The Blac Bier Family

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I got invited to a BBQ on Saturday. Monae said it was going to be a little biker event at the lake, and there were going to be a lot of fine guys down there.

"Tia girl be ready at 4."

"Do I need to bring anything?"

"Just your pretty ass. We are going to have so much fun." She said with excitement.

The sun was shining, not too hot, with just the right amount of breeze. When we showed up at the spot, you could tell it was already lit.

Motorcycles and classic cars. Music, the smell of good BBQ, and beautiful people all around. It didn't take long to get admiring looks as we walked around to get our drinks.

"There's so many fine brothers, mmm." Monae crooned. All I could do was shake my head to agree and sip on the cool drink.

"There's so many bikers down here too." I said checking out the view."

"Oh my god, Tia, there's Franco Davi." Monae gestured to a biker guy who was fine as fuck. Tall brother with cocoa skin that all but glowed in his vest and lean muscular arms framing his body.

"You know him?" Trying to see if Monae had some ties to him.

"He's the youngest brother in his family. He's got three older brothers who look just like him.

"That's your man?" Thinking I would have heard all about him if they had anything together.

"I wish he was my man. There is this rumor tho about his family being a weird biker cult and the girlfriends have to be initiated, just to fuck with them."

"That's nonsense." I guffed, thinking about what the girls would have to do to get initiated, as my pussy twitched at the thought.

"Well, it's just a rumor." She said shrugging. A cute guy hugged Monae from behind. She turned and it was someone she hadn't seen in a long time. They started laughing and talking so I decided to walk over to look at the cars.

I walked over to this pretty old school, gunmetal blue, drop top. I stopped to admire the classic.

"Out of all the cars on display, you picked this one to look at first." I heard a voice behind me startled me a little. Shit, it was him, that Franco dude.

"Is this your car?"

"No, that's my dad's car. This 67 Electra is his pride and joy."

"It's beautiful. That royal blue plush interior too." I complimented, then looked over at him.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"My name's Tia." Mad at myself for acting so bashful in front of this beautiful man??? I thought to myself.

"This your first time around here, huh? I would've remembered seeing you." He flirted.

"I was invited by my friend." I tried to look around for Monae, of course, no where to be found. Just then, a girl with shorts and a busty bikini top walks up to him, glares at me, and flashes him a dreamy smile as she hands him a drink that he takes without giving her a second look.

"Hey T, you want a drink baby? What you drinking?" He asks me in front of her.

"Oh, no thanks." I say, feeling really uncomfortable as the girl walks off.

"I hope I'm not getting in the middle of anything, talking to you. I don't fight for guys."

He laughed. "No, no, you wouldn't understand. That's not my bitch and no one here will lay a finger on you." He says so casually. He read my discomfort but chose to focus on the sparks of attraction between us instead.

I found myself admiring the way his jeans fit on his athletic body. Just looks like he's holding a big dick, too, I imagined. "What's your name?" I asked even though I already knew it.

"My name is Franco."

"Well its nice to meet you." I said, holding back my smile.

"What are you doing tonight? I want to hang with you tonight. Wherever you're going, me and the crew, we're showing up." He said definitively.

I hadn't even started to make plans for tonight. This conversation moved things along quickly.

"We were thinking about going to The Xone." I said, knowing there was no plan, but there is one now.

"Yeah, I know that place. You better be there, don't disappoint me." He says, before we part.

We stayed down at the lake for about another hour. Not one single guy approached me or would even look at me. The women however, a lot of them gave me that same look as little miss bikini top. I was ready to go.

When I finally hooked back up with Monae, I couldn't wait to drop the news on what she missed and our plans for tonight.

"Girl, guess who wants to meet up with us at The Xone tonight?"

"Who?" Monae's eyes lit up with curiosity.

"Franco Davi and his crew."

The squeal that came out of that woman's mouth.

"Are you kidding me? Him and his crew? Every dude that he hangs with is fine as fuck. Maybe we can clear up that rumor about that initiation once and for all."

I laughed it off but secretly wondered how much of it was rumor and how much of it was true. What woman in her right mind would allow herself to be initiated to be with a dude?

