Sharing Freedom

Chapter Two

Freedom sat in the strippers changing room. She had actually done it; she had stripped off her clothes for money. Last night she had cried herself to sleep after accepting the job, and today she had done it. She had no other options. How low she had fallen. Being on the run for the last three weeks, Freedom discovered a few things. Her father was not only a bastard, but a weak man, whatever money she had, her father had taken right out of her account in order to help pay off the debt. He owed the Devil Savages money, and he owed the Diablos money, she had no clue why he had borrowed from both groups or how much he owed them but regardless, she was caught in the middle.

When she left, she had a small bag of clothes, and five hundred dollars in cash. She left her cell phone in the car when she abandoned it, because she knew they could trace it. The money didn’t go very far when you were trying to hide, and she had no car or means of transportation. When she called her father to tell him she had left, he had yelled at her to come home. They had found her car and called him, he had it towed home and refused to give it to her unless she came back to talk to him reasonably. She knew what would happen, so she refused.

Freedom's father had never talked to her like that. The anger and hate in his voice had stopped her short. She thought she knew her father, and she was getting a scary and clear picture of the man he had hidden from her. Of course, she had been a glutton for punishment and refused to believe her father had been that different. She convinced herself it was the stress he was under. Until the second and third time she called him from different pay phones, so he couldn’t find her. He had screamed and yelled at her, demanded she return, then his voice would change, and he would whisper how sorry he was. She would start to cry and that is how she found out he owed each group fifty thousand dollars, explaining that if she came back and would go with them, it would give him time to come up with the money to pay them. She would refuse and then the hard ass man that raised her would surface as he ordered her to bring herself back home. After the last call a thought hit her, and she went to the bank to try to withdrawal more money from a branch in town, that is when she had been devastated.

She learned all her savings were gone. She had trusted him, and he failed her. She knew how hard it was with all the bills piling up, but damn it, he should have come to her. Freedom would have figured it out. Now she was stuck in a mess, with no money and hiding from two groups of men who wanted to claim her. Well f**k that, she thought and wiped the tears she hadn’t known she was crying off her face with a furious wipe of her hand. She refused to think about it. It is what it is.

The outfit she wore to dance in was an old one from the other girls, it didn’t even fit, and the red clashed with her hair. Made her feel like the two-bit w***e she was sure she looked like; she laughed out loud, a f*****g virgin stripper, no one would believe that s**t.

Freedom had always thought she would save herself for her wedding night, they would have a huge white wedding, and her dream lover would kiss her passionately and make love to her, claiming her as his. Damn her father for taking her dreams.

“Hey, honey,” the woman who had introduced herself as Shady a few hours before, said. She was gorgeous, with straight raven black hair, and bright green eyes, plus her body was rock hard and firm with all the curves in the right places. It would be intimidating being around her and dancing.

“Yeah?” Freedom replied.

“You okay?” Shady asked.

“Yeah,” Freedom said sadly.

“Then get your ass up and clean up the room,” Shady said brusquely.

Freedom looked up at her with a surprised look and said, “Huh?”

“You heard me, get your ass up and clean this place up. We have rules; we don’t leave a mess after our shift. I hate coming back here to find crap laying all over, so do the others. Trick and Treat will be here soon, no they are not related but they are best friends. Sloppiest bitches you will ever meet, if you don’t clean up before they get here, you will be stuck cleaning up after them. It sucks,” Shady said. “No use crying over anything. It is what it is, deal with your s**t and move on, but don’t leave a mess.”

Freedom looked at Shady and frowned. “Trick and Treat?”

Shady rolled her eyes. “Okay, quick rundown. This place is owned by the Warriors, you know, that right?”

“I thought Mr. Creed owned it,” Freedom said and picked up a towel that had fallen.

“Are you for real?” Shady laughed. “Ops Warriors MC…owns this place, and a few other places around here. Damn, I can’t be a b***h like normal to you—it’s like kicking a puppy. You have no clue what you stumbled into, do ya?”

Freedom felt the blood drain from her face as she sunk back down into the chair she had just stood from. Another motorcycle club, she had walked into a place owned by a motorcycle club? f**k, was all she could think. She had learned a few things over the last few weeks about motorcycle clubs, and she had been terrified. What some of the people had said scared the s**t out of her.

“Half the women who dance here currently belong to the club: Me, Rain, Trick, Treat, Nike, and Bob. Bob though is currently on the road with a few of the guys. The others are club whores: Candy, Sandy, Vicki, and Trix,” Shady said with a happy tone. “You are the low slut on the strippin' pole, which means you get the s**t jobs. Main rule: don’t touch anyone outside the bar, you leave the work here. If you are caught selling it on the outside, you are done here, no one takes income away from the club. Taking off your clothes is a job like any other. Lap dances and body shots cost extra, and you get to keep the money, anything above and beyond, you need to work with Rock and Magnum, there are a few rooms for privacy to use. You will be fine if you just go by my motto 'keep your nose clean and your p***y cleaner',” Shady laughed at the end.

“I am not a very good dancer in case you didn’t know,” Freedom said and felt her face turn red when the woman laughed. She wasn't even going to touch the part about keeping her parts clean.

