Sharing Freedom

Chapter Four

Freedom threw her towel on the bar and sighed. It had been a long day. Shady and the Bitches had really helped her over the last week get her feet under her. Her life was a f*****g mess, and she had found people who actually made her feel like there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Of course, she still had to ask the guys if they would consider helping her. She knew she was going to need it. After speaking to her father, she had made a few phone calls to see if anyone had heard anything.

Her father’s friends had known nothing; however, the guys who cooked in the restaurant said the gang had taken up residence in the dining room most nights. They said her father had been acting strangely and giving them free meals. Freedom knew she had no choice if she wanted to remain safe; she was going to ask them for help, she just wasn’t sure who to go to.

Shady walked up to her side and laughed. “Busy night, you seem to be popular with the preppies though.”

Freedom snorted and looked at the table of young college students. They had paid for five body shots already. She had been leery of that chore when she started since it allowed the customers actually to touch her. But the Prospects had made sure she was safe, plus Shark and Magnum scared the s**t out of the college boys before she had even known they requested it, they were the only ones who had asked that of her since she had started. But it was a fast hundred, and the girls got to keep it all.

Easy and Poke walked in from the back and she shifted from foot to foot. She was uneasy around the two men, not understanding how both of them attracted her so much. It was an unsettling feeling and made her think she was a slut. It didn't help they still were starring in her dreams and she wouldn't be shocked if she didn't have a rash from staying wet when they were around. Not that she would share that information with her new friend. Her friend had guessed over the last week her feelings when the two men walked into the room and Freedom immediately stiffened and became tense until she saw where they sat.

“Look who is here,” Shady laughed and looked at her new friend.

“Oh…uh…” Freedom stuttered, a blush went across her cheeks, and she picked up her towel again and began to clean the bar absently.

“Come on, girl. They sat in your section again, so get your groove on and go and get their order.” Shady laughed.

“Rock,” Freedom called and when the large man came to her she said with a bright red face, “Two All-Irish Black and Tans.”

Rock grunted and got the drinks while she waited. Shady only lifted an eyebrow at her and grinned. She knew their drinks, she knew what they liked to eat, hell, she even could tell what kind of mood they were in when she walked up to them. That was how much she had been studying the two overly muscled men. They were the SGTs of Arms for the Warriors, and after her first week, she knew the two men led the security of the club. They kept everyone safe, and they took their jobs seriously, which is why she felt safe around them. It was also why she was thinking of becoming a b***h, these men would help her, she knew it. The only thing holding her back was what Shady had told her about sleeping with someone to get nominated. Could she do it?

When Rock placed the drinks in front of her, she smiled and took a deep breath, then grabbed them and carried them to the two men who had become stars in her erotic dreams the last few nights.

“Hey, Free,” Poke said with a grin when she approached them with their drinks.

“Poke,” she said shyly and looked at Easy. Poke was the smoother of the two men. He had a sense of humor and she was drawn to his smile. Easy was more mysterious, dangerous, and downright huge, but she felt as much attraction to him as she did Poke. She really was beginning to wonder just where this Freedom had been hiding because she'd never felt like this before.

“Thanks, babe,” Poke said and waited while she leaned across to put Easy’s drink in front of him.

“Easy,” Freedom said breathlessly. She hated it when her voice sounded like that whenever she was around him.

Easy looked up at her with his sunglasses still on and stared. She knew he did because she could feel his eyes move from her face to her chest and she felt her n*****s tighten. s**t, she thought with the tight top she wore she knew they would notice. So, when she heard Poke chuckle, it was confirmed.

Tonight, she wore the black leather halter-top and black leather skirt, with mesh stockings and high heels. Her feet were already hurting but she didn’t care.

“Babe,” Easy said in his low grumble, which made her panties damp every time.

“How was your day?” she said stupidly and wanted to crawl under the table and hide.

Poke laughed and looked at her. “Uh, great. And yours?”

Yeah, great day working in a strip club. This is why you don’t ask how peoples days are in a freaking strip club, she thought.

