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THANKS, FM The Rogue Riders 2013 Re-edit by FertileMind Chapter 2 One month later Fredrick was sitting at the big round meeting table in the conference room of Rogue Riders Motorcycle Club Chapter House with several of his officers. He was President of largest chapter of the Rogue Riders M.C. in the state and he was presiding over their monthly executive board meeting. He asked his Vice-President a question, "Okay Jimbo, what's the deal with these last two meth shipments? Where the fuck are they, did they get lost or what? Who's playing games with our product?" Jimbo snorted, "Fuck no Pres, it hasn't been lost, it's being held up by that fucker Delgado down at the border." Fredrick recognized the name, Delgado was one of the Mexican manufacturers who the club paid to grease the wheels of any products they had coming across the border. The stuff to make meth was easier to get in bulk in Mexico and Delgado had been a steady supplier of finished product for the last couple of years. Jimbo went on, "That crooked fucking Mexican prick thinks he's going to up the price on the product after we made our agreement." Jimbo grinned, "No pun intended Prez, but it's a Mexican stand-off till we can figure something out. We still have our cash, but he has the dope." Fredrick narrowed his eyes, "What's he asking for and why does he think he can get away with it? We've done a lot of fucking business with him, all of a sudden he wants to fuck us for more money?" Jimbo looked at Fredrick, "He says it's the Mexican Border police, their people and the Mexican governments federal cops are putting the squeeze on him for a thousand more for each shipment, but I can't confirm it. I don't know if it's true or if he's just trying to fuck us out of an extra two grand? He raised his eyebrows as he looked at Fredrick and added, "I figured you could send an inquiry?" Fredrick picked up his smart phone and hit the message icon, tapped on the contact number for the Southern Arizona Chapter President. He left a quick coded and encrypted text message and set the phone back down. Fredrick looked around the table and asked, "Okay, what's the next item on the agenda?" Big Dick the Club Secretary spoke up next, "We're running the two new games in the house downtown. Video poker machines and slots, we started this week. Both of them are bringing in good money already. The Poker machines are really hot, the old ladies on social security love those fucking things. Its like bingo on steroids!" Fredrick grinned and nodded, he'd take it anyway he could get it. He knew Big Dick would bring in a good profit, the man was a born gambler. Poker and slots were popular all over, but especially if they were illegal, it seemed to make people want to play even more. His phone buzzed and he read the coded text reply. He looked at Jimbo, "Okay Jimbo, give Delgado the extra two thousand. The Southern Arizona chapter President confirmed it with their contacts. The Mexican Border people are hitting them up for the money. Our profit margin won't change too much. Besides we can make up the difference with the spoiled rich kids from the suburbs who buy that shit. They got a shitload more money then common sense and can cough up the extra cash when we raise prices. Next item?" When no one else had any new business to bring up Fredrick looked at Silverman, the Chapter Treasurer. He spoke next, "I got the financial report. All the wire transfers from the Cayman accounts are settled and posted. All the crew leaders were given their payrolls and they've been distributed to our people." Fredrick's eyebrows rose and he asked, "Bottom line?" Silverman smiled, "Year to date income is up 27% over last year. That's not counting the new meth lab we just set up on our side of the border and has just come on line. We may not have to purchase as much from Mexico much longer if it produces like I think it will. We have a contact in Tijuana who's gotten us a good supply of bulk components for production. Delgado is unaware so if we do it right we may be able to work him out of the picture eventually. We'll add it in at the start of the new quarter. Our local savings account balance is at $103,675.00, and the checking is at $92,779.00. The Cayman accounts are flush with 1.2 million total." It was Fredrick's turn to smile, "Gentlemen, we're having a good year, let's keep it that way. You all know my motto, we live by our rules, we prosper, if we break our rules then only chaos will rule. Order is better then chaos, and far more profitable!" The group laughed and Fredrick didn't have to say anymore. They all knew that since he had been elected President six years ago they had all prospered. Fredrick ran a real tight ship, no illegal drugs of any sort were allowed in the Chapter House unless it was a party night with new pussy being broken in. Then it was only Fredrick that supervised the dosing and the slipping of the drugs to the unsuspecting girl's drinks. It was Fredrick's one kink, sex parties with young preteen pussy. But no one in the club was complaining about being forced to fuck hot young girls. Who gave a fuck if they were 3 years-old or 13 years-old? Fredrick had increased the Clubs and the member's income dramatically over the past few years. And more money for all the members meant no one was going to complain. But if you didn't play by the Club rules, there were consequences. Serious violations usually resulted in banishment or death. Death was rarely enforced and most took banishment if they were given the choice. Being forced from the family of the Rogue Riders forever for their sins was usually considered punishment enough. Death was seldom talked about or necessary. In the past six years it had only been imposed twice. Both times for the survival of the Chapter, both times it was well deserved. Turning on your Brothers, testifying in court against your family, was the quickest and most certain way to earn that sentence. Their Chapter House was state of the art. Fredrick saw the potential in it when it was a small well kept family run motel. That had been not long after he'd been elected to his first term as President of the club. Fredrick knew the owners and had been on good terms with the old couple who ran the place. He used to stop by regularly to chat with them and had gotten