The day moved quickly and it was already time to start getting ready. I didn't want to appear eager by dressing too sexy so I settled for jeans and a cute top.

We got to the bar and there were a couple of bikes parked in front. I'd bet Franco wasn't here yet. It was still early, with a nice crowd.

After two hours without seeing Franco, we were starting to get restless. Monae was ready to go 45 minutes ago.

"I told him I would be here. You can go, I'll just take Uber home."

"If something were to happen to you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"Girl, stop being so dramatic. I'll be fine."

"Text me when you get home." Monae said, leaving out.

Half an hour after she left, I was starting to feel stupid and decided to order my uber, thinking we never exchanged numbers. I've been played and he's not coming.

It's almost midnight. Just then you could hear roaring of engines outside the club. I'm really annoyed that he thinks he can just show up whenever he wants.

I decided to head outside to see if he's part of all the noise out front. As soon as I pulled the door open, Franco was pushing the other door to enter. "Where you going?" He asked, like he showed up right on time.

"I've been here for some hours. My ride already left. I'm ready to go home." I say to him, still pissed as he enters the club.

"I know I had my baby waiting. Will you at least let me make it up to you?"

This beautiful black man is so fucking irresistible. The sincerity and the confidence in his eyes. His biker swag, how he carries himself like an alpha boss. I want to say no to him just to make a point.

"Come ride with me," he says, flashing a brilliant smile. Taking my hand, leading me out of the club.

It's such a nice night, temperate and warm. I haven't been on a bike in years. My brother and I were raised by our grandparents in the country in Louisiana. We rode dirt bikes on a daily for over seven years.

"I would love to ride." I say to him.

He hasn't let go of my hand as we filter through the crowd of his crew, some with their chicks. His black and chromed out bike shined beautifully in the light of night.

"Have you ever rode on the back of a bike?" He asks.

"Yeah, I have, but it's been a while." I reply, thinking that I was a better rider than my brother and most of the boys in our town. I would blow this chopper out if I was at the helm, but I play coy instead.

I get on and instinctively hold his waist as he fires up the engine. It feels good as the motor purrs, sending vibrations through my whole body.

We ride out and he's cutting through the city. I hear the whir of other bikes riding close in the distance behind us. I cling to him. Exhilarated by the freedom of power and speed.

He pulls into a gated area overlooking the city lights. Two other bikes pull in with us.

He parks and we get off the bike. The other guys park up the hill close to the structure, disappearing inside.

It's quiet and we are alone.

"This is a nice look out. Is this where you take all your girls?" I say to him teasing.

"Yes it is." His eyes flickering with danger. I knew he was telling the truth, yet I couldn't resist his allure.

How did you like the ride. Did it scare you?" He asked.

"You're kidding right?" I started to laugh.

"I would rip that rocket to shreds." I say boldly.

"You ride?" He asks, astounded.

"Ya, I do." I say. He surprised me when he throws me the keys.

I start her up. His bike is a little bigger than I'm use to, but I was an expert when I use to ride everyday. I push off the kickstand and do a signature dirt spin and ride out the gate. I round the block, just getting a taste of it's power, popping a baby wheelie on my way back through the driveway.

By now his two friends from earlier are outside and the look on his face was nothing short of stunned fascination. "You're a bad bitch." He says with a chuckle with that famous smile.

I got off the bike enthralled that I still had it as I handed him back the keys. That was the exact moment I knew he had to have me.

We were alone again on this perfect summer night. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His kiss ignites something between us. "Tia, you're going be mine." Searching my eyes, I saw bold, determination in his.

"You might be too much for me." Thinking that I'm entering the danger zone.

"I know it's a lot, but somehow I think you can handle it. Come here sexy." His strong arms drawing me back in for yet another sweet kiss.

He's tasting me. His kiss sublime. He is the master of seduction and I can see why so many women want him. Feeling myself getting drawn into his web. His beautiful features and hard body make it hard for me to say no.

"Hey. I think I should go?" I say, trying to get a hold of my senses.

"You can't leave. You're mine now. You leave when I say." He says with a curious smile and dead serious eyes. Testing my resolve.