“Well duh, the girls and I will help, we practice in the mornings when only the old dudes are here. They like to watch and tell us if we are doing it right." Freedom looked confused at Shady's comment, so she explained, "You know, if they are getting a b***r. If you can get a rise in their pants, you are golden.” Shady laughed at the horrified look on Freedom’s face. “You are a stripper, hon, you do get that, right?”

"Well yeah, but I never actually thought about the guys," Freedom whispered.

"Freedom, you applied to take off your clothes and jiggle your ass. A guy is gonna get a b***r. Just make sure the right guys do and you will be fine." Shady laughed.

Freedom stared at the ground and finally said, "Who are the right guys?"

"Anyone who tips you more than a twenty." Shady smiled. "Come on, the guys will be here in a few ready to relax. Before then, I gotta get you loosened up."

Freedom felt like she had passed a test of sorts.

"This can't be right," Easy said as he looked at his computer. "Says she has a degree in accounting. A w***e is a w***e, she doesn’t have a degree."

"Look at her financials," Poke said. "If she had a degree in accounting, she wasted her money."

"She's broke, so what, she obviously isn't making it on her back." Easy shrugged.

"Yeah, but look at who withdrew the money," Poke said.

"She is married?" Easy said with disgust. "Her man is making her work here to support him. Damn."

"Yeah, sucks but at least she isn't a plant," Poke said.

"Where is her man now?" Easy asked.

"Wait, let's find out, we don't need a husband coming in here and f*****g with business. Creed would be pissed if that happened,” Poke said.

They dug a little deeper and Poke was frowning at the screen when Easy finally asked. “What?”

“It’s not her husband,” Poke said. “It’s her father.”

“That’s seriously f****d up,” Easy said and looked at the transactions her father made. He had cleaned her out.

“Look at this,” Poke said and pulled up a picture he found of Freedom from a social media site. She was smiling at whoever took the picture while eating an ice cream cone. Damn, she was f*****g hot, Poke thought while he looked at his friend.

Easy leaned forward and Poke could saw his interest. They had been friends a long time—he knew the signs.

“Damn, makes my c**k hard just thinking of her using that mouth on it.” Easy groaned.

“She is hot,” Poke agreed.

“Yeah but looks like she may be too much effort. I mean look at her. Rich girl on the skids, she will run back to her daddy soon. Best not worry about her too much because she won't be around long. Not to mean we can't tap it a few times before it goes out the door. Tight, fresh p***y for a change in venue and to see if it may be made out of gold,” Easy said with a smile and chuckle.

Poke nodded and closed down the computer, in the MC everyone knew they liked to share, it was something they decided long ago they liked, and excelled at. Freedom would run the other way screaming if she found out what they liked, good girls trying to play bad never ended well.

Easy shrugged and looked at his friend and grinned. “Now that we are done with this, we can relax. Ya think Trick is up for us tonight?”

Poke laughed. “Trick is always up for us. She doesn't care what we do to her as long as she gets to come in the end.”

The guys stood and walked back into the smoke-filled bar. It was still early, so the majority of the men were club members coming down after church. The new chick wasn’t up on the poles yet, she was too green to work for the big crowds, so they had the benefit of either table tonight. Trick and Treat were giving a show. The guys loved it when the two women decided to work together on the poles. They played off each other and made it more entertaining for the men.

Easy and Poke took some chairs and sat down in front of Trick but not turning their backs on Treat. The two women were polar opposites; Trick was tall and thin with long brown hair, while Treat was short and curvaceous with spiked blonde hair.

They had rules in the bar because it was public, and no one touched what was theirs. The club knew the rules but in the back was their space, and there was where Poke and Easy were going to be soon. Both of them watched Trick and Treat gyrate their hips as they circled the pole, the pole Trick held snuggly between her legs while she slowly rubbed her p***y up and down, it made them hard just looking at her, remembering last week when they had her between them f*****g her at both ends. Trick loved s*x, any and all kinds. The b***h didn't have a hole they hadn't filled. She was one of the few females in the club that could take on their stamina and size. She could go for hours. It worked for them, ménages made them both hot. It wasn’t that they thought of each other sexually, instead they both were able to f**k a woman into oblivion together or one could sit back and get off just watching while the other put a woman through the paces.

The songs moved from one to another, but both of them couldn’t take their eyes off Trick, she was the one they wanted tonight, and from the looks she was giving them, she was ready for it.

“Get the room ready,” Easy said and Poke snorted and rose. It was early, and it didn’t matter. Both men needed to f**k a woman.

Poke held up a hand and motioned to Trick to be in the back in five and he walked down the corridor. There were five doors, the bathrooms, the chicks’ changing room, the office, and two rooms that only members could get into. They all held keys and they were both huge. In the center or each room was a king size bed, on the sides were four or five couches lining the walls—for those who liked to watch. They both held mini bars so once inside they didn’t have to leave.

The good part was that no one used the rooms but members, so they knew who had been in there. The sheets were clean. Everything was consensual and watching others f**k got them all off.

