by Kim
This follows Takin; Care of Business in the M7-SoA crossover A/U. Thanks again to Nancy and Marnie.
Day fourteen evening:
"Tell Vin to come in here," Chris said into the phone. His dick twitched, already anticipating the blow job. He hung up the phone.
Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door and Chris rubbed his dick through his jeans. "Come in," he called, and started to unzip. Damn, Vin gave good - What the fuck? "Buck! I told you to send Vin in," he said and hastily pulled up his zipper. His dick throbbed with disappointment.
"I know you did," Buck said, closing the door. "We need to talk."
"About what?" Chris demanded, angry now.
"About the club president breaking the club rules," Buck said calmly. "What are you doing?"
"I thought I was getting a blow job," Chris retorted. "What the fuck do you think I'm doing?"
"I think you're forgetting the rules," Buck said. "If it ain't exclusive, everybody hits it." He slid into the chair facing Chris's desk. "The members are getting pissed."
"Pissed? About Vin?" Chris asked. "What the fuck are they getting pissed about?"
"You slapped a red light on him," Buck said. "You aren't fucking anyone else."
"I like fucking him," Chris replied. "He gives good head. He's got a tight ass."
"Then why the red light?" Buck asked. "You know the rules; any piece of ass that comes into the clubhouse is fair game. This particular piece of ass owes the club $30,000."
"The debt'll get paid." Chris leaned back in his chair and folded his arms.
"How?" Buck demanded. "Don't play dumb, Chris. It doesn't suit you. If you're the only one getting fucked, his debt isn't getting paid down. He owed the club $29,000 when he got here, it's back up over the original $30,000, now. He's been sucking your dick and fucking you. The club's carrying the debt, paying for his food, his beer, giving him a room. The Club doesn't provide for anyone's personal fuck-toy. That's the rule. The rules are the rules for everybody, from the president of the club, down to the prospects. It's the only way it works, you know that."
"Fuck!" Chris swore and got up. He stalked across the room to the bar and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels. He took a long swig and slammed the bottle down on the bar. "Fuck the rules!" he snarled and took another drink.
"Can't do that," Buck said quietly. "You know that. You either have to pay his debt and get him out of the clubhouse, or let the members at him."
"I know," Chris said. He took another drink. "Take the red light off," he said. "Make it public."
"You sure?" Buck asked. "You can't take it back. The red light's been on for two weeks. The members are likely to hit it hard. Lotta frequent flyer miles."
"I'm sure," Chris said and took another drink. "I only kept it on because Eli Joe pissed me off. Then you pissed me off." He held a hand up to stop Buck, when it appeared that Buck was going to say something. "I know," Chris said. "I fucked up," he admitted. "It's gonna be like throwing red meat to a lion. But, it's better than letting this shit blow up. If they get pissed enough, they're gonna take it out on somebody and it ain't gonna be me. This way, you and Josiah can keep them in line."
"It's gonna be a long line," Buck said. He paused to squeeze Chris's shoulder, before he left the office, closing the door behind him.
Buck surveyed the room. Lydia and Inez were snuggled up to Josiah and Ezra respectively. Vin was putting beers from a cardboard case into the cooler on the wall. Raphael and Chanu were throwing darts. Eli Joe and Marshall Yates were arm wrestling. JD was fooling around on his computer in the corner. Rory was nursing a beer at the bar. Virgil Watson, Yosemite, and Gage Lawless were playing pool. Buck tapped JD on the shoulder. "Get out of here," he said. "Don't come back until tomorrow."
"What's going on?" JD asked, looking around. Nothing looked unusual.
"Nothing you need to be part of, kid," Buck told him. I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said. He waited until JD was gone and then he moved Lydia's arm off of Josiah's neck and tapped Inez on the shoulder. "Excuse us, a minute, darlin'," he said.
"Sure, Buck," Lydia said and kissed first Josiah and then him on the mouth. "C'mon," she said to Inez. "Let's go check the kitchen, see if we need anything."