“Fine,” she said and then turned and walked to her other tables with a bright red face. How did they do that to her every time. Well she knew, because they were f*****g hot, and she could only remember what they looked like nekkid and f*****g Trick, which she now fantasized, was her. So, f****d up, she thought.

The college boys called her over and she went to get their drink order. As she turned, she didn’t see Easy’s frown at the attention she was getting from the college boys. Nor did she see the way Poke glared at the young man who asked for a body shot when she came over to their table.

The two men watched her as she moved through the club doing her job. If Freedom had a clue what dirty thoughts were running through their mind, she would never have walked up to Easy just before her shift was over and asked if she could speak to them before she left for the night. The large biker had nodded briskly at her inquiry making her more nervous as she went to change her clothes.

She had to do this, she was left with no other choice. When she had seen a man in her section with a tattoo on his hand, which signified he was a member of the Diablos, she had panicked. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, she had remained silent, not telling Rock or Magnum who she thought he was. The greasy little man had only been there for one drink, scoped out the inside of the club, and then slithered out the door with a smirk, all without even focusing on her.

With her jeans and her tank top on, she walked back into the front hallway and looked out. Easy and Poke were waiting for her. Both of their eyes fixated on her and she tried to remain calm, but they were so sexy and overwhelming, she was sure her face was beat red at that moment.

“Uh, can we….” she said slowly, trying to figure out where the hell she was going to take them to talk.

“Come on, Free.” Poke smiled and pulled her behind him back to the room she now knew was one of the two rooms the MC club members used to have s*x in. She turned even a brighter shade of red when he opened the door to the room she had seen them in the first time.

Freedom walked hesitantly, it was later at night, and there was a possibility someone was already in the room. As she walked into the entrance, she breathed a sigh of relief when no one was in there. She heard the click of the door, and she turned. Easy locked the door and she frowned.

“I thought you couldn’t lock the doors?” Freedom said.

“Who told you that, this is an MC room, only members know the rules?” Poke said.

“Shady,” Freedom said slowly. “I was asking questions.”

“Why were you asking questions about the club?” Easy said with a hard tone.

Freedom shifted and looked around the room. The bed kept drawing her eyes and she was shifting between her feet. Poke finally took mercy on her, pulled her to one of the couches, and sat her down. Easy followed and she was placed in the middle of the two hulking men who were staring at her intently.

“Free?” Easy said with a growled.

“Well, I was wondering about how to go about…you know…well…joining,” Freedom finally blurted out.

“Why?” Poke asked.

Freedom looked up in surprise; she never thought they would ask her that, she should have known. She was silent as she thought about how much she should tell them, then finally deciding she should at least tell them about the Diablos, she looked up. Easy and Poke had leaned back but remained silent, taking in her internal battle with ease.

“You ready? Or have you decided to tell us some bullshit story to try to appease us?” Easy laughed.

Freedom looked surprised, because that is exactly what she had been planning a moment ago before her conscience got the better of her. She didn’t want to lie to them, because who knew what sort of trouble she would end up in then.

“No, I am going tell you the truth,” Freedom said slowly.

Easy nodded with a grim smile on his face. Poke and he had vowed to stay away from her, then every time they came to the club they purposely sat in her section. Now here she sat in a locked room with a bed. It was like they were asking the universe to f**k with them because as Free was preparing to tell them her story, he was thinking of all the things they could do to her on that bed. Christ, he thought he had some control. When he focused back in, he looked at his brother to see how he was fairing around the redhead.

Poke took her hand gently and pulled her attention away from Easy who looked to be in deep thought, back to him. She smiled, because he wasn’t as intense and didn’t make her want to run for the hills when he looked at her.

“Tell us,” Poke said with a low, sexy tone. Freedom shivered and nodded.

“A week or so ago, I went to my father’s restaurant to do the books. I have a degree in accounting. Anyway, I had just walked in the door and I heard my father talking to someone, so I stopped. I heard my name,” Freedom said quietly.

“What were they saying?” Poke asked.

“My father was talking about the money he owed; he said he wasn’t going to be able to hide it from me forever. One of the guys he was talking to started laughing and said it shouldn’t matter if I knew because I was a worthless cunt,” she said.