"What? I had a nice night, but I'm ready to go." I insisted, knowing he's playing a game he's really good at that probably works on the little dumb girls he's use to playing with. Ignoring everything he just said. 'Be for real,' I thought as I ordered my uber ride.

"My ride will be here in ten minutes," I said to his surprise.

"I can ride you home baby. Cancel your ride." Disappointment etched in his brows. His strong arms wrap around me. I want to let myself go and just have fun with him, but my better judgment says, 'go home, girl.'

"Spend the day with me tomorrow." He says.

"I have to work tomorrow."

"If you were with me you wouldn't have to work."

Just then my phone chimed as headlights shined at the gate. We exchange numbers before leaving, narrowly escaping his irresistible charms.

I return to a quiet apartment. My roommate is not home. I text Monae before settling in for the night. Laying in bed, thinking about that man. Just then, my phone chimes. I thought it was Monae, but it was Franco.

"I can't stop thinking about you. When can we hook up?"

I'm a pretty girl, but my dating life has been crap. If they don't stand you up, and ghost you, then they are liars, cheaters, players or lousy lovers. I like Franco, but I don't have the energy for games. I think I need to take it slow.

"I had a nice night with you. The ride was the best. Maybe we can go on a date on Saturday." I text back.

"We have an event next Saturday. You should come. Bring your girl if you want. I'll text you the address. Wear black and red."

"Sounds fun. I'll let you know if I can make it." T. I text back.

The week flew by and it was already Friday night. Monae said she was busy on Saturday and I hadn't heard one word from Franco all week.

I found myself secretly obsessed with seeing him on Saturday, wanting to see him but choosing not to pursue him. All that talk and not one call or text from him all week. I couldn't stop thinking about when I told him he was too much and him saying, 'its a lot.' What's a lot? I wondered.

Even in my frustration, I fantasized about being initiated and passed around like a common biker slut, owned as club property.

In my lonely bed, I longed for a man to love, thinking I've been single for a while now. My pussy slicked at the lustful thought of how meaty his dick looked in his jeans. Knowing that a man like him tends to keep his options open.

I couldn't sleep, wondering if he was a good lover. With all his attributes, I could see myself falling into a trap of my own undoing like I always do. Becoming deep in love with him, fetishizing blind obedience.

I imagined myself addicted to that dick, accepting his indiscretions just to get the crumbs of his time and attention. I hated the thought of it, yet still knowing it was possible with me.

The next day, I texted him to confirm that I could make it to the party. The text back was impersonal with the address where to go. I know I might be playing with fire, but I couldn't help but wonder why I'm so drawn to him and why my pussy flutters with excitement with the mystery of this initiation rumor.

That man is slut bait, I mused to myself as I put on my makeup, opting for a curve hugging red top, letting these big titties pop tonight. I slipped on black leggings and turned to look how my booty looked good from every angle.

My skin glowed like honey, as I put my leather jacket on, walking out the door to go to the party. I'm going to get his attention tonight.

This place is packed. Bikes and cars jam the parking lot as I have no idea where I'm going exactly or what to expect. Trying to find the entrance to the building. Hearing music from the inside and guys trying to holla, cat calling and ogling as I'm getting to the door.

"Who you with?" The doorman asks.

"Franco invited me." I replied nervously.

"You Tia?"

I shake my head yes.

"Welcome." Is all he says, allowing me entry.

The whole place is filled with people wearing their colors. It's a landscape of red and black everywhere you look, where perfumed and pretty meets man candy of all ages.

I feel out of place because I don't know anyone. Just like at the park, if looks could talk, the women seemed catty and the guys make their intentions crystal clear in their gaze. Feeling like fresh meat among a pack of wolves. I keep looking around and don't see Franco anywhere.

Waiting in line at the bar to order a drink, out of the corner of my eye, I think I spot Franco. He's hugging a woman. They're talking it up. She's so gorgeous in her red dress framing her beautifully stacked body.

I want to turn to leave, but he makes eye contact with me and waves me over. I saw tattoos inked on her neck and breasts as I walked up. I can tell they know each other well.

His eyes beckon me as he has not left the company of this woman.

"Auntie, this is my friend Tia." He says to the woman as I approach.

