The Lord's Stripper

Chapter 4

XAVIER

I don't f**k strange women.

I don't do one-night stands.

I don't shove my c**k bare into any woman's pussy...ever

Then, how the f**k did I go against all these rules in one night?

Nah, I wasn't going to blame the alcohol or that boring bondage show...even if it had gotten me half hard.

I'd come to Bang House with my second in command, Grimm and the club's enforcer, Southpaw on a covert mission. Word was that the place was used as a front for drug and human trafficking by Eclipse Hawks, our biggest rivals. But, after we took out their strongest ally, Hard Crack...not a biker club though but a criminal organization... they've gone quieter.

As the president of Mothers of Agony, it was my job to find out if the rumors were true...continue from where my late father stopped in cleaning the streets.

We'd been checking rooms when I stepped away to use the toilet. I was just finishing up when I heard the sound of the main door opening. What came to my head first was that it might be an Eclipse Hawks' bastard who thinks he was really smart to come ambush me while I was in here, but when I started hearing frantic movements, sounds of heels clicking on the floor, I returned my gun into my back pocket stepping out.

It was a woman.

What hit me first was her lavender scent, followed by smoky oud. Her bold red hair was long and wavy. Despite the surprised look on her face, one could easily tell that she had been crying. Anyways,that wasn't any of my damn business. I only wanted to know how the f**k she got in here... Didn't she read the sign on the door before pushing the door open.

"You're in the wrong bathroom. Use the..." I wasn't even done talking when this woman jumped on me and started kissing me.

I would have nearly given in, because right now her scent was almost clouding my sense of reasoning. I realized myself fast and pushed her off me.

I had decided to toss her out because I was mad pissed she almost made me slip out of control, but the second she pulled her dress down and showed me her perfectly sized tits...that was it. I gave in.

Minutes later, she was gone...and I was still standing there trying to understand what the f**k had just happened, the sweet taste of her p***y still on my lips.

Not gonna lie, I actually did enjoy her eating and f*****g her p***y. I didn't want to think of why she was different 'cause this was definitely the last time something like this would ever happen to me. She was just a one time pussy...

Despite telling myself all these, I still had her panties safe in my pocket.

I was already leaving the restroom, heading outside when my phone rang.

"The club is clear, Boss. We got wrong info." Southpaw's voice came up when I accepted his call.

"Is Grimm with you?"

"Yes, Boss. We're outside."

In few strides, I was out of Bang House building, walking towards where my men and I had parked our bikes.

"You got a runny stomach, mate?" Grimm asked when I got closer. We were still on our masks.

"No, just a little distraction." I got on my bike.

"Hmm, a little distraction..." Grimm spoke like he completely understood what I meant by that. I wouldn't be surprised if he did. Man knew me to the tips of my fingers. We've been best friends since childhood.

"Man, let's go. I'm hungry." I said, starting my bike.

"Thought you said bondage shows are boring and you barely have a boner." He continued teasing me, sitting properly on his own bike.

"There's always an exception, Grimm. Cut the president some slack." Southpaw chipped in.

"Wolfe doesn't do exceptions, Southpaw," Grimm replied. "It's either black or white. Whoever made him bend must be something."

"f**k you, man." I chuckled and rode out

The next morning, I woke up to a really hard erection, flashbacks of last night with my red haired woman still on my mind.

"Nah, come on." I groaned, getting off my bed. I shouldn't still be thinking of her.

My hard c**k wasn't even helping matters. I opened my shorts and saw that I had precum stained on the fabric. Damn, did I dream of her as well?

I had wanted to take a cold shower but I doubt my hard c**k would go soft that easily. What I needed to do was pump my c**k till I spill my seed.

Right in the bathroom, under the shower head, my c**k hard as f**k, I was holding Red's panties fisted tightly hating the fact that thoughts about her are what I needed to relieve myself.

I inhaled her panties first as I poured soap on my c**k.

"Damn..." A low guttural sound escaped my throat. They still smelled so good.

I inhaled some more before wrapping the lace around my c**k and stroked hard under water. What I did to her last night was merely a warm up compared to the wicked thoughts running through my mind right now.

"f**k!" I let out a loud groan as my eyes shut tightly, hot splatters of c*m shooting out my c**k.

Breathing in and out heavily as I slowly came back to reality, I twisted the knob of the shower head to get water to flush away my load stains on the floor.

I told myself that I should be discarding her panties but I didn't, instead, I rinsed them and hung them over the edge of the sink. I would get rid of them when they got dry. Though, a tiny part of me already knew I wouldn't.

I was getting dressed when my phone buzzed.

"Prez, we've found Marcus' family. They're currently in El Cajon." This message came from the club's detective, Wizard.

Marcus - the backstabbing fucker and the then vice president who got my father killed. I made a promise to my late father that I'd surely avenge his death. Too bad he died before I could put a bullet in his stupid skull.

Now, that leaves me to his wife and his daughter who he quickly moved out of El Cajon after my father's death. It's f*****g good to hear that they're now back in town. What's a better way to celebrate his five year memorial anniversary than completely erasing that traitor's family.

I had wanted to call Wizard when he sent me another message.

Wizard: His wife is currently at Grossmont Valley Hospital, stage 4 breast cancer patient. Their daughter is a stripper at Velvet Halo and she's got a gig tomorrow night.

'Stage four? I f*****g love karma. Marcus' wife was already close to death...doubt she'd last till the end of the year.' I thought. I've got to focus on his daughter.

Me: Name?

Wizard: Raven Monroe. Her stage name is Raven as well.

Me: Alright.

Wizard: I also booked a slot for you at Velvet Halo same tomorrow night.'

Me: You've done really well, Wiz.

Wizard: Thank you, Prez.

I took it that this was the end of our conversation since I didn't get another message from him. About two minutes later when I was about going off the app, he sent a picture with a tag, 'Raven Monroe.'

I opened the picture and I instantly froze.

Red flowing hair.

Blue eyes.

Slightly pointed nose.

Plump lips.

It was her.

No, this better be the wrong picture 'cause how was it possible that the woman I had f****d raw last night without even knowing her name, whose panties I jerked on and were still lying wet in my bathroom, whose face I was finding so hard to forget...was Marcus' daughter.

I stared hard at my phone screen for a long time, jaw clenched tight.

Of all women in this town, it had to be her.

As I set my phone down, I remembered the day my father was buried, the promise I made to him that day.

I don't go back on my promises and I'm sure as hell not going to start now.

No matter how good she felt, no matter how much I still wanted her, Raven Monroe was going to pay for her father’s sins...in full.