Inez pouted prettily. She rubbed Ezra's crotch. "I'll be in the kitchen," she said. She rubbed her ass on his lap as she got up. Her short skirt was hitched up in the back far enough that Buck could see her black lace panties. "Damn," he whispered appreciatively as she sashayed away. When the two women disappeared into the kitchen, he turned to Ezra and Josiah.
"Chris took the red light off," he said. "Wants it clear."
"Does he understand the ramifications?" Ezra asked. He glanced at Vin who was still stocking the cooler.
"Yes," Buck said. "He wants it public and clear."
Josiah nodded. "Let's make it clear," he said.
"As crystal," Ezra said dryly.
At that moment, the door to Chris's office opened. Chris stepped out and looked around the room.
"Hey, Chris," Vin said. "You want me?"
Chris shook his head. "Not now," he said. "You seen Lydia?" he asked.
"In the kitchen," Vin said and closed the door to the cooler.
"Hey, Vin," Buck called. "Come over here."
Vin crossed the small space. "I'm here," Vin said and smiled at him. "What do you need?"
"A blow job." Buck hated the words even as he said them loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear. Even more, he hated the way Vin's friendly smile was chased away by surprise that Vin quickly hid behind a mask of indifference.
Vin, along with everyone else in the room, glanced toward Chris.
"He gives great ones," Chris said. "Lydia!" he yelled. "Come into my office. You boys have fun," he said and went back into his office.
Vin glanced around the room. Every man in the room was looking at him. He closed his eyes and then met Buck's.
Buck felt like a complete shit, but he had a job to do. "Blow me," he said.
"Sure, Buck," Vin said. "Let's go." He turned toward the stairs that led to the three bedrooms on the second floor.
Buck put a hand on his arm. "Not up there," he said.
"Here?" Vin asked disbelievingly. He'd known from the minute Clay had given him to Chris that he'd be fucking anyone in the club who wanted to fuck him, but he hadn't expected that this was how it would start.
"Right here, right now," Buck said quietly. "Red light's off, Vin. Debt's got to be paid. Best get right with that, pretty damn quick."
Vin laughed low and bitter. "Get right with it," he said derisively. "Nothin' right about doin' it this way and you know it," he said.
"No, I don't suppose there is," Buck said. "It's just the way it is."
"Drop your pants," Vin said flatly. "Let's get on with it."
Josiah stood up behind Vin. "You, too," he said into Vin's ear. "Red light's off," he repeated Buck's words. "Chris never should have put it on. It won't get out of hand," Josiah promised.
Vin snorted. "Easy for you to say. You ain't the one about to get a train pulled on him." He closed his eyes. "Don't let 'em forget the rubbers," he requested, as he pulled his shirt off and unzipped his pants.
Lydia and Inez stepped out of the kitchen. "Damn," Lydia whispered. She genuinely liked Vin. He was soft spoken and polite and that shy smile of his brought out her maternal instincts. Buck was sitting on the sofa with his pants down around his ankles and Vin was kneeling naked in front of him blowing him. Josiah was fucking Vin from behind. The other members of the club were gathered around them, cheering and cat calling. "C'mon," she said and pulled Inez behind her into Chris's office.
The closed door only muffled the raucous sounds. Chris could hear the laughter, the cheering, and the catcalls.
"Fuck that ass!" "Suck him dry!" "Fuck him harder!" "I'm next!" "Fuck you, I'm next." Chris took another pull from the bottle of Jack Daniels on his desk.
The door opened and Lydia and Inez slipped inside. The jeering got louder and then dulled when the door shut. Inez stood behind his chair, wrapped her arms around his neck, and started tonguing his ear. Lydia undid Chris's belt and then unzipped his pants. She reached into his boxers and pulled his cock free. She knelt down, took the flaccid organ into her mouth, and started working it. Inez moved around so that she could kiss him.