“Who was it?” Easy growled and she looked up quickly.

“I don’t know, I only know he was wearing a leather jacket,” Freedom said sadly. “Then they started talking about how my father owed them, which is fifty thousand dollars by the way, and they wanted it back. You see my mother was sick; she died of breast cancer about a year ago. I thought my father had good insurance, but apparently, he didn’t. Then the men said they would take me for payment. I freaked out. I waited to hear my father tell them no way, I mean, how could he give me to them? I am a person not a possession,” Freedom said tearfully. Even thinking about it now devastated her. Why would her father think she would go along with that? She would never have done that, and he shouldn’t make her.

Poke swore under his breath and looked at Easy with a grim expression. Freedom wasn’t sure what the look was for, it seemed like they were communicating without actually speaking. She had noticed the two men were close and seemed to know what one another was doing at any given time. A few of the other men did the same, but Poke and Easy were the most connecting.

“My father agreed though, I was shocked, I didn’t know what to do so I just ran. I mean what else could I do,” she said then paused, and then looked at them. She hadn’t really lied too much. He did owe them money and she had heard one of the guys call her that name. She just didn't tell them he owed the Diablos too and she was promised to them first.

She looked at the guys while they processed what she had said, and she remained silent and waited. Finally, Easy spoke, knowing he would be the one she had to convince.

“Do they know where you are?” Easy asked.

“No, I called my father a few days ago, he demanded I come home, but he didn’t know where I was. He found my car. The night I ran away, my car broke down, and I just left it with my phone inside,” Freedom said.

Easy nodded and looked at Poke who was still holding her hands, he was absently running his fingers over the top of her hand, and she knew he wasn’t really aware of the comfort he was giving, but she still appreciated it.

“Where are you from?” Easy asked.

“From Pinessee, Arizona. Lived there my whole life,” Freedom said and then looked at Poke. “Never thought I would leave,” she whispered.

“What do you want from us?” Easy said slowly.

“I don’t know, I mean my world was blown apart, my father is a bastard, and I have nowhere to go because I was a loser with no friends,” Freedom whispered.

“No friends?” Poke said.

Freedom shook her head miserably. She hated thinking about her childhood. Her father had money and so all the girls in high school only wanted to hang around her because they had to. One of them had gone so far as to say her father paid them to be her friends. She was shy and felt awkward most of her childhood. When she went to college, it hadn’t gotten much better. She was miserable, if she had to actually name a friend it would be Shady, because she was the first and only person who she had ever connected to. It was strange to think about it, and Freedom would never say it aloud but this place, even though she was a stripper, which was completely out of her comfort zone, was where she had felt more comfortable than her childhood home. She felt like she belonged here, and even the gruff bikers and men that came through here were better than the assholes she grew up with.

“Yeah, well let’s just say I was not the most popular girl in the town. I was more like invisible, only people talked to me if they wanted something. My father was the worst. I mean I could go days without talking to him and then suddenly I was his favorite person,” Freedom said miserably. She sounded f*****g pathetic and she knew it. If she was going to get them to help her, she was going to have to give them something more than just this sad story. She needed them to know she was more than ready to become a part of something like the club. She was sick and tired of being a f*****g doormat, her father obviously thought she was one, ordering her to just go along with what he wanted. No more, she was going to show them she was something worth their troubles; she would be able to handle the lifestyle.

“Free,” Poke said slowly. “We can help you without you joining the club,” the man said honestly. He was going to make her cry with how sweet the gruff handsome man talked to her.

“You don’t get it,” Freedom said. “This last week here has been the best of my life.”

“Stripping for men has been the best week of your life? Honey, I think your priorities are a little f****d up.” Easy snorted and she turned and glared at him.

“No, you bastard,” Freedom said hotly and Easy raised an eyebrow at her.

“Excuse me?” Easy said.

“Stop being an asshole for one minute, please,” she said frustrated and looked him in the eye and continued. “It isn’t the stripping, hell, I’m not even that good at it. It isn’t the job, it is the people. I feel like they accept me for who I am. I don’t have to worry about what they are going to want from me.”

