The Maid For Pleasure Bundle 2 Read Online Free Page A

ballerina-like Willow. The driver of the other bike, and Nora's long-time lover.
    “Hello, Nora,” I said, smiling. “Lovely to see you.”
    She was all pointing and frowns. “Shut the fuck up and get me a drink. You wipe that smile off your fucking face, if you think I’m happy you’re still alive. I’m not. If you want to live past the next two minutes, you better start telling me why the fuck you made me drive out to Cherry Ridge. I hate this fucking part of town.”
    Nora was the toughest woman I knew. Check that, she was the toughest person I knew, woman or man. She had gotten me out of more scrapes than I even care to mention.
    “Hey Pace,” said Willow. “I am happy you’re still alive.”
    Her smile was low and shy. Willow was a lovely, friendly girl. Some of the boys at the club, they raised a stink about Nora and Willow, being lesbians and all. And then Nora jammed a pool cue halfway down one bigot’s throat.
    He turned out okay after a few weeks in the hospital. Can’t talk very loud, though—or maybe he just learned his lesson and doesn’t talk much anymore.
    Anyway, nobody really said shit to Nora after that, and in fact nobody even says anything bad about her sexuality ever .
    Say whatever you want about biker gangs, but we take violent lessons to heart.
    I smiled at Nora. “Do you want me to shut up and get you a drink, or start talking?”
    “ I’ll get her a drink, Sir,” said Vivian, popping in from just beyond the entry. “Why don’t you all retire to the sitting room?”
    Vivian wore, at my instruction, something a bit more modest than her usual fare. So, she had on a tiny, tight white dress that bared her tits and showed off her long, perfectly tanned legs. Tall blue acrylic heels were on her feet. As always, she wore a tiny apron, though this one was bright blue, to match her heels. And her eyes, I realized, admiring her with a orgasm-drunk smile.
    “Yeah,” said Nora, eyeing Vivian carefully. “Why don’t we fucking do that?”
    We began to move that way. As soon as Vivian left earshot, Nora grabbed my arm.
    “Who the fuck is that and why the fuck is she calling you ‘Sir?’ Did you come back a fucking millionaire after returning from the dead?”
    I ignored the question, not ready for that yet. “Good afternoon, Willow. Nice day for a ride?”
    A cruel gesture on my part. I could see her start to answer, and then stop herself. Politeness dictated that she answer, and Willow was unfailingly polite. Something of an anomaly for our gang. A girl from a nice family who was hopelessly, desperately in love with Nora. She met Nora by chance in the hospital several years back after a particularly violent gun battle, nursing Nora back to health.
    It was, in fact, something sort of like how Vivian met me, though with a little less crazy magic milk involved.
    And it was Willow’s love, and obedience, to Nora that prevented her from answering. She knew Nora still had a bone to pick with me.
    “Don’t fucking ignore me, Pace,” said Nora. “What the fuck are we doing here?”
    We came to the sitting room and sat down. I was on one couch, the couple on the other. Nora leaned forward, her leathers creaking slightly. Fuck me, but she was a gorgeous woman when she was pissed. She was gorgeous all around, naturally, but when she was angry her cheeks flushed, and her green eyes blazed. Her breasts pushed hard against the tight white cloth of her top. Next to her, Willow crossed her long legs, her pale skin exposed in tight leather shorts and clunky, sexy boots.
    I wanted Nora; I wanted both of them. My cock stirred, wanting to fill every section of their bodies that it could. I could almost feel Vivian’s breath in my ear, cheering me on while I fucked Nora and then Willow.
    Impregnating them. Filling them with my cum. Pouring Vivian's milk down their throats and making them hotter and hotter as I drove harder and harder into their cunts.
    I wanted that so bad. I loved Nora so very much.