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of
our houses. Our phones have a little alert that tells us when someone is
breaking in. You’d be surprised at how much that comes in handy.” he winked at
me. “I could tell pretty easily you were going to try to get information from
us, so it wasn’t really surprising to find you here.”
     
    I
gaped at him. He was right, they weren’t as dumb as I
made them out to be. The thought made me a little nervous. I knew if I took
them for granted another time, I may not be so lucky to get a fucking. And they
wouldn’t make the same mistake around me twice.
     
    “Why
are you investigating us?” Rick asked suddenly.
     
    I
shrugged. It wouldn’t hurt to tell the truth.
     
    “I
was sent here by my boss to see if you guys were doing anything that needed to
be reported. I work as a journalist in DC.”
     
    A
strange look passed over his face as he walked me to the door.
     
    “You
must be… what’s your name, honey?”
     
    I
was startled to realize I hadn’t even given him my name yet.
     
    “Um,
it’s Sasha.”
     
    “I
knew it.”
     
    “Knew
what?”
     
    He
shook his head.
     
    “I
probably shouldn’t tell you. You’ll find out for yourself soon enough.” The
grin was back on his face.
     
    “And
I think you’re gonna like it.”
     
    He
didn’t explain, and I figured it would be a waste of time to ask him to. I did
have one more question for him though.
     
    “What
about us? Was this a one-time thing, or do we keep this going?”
     
    “We
can keep this going. Come over tomorrow night. I’ll have a surprise for you if
you come over a little early. Around 8?”
     
    I
nodded. Looking back, I don’t know why I agreed to meet with him. He was the
second-in-command of a notorious biker gang. Why would someone with an ounce of
sense agree to meet with a guy like that again? Maybe it was the tone of his
voice. Or maybe because he was just so goddamned sexy.
     
    “Sounds
good,” I said.
     
    He
gave me one last grin as I walked out the door and began my long walk back to
the motel.
     
    That
night I could barely sleep. All my thoughts were on Rick. I remembered the feel
of his gigantic cock plowing into me, filling me to the max. I closed my eyes
and remembered him clearly, fucking me till I came.
     
    My
fingers inched down the front of my panties as I relived the memory of his
warm, thick cock. Again, I pretended my fingers were his cock, pushing in and
out of me. But this time it was easier to finish because I knew what his cock
felt like.
     
    I
moaned as my fingers slid in and out, filling my slick hole just as Rick’s cock
had done. I was in my own world, getting fucked by Rick again. His deep,
soothing voice was speaking to me again, lulling me to sleep. I don’t remember
falling asleep, but I remembered dreaming about his gorgeous body taking me
away…
     
    The
next morning I woke up late. It was already 2 o’clock in the afternoon and I
still had a full day of work to do. A startling thought struck me as I ate
brunch in the empty lobby. If Dave’s son worked for his dad, he probably told
him everything about the town already. He could have told him all about the
gang and the rumors that swirled around them. Why did Dave need me?
     
    There
was definitely something going on and when I got back I intended to give Dave a
piece of my mind. But for now, I couldn’t leave. I needed Rick and his
incredible cock. I’d stay until he stopped wanting to fuck me. Hopefully that
wouldn’t be for a very long time.
     
    I
spent the rest of the day exploring the rest of the town and asking the locals
about the gang. No one wanted to talk much about them, but one of them did
mention the absent leader. He was actually in DC on business. No one knew what
the business was, except that it was very personal to him. No one seemed to
know his name, but they spoke of him with something almost like reverence.
     
    But
the fact that he was in DC the same time I was in this town seemed too strange
to simply be a