III Biker Beachclub
Sandra had decided that she would have to get away to try and forget the humiliating events that had happened in her office with her secretary. She decided that she needed to get away from everything and everyone. She went home and changed into a fashionable Pierre Cardin one-piece bathing suit and headed for the beach.
She didn't care which beach just as long as it was empty and away from anyone else. She drove for an hour or so and finally turned off the freeway. She drove along some small backroads and finally followed a dirt road that led to the beach. As the car emerged from the dunes she saw, to her relief, that the beach was empty. She parked her Mercedes and got out. She took a bamboo mat from the truck and walked 10-15 feet away from the car. She spread out her mat on the white sand. She put a blanket over the mat and lay down.
Sandra lay on her blanket enjoying the warmth of the California sun. It felt good as it warmed her tits and her stomach. She lay there and tried to think of nothing. Tried to forget the office and her ordeal. She tried to just think of the pleasure of the sun. She must have dozed off for suddenly something was blocking the sun. She opened her eyes and saw a huge dark shape blotting out the sun.
"Well, look what we got here," said the shadow. "Looks like somebody from Beverly Hills. Must be out slumming."
Sandra raised up and put her hand to her face to shade her eyes. The shadow turned out to be a large man. He wore filthy jeans and a jean jacket with the sleeves cut off. He had on a pair of black boots with chains wrapped around them. He had on a black t-shirt with a skull on it and more chains wrapped around his waist.
Sandra immediately jumped up and attempted to run, but she had barely stood up when she ran into another man. He was dressed much like the first man.
"What's the matter," he said. "Don't you like our company?"
He grabbed Sandra by the arms and held her.
"Randy, let's take her car and show the boys what we found washed up on the beach," said the man holding Sandra.
"Okay by me, Josh," said Randy. "Things been real boring around here. Need some action."
"Please, leave me alone!" said Sandra. "Please let me go!"
The men just laughed as they dragged her toward her car. They found her keys in her purse and opened the trunk. They lifted Sandra, threw her in and slammed shut the lid. They then got in the car, started it and drove. Within 30 minutes the car came to a stop and Sandra heard the men get out. They opened the trunk. Sandra had managed to locate a tire tool in the dark. As the lid opened she tried to raise up and hit the men with the tool. Randy pulled back from the swinging tool and Josh grabbed Sandra's arms. He held them at her side while Randy took the tool away.
"Now that's ain't very nice," said Randy. "We gonna have to teach you some manners."
He then punched Sandra in the stomach. The blow knocked the wind out of her and she gasped for breath. The men grabbed Sandra and dragged her out of the trunk. They hauled her toward a low ramshackle building with a small porch. As Sandra was trying to breathe she noticed a sign that said, "Sugar Shack" over the front door and a row of large motorcycles parked on the porch.
The men opened the door and forced Sandra inside. It was dark and cool. Finally Sandra managed to catch her breath. She looked around the room. It was a dingy beach front dive. A bar ran across the back of the room. A pool table was to her left and a few tables were on her right. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she saw that the place was filled with a number of people. Four men had stopped playing pool to watch her. Against the wall behind them stood four women. All were dressed in the same style as her captors. Sleeveless jean jackets and jeans. Two women were sitting at the tables drinking beer.
Randy and Josh dragged Sandra toward the pool table.
"Look what we found, Lefty", said Josh to one of the men.
Lefty laid down his pool cue and took a step toward Sandra. He was in his thirties and muscular. His arms were covered in tattoos. One said, "Born Loser", another "Satan's Squad". Lefty was now within a few inches of Sandra's face.
"So you want to join our family?" asked Lefty.
"Noooo...noooo! Please let me go!" said Sandra.
"Oh, so you don't want to join us, eh? Not good enough for you?" sneered Lefty.
"No, it's not that...please don't hurt me!" said Sandra.
Lefty laughed and took a swig of beer from the bottle he was holding. He then reached out and grabbed one of Sandra's large tits. She tried to pull away but the two men held her firmly.