Be My Guest Ch 17 Moolah Rouge

"My money right?"

Heidi Baker sat around a firepit along the back property of the Kytes residence after an extraordinary day of more than she bargained for. Everyone was gone home except the immediate family consisting of Weaver Kytes her boyfriend if not by a mere agreement, and his Mom and Dad, Jacki and Solomon Kytes. Now that the sun had gone down more clothing was worn, civilized at last.

"You earned it Sweetie." Jacki took point sitting on Solomon's lap and hugging her man. Even in street clothes Momma Goddess looked sexy as fuck. 38 going on 21. Tight jeans and a turtleneck sweater even looked hot. Solomon also looked less barbaric in a polo shirt, or as Heidi teased him a Solo shirt utilizing his shortened nickname wherever she could. They were all getting along fabulously.

"Do all of your girlfriends get big paydays?" Heidi winced at Weaver, she wore one of his long sleeve flannel shirts, nothing beneath it mind you, she merely pulled it over her silky legs and hogged the fireside.

"He's never brought a girl home before." Solo grunts razzing his boy with a squint.

"Daaaad!" Weaver chuckled blushing as he toasted a marshmallow over the fire.

"Ah! Soooo, I'm the token slut for a bunch of bikers."

"Aren't we all?" Jacki giggled, "Sweetie...I warned you earlier to only do what you felt comfortable doing. Obviously you felt right at home. If you want to further a career in dancing I can arrange a test run at Moolah Rouge, where Geneva and I dance."

"I'll think on it. Here's the thing...jabbing a finger at you Soslow...I'm not certain I wanna pursue more of the Tribal Welder boys. No offense, it's no secret I love a good cum show, at least not anymore, but this whole family affair is kind of out there...and trust me I'm way out there." She laughs taking the offered marshmallow and blowing out the fire from its toasted texture. She and Weaver shared the same marshmallow from two sides then kissed as their lips met.

"Aren't they adorable?" Jacki smiled warmly.

"Something like that." Solo sighed swigging his beer.

"Anyways...I like you guys...I really do...especially Rooster Boy. I just don't want to be...the life of every party."

"First time for me too." Weaver acknowledged, "I owe it to you."

Heidi squinted laughing, "Me?"

"Yeah, You!!!" He fell back to sit in the grass.

"Did I ask you to DP me with Big Daddy Slowmo?"

"You're pretty lippy Kid." Solo shook his head.

"Just playful...live with it." She razzed him with her tongue.

"Be careful Sweetie...he might request that tongue."

"Been there sucked that. Had bigger...just kidding...fucking huge Daddio." Solo acted smug at the recognition of his size. "Question...Miss Feather? This Moolah Rouge place...biker bar?"

"A pleasant assortment of locals and bikers. You don't have to work there Sweetheart, it's just an open invitation when you're low on cash."

"Uhhhh!" She lifts a baggy up with a wad of rolled up bills, "Five grand and a few tens. I think I have rent covered a few months. This will help Z...my Dad get caught up, before I found my Dad he nearly got evicted. My savings saved our asses."

"Our son did tell us you just found your Father after never meeting him before." Jacki grew curious wagging her foot about, she was wearing tennis shoes tonight. Strangely Heidi was still wearing her gift of stilettos, determined to break them in or break her leg.

"Long story." Not even a bit of truth, Zach was no relation but the act was ongoing, it was like a security blanket these days. "My mom had a few hookups in her teens...my grandparents moved before she found out she was pregnant with me. Never knew his name until a month ago. People Search online tracked him down." Bullshit!!! Cough!!! Cough!!! Truth only in her mom's hookups. She still didn't know her mom's true sperm donor. Someday maybe.

"That's wonderful. Is he cute?" Jacki winks playfully.

"Looks like the actor Tom Hardy on steroids. He works out a lot. Always doing pushups and sit-ups at home, lives in the gym couple days a week."

"Harley rider you say?" Solo took interest.

"Yeah, but like I said no affiliations. Just owns a bike over a car. Well, he had a beater car before I found him but money required he sell it to keep from living in it." She pauses to look at her cell, "Here I'll show you a photo of us together that Kayla took." As she searches she scrolls past the nude video she had sent Khloe Vaughn of Zach, the few nudes he also sent. Then quickly zipped past her own goofy nudes she had made for Zach when he told his bosses he had a daughter. Finally, the only pic together of them standing side by side in their living room fully clothed was produced. Sharing it she lifts up on her knees to pass her phone to Jacki.

"Mmmmm! Mommy like." Jacki giggled hugging Solo, then showing him as well. He merely puckered.

