Mobile Pleasure

By Tanya Sands

In book two of the Chasers: Josie Stewart is a strong, independent woman not fully recovered from an abusive past. With such a past that would cripple most, Josie rose above and conquered. She put herself out there to others as a hardass while her inner self required so much more to survive, which finds at Rapture.

Sam Jensen, part owner of a local BDSM club, had a reputation as the club playboy, but deep down he was looking for more. When he finds the perfect masochist for his sadistic dominant personality—can he prove to her that love comes when you least expect it and that she was meant for him, meant for the lifestyle, and meant to be cherished?

Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. BDSM – MF.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tanya Sands
• Release date: Mar 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311556189

Tanya Sands

Tanya Sands is the pseudonym of a stay-at-home mom who, having written but not published short stories for years, finally took the leap and published her passion. When she’s not writing she’s raising her 2 young boys and 3 furbabies while her husband supports them all by driving all over the country as a long haul truck driver. She is the youngest of 6 and a proud vet of the US Air Force.

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Mobile Pleasure

The Chasers Series, Book 2

Tanya Sands

Copyright © 2016 Tanya Sands

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The following story contains strong and explicit sexual and other intense situations. The following story is intended for adult audiences only. Parental discretion is advised.

Book Cover: Tom Dausner

Bar: B3 Bar & Grill Austell, Ga

Photography: SWIT Photography

Models: Thomas Murphy & Ava Airendale

Mobile Pleasure

by

Tanya Sands

Prologue

Three months prior

Oh Randa, you are so beautiful. I swear if those men hurt you I will make them eunuchs.

How ‘bout you hold them down and I’ll neuter them?

Oh please, can I help hold them down?

Randa snickered as three of her closest friends, Kitty, Josie, and Luna, threatened a beat down. Syun merely smiled as she helped Randa into the wedding/commitment dress for the day’s festivities. The day had finally come when she would marry one of the men of her dreams, Jack Benning, and will commit herself to the other love of her life, Chase Fargo.

The ceremonies would be held in Sam’s backyard, since the pool in their own yard took up a lot of space. A minister friend was coming to perform the legal ceremony, and a shaman acquaintance would carry out the commitment one. Randa couldn’t wait for her and Jack to wear the rings they’d picked out so she could show the whole world that she belonged to such a wonderful man. After talking to a good friend Iain, they had decided they loved the idea of a collaring. True, it was a BDSM kind of tradition, but the significance was perfect for the trio. Chase had a special anklet made especially for him to place on Randa’s ankle, by a jeweler that Sam had recommended. The chain had a diamond encrusted hidden lock, assuring the only way it could be removed was with the key Chase would wear around his neck.

All right ladies, no talking of maiming my men. They won’t be hurting me. My boys were very specific about the consequences if they did. Okay?

With laughs all around, they all ooh’d and aah’d over Randa and how beautiful she looked. The dress wasn’t white though. Randa had refused to wear the color again. She said she’d worn it twice and the results of those marriages were disastrous, so she had chosen a dress that she could wear again to any occasion.

It was Emerald green with lace over the top, and a silk sheath of the same color lay beneath. The dress fit Randa perfectly. With an empire waist, and halter top, she was cupped and draped in all the right places. No bra could be worn with it, but her bikini panties matched. She topped the outfit off with a pair of four inch black, peep-toed heels. Around her neck was a set of pearls that her men had given to her when they found out their surrogate, Vanessa, would be giving birth to their twins. Each man had fertilized an egg of Randa’s, and they were expecting in six months. Pearl earrings given to her by her boys matched the necklace.

The whole day would be shared with their closest friends, and her grown sons. Bradley showed up at Randa’s door that morning in his Class-A dress uniform, and Colton bought himself a black Armani suit. No date for Bradley, but Colton would be bringing the young lady he was currently dating, Ashley. In total, the guest list would be less than twenty, but it was everyone that truly mattered.

