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Accomodating the Biker Gang

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, alpha male biker outlaws and BBWs, multiple partners, public sex and humiliation, lactation, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, exhibitionist themes, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Cindy Hancase is all business, all the time, and it’s her willingness to do anything to get ahead that’s helped her build her little clothing line into a full-fledged fashion brand. But she’s taken things just a little too far when she turns to moneylaundering to help her struggling bottom line, a decision that brings her in contact with types of men she might not be ready to handle.

Now when she tells the outlaw MC president she needs to take a break from their agreement, he seems to want to help and offers her a pill that will help her focus and get her books in order. But soon, she finds out that helping her get ahead wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, and the drug he’s given her is going to do just about everything but help her focus on paperwork.

Parts of her body might get enhanced, but her brain certainly won’t be one of them.

Before she knows what’s happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no and her urges have pushed her into the arms and at the mercy of the gang leader and his biker buddies, who are more than happy to help her fill her sudden cravings …

Excerpt:

What he was telling me seemed to be important, but I kept getting distracted by the man sitting nearest to me on the right side of the table. He had a short beard and a lean, well-muscled body. He had laid his jacket across the back of his chair and was wearing just a thin tank top that rippled with his muscles when he shifted. He was one of the ones with pure lust in his eyes, and those eyes hadn’t left my ass since I walked in the room. He seemed to want to do something and I kind of wanted him to do it, whatever it was. The way he was looking at me sent little shivers right up and down my needy body.

“No, it wasn’t. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, now staring openly at the man to my right. He looked up and gave me a wink and I giggled a little nervously.

“It’s a drug that makes people look and feel like you’re looking and feeling right now.”

“Horny?” I asked before I could think to stop myself.

He laughed. “Exactly, sweet thing. Exactly. But don’t you worry, we’ve got a good idea what to do about it.”

“My tits are bigger, too, aren’t they? I’m sort of having trouble remembering exactly how big they used to be.”

He stood up and walked around the table. In a moment I was standing paralyzed in front of him. He put out two rough-palmed hands and cupped my breasts, hefting and massaging them gently. I let out a low moan as the pleasure of his touch ran through me.

“I’d say so,” he confirmed. “But don’t you worry. That’s what it’s supposed to do. And we know just what to do about that, too.”

My breath was in my throat as I looked into his face. I had never been this close to him before, or any of the criminals I worked with against my better judgment. The faint aroma of liquor, gasoline, and cigarettes spiced his thick masculine scent.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.


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