"Big fella." Solo nodded.

"Yep! I take after my mom."

"Is she cute?" Solo mocked Jacki for her lusting over Zach.

"Crazy but she's still got it. She and my stepdad just got divorced a few months back after ten years together. He's a tattoo artist, has a couple parlors here in Seattle."

"What's his name?"

"Peck Trudeau. Big guy, bald with tattoos on his head, shoulders, and arms."

"I know Peck." Solo smirks, "I wondered when I saw that sunflower tat over your clit. So Kismet's new rug is your stepsister? Peck's kid?"

"Yep! Not to spill her thoughts but she's new to the bisexual thing. Few guys never a girl before our friend Nasty. I'm talking too much. Shutting my yap now."

"What's ole' Peck think of your Dad?"

Heidi froze and looked down, "They haven't met yet. Honestly, I haven't even talked to Peck since meeting my Dad." She was getting buried by her lies. If Solo talked to Peck about Zach he would get really inquisitive. Not only that but Peck would end up telling her Mom Aniston about it and she would pop a gasket. Her deception was going to get blown up here soon.

"Your Dad is single then?" Jacki prodded further, almost hopeful.

"Well, he has a lot of girlfriends."

"Understatement." Weaver chuckles, "One of them is a girl I graduated with named Cleo."

Jacki bulged her eyes at the revelation, "My your Father likes them young."

"Yeah, he does."

"Khloe's like 22 right?" Weaver added another bit of info to the mix.

"Somewhere in there I forget."

"Now probably Khloe's sister Kyndal, and the Barista with the blue hair."

"He's a playa what can I say?"

"His friends fiancée. The redheaded neighbor."

"You need to shush Rooster." Heidi found herself overwhelmed by the thoughts. Zach had a gift for certain. Sadly, it was Heidi that hooked them all up with him, with the exception of Iris McNamara.

"That's some menu." Solo smirked then winked at Weaver, "Maybe you should invite him to dinner sometime Boy. He can bring a guest or five."

"If you want I can." Weaver looked at Heidi as if seeking assurance it was alright.

"Ummm! I really don't want my Dad to know I did the things I did today. Us being so new to one another. I don't want him to think I'm a hooker or anything." She holds up the baggy of money.

"Secret's safe with us Sweetie. Has he been to Moolah Rouge?"

"I don't know, we don't discuss strip clubs." She lifts forward again to reclaim her cell from Jacki after a second look, in her angle her flannel shirt fell wide to offer a nice peek at her dangling breasts in the fires glow. She lingered there after noticing Solo looking. She was shameless for a few moments longer then sat back down. For a girl not wanting to go toward more of the events she experienced earlier she sure loved being wanted. Solo's eyes were hungry.

"Will your Dad question you over that money?" Jacki asked.

"Not telling him. It's going in the bank until rent is due. He was out of a job for a long stretch and I think pride is important. He's trying hard to be a supportive Dad. Now that he's working again I'll let him think it's all on him, I'll contribute with food and utilities."

"It sounds like the two of you have it all worked out." Jacki lifts away from Solo's lap and moves out into the grass unzipping her butt zipper jeans to take a squat, pissing in front of everyone. Once done she stands up and stretches, "I need a nap before the graveyard shift."

"I should be getting home too. Dad might start calling here soon."

"Come back soon Sweetie. You're always welcome here."

"Thanks Jacki. I need more dance lessons...without the sex involved."

"Stop by the club. It's out by the shipyard."

"Maybe. Night Momma Goddess." Heidi hops to her feet to give her a hug. With her back to Solo she staggers in her stilettos which weren't meant for grass and lurched forward to be caught by Jacki, her bare ass mooning the male Kytes. Weaver grinned at his Dad, Solo winked back, the son seeking his Dad's approval at all times. Once standing tall Jacki hugged Heidi and bid farewell.

"I'll go grab my van keys." Weaver climbed to his feet and gave Heidi a kiss, before following his Mom into the house. Leaving Heidi and Solo alone seemed like a good idea until it actually happened.

"DANCE!"

"What?" She peaked an eye brow.

Sitting up to claim his wallet he peeled two hundred more out and held it up between fingers. "In front of the fire."

"Shit!" She sighed, "I don't..." Two more hundred dollar bills rose high for her to see. "Dammit! Is this some test Solong?"

"DANCE!"

Stumbling awkwardly to move in front of him and dance to the tune of a preprogrammed jukebox in his garage, she unbuttoned her flannel and used it seductively. Finally, the shirt fell to the grass and her hands went into her hair. She knew she was gorgeous in the glow, his hungry eyes enjoying her body. The song was Wicked Garden by the Stone Temple Pilots, a song Heidi loved. Her dance moves were erotic, proving she had stripper in her DNA. Turning her back to Solo she twerked to the best of her ability just for kicks even if it didn't fit the song.