***

Josie stepped through the sliding glass door of Sam’s house leading to the backyard. All of the men were next door and the ladies and Randa’s sons were at Sam’s. Max and Baby, the dogs of the family, had been groomed and given wedding finery as they would be part of the ceremony. As she stood in the shade of the awning, she heard noise coming from next door. It seemed one of the guys was getting away from the chaos too. The ceremony was due to start in about a half an hour, after the two officiating men showed.

She peered over the fence and saw him. Tall, probably at least six feet, dark hair, and he was dressed in a very stylish suit. In his hand was a beer which she suspected would upset Randa if she knew. As he turned to her, she drank in the sight of him. Sam Jensen. They’d met when he brought his dog in for a checkup. She saw him again at the BBQ Randa and her guys threw to introduce all of their friends. It was so very awkward to know that someone outside the fetish club she attended knew her. And he was a good friend of the men about to marry her friend. Not to mention, they had been overtaking his home for the past few hours while they readied Randa for her big day.

***

As if someone had taken his head and twisted it like he was a puppet, Sam’s head turned toward his house. Standing outside in the shade was Randa’s friend and his friends’ co-worker, Josephine Josie Stuart. He had known from the last time he saw her at the coming out BBQ, she wasn’t one for dressing up, but she looked beautiful in the peach colored dress that came to her knees. There were buttons from the bodice all the way to the hem. His mouth went dry as he envisioned unbuttoning each little luminescent button to reveal her charms to him. He knew she saw him, and he mockingly saluted her with his beer bottle then smirked as she ran back into the house.

***

With the glass door shut behind her, Josie leaned against it, closed her eyes, and tried to slow her breathing. Why was she reacting to him like this? She knew he had a reputation for being a playboy Dom at Silence Rapture. No way would he be interested in a bigger, thicker submissive. She’d only seen him scene with the thinner subs.

Aunt Josie, are you okay?

She opened her eyes to see Bradley standing there in all his military glory, staring at her with a concerned expression. He must have thought she was going crazy. And calling her ‘Aunt Josie’? Hell, she was only six years older than him. She’d have to take him to task for that little blunder.

"Hey, Bradley. Yes, I’m fine. And how many times do I have to remind you to drop the aunt moniker? I’m not that much older than you, for goodness sake."

I know, but to see your expression when I do? Priceless. He grinned when he said it. I was sent to find you because the officials are here and the guys are heading over. You ready to get this done?

Fine. You can get me my walker, and then I’ll be ready.

They were still laughing as the front door opened and all the men from next door filed in. Handshakes and the typical bro-hugs were performed. Josie snuck around them all and told them to head out to the back while she went to get the ladies. On the way to the bedrooms she looked over her shoulder, right into the eyes of Sam. Her face flushed and she walked faster.

***

They all gathered out in the backyard. A temporary tent was put up to shade them all from the sun, and would be taken down after to make room for the BBQ and tables to be brought in for the celebratory meal. The wedding vows would go first then the commitment ceremony. Chase and Jack were instructed to keep their backs turned from the glass door until told otherwise. With a nod from Bradley, Josie turned on the docked iPod and the song Never My Love by The Association began to play. Randa had been told the song was picked especially by Chase and Jack for her.

A tremulous smile came over her face as Randa and her boys stood there for a moment while the song played. About halfway through the song, they began to walk toward her men. The men were tapped on the shoulders and instructed to turn around. The looks they gave her had tears threatening to spill. Her men, so handsome, so loving, so hers. If she never remembered another moment for the rest of her life, she would remember this one.

Song ended, the minister cleared his throat, and with a slightly wavering voice began the words to join Jack and Randa. She stole a glance at Jack as he wiped the tears from her cheeks and her sons placed her hand in his then stepped back. Chase handed a tissue to them when the rings were placed on their fingers, and then more tissues were produced when they were pronounced man and wife. Jack then stood off to Chase’s side as it was time for the commitment ceremony.

