Page 18 of Tinsel & Chrome

Trixie

The clubhouse is coming along nicely. Kiera and I are cooking up a storm. The other croweaters are cleaning and doing the other daily chores.

Merciless Few is a one-percenter club that most people know not to fuck with.

Some, however, are still stupid enough to try.

The club gets fired up while at war with another club, or, like not so long ago, the cartel.

When I first met Ezekial, I was paranoid around him.

He always looked serious, hardly ever smiling, and never talked to anyone.

He always had the same broody expression on his face.

He stayed in his office except when he called church to session.

He never even came out to get his meals.

The croweaters would deliver them to him.

He took his work seriously and his loyalty to his brothers more serious.

He would lay down his life for them.

I knew the Merciless Few was a good fit for me right away.

Lucie, one of the girls, saw me stripping at a local establishment, and approached me about being part of the club .

It was a no brainer for me.

I was tired of having men putting their greasy hands all over me while I danced for measly tips.

I jumped at the chance to get away from my abusive boyfriend—and my shitty little apartment that was all I could afford.

Collecting all my tips, I left with the clothes on my back, and nothing more.

I knew Billy, my boyfriend, would go nuts when he realized I vanished.

I was just glad he’d never get another chance to hurt me.

At the club, I got to pick who I wanted to be with, and I enjoyed being with women who built each other up.

As soon as I arrived, I was sent to the garage to get my tattoo.

All croweaters get a tattooed skull with horns and property of MFMC.

I got it on my left arm to let everyone know I was protected by the club.

I wear that brand proudly.

It makes me feel good to be part of something and actually be acknowledged for who I am.

Through the years, I’ve been with different members.

Each one has their own kink.

Some are rougher than others.

When I first approached Ezekial, I thought he was going to tell me to get out, but he didn’t.

I bent down on my knees in front of him, unzipped his jeans, and pulled his cock out.

Taking it in my hand, I stroked it until he was hard as steel.

I leaned forward, taking the tip in my mouth, sucking on it while I kept stroking him.

He put his hand on my head, slightly guiding me.

I moved my hands and slid my mouth down his shift, softly using my teeth on the thick veins on the bottom of it.

As I bobbed my head up and down, I heard him sigh.

He thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock deeper into my throat.

I knew he was close when he pushed my head down, and within seconds, he came inside my mouth.

He moaned as I sucked every drop from him. When I was finished, I fixed him inside his pants and zipped him up. I stood up, looked him in the eye, and smiled at him.

“Come back tomorrow?”

he asked gruffly.

“Of course.”

He nodded and I walked away.

This became our routine.

I would visit him daily.

We weren’t intimate each time.

Some days he just wanted company.

He was very loyal to his club, he just didn’t seem to be able to connect with them on a personal level.

Most of the men didn’t seem to mind.

They knew what a tough job he had. Some of the girls were jealous that he chose me. If only they knew—I chose him. He intrigued me. He made me feel like I was safe. Safety was not something I’d ever had in my life. With Ezekial, when he wrapped his arms around me, I felt secure.

I shake my head, trying to clear thoughts of the past.

It’s fairly easy because I’m taking some of the girls on a shopping trip.

I want to pick up a frame for my present to Ezekial.

We load up in the van, and head out.

The five of us are chattering away on our way to the store.

I have Kiera, Leah, Marcie, and Sheila.

Everyone’s excitement is palpable.

We park the van, then disembark.

There’s a strip mall, so we decide to start at one end and work our way down.

We scatter off so we can get what we want.

Frames are easily found.

I want something manly.

Not a girly frame.

I’m immediately excited when I find one with leather wrapped around it.

It’ll look so good on his desk.

I pay for my frame, then go to the van to put it in there so I don’t have to carry it around.

I just shut the van door when I feel someone grab my arm.

Turning around, I see it’s Brad, my ex-boyfriend.

“Get your hands off of me.”

I glare at him, but he only squeezes tighter.

“You belong to me, bitch. I will put my hands whenever I want to.”

He proceeds to pull me to his car, and I fight him every step of the way. He punches me in the face and then shoves me into his car, then he punches me again. As I’m starting to blackout, I hear Kiera screaming my name.

Then my world goes black.