Mayans MC Short Stories

The Sadist and the Masochist

When Gilly's little sister was expelled from college for obscene behaviour he didn't understand what that had entailed. He never asked and Layla never said. Out of the blue she just showed up at his clubhouse asking to borrow his couch. A month went by and she was still loitering in his house with no plans set.

"You've got an interview with the boss today so get dressed." Gilly ordered as he tipped the couch up. "If you ain't studying you can get a job."

"Can't I just whither away slowly in peace?" She asked as she pulled herself up from the hardwood floor.

"Enough moping, it's fucking depressing." Gilly complained as he picked up her bag of clothes and tossed it to her. "Go. Now."

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Layla found herself sat in the office of the scrapyard answering pointless questions about her aspirations in life. After the third stupid question of 'where do you see yourself in 5 years?' she snapped.

"Look, I was in my final year of a psychology degree. I could handle those loonies, I think I can enter a few details into a computer and answer a goddamn phone. Now do you want me or not?" She said to Bishop.

"Sure, though you might think the loonies are sane compared to this lot." He said as a line of motorcycles pulled in.

Bishop explained there was a party on tonight and Layla was welcome to join but it wasn't her scene. She had a very particular taste in entertainment, the one that got her expelled. She grabbed her bag and left the office, waving to her brother as she got in her car and drove away. She planned on stopping by the liquor store and enjoying the night alone.

All of the parking spaces were taken at the front of the liquor store so she parked in an alleyway at the back. As she closed her door she saw a staircase leading down under the shop where she saw the door knocker in the shape of a swing and the outline of an upside down pineapple painted above the door. Her heart skipped as she abandoned her liquor plans for what she really desired. Getting back in her car she raced back to her lodgings to prepare.

10pm was normally the best time to go to these clubs. By then the festivities were well and truly underway and best appreciated. Layla had spent the evening shaving everywhere south of her eyebrows until she was smooth. She had curled her hair and pinned it up high on her head before tying the black and silver mask across her eyes. Under the black trench coat she wore very little, only midnight blue laced underwear.

Slipping back into her car she drove back to the place where the liquor store was. A few expensive cars were parked on the street as she parked behind one and listened to her heels click on the concrete. The town was silent as the shops had shut down for the night. Careful of her steps she entered the alleyway and held the rail tight as she descended down until she reached the door. A small red light illuminated the door as she gripped the knocker and hit it down three times.

"What's your pleasure?" A sultry woman asked as she opened a window latch on the door.

"Pain." Layla answered.

The window closed a moment before the door opened and let her enter. It opened to a small room with a coat rack and a desk. The woman was standing patiently behind the door as Layla stepped in before she closed it and slid the bolt across. It revealed the woman in a blood red leather corset, red laced panties and thigh high fuck me boots.

"Let me take your coat sugar." The woman said and Layla unbuttoned the cloak.

The woman watched appreciatively as she removed the cloak and saw the perfect alabaster skin of Layla. It wasn't until she walked behind Layla to take the coat off she saw the thin crisscross slices of scars across her back. The receptionist hung the coat up on the rack along with the 10 or so others and led Layla to the desk.