Assassins MC Pt. 12

"Beth, what did you say to that bouncer?" I asked her.

"I told him you were the son of a rich oil prince and you wanted to buy the most expensive bottle of champaign they had." Beth answered, smiling.

"What? How much are we talking?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, not much, just $20,000 a bottle." Beth said with a smile on her face.

I must have turned ghost white and looked like I was going to faint. Beth looked at me for a second and started laughing.

"Rich, you should see yourself." Beth said, obviously amused. "I'm kidding. I just told him you were a member of the Assassins and wanted to have a good time. He spoke to a manager, and they set us up in here. You must understand, the Assassins have a double-sided reputation. One side is of ruthless killers; the club will stop at nothing to protect its assets. The second is of kindness; we take care of our friends like we do our family. It is in a business' best interest to take care of us because we will take care of them. I wouldn't be surprised if we get a visit from the owner of this place before the night is done."

I had to admit Beth knew how to wield her clout. I was worried about making a scene as if I had to hide the fact I was an Assassin. I still didn't think it wise to flaunt that fact everywhere we went, but some strategic use of it may be beneficial. We settled in and I told the ladies I wanted to get to the dancing. I was nervous and just wanted to start before I chickened out. Beth grabbed me by the hand and practically dragged me to the dance floor.

Beth was an excellent teacher. The previous few days we practiced, and she showed me some moves that wouldn't embarrass me. I did my best to put them on display. Beth, Penny, Julie, and Nicole were all dancing with and around me, just having a blast. I was trying to look as manly as I could while I shook my body all over, trying to not look like a complete idiot. I think I succeeded. At least no one laughed at me. After a while, Beth and Nicole went to get us drinks, and I took Penny and Julie back to the VIP room. After 20 minutes, I wondered where the women were. I left Penny and Julie and went to investigate.

After walking around for a few minutes, I noticed Beth and Nicole sitting in a VIP room, blocked in by 4 men. They were sitting on an identical half circle couch, but with the coffee table in front of them, they couldn't get up. As I approached, I noticed 2 pairs of panties sitting on the table. I also noticed the men on either side of Beth and Julie had their hands under their skirts, and they hiked their skirts up around their thighs. Each man had one arm around the women while their second arm was between their legs. What the actual fuck! I felt some serious anger rising inside of me, but I calmed myself down enough to make a quick plan. I needed a couple of items from my truck.

When I returned a few minutes later I had a slight wardrobe change; I was wearing my Assassins vest and had a 9mm tucked into a shoulder holster on my left side, with my combat knife strapped to my waist on my right. I have been taking lessons from Bear every chance I could get and was becoming proficient at handling both a gun and a knife. I still wasn't an expert, but I could at least use them without fear of injuring myself.

When I approached the VIP room a second time, I didn't notice the women. I was worried they took them somewhere else, but as I got closer, I saw why I couldn't see them. The men had the women laying down with their heads in the men's laps sucking them off. The other two men were on the outside of the women, playing with their ass and pussy. I took a deep breath and walked into the room.

"Gentlemen, it appears you're having a good time tonight." I announced, trying to sound calm, even though I wasn't.

They all looked up at me. My vest didn't register right away since they were mostly preoccupied. One man getting a blowjob answered, "Who the fuck are you, kid? Get out of here."

The women must have heard me, and they attempted to get up. The men forced their heads down harder and wouldn't let them move. I answered, "My name is Rich. As you can see, I'm a member of the Assassins Motorcycle Club. What we have here is a problem. Those are my women you're using and now you owe me for their services."

I was making this shit up as I went. I had a loose plan but didn't think everything through. I just hoped it would work.

"This is what is going to happen." I continued, "You gentlemen will let the women up, then we will leave after you pay us $10,000 for the fun you've already had."

The men, seeing my vest, started looking a little nervous, but the one that was talking to me wouldn't give in.

"Fuck you, you think you can come in here and tell me what to do?" He said, sounding cocky. "My father is the head of the Mayans, and we run this town. Assassins can suck my dick like your woman here."

I took a step to my right, took out my 9mm as I stepped next to the man on the left of the loudmouth, and in a quick action struck the man on his temple. He slumped forward, unconscious, right on the table. Bear showed me that move and told me if I can catch them off guard they would go straight down. I immediately raised my gun and placed it against the loudmouth's head. The other two men in the room couldn't react fast enough.

Once I knocked the first man unconscious, Nicole bit down on the man's dick she was sucking, forcing him to yell out in pain and grab himself. She then turned around and jumped the man behind her as he was attempting to scoot around the table and stand, kneeing him in the nuts while he was trying to stand up. I never knew Nicole could scrap. When he went down, she kicked him a few more times for effect; he would be out of commission for a while. The first man was bleeding profusely from his now bitten penis. That just left me and this mouthy asshole.

I asked him, "What's your name?"

Staring at my gun, he answered, "Rodriguez."

"Ok Rodriguez, you are going to let my woman up now. We are going to leave, and I never want to see you again. If I do, you'll see just how accurate this gun is."

