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orgasm happened only a few miles later, and the third just before they reached the mine.
     
    There were, as expected, two flags hanging from the fence in front of the mine clubhouse. There were also several members and Mommas standing around on the clubhouse porch. One of the Mommas handed the two flags to Aimee. They didn’t have poles as such, but did have a short bar that held them stiff on the end as if they were on a pole. Aimee gripped the bars tightly and Maddox headed back into town.
     
    The trip back was even more intense that the trip up. With the two flags in her hands, she could not hold on to Maddox and bounced and slipped much more than before. Furthermore, holding the flags up caused tension in her arms and in her abdomen, forcing her to tighten her cunt muscles and as a result intensify the sensations of the bouncing, wiggling prick within her.
     
    She had four more orgasms on the trip back, one just as they were entering town. Perhaps it was the accumulation of the sensations of the whole trip that caused it, or perhaps it was because it was happening in front of the entire Iron Eagles club, but the last orgasm was not just in the top five. It was a new number one. Her screams as they passed the bar were matched by the hoots and cheers of the club members and Mommas gathered on the porch.
     
    Finally they were back where the ride had begun, at the main clubhouse. “Let’s go inside,” Maddox said as he helped her off the bike. Once inside, the head Momma handed her the dress she had left in the parking lot when the ride began. She also handed her a black leather jacket. On the back were the skull and wings and the words, “Iron Angels MC, Iron Creek, Colorado.”
     
    Maddox was standing behind her. He bent down and kissed her on the neck and said in almost a whisper, “Welcome to the club.”
     
    One of the members stepped up to both of them and said, “Carol... I mean Dave wants to see you at the bar. They’re waiting for you up in Carol’s apartment.”
     
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    Maddox parked his bike in front of the bar and he and Aimee walked back to the alley. As they went up the back steps to Carol’s apartment, he could see David’s bike parked beneath them and the memory of the hurt and anger of that night flashed through his mind. Surprisingly, there was no corresponding emotion. Those dreams and yearnings were dead. Now his only thought was that if this was a trap, how could he save Aimee?
     
    Aimee wasn’t sure what to think. She was now wearing an Iron Angels jacket over her short dress. But that was all she was wearing. She was still barefoot and bare-assed. She knew that this could be a trap. She knew that they could be walking to their deaths. Somehow the thought of her body being found in the desert months from now with no panties on bothered her. Dying doesn’t bother me, she thought. Having pictures and videos of myself riding naked through town doesn’t bother me. But being found dead and pantiless does. That is weird. Maddox wondered why she was smiling so strangely as they entered the apartment.
     
    David was wearing the Iron Angels jacket with heavy leather fringes on the sleeves, identifying him as the president of the club. Maddox had always thought that was a rather strange way to designate the leader, but when they were on the road riding, the many strands of leather would stream out from the president’s arms and look almost like wings as they flew down the road.
     
    “Come in, come in,” David said.
     
    Carol added, “Have a seat,” and pointed toward the kitchen table.
     
    As the four of them sat down, she said, “I have a proposition for you.”
     
    Aimee and Maddox remained silent. Carol continued. “Maddox, you don’t need to worry that I am going to clean out any threats to me and David. I may have to do that, but I don’t consider you a threat.”
     
    She paused, looking back and forth between Maddox and Aimee. “I know, and you know, that you don’t