The shaman—more a friend of Chase’s family due to his background—then began the part that would join Randa and Chase in spirit. He spoke of how perfect love, that soul mate, came once in a lifetime, and sometimes a stumble had to happen before it could truly happen. For Chase and Randa, this was it for them. To Randa’s surprise, Pac and Sam formed a chair of sorts, from their interlocking hands. With a high squeak, Jack surprised Randa by lifting her by the waist and setting her on her human seat. She blushed as Jack then presented her ankle to Chase, who knelt on one knee and fastened the anklet to her leg. She was lowered and handed a chain which had a tiny silver key hanging. Her new second husband bent at the waist and allowed her to fasten the chain around his neck. With a blessing from the ancient spirits and those present they were joined.

With both ceremonies complete, Jack, then Chase took their turns at sealing their vows, their promises, and their love with kisses that could have melted the paint from the house. After the routine of handshakes, bro-hugs, lady hugs, cheek kissing, and of course, tears and smiles, the ladies whisked Randa to the house next door so they could all change into BBQ wear which consisted of shorts, sundresses, and flip flops. The men would change at Sam’s house as soon as the tenting was taken down and the grill brought out and fired up.

***

With the festivities in full swing, everyone could let loose, especially since the minister left and they didn’t have to watch their language. Everyone had pretty much paired off, or trio’ed up in Randa’s case, with the exception of a handful. Luna and Josie were keeping each other company as they weren’t too interested in the men that were not otherwise ‘paired up’. Bradley had no date, but was hanging with his brother and his date. The other men were all playing horse shoes while Chase got his grill on.

Can you believe the arrogance of some people, Luna?

Girl, you don’t have to tell me twice, but which jerk are you talking ‘bout?

The tall, hot one with dark hair.

Josie had a feeling Luna was talking about Iain Sinclair, whom she knew as Sir Sin at Rapture. But the one who caused some restless nights was entirely different for Josie. She avoided him whenever she saw him at the club. Sam Jensen. Sir Sadist, as she thought of him.

Yeah, he wouldn’t even shake my hand, and barely looked my way.

Wait, I thought I saw Iain talking to you earlier?

"Yeah, he was. I remember seeing you talking with Sam. Wait, you havin’ problems with Sam? Why? What’d he do to you? Girl, I have a pipe I carry on my bike and I can have a chat with him if need be."

Josie laughed. Not necessary, biker-mama. He just got me all twisted because of the club we’re both members of.

Oh you mean that Rapture place?

Josie wasn’t necessarily incognito about the fact she was a member of a fetish club, but she wasn’t forthcoming about it either. Randa knew about it, and the others suspected. With the vocalization from Luna, Josie realized she would have to out herself to the whole group soon.

Uh, yeah that place. I’ll tell you about it sometime, just not today. Today is about Randa. Okay?

Sure thing, doll. You know, us girls need to get together more often. Not like I got no time, what with no one hiring an ex-con.

Aw, Luna, it’ll happen. Got to have an upbeat ‘tude. Josie put an arm around Luna’s shoulders. Okay, let’s go see if they are ready to get this party in full swing.

Once all the food was out, and everyone had their plates set, champagne was poured all round and glasses were raised in a toast of the new trio. Laughs and tears were plenty. Mainly, the day solidified the camaraderie of the group. Kitty, with the help of Trace, brought out the special cake she had made and they all enjoyed the wonderful confection. Small gifts were exchanged between the friends and the trio. When Bradley announced he had to head out due to an early morning flight back to DC, Randa had to be consoled he would visit soon. Colton and Ashley drove Bradley back to his hotel.

Soon, the party was down to just five. The happy trio had decided to change into their swim suits after Sam and Josie insisted on doing the cleanup. Since most took care of their mess, there really wasn’t much to do. Despite her anxiety at being alone with Sam, Josie stayed to load the dishwasher, and then bagged up garbage for Sam to set in the garage for pickup. As she was wiping down the counters and stove, she felt him before she saw him and froze.

Turn around, Josie. You’ve avoided me all damn day and I want to see your face.

