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I was balls deep in this dark haired, biker bitch that reminded me of Steph, I think named Rosie, yeah, when my phone rang. I hadn’t put it on silent. Why would I? I was on a run so no one would be stupid enough to call me. Since my phone laid on the bed, I glanced over. Fuck. Prez flashed on the screen. Fucking Kingpin, of course, it was that asshole. I’d call him back.
Charleston’s Bunny Ranch with its themed sex rooms was keeping me and my dick entertained, especially since the basement in Nashville was closed. Since its recent opening, I’d been here nightly, wasting all my money. Their President, Murder had a gold mine on his hands. The idea was brilliant. The whores at Royal Road were practically free for us bikers. We paid our dues one way or another. If not money, in blood, sweat, and tears. Memphis collected from our other patrons, sure. And the sweetbutts would be free here in West Virginia for a biker like me too, usually. This whore house changed all that. I paid well for the experience. Much better than boning Paisley in the boring apartments over Royal Road. Also, the ranch made sure the women had regular checkups. I didn’t have to dress my dick for the occasion, like I did back in Tennessee.
Rosie brought me into the Porno Set Room. Set up like a dingy motel room on purpose, where you’d find a trashy prostitute, screens covered the walls. A camera on its tripod was just for show. We were filmed by hidden cameras from all different angles and projected around in 360. No matter where I turned, I could watch my dick thumping in and out this whore’s pussy. No footage would be saved, she assured me. I didn’t care. I was not beholden to anyone anymore. Certainly not Eve. And Steph, I knew she wouldn’t wait for me. I wasn’t bothered. My new woman knew I’d be finding somewhere else to bury my bone on such a long trip, too.
We had an understanding.
Rosie’s friend joined us. Thankfully not a blonde. A redhead I’d banged at their clubhouse before, Shiloh climbed on the bed with us.
“Hallow, why don’t you come back for good?”
I smiled at the thought of spending more time here in the mountains. Already naked, the whore reached behind me and fondled my balls as I stilled in Rosie. The vixen wanted a turn. Tired of Rosie’s slick cunt, I left her. After a quick drink from my open bottle of tequila, I bent Shiloh over the bed and rammed my dick up her ass sans lube.
My phone sounded again. It had to be Kingpin, again, but my eyes were on Rosie.
“Hand that to me,” I said to her. She’d taken to fingering herself so I could watch. She sucked her digits clean before grabbing my phone. Damn, I wanted back inside her.
Holding my phone to my ear, I answered, “What?”
“Hallow. You’re not answering my calls,” Kingpin started in on me.
“Murder still needs me here,” I lied to my President as my dick slipped in and out of Shiloh’s puckered pit. I held her back down with my freehand. My eyes were on Rosie as she continued her show. She could lick her own nipples.
“That’s not what he says.” Kingpin had talked to Murder.
Fuck.
Prez’s voice came again as I pumped. “We found Eve.”
“What?” Shiloh had taken my dick up her ass like a champ at first but started howling as I searched for my orgasm. “I can’t hear you.”
“Eve’s pregnant,” Kingpin practically shouted as I came in Shiloh’s ass.
“Eve’s what?” I’d heard him say pregnant. I looked at the bottle of tequila knowing I was plastered. I was hearing things. My dick slipped out of the whore.
“You heard me right. When I found her, I was just as surprised,” Kingpin said.
“Pregnant? Eve?” I tried to wrap my inebriated mind around it. “Who’s the father?” I would kill him. Holding the phone on my shoulder, I started dressing, right away.
Kingpin was silent for too long.
“Who, Kingpin?”
“That’s why I’m calling,” he began.
Holy shit. I thought about what I’d learned while my President whipped my back. The awful thing I’d done. “How far along is she?”
“Six, seven months,” he said.
The room spun. I’d impregnated her that night I couldn’t even remember. Fuck.
“Will you be coming back?” Kingpin asked.
“No,” I said automatically. I couldn’t face her. Shit faced, I knew that much.
“You can’t run from this, Hallow.”
“Fuck you, Kingpin, I’m not running. I don’t want her,” I lied.