"WILD!" He snapped, sending her into a frenzy until her heels nearly toppled her into the firepit. Groaning at them becoming a nuisance she yanked them from her feet and resumed her madness. She threw her body forward at Solo and knelt at his knees, fanning them wide as her hair lashed at his crotch. Literally biting his erection she gave him wild. The sensation made Solo grit his teeth. Hopping up she turned around and sat backwards in his lap, grinding on his tentpole. Laying back against his chest she caressed his face taking a huge risk of slapping him on the face at an awkward pose. He didn't even flinch.

Hands wrapping around her body he palmed and squeezed her tits, leaving marks in her flesh, his retaliation for the slap. Still she rolled about over his beast, her hormones were hitting overdrive yet again. Holding her against his chest his right hand lowered until fingers sank deep inside her cunt. He took her for a ride of his own. A violent finger fucking made her squeal and hold on for dear life. Heidi Baker squirted all over his knuckles. Releasing her pussy he brought his hand up to her face and smothered her cheeks with her dampness, then feeding her mouth with her taste. She sucked on his fingers feverishly then bit his hand until he pulled them from her lips. Fighting to escape him he let her go only to watch her turn and face him, hands back in her hair with a dark visual in her eyes. Charging him she straddled his lap and ground her wet pussy all over his jeans. He found himself impressed by her determination. Then came the kiss. She stormed his lips and fed on him as if he were the greatest lover alive.

Wicked Garden ending the tune switched to Def Leppard's Animal...how fitting it was. Her bestial show drew blood as she bit his lower lip and took his hands to her ass cheeks. Squeezing them, prying her crack wide, her bloody kiss continued. Solomon Kytes enjoyed his son's slut immensely. Fingering her butt pucker drove her crazy, now hopping up and down on Solo's covered beast. Each impact made him wince. In a sudden turn Solomon fired off inside his jeans in a guttural snarl.

"Now we're even." She growled along with him. A slap to Heidi's ass let her go. Nope! She sat up in his lap and looked him in the eye. "Don't think you're using me Nolo. I'm my own girl. Not that this wasn't a blast, it is. Just don't get the wrong idea. I like Weaver, I like you guys. My life."

"When I call, you come." He challenges her.

"Keep your money. I'm not your hooker."

"Money's earned. So is the respect."

Weaver watched from the side of the house, hands in his pockets, worried what was going on. Finally, Heidi crawls from Solo's lap retrieving Weaver's flannel shirt, putting it back on. Snatching up her baggy of large bills, then kneeling around Solo to pluck up her extra two hundred she tried not to laugh at her reality. He ignored her finishing off his beer almost arrogantly. Heels put back on she stumbles around Solo and approaches him from behind, arms entwining his neck with a hug. "Next time you dance for me." A kiss on the cheek she left him to shake his head. She was a force to be reckoned with.

Meeting Weaver she noted him holding her hoodie, chains, and boy shorts on his shoulder. "You okay?"

"I'm awesome."

"Dad...hurt you?"

"Nope!" She took her outfit from his shoulder, "We reached an understanding. Race you to the van." A wink later she tried to run, her heels made that impossible. Laughing at her Weaver gave chase and picked her up tossing her over his shoulder, listening to her squeal. Reaching the van still parked on the street he stood her up to unlock the doors. Heidi pounced again shoving him back toward the sliding door on the side ferociously devouring his mouth. Her clothing hit the street and laid there as they made out hot and heavy.

Breaking away from her without her letting go, he reached over and opened the door he was pressed up against. Sliding it became a battle that he won until it was open enough to push poor Weaver backwards into the interior. Carpeted, the comfort at least made the back of the van more appealing. Luckily it was empty of band equipment.

Legs dangling out over the threshold Heidi headed straight for his zipper, laughter all the way. Once achieving her goal of getting his pants down to his knees, she yanked his boxers down and crawled over him, mounting his cock in a very bad angle. An eventual, "Scoot up more." led them into the interior for room to work. The door remained open for the cool air to grace their bodies. Her flannel shirt unbuttoned and draping over her creamy shoulders she jumped his bones more easily, his cock impaling her wet pussy with a sensual ease. Sitting up on him she rode like a champ.

"What's got into you?" Weaver moaned at her energy level.