The men were silent and then Easy said, “You should be worried about what the men here want from you, damn it. What Poke and I want from you.” Easy growled dangerously and Freedom shivered a little and looked at the two men before wetting her lips. She noticed both of the men’s gazes were drawn to her lips, and she froze.

“Babe,” Poke groaned and then shook his head. “Listen, we will talk to the guys and protect you. You don’t have to join the club just for that.”

Freedom rolled her eyes. “Poke, I may be inexperienced, but I am not stupid. I think I know what women that belong to the club are expected to do.”

“Really?” Easy said and leaned back. “So, if I told you to get on your knees and suck my c**k you would?”

Freedom felt her eyes widen, she hadn’t expected him to ask her for anything tonight. She still needed to talk to Shady about it. She was a damn virgin and really needed help. She wanted Poke and Easy more than she had ever wanted a man before.

Easy grabbed her so fast she was dizzy from the sudden movement. Freedom gasped a second before his lips slammed down on hers. She had been kissed before—a lot of times—but nothing like this. This wasn’t a kiss, this was a statement, she understood it as soon as he put his lips on hers. This is what she was to expect. These men took what they wanted without excuse.

Easy wasn’t smooth or soft. He was commanding and demanding—if truth be told, it excited her a little as well. She could feel his desire and felt her own rise. His tongue pushed through her lips, sweeping and discovering her taste. She moaned into his mouth and then felt Poke move to her back and pull her hair to the side and kiss her neck.

The men moved their hands over her, moving her until she was sandwiched between them. She felt the tug on her tank top, lowering it until Easy pulled back and dove to her n*****s, not giving her a chance to think; he was sucking them and teasing them with his tongue. Poke turned her head, kissing her. His lips were just as demanding but softer. He teased her mouth until she opened her lips freely.

They were driving her insane. The dual sensations were like nothing she had ever experienced. Just as swiftly as he had pulled her to him, Easy slid to the floor. Later she would be amazed at how graceful the large man moved.

He tugged at her jeans and she was about to protest, but Poke took over, teasing her n*****s with his hands while continuing to make her thoughts hazy by kissing her. She heard Easy talking to Poke and she shivered at the lust-soaked tone of his voice. Her jeans were stripped away as he spread her legs wide.

“Poke, have you ever seen a f*****g wetter cunt? She is dripping. She likes this, she wants it,” Easy growled.

Poke moaned as she wrapped her arms around him, straining to get closer, not wanting Easy to stop talking like he was, she was surprised how it turned her on.

She felt the tug on her panties and then gasped when Easy tore them from her body. Freedom pulled back and watched as Easy grinned and stuffed the torn lace in his front shirt pocket. Then he leered at her, bent closer to her p***y, and took a deep breath.

“Oh, man, she smells like f*****g sunshine, let’s see if she tastes as good,” Easy murmured and Poke grinned down at her and continued to play with her n*****s.

“I love these t**s, they are beggin’ me to fuckin’ suck them into my mouth to have a taste,” Poke said, and she groaned as he did just what he said.

Her head laid on the back of the couch as the two men feasted on her body. She was on fire, feeling things she never thought she would feel with a man. Her previous boyfriends had been lackluster at best. They didn’t set off the need that these two men did. She had no idea what the hell was wrong with her, she liked having the two men touch her, play her body like a violin.

Easy swiped his tongue up her slit, licking her until she was writhing beneath him, she had never felt anything like this. When he paused at the top of her p***y, she held her breath. She felt his fingers pull her apart and then she looked down at him as he grinned. Weird.

“Perfect little c**t, baby,” he whispered and then sucked it into his mouth. Freedom bowed off the couch, pushing her breast into Poke’s hand and mouth, while also pushing her p***y into Easy’s mouth. He was relentless, holding her c**t between his teeth and flicking his tongue over and over until she was ready to scream.

“f**k yeah, baby girl,” Poke murmured against her n****e. “She is f*****g shaking she wants to come so bad, Easy.”

