yeah," Dirk replied, returning her smile. "That, and a whole lot more, I hope," he said.
"I think you can count on that!" Amy replied, grinning at him.
"My hotel?" Dirk said, and Amy shook her head.
"Let's go to my place," she said. "When I fuck you, I want it to be in my own bed, not in a hotel!"
"I'm guessing you live alone?" Dirk asked, just to be sure.
"Not even a cat!" she said, giving him a big smile.
"Works for me," Dirk said, picking up his beer and draining it. He took one last hit from the joint before dropping it to the floor and crushing it under his boot. "Where do you live?"
"102 Vincent Lane, about twenty minutes from here," she replied, draining her own beer and putting the empty bottle on the table. "You gonna let me be your back warmer on the ride over there?" she asked.
"Only if you promise to press those big tits against my back!" Dirk replied, giving her a dose of her own medicine. Amy laughed as she responded.
"What kind of a back warmer would I be if I didn't? Hell, I may even give you a 'reach-around' as well!" she said, standing up. Dirk stood up as well, looking down at her from across the table.
"You're really something, you know that, Amy?" he asked.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet, 'High Side'!" she replied, calling him by his road name that she got from the patch on the front of his vest. "Just wait until I get you home!"
They walked out of the clubhouse and over to his bike, and Dirk got on first. He held the bike steady while Amy climbed on, then cranked up the engine. The loud pipes roared as the engine came to life, and Dirk dropped the bike into gear and pulled out of the parking area. Amy leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her big tits into his back just as she had promised. She held on tight as he maneuvered the bike through traffic and out onto the open roadway, following the directions Amy was saying into his ear as she clung to his back. A few minutes later they were out on the open roadway, headed towards her house and what Dirk knew was going to be a very interesting evening.
His suspicions about how the evening was going to go were confirmed when Amy slid her hand down his stomach to his crotch, massaging the lump of his cock firmly and then gripping it in her hand. She squeezed gently but firmly, and both of them could feel Dirk's cock begin to respond.
"I can't wait to give you a blowjob!" she said into his ear.
"You keep that up and I'm gonna have to pull over and fuck you right here!" he shouted over his shoulder at her, and he heard her laugh.