"This is the famous Tia. My name is Elyse. Everybody calls me Elly. Nice to meet you baby." She said with a wink and a smile.

"Nice to meet you too Elly." I said nervously, unsure if I should read into the wink as she walked off to socialize.

We are in a whirl of dancing, laughing, and introductions. "This is your girl?" An older gentleman inquired to Franco. The man carries himself with authority. His icy stare and cordial smile gave me a chill, however, also garnered my respect.

"This is my friend, daddy. She's gonna be mine though." Franco says to the man, drawing me in by the waist, kissing me on my forehead.

"Tia I want you to meet my father, also known as the Chief."

"Hello sir, it's nice to meet you." I say nervously.

The Chief lifts my chin then steps back to what looks like an appraisal of my body before he gives Franco a pound and a nod of approval to us. He walks off without a word, but a sparkle of intrigue in his eyes that I can't quite decipher. It's a strange interaction, but I allow it because that's his father after all.

We're walking around the party while he hasn't left my side this entire time. This party is lit and the DJ is serving up good music that has the crowd going. The door man comes over to us and whispers something in Franco's ear.

"She's cool." He replies out loud to the man. I'm thrown off when he turns to me and kisses me lightly. The simmering passion in his eyes makes me completely ignore why the doorman would even need to do a status check on me, followed by a kiss that I recall tangles me up inside where I only want more of him. I need more.

The party blazes on around us. In our own world, his lips possess me, loosing myself in the mystery of his eyes. The crowd starts cheering and whooping it up when I look up to see them clearing a path in the center of the room.

What happened next shocked me as much as it made my pussy gush with arousal. A naked woman crawling on hands and knees with a black and red bandana hanging from her mouth. Her whole body exposed to every eye in the room, stopping in front of this guy.

I'm trying to process what I'm seeing. The guy takes the bandana from her mouth, waving high in the air as everyone in the room erupts in joyful exuberance.

"Why is that girl doing this?" I question, confusion coloring my expression.

"She's a prospecting to be my club brother's bitch. She's letting her intentions be known that she wants Lollie to be her man and she wants to pledge her love to serve him for the whole family to witness."

"This is like a biker's engagement announcement?" I ask cynically.

"He agreed, now she will have to prove that her intentions are pure.

Almost all the taken women in this room have done this first pledge." He says like this is completely normal.

"That wasn't proving enough? There's more?" I asked, wondering what else she would be required to do.

"If she has this mark on her neck," showing me a tattoo on his right wrist, under her left ear, she's confirmed as family." He says, watching Franco's dad drape a large red and black flag covering her nakedness as she stands to kiss her man.

Watching the couple kiss, couples around the room find each other to kiss, including Franco to me. He looks pleased that the shock of the whole scene did not make me want to pack up and run away then and there. He seems attentive and curious about my silence.

This shit was bizarre, I thought. Monae, told me about his family possibly being a cult and the rumors about the sexual initiations. I'm disgusted and fascinated to the point that I only want to know more. In the back of my mind, I wonder if I would humiliate myself like that for Franco if the time ever came?

The night progressed in a lively fashion. Everyone was going on like what we all witnessed never happened. By the end of the night, a lot of his friends and family were already calling me Franco's girl. Something about it gave me a sense of belonging that I never had with other guys. It was intoxicating to feel that much love and respect from strangers.

All the concentrated attention he's giving me is not going unnoticed by some of the single women in his club who I'm sure would prospect for him without him asking. They're probably wondering where the fuck did she come from?

"Spend the night with me." He says, holding my hand in a quiet moment between us.

"Where do you live?"

"Remember our first night at the clubhouse?"

"That's your house?"

"My house is on the property just up the hill from there." He says, waiting for my answer.

"Ok baby." Is all I said, watching his eyes light up.

I might be weak, dumb or out of my mind. All I know is that I want to be his girl. I don't care that's its only been a week. The alcohol in my system is saying no brakes. I'll be his bitch tonight if he lets me.

"Let's go." He says, clasping my hand and leading me out of the party. All the hugs goodbye and check ins about bringing me to the party next month took about another half hour for us to finally leave. I drive my car a few blocks, following him to the now familiar lookout point.