"Who hasn't? Blame your Dad for this." She leaned forward dangling her breasts over his face as she grinded on his dick obsessively. She just could not find it in her to stop, cumming time after time, the van rocking its shocks to peak performance. Being an older van there were screeching springs.

"What's my Dad got to do with you raping me?"

"Because I wanted to fuck him again ten minutes ago you idiot. I resisted because of you."

"You did?"

"Fuck yes I did. He knows all the right buttons to push with me. I can't promise I won't fuck him again Rooster, please don't hate me."

"I could never hate you. You...like my Dad?"

"NOOOOO! Just his dick. Shut up!" She stormed his mouth again into a French feeding frenzy. In her overheated state she took her flannel shirt off which housed her bag of money in a buttoned front pocket for safety. Off to her left it went. Fully nude she rode his cock raw. In their fevered sex neither heard the rumble of a Harley as Solo Kytes decided to go for a ride. Headlight moving toward the van down his driveway he stopped to bare witness to their passion.

"Fuck me." He grumbled under his breath watching Heidi's ass bouncing insanely on his boy's cock, even from a distance he could enjoy her cunt, diving balls deep over him and rising mid shaft for another depth charge. Again and again, it was mesmerizing. Once Heidi realized her well lit voyeur, she flipped him off over her back. Her attitude made Solomon chuckle. In a rev of his bike Solomon left them to their fun.

Feeling Weaver tensing up she pulled off of him in a blur and moved to suck his dick until the dam burst. He filled her mouth with a youthful stream of white Heaven. She swallowed every drop. Weaver knowing she was never satisfied took charge and pulled her over him, rolling them over so that he was on top to enact missionary. Her legs went into the air to his sides like jet fighter wings as he drilled his crown back into her. For another twenty minutes they destroyed one another. Within their final fits of madness they heard a knock on the side of the van. Outside looking in stood Jacki Kytes watching her son up close ramming his cock magnificently into Heidi's ripped wide pussy.

"You two can use the house I'm off to work. Fire up the jacuzzi."

"Cozy right here Momma Goddess. Thanks though." Heidi replied, halfway moaning and running low on oxygen.

"You kids are so cute."

"MOOOOOMMMM!" Weaver raised his left foot and kicked the sliding door.

"Awwwwww! She's wearing my stiletto heels."

"Stab her already." Weaver laughed.

"I'm going. Have fun."

Her Camaro on the street opposite the van Jacki started the engine and tooted her horn. Alone at last. In the confusion Weaver accidently came inside Heidi making her yelp. "Oh crap! I didn't mean to do that."

"Let's not do that again Rooster Boy. I don't wanna make your Dad a Grandfather."

"Or, your Dad." He chuckled. Hearing the counterpoint jest Heidi froze up. The Zach as Dad thing was getting out of hand. Patting Weaver's ass to pull out and get off of her they sat there in the darkness. He could tell she was troubled. "I'm sorry."

"Not the cream pie Weavy. Just...thinking. I need you to keep the money thing from my Dad. Stop telling your parents Dad's every move too. It's not just you, I spoke way too much too. I...I'm just getting close to him."

"Close? He shot his load on you last night. For only knowing each other a month you're awfully chummy."

"So I'm a nympho slut cunt, I take after him in that aspect." She rolls her eyes. "I'm just...worried. Not just about him, but my mom too. She has no idea how I get, I've always played the good little girl around her. I'm such an idiot Weaver...my Mom doesn't even know I found Zach." Digging her grave deeper with lies, this relationship was likely hopeless.

"What? So...I'm confused."

"That makes two of us. Take me home?"

"Are you...dumping me? Feels like it."

"NOOOOOOOO!" She leaps to her knees and holds him tight. "I like you that's no lie. Tonight...heck this whole month has just been crazy. The one thing that isn't...is you. Just...be patient with me Weavy."

"You got it."

"Are you upset I fucked your Dad?"

"How can I be? I joined him remember? That was so weird, fucking hot though. I've been around the guys enough to see it all, but I've never took part until today. I think I got jealous." He laughed.

"See? That's what I love about you, you let me be myself. It's probably wrong to do things with others like I do, it's not fair to you."

"Hey! I fucked Khloe in front of you last night, so we're even. I'm not stressed as long as you don't dump me. Keep being yourself...even if that means you doing my Dad again."

"We're so ate up." She sighed.

"Confession time?" He grits his teeth.

"Spill it."

"I...kind of like seeing you fuck others, get jizzed on, pretty much all of it."

"Good to know, I'm pretty certain those will happen again."

"Are you really thinking about being a stripper?"

"Money's good. I just don't want...to get too bad. I'm getting there more each day. Maybe I need a sex therapist."