***

Not two feet behind her, he wanted to pull her to him and press against her ass. He wanted her. He knew she was a member of Rapture, but with the exception of the one night he saw her as he was leaving, he’d never had the chance to approach her.

Sam, I can’t do this tonight. I’m going home and going to bed. I’m exhausted.

Come on, pet, just turn around and talk to me.

See, there you go with acting the Dom and we’re not even in the club. Again, let me leave, Sam.

His hands held up like he was preparing for a mugging, he stepped back. Without even a look into his eyes, she turned on her heel, grabbed her purse, and walked out to her Wrangler.

The lights off, he stood in the doorway and watched her practically run to her car. She climbed in behind the wheel and tried to put the key in the ignition with a shaky hand. He wanted to confront her, but didn’t want to make a scene. He’d rather not spoil the day for his friends. But he swore eventually he’d have that chance to say his piece.

Right before her headlights came on, he had to steel himself to not go to her, yank her out of the car, and press her against the side. He could almost feel her soft lips, her even softer body, and it made him hard as a rock. With a curse, he stepped back, slammed the door, and after locking the house up, went upstairs to try and get some sleep. Fuck, he thought, I need to get her out of my mind.

Chapter One

Sam pulled up in the parking lot of the shop he had been told had a trailer for sale. He’d had an idea years ago of building a mobile dungeon and having private play parties while someone drove. Just the thought made him hard. Or hell, a ‘kidnap scene’? Damn, he wanted this trailer and didn’t even know the condition.

All he knew was it was a reefer trailer—a refrigerated trailer a guy was leasing and couldn’t make payments on. The poor guy needed cash to get out of the lease, so he just needed what he owed. If the trailer was in as good of shape as his source told him, then there would be almost no major work, other than the modifications he wanted to make.

He stepped out of his truck and walked to the door of the shop. Once through, a bell dinged a couple of times and a giant of a man came out of the back. Once they were introduced, he explained about the reefer truck. Since he knew all he needed to be on the lookout for, Sam hadn’t brought along his main mechanic. From what he could see, the trailer had been kept in excellent condition. No rust, no damage of any kind. For the price the guy was asking, it was a steal. Plus, the cost of the modifications would not be as drastic since the trailer would be bought at a song.

The cost of what would need to be done was running through his head. He had already ran the idea by Pac to make the changes he was thinking, and the only non-lifestyle person he could trust to drive would be their friend Trace. Since the dungeon would be mobile, someone would need to have some medical training, and Trace had that. The man could hire on as an EMT if he wanted, but loved his job as a detective with the San Diego Police Department. He also knew Trace had a CDL license from when he was in the military. He had even taken refresher courses to keep his license up to date. Oh yes, this could work perfectly.

Since the asking price was so reasonable, Sam was going to pay the man cash, to make it easier on both of them. He hated seeing other truckers give up on the road, and this one had a family to feed. Not needing the equipment, but wanting to help the man who was full of pride, Sam also arranged to purchase the relatively new propane forklift too. He agreed to more than what the thing was worth, but the thought of a kid going without hit him harder than the price did.

Two hours later, with cash in hand, Sam returned and signed the title paperwork. They loaded the forklift into the back of the trailer and secured it. Sam was waiting for his shop manager to bring the rig over to be able to get the trailer back to the yard. As his manager showed up, hooked up, and drove off, Sam got in his truck.

His first call was to Pac. He knew the man loved to build shit, to re-purpose stuff doomed for the dump. Well, now he could work on re-purposing the reefer into his own mobile playground. He only got voicemail so he hung up. He knew better than to leave a message; Pac was notorious for not listening to them. Almost as if he had no clue how to work his phone. The best thing to do was to wait for a call back. Sure enough, not even five minutes later, Pac was calling back.

Yeah?... Hey buddy, yeah, I got it. Sweet deal too. Kind of felt bad for the guy. I tried to slip him a couple thousand more than what he was asking, but he wouldn’t have it… Huh? Of course I bought something else…Hell if I know what the fuck to do with it. Sam laughed. A forklift. I know, I know… Who cares? I’ll sell it and send him the money. I think he needed the cash quick and was looking for any kind of deal. What? Yeah I know I can be a nice guy, just for god’s sake don’t let it get around. I like people thinking I’m an asshole. Less chance of being taken advantage of.

