Kevin smiled as he looked at his reflection in the staffroom mirror. The black leather cut looked great against his pale skin. The shadows it cast across his stomach added definition to the abs that were slowly developing. Those long hours he spent working out at the gym were starting to pay off ... among other things.
He stood back and checked out the rest of the club outfit. Tight leather shorts hugged his ass, making it appear firm and smooth while the crotch providing such a perfect outline of his junk that he just wanted to reach down and massage the leather against his cock.
He slipped his feet into the four inch heels and tossed his hair over his shoulder. He'd had the long locks trimmed so they just skimmed over his shoulders. The auburn highlights he'd added made the darkness shimmer in the lowlight of the staff room. Perfect. He was ready for his first proper night at a Hard Steel gathering at the clubhouse.
The corridor leading down to the bar was empty. His footsteps echoing off the wooden floor as he walked confidently in the heels. He'd been practising for weeks in the shoes ever since Leon had told him that he'd gotten the job at the club house. He'd done a few short shifts during the days, when it had been as quiet as fuck and he hadn't needed to wear the leather outfit but this would be his first evening gig. His first time not only serving the drinks but also servicing whichever club member wanted him. His cock twitched in eager anticipation.
He'd first heard of the Hard Steel motorcycle club when he'd been in his last year at college. His roomie, Todd, had told about the club where anything went and sexuality wasn't important, only that you liked sex. Kevin loved sex. The harder the better and if it was a rough, tough man doing the fucking, even more. He hoped that the club would be busy tonight, filled with some needy bikers who required attention from the willing bar staff.
"Yo, Kevin. You ready for you're first night with the big boys?" Tone asked as he stacked the last of the shot glasses on the shelf. Like Kevin he was dressed in a leather cut but wore tight leather trousers instead of the shorts.
"Yeah, I can't wait to start." Kevin grinned and looked around. There were a couple of older bikers propping the bar up whilst three others were sat around a table playing cards. In the far corner roadcrews were setting up equipment for the band that would be playing later. Around the edges of the bar, leather sofas and chairs were grouped together in casual conversation pits. Kevin saw that a couple of bikers were already enjoying the charms of two of the club girls, sitting back on the couches whilst the women sucked their dicks. Kevin felt envious, he wanted to be doing the sucking.
"You'll get plenty of chances tonight, Kevin," Tone teased as he placed a bottle of Jack and a shot glass on the tray. "Take this over to Dirk in the corner, will you?"
"Sure." Kevin lifted the tray and walked through the tables and across the dancefloor. He loved how the heels forced his hips to sway with every step he took. He imagined the men watching him walk, the dicks hard in their hands, eyes fixed upon his ass. The shorts felt tight once more around his crotch.
Dirk was seated on a corner sofa smoking on a joint. The scent of weed was heavy in the air around him as he exhaled long streams of smoke after each drag. He wore worn denims tight across his muscular legs and a leather cut with the President patch on the front. His ripped abdominals rippled as he took a drag of his joint, the large pectorals rising and falling with each breath. Keven felt his mouth water when the edge of the cut moved, revealing large, pointed nipples that begged to be licked and sucked.
With a shaky hand he placed the shot glass and bottle on the table before. Remembering his training, he poured a measure into the glass and offered it to dirk, thankful that his hand appeared steady even though he was a mass of nerves inside.
Dirk took the glass and downed the drink in one swallow before slamming the glass down on the table. He waited while Kevin refilled the glass, his grey eyes not leaving the younger man's face as he took another drag of his joint.
"Like what you see, boy?" he rasped. His coarse voice sent shivers along Kevin's nerves and made his cock press hard against the confines of the leather. Oh, how he longed to squeeze and rub his aching dick in search of relief.
"Yes, sir," he replied, softly. Heat licked along him as he saw Dirk's crotch twitch and swell beneath the denim.
Dirk's mouth twitched as he took the drink Kevin proffered. "Like cock?"
"Oh, yes, sir, very much." Kevin tried to rein the eagerness from his voice. Tone had warned him about being too needy when he first started working. He had to wait until the members came to him not force himself upon them.