Something in her snapped as she felt them owning her body, she wanted more, she wanted them to stop playing around and f**k her. She wanted to feel their c***s, she didn’t care anymore if she was a virgin or not. This was a turning point for her. She was becoming something she never thought she would be, a demanding wanton woman.

“Please,” Freedom cried loudly. She didn’t even care how loud she had become. Demanding they let her come as she grabbed both of their heads and held them where she wanted them to be.

When she came, Freedom screamed both of their names, praising them for giving her such an amazing release. And just like that both of the men released her. Freedom laid on the couch half naked with two men towering over her. She wanted to raise her arms and have them cuddle with her as her body shook and came down from the orgasm they provided her. But when she saw the look on their faces, she froze.

“Get dressed,” Easy ordered. Freedom flinched at his voice.

“Come on, baby girl,” Poke said smoothly and handed her the jeans they had just ripped of her body.

Freedom nodded. Not sure where to look, instead she put her head down and busied herself with her clothes as they watched her with hooded eyes. When she was done, she stood with her hands at her sides and finally looked up at Easy. The passionate man who had been with her moments ago was gone, and the cold, unfeeling biker she had come to recognize and even want was standing before her. Poke was tense, she could see him wrestling with something, but he remained silent and let Easy handle the conversation.

“I'll talk to Creed about you joining. For now, you will keep your mouth shut, your eyes open. From this moment, you are a probate b***h, which means you live off the club, but will come to the house when we ask. Before you are allowed over, you will have to prove to the guys your loyalty and that you are serious about this. If they want something, you do it. Don’t care what it is, you feel me?” Easy said and Freedom paused and then nodded slowly.

She didn’t want anyone to touch her but these two men, but if she wanted to be protected, and see where this led, she was going to do it. With a determined look on her face, she looked up at him and finally answered.

“Yes, I understand,” she said firmly.

“You get what I am saying, babe? Because once you start down this road, there is no going back. Once a b***h always a b***h, and none of the guys are gonna give a s**t if you hesitate,” Easy growled and narrowed his eyes.

Freedom swallowed and looked at him with the same determined looked and nodded. “I get it.”

“Fine. Get your ass out of here, we will let you know.” Easy nodded briskly and walked to the bar, calling over his shoulder, “Send Trick in here, would ya?”

Freedom frowned but then nodded and put her shoulders back and walked to the door. She couldn’t help but be jealous, however, she knew neither of them cared. And she refused to let them see the hurt they caused her. With a deep breath she pulled open the door and cast a last look to the men who were standing at the bar relaxing. She would do what they wanted.

“You gonna let Creed know she is open?” Poke asked when he heard the click of the lock.

“Fuck.” Easy groaned and ran a hand down his face. “We didn't want this, man. I figured when we went at her, she would turn tail and run. But no, not that little hot ass, she fell right in with us."

"You think she could be playing us? Maybe she will be like that with the others too." Poke wasn't sure if he was ready to put a claim in. 'Cause once they put it out there, there was no going back.

"She is ours and no one else’s. But we will hold off, see if that is what she wants. Because, brother, just the taste of her set my blood pumping to my d**k. I can't imagine what sinking into her p***y would feel like, other than being dangerous for either of us. We may never want to leave that spot.”

"Well f**k, so we don't threaten the others about touching her?" Poke asked.

"Yeah, they're never going to let us live it down. She just won't know we are giving her time to settle in and get used to how it works around here," Easy shook his head, they were f****d but he would not go down without a fight. Giving her time, when they had always gone for what they wanted. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

“Good, so we tell them she is a probate but for us only?” Poke said.

“Yep, those bastards can f**k off if they think they are going to touch her first,” Easy said firmly. They may not want to keep her, but they would be the first to slide between her thighs. The door open and Trick walked in with a smirk.

“You boys ready for a real woman?” Trick teased and started to undress.

“f**k no, had one already.” Poke laughed. “Get Creed and Shady and have them meet us in here. We are out of Jamieson, make sure you stock this better next time.”

Trick frowned and looked at the two men then growled and walked out the door, slamming it hard.