They talked for a little while longer, and Pac agreed to meet him at the yard in a half hour. In the meantime, Sam would be in his office making a list of what changes he wanted made to the trailer. The draw to this particular type of trailer was the temperature could be controlled. Obviously, it would have normally been used to keep hanging meat from spoiling, but in this case, it would be to keep hot bodies from overheating.

He could picture a worked over submissive, hanging from the rails that ran the length, having been caned. Her body glistening with perspiration. He thought about the lighting he would have installed to spotlight the St. Andrews cross that would be on one end of the trailer. He could almost hear the moans and cries from the sub as the flesh reddened and the lines appeared. He loved hearing the cries and the squeaks. He shifted in his chair, trying to adjust the hard-on punching against his zipper. It was when he reached down and manually adjusted that Pac chose to come through the door without knocking.

You know you’ll go blind if you keep playing with it.

Damn it, don’t you knock?

I did, but you were so engrossed in your dick that you didn’t hear me. Did you want me to leave you alone to bond some more?

All right, wise ass. I get it. You caught me adjusting my shit. Now, can we go over what I want you to do?

Sorry, bro, I don’t swing that way.

Shut up, asshole. I want this trailer up and running as soon as possible. I need to know how much you’re gonna charge me and how long it’s gonna take.

Sam had printed out what he wanted done and they went outside to look at the trailer in question. Pac walked around and swung the doors open then jumped up into the trailer. Sam stood outside watching, picturing the whole thing, how it would look. He could almost see the wheels turning in Pac’s head. His friend jumped down, closed the doors again, and grabbed the pad of paper that Sam had been holding. After he made a few notes, he looked back at the trailer then finished writing.

So? How much and how long?

Pac named a figure that surprised Sam. It was less than he figured, but wouldn’t have cared as long as it got done. Then he was told with working weekends and any down time for his own projects, it could be done in probably a month. This was about what Sam had thought, but it didn’t stop his disappointment from showing.

Okay, can you get me a list of the supplies you’ll need? I’ll get them ordered and hopefully they can be here in a couple days.

Yeah, buddy, I’ll get it to you by the end of the day. I’ll email it and you can order first thing in the morning. Pac looked at him with a smirk. Damn. You kinky guys have expensive toys.

Yeah, but we work hard and deserve it.

Pac just laughed and shook his head. After he repeated his promise to email him that night, he left. Sam had texted Trace and asked him to call when he got off duty or to come see him when he showed for his shift for security at the club. He glanced at the clock and saw he would need to be at the club in an hour, so he locked up the office, locked the gate to the truck yard, and then drove to the house he was renting from Chase and Jack.

Chapter Two

Changed into his leathers and form-fitting black t-shirt, Sam took Romeo outside and let him run around to stretch his little legs and do his business. He loved the house and the level of privacy he had compared to living in an apartment. Romeo loved the house too, especially the backyard when Baby and Max were outside.

Sam couldn’t help but think about the trio next door. They had come back from a weekend cooing and so in love. It was kind of nauseatingly nice. Made him want that, for all of a second. But then all he had to do was think about Sheila and it cured him real quick of the need for matrimonial bliss. True, they had married young, but he hadn’t thought he was asking too much for her to be faithful.

He was plenty happy owning subs for as long as they needed him. There was a bit of a revolving door with his collars, but he wasn’t unhappy about it. He had himself convinced he liked the variety. When in reality, the subs moved on from lack of commitment. Lately, he was enjoying taking on the newest of submissives that put themselves out there. There weren’t a lot of subs he was truly sexually attracted to, but he believed dominating a submissive, male or female, was mostly mental. And yes, he had dominated a male before and would consider one again, but only if necessary. He still preferred women and their soft curves.