He complied. He lifted his hands and Beth rose from his lap. She looked at him, back at his dick, then punched him in his balls a few times, causing him to double over. I grabbed Beth and Nicole, gathered Penny and Julie, and we all left. Those assholes ruined our night, but it could have been much worse. The women were shaken up and told me what happened.

They were waiting to order drinks when these guys came up behind them. They were running their hands all over them and wouldn't leave them alone. When the women tried to leave and return to me, the men pushed Beth and Nicole into the VIP room and forced onto the couch. The men held them down and reached under their dresses and pulled off their panties. They then started fingering them, telling them how they were going to take them back to their place and fuck them all night. That's when they were forced down and had to suck their dicks.

I asked why they didn't just bite them off, and Beth answered. "They were all armed. If we would have done that we were as good as dead."

Damn, I didn't notice that. I thought about how that could have gone south quickly. I was extremely lucky and thanked the Lord we weren't dead. I had to pay closer attention to my surroundings before I did anything else stupid. I drove everyone home, made sure Nicole and Beth were ok, and we all went to bed.

The next day I called Roger and told him what happened. It pissed him off, but he warned me against doing anything else and told me he would take care of it. A few days later, I got a message from Roger to meet him at the nightclub during the day. That was strange. The club wasn't even open. He told me to bring Nicole and Beth, and I had them both leave work early and accompany me there.

When we walked through the door, Roger was waiting for us. We followed him inside, and when we turned the corner, we saw about 10 people sitting around a few tables. Some men were Assassins, and the others wore bandannas around their upper arms. I presume they were members of Rodriguez's gang. I was told to take a seat with Roger at his table and bring Nicole and Beth.

Sitting at the table was Rodriguez from the other night, and an older man who introduced himself. "My name is also Rodriguez, in my case, Thomas. This dumbass sitting next to me is my son, Miguel"

Thomas was a distinguished-looking gentleman. He was Latino, about 6' tall, and I would estimate in his age mid too late 50s. His hair was neatly cut, mostly black with some gray, but his goatee was almost all gray. He wore a black suit and tie and looked more like a professional than the head of a gang. He spoke articulately, and that made me believe he was above average intelligence. Miguel was dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a jacket. He had his bandana wrapped around his right arm, stood 5'10, and his hair, while short and neatly trimmed, was dirty. It didn't look like he showered for a few days.

Thomas then looked up at Beth and Nicole and asked, "Are these the ladies from that night?"

When I answered yes, he asked them to tell him what happened. Beth spoke up and told him everything. When Nicole confirmed the story, Thomas said, "My son would like to say something."

There was a pause, and Thomas said something in Spanish. I had to remind myself I need to take some lessons.

"I would like to say I'm sorry for the trouble I caused." Miguel said, sounding like he was choking on every word. "I will not bother you in the future, and to show that I am sincerely sorry, here is $20,000, double what you asked for the other night."

As Miguel said this, he slid stacks of $100s across the table to me. His eyes never left the table, never looked up, and never looked at me or the women. He was humiliated, and I hoped this was over, but I suspected we would see Miguel again. This guy thinks he's a gangster and this humiliation in front of us won't sit well.

"Thank you for not killing my son." Thomas said. "He's an idiot, but he's my son and his mother's favorite."

He then told Miguel to get out of the club and to go home. He would speak to him later. When Miguel left, Thomas addressed Roger. "I don't want any trouble between the Assassins and the Mayans. We have always respected each other's territory and businesses. My idiot son doesn't understand this world. I'm trying to teach him, but he thinks he's Scarface. I just don't know what to do with these kids. The $20,000 is from Miguel directly, it's his money."

He then put a few more stacks of $100s on the table.

"This $50,000 is from me for the club." Thomas continued. "I hope this goes a long way to smooth over any problems that my son has caused."

Roger spoke up. "Thank you, Thomas. I will take this money to John and let him know how cooperative you were and how repentant your son was. It's up to John ultimately, but I don't see us having any problems moving forward from this incident."

"Thank you, Roger." Thomas said. "And Rich, I will give you my number. If my son causes you any more problems, please call me instead of putting a bullet in his head. I would appreciate it."

I told him I would do that and thanked him for his time. I grabbed the $20,000, bid farewell to Roger and Thomas, and walked the ladies back out. When we got outside, I gave them each $10,000. They were surprised, thinking I would keep most, if not all, of it. I told them they were the ones attacked, and they deserved it. Nicole made a joke that if she knew she would get $10 grand for giving a blowjob, she would have been doing it sooner. We all laughed, and as I looked at Nicole, I wondered if she was joking or not. Either way, her blowjobs were worth the price.

That was not the last time we went dancing. I took the women out the next night and planned on taking them out often. In the future, however, I always escorted them to get the drinks. I had dodged the first big bullet in my Assassin's experience, but the next one wouldn't affect me as much as it did one of our family, and it was my inattention that would make it worse.