Axel showed Sarah to her new apartment above the bar. Mr. Brunt decided that Sarah's shift was over and assured her he'd pay her for a full shift. Sarah, though a bit confused as to what she actually had agreed to, could hardly contain her excitement to discover her new place. The stipulation to her new place, well she could deal with that.
The door swung open, and Sarah gasped. It was small. There was one room. It was fully furnished but not with any extravagant. Sarah could tell everything in there was an old hand-me-down.
A yellow plaid couch sat before a television with a large spool serving as a coffee table. Behind that was a small breakfast bar with one Harley Davidson stool, and one random stool. A small kitchenette was behind that. To the right of the refrigerator was a door. It led to a small bathroom with a shower stall. A full sized bed completed the room, and a large dresser completed the room.
Sarah marveled at the space. She walked through and couldn't believe it was hers. She turned to Axel, "All this?" She asked. "All this is for me?"
Axel gazed around the room as well. His expression was significantly less enthusiastic as Sarah's. He actually frowned a bit in disapproval. "Yeah." He shrugged.
Sarah ran toward him and wrapped her arms around his middle. "Thank you!" she announced. "Thank you so much."
Axel's arms went out awkwardly. "Uh." He didn't hug her back. "You realize I'm not allowed to be um." He paused when she looked at him with big doe eyes. "You know I can't fuck you any more right?"
Sarah released him. She furrowed her brow and regarded him. She pondered what he said. "Because you don't have a patch?" she asked.
"Not yet." Axel stuffed his hands in his pockets. "But I will and soon. And when I do, believe me, I am coming right up here and taking that mouth of yours. Maybe your ass too. Hell, I think I want it all. I will run a tour of all you have to offer." He smiled wide, and his eyes gleamed in anticipation.
Sarah blushed. She shifted her weight. She lowered her gaze. Axel seemed to like her. He had been there each time she had to do something for the club. Now that he couldn't have her, she looked back up at him; now he seemed eager. He wanted her. When was the last time someone wanted her?
"I look forward to it." She said genuinely.
Axel nodded before he said his goodbyes and turned to leave her in her one-room studio. Little did Sarah know what it would really mean to be the property of the motorcycle club and live above Rusty's.
She inspected her apartment thoroughly. She went through the cabinets and found a few mixed and matched plates, glasses, and some dry goods. The refrigerator had expired milk, a bottle of beer, and some cheese. She made a note to go shopping tomorrow afternoon.
As she explored the bedroom and the sheets the door swung open. Startled, Sarah whipped around. She had nothing to defend herself. They said she would be safe. Who was barging into her new place?
"This is where that cock sucker is?" Slurred a drunken male voice.
Sarah crouched down to hide beside her bed. Maybe, if she just made herself small enough, the person would go away.
"That's what Chuck said." Another male voice clarified.
Mr. Brunt sent them up there? Sarah peered over the bed at the two men. The chubby one, with greasy hair, swayed on his feet. Needles. The other, she didn't recognize him.
"Well, I got somethin' for her." Needles announced as he grabbed his crotch.
Sarah winced. She found him repugnant. She smelt him from across the apartment. He smelled of stale cigars, beer, and possibly urine.
The other man clapped his back. "Have at her." The man laughed. "Axel said he left her up here so she can't have gone too far." The man closed the door behind him as he left.
Needles laughed at something and stumbled further into the apartment. "Hey!" He shouted. "Cock sucker! Where are you?" He went toward the bathroom. "Get out of the shitter! I got something for ya'." He chuckled.
Sarah recoiled. There was nothing about that man that she wanted. Her mind drifted to what Mr. Brunt had said about "patched" members. Sarah stood and tip-toed toward the bathroom, where Needles seemed to have gotten lost.
Once outside the door, Sarah could see the back of his leathers or his cut. There it was. It had been stitched on some time ago, but there it was: Red Devil Motorcycle Club, Burlington Chapter. Sarah gulped. Needles was a patched member.
The loud stream of Needle's urine broke through Sarah's thoughts. She steeled herself. She had agreed to this. She said she wanted to do this, so she had to do it. They gave her a job, a nice place to stay, and all she had to do was take care of a few men. She could handle that.
Needles turned around as if suddenly aware of her presence. His piss stream kept going so he doused the cabinet below her sink and the floor. Sarah frowned.
"There you are!" He sounded pleased. "Come give it a shake." He prompted as he released his cock as it dribbled on the floor and his boots.
Sarah hesitated. She had agreed to this; she reminded herself. She stepped into the bathroom as Needles turned back toward the toilet. Sarah reached down and gripped the flaccid member and proceeded to shake it slightly.
"You know, that ain't gonna be enough." Needles reached out and stroked the back of Sarah's hair.
She looked up at him unsure what he meant.
Needles continued to pet her. "You gonna' have to clean it nice Cock Sucker Sue." He sang her name as if it were a delightful tune.
