Savage MC Gypsy Rider This story is inspired by real events Beautiful but spoiled Gypsy remembered Hacker from high school. He was cool, older and had a god-given ass. And he ignored her. Mainly because she was a spoiled brat rich girl who wanted nothing more than to be the center of any kind of trouble. NOW Hacker is high up in the local motorcycle club, Savage MC. And Gypsy is still looking to be at the center of any trouble that she can start. Gypsy takes a ride with Hacker, but she learns that there’s a high price to be paid. She has to prove herself, to a roomfull of hard, horny bikers. Then, she gets herself taken captive by members of a rival gang. What does she have to bargain with? And is she prepared to give it up? Warning: This rough, fast, motorcycle club tale includes graphic and vivid descriptions of rough sex in several variations, some involving numerous big, hard, rough bikers. It is intended for readers of 18 years + ONLY. Excerpt: Hacker looked in my eyes. Now I realized what the price of the ride was going to be. He was expecting me to back out, I could see it, and he was offering me a last chance. Looking around the room, there were four bikers plus Hacker, all with looks of raw, animal lust igniting in their eyes. The urge to shout NO! and to run for the door was strong, but with my stomach quaking I held my ground. Nobody was going to bail me out of this. I had made my choice and I wanted to see it through. For once, I was going to finish what I started. I looked at each of the five bikers in turn as I dragged the tails of my white shirt out of my leather skirt and I undid the buttons, one by one. They were all big guys, and I was still afraid. I was very excited, too. Me being the center of all of that testosterone, that lust, the thought of them all reaching for me, clawing for me, hardening for me, coming…