Chris closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on what the women were doing to him. He could still hear the sounds coming from the next room. Inez took his hand and slid it under her skirt. He pulled the skimpy panties down so that he could feel her pussy. He put four fingers inside her and she immediately started fucking herself on his hand. His dick started to respond to Lydia's sucking. He used his free hand to pull Inez's shirt off. Her full breasts hung in his face and he sucked each one in turn. Lydia stopped sucking him and pushed the short shorts she was wearing down and then stepped out of them. She straddled Chris, wriggled until the head of his cock was inside her pussy, and then slid down until he was as far into her as he could get. She rode him slowly and leaned in to kiss him. Her tongue slipped into his mouth along with Inez's.
The two women turned and started to kiss and fondle one another. Inez leaned down and sucked Lydia's tit, while Lydia's hand pulled Inez's skirt the rest of the way up. She found Inez's clit and started teasing the tiny nub. Chris could feel the juices flowing from Inez's pussy. He pulled his hips back so that his dick slipped out of Lydia. "Switch off," he ordered. Lydia moved off of him and Inez lowered herself onto his cock. Lydia leaned down and kissed Inez, and then started sucking her tits.
Chris grabbed Lydia and pulled her toward him. He shoved his hand inside her pussy and fucked it as hard as he could. He alternated between sucking Inez's tits and sucking Lydia's tits. All three of them were moaning loudly. Suddenly, Chris pulled his hand out of Lydia, grabbed Inez's hips, and held her in place. His hips thrust wildly as he came hard.
Buck walked into his office, without bothering to knock. "Go home," Buck told Lydia and Inez. "That way," he jerked his head toward the door that led to the back yard of the clubhouse.
Chris slid the bottle of Jack toward Buck, who took a long drink, then passed it back.
"You fuck 'em?" Buck asked.
"Yeah," Chris said.
"Good. I'll make sure they talk it up," Buck said. "Josiah's playing traffic cop, making sure it doesn't get out of hand." He scrubbed a hand through his hair. "Don't pull this kind of shit, again," he warned.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Chris demanded.
"You know what my problem is," Buck answered. "I don't like hurting people who don't deserve it."
"Nobody's getting hurt," Chris said. "He knew the score when he came here."
"That's bullshit and you know it!" Buck said angrily. "Goddamnit, Chris! Half those guys out there didn't want a piece of his ass until you put it off limits. Now, every damn one of them is gonna get their piece and then some."
"It's just fucking," Chris defended himself. "Any brother wants a piece of his ass, he gives it up. Since when do you have a problem with getting a blow job?"
"You're an asshole," Buck said. He took the bottle back. "He wasn't the one who said no to the members. You were. But, he's the one who gets to pay for it. So, don't act like you don't know what the fuck I'm pissed about!" He took another drink.
"Fuck!" Chris swore and slapped the surface of his desk. "I fucked up," he admitted for the second time that night.
"Yeah, you did," Buck said and handed him back the bottle. "What are you gonna do about it?"
"I've got no fucking idea," Chris said and took a drink. "Any suggestions?"
"Fuck Lydia again. Don't fuck with the rules again."
Chris nodded. "Anything else?"
Buck hesitated. "Explain it to him."
"Club president doesn't explain things to sweet butts," Chris said.
"Make an exception," Buck said shortly. His voice softened. "I like Vin," he said. "I'd hate to have to shoot him, when you wake up dead one fine morning so talk to him."
Chris snorted. "Alright," he said quietly. "Tell Josiah to have him come in when the party's over."
"You got it," Buck said. "Been a long day. I'm gonna head out; find someone a lot prettier than you to spend the night with.
"Thanks," Chris said. "I'll make it right."
Buck shook his head. "I don't think you can," he said. "All you can do is not make it worse."
The door closed behind Buck and Chris stared unseeingly at his desk, lost in thought.
NEXT: It's Been a Hard Day's Night