Page 36 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)
Chapter 36
Dozer
The ol’ladies had a girls’ night out planned, and I thought that was the perfect opportunity to take my little flower to the clubhouse for the first time. She could meet all the men who are taken, all at once, this way.
We used to be entirely responsible for security on these nights, but now, it’s a joint effort between the major supernatural groups. However, for the most part, if you have a girlfriend taking part, you don’t do security. The idea is that the girls want to cut loose and dance, be free. They aren’t going to fuck anyone, but they might dirty dance a little, and they can’t do that if their man is watching.
This meant Duke, Horse, Brain, Bash, Gonzo, Ghost, Razor, Bubbles, and McGyver would be there. Bud, too, since he and Nicki came up so she could go on the outing as well. I was pretty sure Rooster and his ol’lady were coming, so he’d be there, too.
Duke specified there’d be no prospects in the clubhouse on this night, and there was no need for any sweetbutts, so it would just be my brothers. I’m not officially romantically attached, but politically, it wouldn’t be good for me to be seen on these nights, so I no longer take part.
I put Daisy in a tiny little miniskirt, a skintight shirt over a push-up bra, and some sky-high heels. There are all kinds of instructions on how to teach your slave to walk in heels, but I didn’t need them because my little Daisy May could rock it in heels.
Just before we went out the door, I put a plug in her ass and some cinnamon oil on her clit and nipples. She’d be horny as fuck all night long — just the way I wanted her.
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Daisy
He took me in the truck, when I’d thought I might get to ride on the back of his bike. Apparently, one must wear special riding clothes and boots, and never a miniskirt and heels, on the back of a Harley.
He’d told me it was just going to be his brothers, and I’d be the only ol’lady. I wanted to ask where the other women were, but it wasn’t an open conversation session, so I kept my mouth shut.
And there were rules. No interrupting a brother in a cut, and tonight, that would mean every man in the room. No walking up to people having a conversation.
There hadn’t been an open conversation session since he’d told me about the evening, so there’d been no chance for me to make sure he wasn’t going to let someone else fuck me, but I had to believe since all these men had significant others, that wouldn’t be on the table.
The clubhouse was much nicer than I expected, though I noticed the sofas were past the point of needing to be replaced. Still, the bar was gorgeous, and the eight huge televisions on the walls were impressive. There were two pool tables, some dart boards, the table with the little football men on poles, and another sports table I’d seen but couldn’t recall the name of.
He’d shown me pictures of the men I was meeting tonight, and had quizzed me on them, with consequences if I got a name wrong, but I still paid close attention during introductions.
“You’re our server tonight,” he told me after introductions, and he walked me behind the bar and showed me how to work the beer tap thingie. “You see someone’s glass getting low, fill it up and return it to them.” He walked me into the kitchen and showed me where the snacks were. “When you see any of the bowls out there getting low, fill them up.”
They had bowls of several kinds of chips, pretzels, and lots of things to dip them into. There was also a platter of all kinds of meat, but Master told me once it was gone, they might fill it up again later, but it didn’t have to be out and available all night.
I spent hours going back and forth to the kitchen while the men watched three different games on three different televisions, alternately muting and unmuting them, so only one was playing out loud at a time. Brain and McGyver played a video game on another television, and at times, the other men paid more attention to their video game than the three games.
After nearly two hours, I took my shoes off in the kitchen before carrying yet more beer back to put beside the men.
“Where are your shoes, Daisy?” Master asked.
“My feet hurt, Master. I took them off.”
The next thing I knew, I was over his lap, my skirt lifted so my bare ass showed to everyone — and likely a lot more than my ass — and Master’s hand was landing on my ass, fast and hard, and it hurt .
He spanked me a long time, and I was bawling my eyes out when he finally stopped, but he didn’t let me up — he removed my plug and put a larger one in before he stood me back up. “Put your shoes on and return, bad girl.”
I scurried behind the bar and into the kitchen, put them on, and came back out as quickly as possible, and then saw the zip-ties in his hands and knew what was about to happen.
Sure enough, he created a big, loose loop around my stainless ankle cuff, and then ran a zip tie through it, underneath the shoe, and up to the cuff on the other side of my ankle — and pulled it tight enough, my shoe wasn’t coming off until someone cut one of the loops. He did the other shoe the same, and told me, “Our waitresses work six-to-ten-hour shifts, running back and forth constantly, five or six days a week. Remember when you said you’d never had a real job? It shows. Do better, bad girl.”
He handed me his glass, which was nearly empty, and I accepted it and grabbed Duke’s, which was also close to empty. I took them behind the bar to refill them, and accepted that my feet were just going to have to hurt. Also, he was still calling me bad girl, which meant this wasn’t over. Once I’ve been fully punished, he’d call me by my name again. Apparently, he wasn’t going to do whatever he needed to do in front of his brothers, and I was grateful for that, but it still broke my heart for him to be upset with me.
The larger plug hurt for a while, until I got used to it, but I ignored the pain and made sure everyone had beer in their glass, and that the bowls of chip and dip were replenished before they got terribly low.
Eventually, Brain got a text at the same time someone came over a speaker I hadn’t known existed and said, “They’re a few blocks away.”
“That’s my cue to leave,” Master told his brothers, and he motioned to me. “Let’s go, bad girl. Time to get your ass fucked. You’re on orgasm denial until I decide otherwise, so it isn’t going to be much fun for you.”