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Barbie, or Candy.
    "Trixie. You can call me Trixie."
    "Well, alright there, Trixie, let’s get you naked and sitting on my face."
    In one smooth move Maverick lifts me up and tosses me over his shoulder so my ass is in the air and next to his face, while my face gets to know his ass on a first-name basis.
    I squeal, but he ignores me as I hear the crunch of the gravel as his boots hit it with each step. I listen as the large metal door at the entrance of the shed opens and Maverick walks through it. One of his hands glides up the back of my thigh and under my dress. He slides his palm under my thong and rests his thumb at my back entrance as he plunges two fingers inside my pussy.
    I try to hold back a moan, but it's impossible. I hear his deep chuckle at my body's response, as he continues to walk as if his fingers aren't working me over. I try to concentrate on anything but what his fingers are doing to me.
    The loud music is blaring, along with a lot of commotion. The air is filled with a cloud of smoke. My hands grab a hold of Maverick's hips as I try to lift myself up to appraise the scene. We're in what must be the main room of the compound. The bar is filled with bikers in similar leather cuts to Maverick, as is the rest of the room. Scantily clad women are all around and I watch a woman dance naked on top of the bar.
    One of the bikers hops up to start dancing with the naked woman. No, not dance, he moves closer and starts to suck on the milky white flesh of her neck as he gropes her exposed tits. Another biker is sitting down at a stool in front of her. He lifts his hand up her smooth, pale legs until his hand is between the naked woman's thighs and he starts to stroke her. No one in the room even bats an eye at the scene developing on top of the bar.
    Where the hell am I and what did I get myself into?
    The bartender notices Maverick first. He puts his thumb and index finger in his mouth to make a loud whistling sound before hollering, "Way to go, Prez."
    This gets all the men's attention in the dark lit room, and even a few women's. The whistling and shouts continue, but Maverick ignores them as he continues to stroke my pussy as we walk towards the back.
    I would be more embarrassed, but I know none of the others can see what his hand is doing to me because my skirt is still covering my ass.
    We make our way to the very last door on the right and Maverick pushes it open with a thud against the sidewall. Once inside he closes it back up and locks it. His fingers release my core and I instantly miss them, groaning in frustration. He lowers me, sliding me down the front of his body until we're chest to chest.
    "Get naked," he demands.
    "Prez?" I question, lifting my eyebrows while smirking his way.
    "You don't need to know that shit. All you need to know is that I want you naked. Now, get naked so I can taste that pussy of yours."
    "Yes... Mr. President," I respond innocently.
    I hear the low groan from the back of his throat and in the next second his hands are on me, ripping the white cotton dress off my body. I'm in just my thong, but not for long because he rips that off me, too.
    I bring my hands to his hard chest and gently pull his cut away from his body, sliding it off his shoulders and arms, and releasing it so it drops on the floor.
    Looking up at his piercing eyes, I can see the lust in them. His eyes are hooded, and it's only a matter of time until he starts satisfying his craving.
    As if reading my mind, he reaches for me again, palming my ass cheeks with both hands and pulling my body into his. In the next second I'm being lifted as he walks me backwards and drops me down on the bed.
    "I want to fuck your pussy with my tongue, but you'll have to show me how bad you want it."
    "Show you?" I question him.
    He lays down on the bed next to me and plops his head down on the black pillowcase.
    "That's right, babe, show me. You want my tongue on you, you want me to suck you off, then make me."
    Make him? The