Poke turned on the music and adjusted the heat, since no one had been in there it was cold, and he didn’t want to freeze his nuts off when he undressed. He heard a rustle behind him and turned.

Easy carried Trick through the doorway over his shoulder, with his hand rubbing over the cheeks of her ass and between her thighs. She was laughing and hanging upside down yelling at his friend.

“Damn it, Easy, I wasn’t done.” Trick laughed.

“f**k yeah you were, I saw you were gonna get off again with a damn piece of metal," he said, running his fingers through her folds, then pulling them out, holding them up to show Poke how wet she already was while he continued, "and Shady had come in, she can take your place. I need that cunt wrapped around my c**k when you blow, babe," Easy said and tossed her on the bed.

"Now I gotta start over, damn it, I was ready to f*****g come," Trick said and Poke came to her already naked, grabbed her hair, and turned her to him, latching his mouth to her.

"No problem," Easy said and began to undress.

"You are gonna take every inch of us and f*****g love it," Easy ground out as he watched Poke f**k her mouth with his tongue and Trick ran her hand to her cunt, dipping her fingers.

Freedom cleaned as the girls came in one by one and introduced themselves to her. She felt out of place in the room with them. Earlier it had only been Shady, and Freedom had changed into her costume in private. Apparently, this didn't matter to the women. Other things didn't matter either, since Shady pulled out a bag of weed and lit up while she watched.

When they came in, they started disrobing from their already short shorts and tank tops before they had even let the door close. She didn't know how to react to shaking hands with women who were naked when they said hi. It was unnerving, but they didn't seem to care.

Shady told her that until she was fully trained she had the shitty shifts, from opening to only five when the bigger crowds came in. But she was expected to waitress as well if she wanted to make money. Since dancing certainly was not going to work, she thought. She knew she sucked and wasn't going to embarrass herself further until she knew what she was doing. Shady had laughingly agreed and showed her how to do a lap dance. It had been sad and ugly but Shady told her to rub their c**k against her ass and she would be fine.

When she walked out into the loud main room next, she felt the blood rush to her face. Treat and Shady were dancing. However, the others she met—Nike, and Rain—were slinging drinks and doing lap dances. She needed to do this, no one she knew would ever look for her here. It was the reason she had picked this place to stop.

Freedom had been down to her last hundred dollars, and she walked out of the seedy hotel she had gotten a room for cheap and just walked, determined to find somewhere no one would look for her to make some money. When her feet became so tired that she couldn’t walk anymore, Freedom had been in the parking lot of the strip club. She had laughed and walked right in, it was perfect. She had no idea what the f**k she was thinking at the time—she blamed it on lack of sleep.

Now faced with her new reality, Freedom was having second thoughts. However, when Rain walked over to her, handed her a tray, and told her to move her ass, it was clear she wasn’t going to get a chance to leave yet. She had to suck it up and move, with a deep sigh she dove in.

For the next few hours she only thought about beer and whiskey, since that was the only thing the men who came into the place drank, and drank they did. She was exhausted and only wanted to go back to her hole in the wall room and crash. Hopefully the tips she made tonight, even without doing a lap dance, would last her until payday. She didn’t know how much she made since they were just sticking bills in her waistband. Tomorrow she was going to have to get up enough nerve to do the whole lap dancing. She could see hundreds sticking out of the other girls’ waists.

“New girl,” Nike yelled and pointed to the hallway. “Some chick threw up in the bathroom, clean it up.”

Oh hell, that was so not in her job description, but the look from the tall, thin, black-haired beauty told her not to argue. Grumbling, she walked back into the hallway and looked for a bucket, one of these rooms had to have cleaning supplies. They hadn’t given her the whole tour, only pointed to doors earlier. She remembered Shady said something about not going in a few of the doors, they were off limits. She couldn’t remember which ones and to be honest she was too tired to give a s**t.

One of the rooms wasn’t closed all the way and Freedom figured it was a place to start but when she opened up the door, she froze, Freedom almost passed out at the sight before her.

There was a huge bed, and in the middle was Trick on her hands and knees. Two naked, sexy, huge men were f*****g her from both ends. Neither of them stopped when she stumbled in. Instead, she watched as both men turn their lust-filled eyes to look at her.

“Trick, f*****g swallow me whole, b***h,” one said and tugged her hair harder while keeping his eyes locked on Freedom. Freedom sucked in a breath as she then heard Trick moan with what she could only think was in pleasure. What the f**k?

Both men were moving fast, and as she was watching with her mouth open, she watched them begin to move faster. Like it was exciting them with her standing there, a stranger for God’s sake. The men's eyes were still locked on hers, and as she stared at the men watching the muscles on their sweat slicken bodies contract and move, she felt heat rise on her cheeks as her stomach clenched and wetness seeped onto her panties. What was wrong with her? She'd never reacted to a man like this before and surely not two, and never had she ever invaded someone’s privacy or considered doing so while they were having s*x.

“Wanna join, sweet cheeks?” the other said, pulling her from the frozen state she was in. She made a noise that had to sound like a squeak and as she ran out, she heard both men and Trick yell their release. s**t.