Name:  Deke Lorton<br/><br/>Location & Time:  Sam’s room/Friday, 20 December 0750<br/><br/>Tagging:  Cal, Sam; Shaun and the rest of the Family mentioned.<br/><br/>Wearing:  His colors and a black long sleeved shirt, jeans and biker boots.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>As Deke watched Sam change, he suddenly heard Cal over his earpiece.  “Hey man, you’re still alive” was his initial reply.  “I’m upstairs with one of the daughters.  I think Mom’s in the kitchen and you probably met Junior at the front door.  Dunno where the other daughter is.  More importantly, where the<i>fuck</i>is Shaun?  This whole thing was<i>his</i>fucking idea.”  As Deke talked he kept one eye on Sam’s sexy bare back while he sauntered over to take the handcuffs off her headboard and tuck them into the back of his belt; he had plenty of zip ties with him, but an extra set of restraints couldn’t hurt any.  Then Sam turned back towards him and he finished up with Cal by saying “Gotta go man, be downstairs in a bit.  Stay in touch.”<br/><br/>Deke just stared at the top of Sam’s downturned head for a few long moments, thinking that maybe today really<i>was</i>his lucky day; how many teenage girls just happened to have an outfit like<i>that</i>sitting in their closet?  Of course he could also see by the way Sam stood there that she still needed a lot of work, so he started in on that right away.  “Very nice Pumpkin.  Even better than the workout oufit.”  Deke’s deep, gravelly voice was as pleasant as he could make it.  “Kind of interesting you’d have something like that in your closet, but I’m not complaining.”  The biker paused before he casually continued.  “Though there<i>are</i>a coupla things that would make that look even better on you.”<br/><br/>Deke stepped close to Sam and then slowly reached out towards her face with his left hand; he’d seen how she’d flinched when he’d taken hold of her neck before and so knew this girl was still skittish as fuck.  He placed two fingers under her chin and firmly lifted it, so that she was forced to look at him.  “First, look<i>up</i>.  You have nothing to be ashamed of.  Be proud of who and what you are.  Do you think I look at my feet when I walk down the street wearing<i>these?</i>”  Deke tugged at his colors with his right hand before he went on.  “You may be my bitch right now, but you’re not my fucking<i>slave</i>.  My Brothers and the other chicks back at the Clubhouse would<i>eat you alive</i>if they saw this kind of weakness come out of you.  A little attitude is a good thing.  Just don’t be fucking stupid about it.  Especially with<i>me</i>.”<br/><br/>Deke released Sam’s chin, then started fussing with the bondage harness she wore over her chest.  “Second, this isn’t on straight.”  Deke’s big hands and rough fingers rearranged the straps a bit here and there, and as he worked he touched the soft, smooth skin of Sam’s young, full breasts over and over again.  The first or second time his fingertips brushed over her erect nipples might have been accidental, but by the fifth or sixth time it was pretty clear what he was really doing.  Deke kept his hard brown eyes locked on Sam’s pretty blue ones as he worked, and he finally spoke to her in a voice as gentle as his teasing fingertips.  “Keep your hands at your sides Pumpkin.  And tell me what you’re feeling.  Don’t be afraid to tell the truth.  In fact, the only thing that’ll really piss me off is if you<i>lie</i>to me.  You do<i>that</i>, I’ll rip your fucking tits off …”