Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 109

Tank POV

That bra, I love it. I hope she has more. I don’t want her to ever buy one that closes at the

back; these were so much more fun to play with, once I worked it out. When she needs new ones, I want them all to have front closures. I want to be able to pop with my teeth. My mind was already busy with what I could do with her clothing, how I could remove them with ease.

My little lady was so responsive to my touch, like super sensitive, it didn’t take much to bring her to her peak.

Three, she managed three climaxes. I love seeing her face when she explodes, she blushes, pants, and screams my name each time. I love discovering more places on her body that make her squirm. I can’t wait for her to ride me. I get to play with her body as she bounces on me, but that won’t be tonight. I think she’s done for now.

I clean her and myself up, and spoon behind her, a favorite position for us both.

The morning came, and I was a little disoriented at first, forgetting for a moment that I was in our new home. Looking around, Fixer was in a towel that came just below her crotch, her hair wet, in the mini kitchen area, making coffee, the main cooking would be downstairs, and I hadn’t heard of any of the girls making a roster about who would cook or anything. She looks over at me, her smile breaks out at seeing me awake, and walks over holding two coffees.

“You’re up early,” I say, sit up, and take the offered coffee.

“Yeah, you didn’t wake to the knock on the door. After I answered it, I took a shower, wanted to go to the clubhouse, and collect all my tattoo tools and paints here so I could work on you again. I would rather do that here if you don’t mind.” She replied, blowing and sipping her coffee.

“I can help. Who was at the door?” Seems odd to have someone knock this early, and why didn’t I hear it? I am usually a light sleeper, but I am going to blame Fixer for wearing me out so much that I slept like a log.

“Slept like a log.” What a silly saying, we have so many of them, and we use most of them. They don’t all make sense, like a log doesn’t sleep, if you take them literally, but most people understand what we mean when we say them.

“Prez, said to tell you that Doris had been moved. Care to share?” I was undecided. I know that Fixer has a higher level of need-to-know than the other woman; even Sticks doesn’t get everything, yet we have, for some reason, given Fixer an in that no other woman has ever gotten before.

“I am meeting Tandy this afternoon, he has arranged for the staff who look after our home to formally meet me, and talk about what they do. Tandy will look after their payments. As previously, they have been discreet for years, and, according to Tandy, happy to continue if I want them. I see no reason to change what was already in place, if Tandy trusts them, then I trust them, he would have done a complete background check on them, as the previous tenant was a wealthy tycoon, that was using the house as a halfway place, living here for six months, for the summer, and back to his home for the other six months, while he built his own home.” I don’t remember the guy; he must have kept to himself, for the town not to make a huge fuss about a wealthy man here. Mind you, I kept to myself and the club, didn’t care who was next door.

“Want me to come with you to meet Tandy in town?” I had nothing planned today, unless Prez had work for me to do; he had been getting me more involved in reducing his piles of work on his desk. I felt like a glorified secretary at times, he had me filing so much paperwork, he doesn’t want girls in his office, touching his paperwork, it was always one us men folk that helped keep his room clean and tidy, as much as we could, girls clean lots of places, just not his office, too much sensitive work in there, and it’s one of two rooms girls don’t go in, unless called for. Plus, I can be there for her, protect her, keep others from taking advantage of her, and take as much of an in that she will let me have.

“That would be nice, you should meet the people who will be keeping the place running for us, then you won’t be shocked when you see them around the house, and year. This is all new to me. I have never been a boss before, and I feel a little out of my depth.” Fixer was being honest with herself, and that was important.

“You will do great, you have seen both sides of the coin, and have a good heart; your non-trusting side will keep you from going astray. Stick to what you know, and ask questions or get help with what you don’t. You are doing so very well for someone who has suddenly become a mega-billionaire, or are you a gazillionaire? Whatever you are, you are grounded and won’t let the money corrupt you. Trust yourself, and hopefully me to help you get through this initial stage of being wealthy. You might need bodyguards around at all times when outside the club property or your home. Maybe when you are ready, we can assign some club members to be that. For now, no one knows, even Prez doesn’t know the full extent, and unless you told Jenny, it was only us, till word gets out.” I am trying to stay calm. When the world eventually learns who she was or how rich she was, they will come to beg, steal, or borrow money. Like winning the lottery, everyone wants a piece of your pie.

She reminds me of the “Forrest Gump” movie: he didn’t change just because he was rich; he still lived a meager life and helped others.

That’s my little lady.