them good deals when they needed and electrician, or a plumber to do any work on the place. He asked them to let him know if they ever decided to retire and said he and his club would be very interested in buying the property at a fair price. When they finally decided to retire they gave Fredrick the first opportunity to make an offer. So Fredrick went to the club members and proposed selling the old chapter house and buying the motel to replace it. Fredrick presented the financials to the full membership at a meeting. The members liked the idea. There were a few attached to the old chapter House for sentimental reasons, that was expected. But they put it to a vote and it was approved overwhelmingly. Using the money from the sale of the old chapter house which had been on some prime real estate, the club bought the old motel outright paying cash. They used the extra money from the sale of the old chapter house to do the renovations as well so it cost the chapter zero in all to make the transition. Now the restaurant and bar that was attached to the motel was their main meeting and party area. There were a dozen refurbished motel rooms available to the members and the members could use them or stay in them if necessary for short periods of time for free. Three of the rooms at one end of the motel had been gutted and turned into a large garage and workshop shop for their bikes. Two of the older members, retired in real life lived there full time as care takers, along with several teenage girls, actually chapter sluts who had more or less been raised in the old clubhouse and now were living in the new one. They lived there and were charged with cleaning the place and keeping the bar and kitchen up and they serviced members sexually whenever they wanted it, or for that matter whenever the girls felt like fucking and sucking, man or woman. The girls, Tracy, Jessie, and Shelly had all been preteens when they came to the club and all of them had been raised to perform as sexual playthings for the men and women of the Rogue Riders. Tracy was the oldest of the three and her mother had been the girlfriend of a longtime member. Her mom had passed away but before she died she had given guardianship to her boyfriend who promptly began molesting Tracy who had been 4 or 5 at the time her mother died. After the boyfriend of the woman who had passed learned of Fredrick's predilection for preteen pussy he began sharing her with Fredrick when she was 6. At that particular time in Fredrick's life had access to several preteen Mexican girls and a couple of single mothers who were letting him molest their daughters, and he would bring them all to pedo parties, so the two men came to an amicable agreement to share the spoils. As Fredrick's influence in the club grew, more of the members and more then a few of their wives and girlfriends were also introduced to the pleasures of pedo sex with preteen girls. It was like a drug and after a while many of them were hooked on the sweet delicious act of fucking and sucking with preteen girls. It wasn't long before they were in the majority. By the time Tracy celebrated her 8th birthday she was being shared with all the members of the club. Now at 15 she was a very well broken in chapter slut well versed in the ways of sexual deviancy and perversion and Fredrick was thinking it was about time to start breeding her. Shelly and Jessie were sisters a year apart in age, Jessie was 14 and Shelly was 13, they had the same mom but different dads. Their mother was a devout female pedo who had been molesting both girls from infancy along with her then Rogue Rider boyfriend. Unfortunately the boyfriend who had been a longstanding member in good stead with the club was killed by a drunk driver while he was on his bike, after the drunk had run a red light. Both girls were smoking hot teen sluts who had been raised their entire young lives as pedo fuck toys by their mom. The woman had been left flat footed and more or less destitute after her boyfriends death and had been taken in by the club after her boyfriend was killed. The price of the clubs continued financial support when she needed it was for the girls to then become toys for the entire chapter. That was a no brainer for their mother who loved nothing more then watching the members use her daughters as sexual toys for the entire club. All three girls had been the subject of uncountable preteen gang fucks, blow job parties, circle sucks, ass fucking marathons and had had train after train after train pulled on them. And that didn't even include all the lesbian shows and the dildo and strap on parties the women of the club enjoyed with them. The two older male members who lived there full time opened it everyday and closed it up at night except for one secure door at the rear of the main meeting area. This door was where members with a key code could access the club after the sun went down. The entire place was totally wired for security as well, exterior and interior. There was an in house video system for the sex parties they recorded, no camera shy members allowed in this chapter, and even though their faces were always blocked the rest of their bodies were on display for making movies. Big screened plasma TV's were mounted in every room and a half dozen alone were mounted in the main party area. New rooftop A/C Units kept the place cool and the pool and outdoor areas were landscaped and sweet to look at and use. And all of it was protected from outsiders scrutiny with a custom six foot privacy fence. They even added a pool house, sauna and Jacuzzi, and a weight room. Fredrick had all the old signs and advertising for the old motel taken down. And electronic gate with a coded lock kept the public from getting any closer than the turn off from the highway since the property extended to the road front. It was all private property now and well marked as such. Fredrick was no dummy and the Chapter retained good lawyers for any trouble that came their way. A lot of the old breed members who weren't 100 % on board with the sexual direction the club had taken had retired from active membership, either voluntarily or through strong suggestion. They could stay on but they needed to put aside their concerns and just get used to it. Fredrick and the rest of the members only brought in new pledges that were first and foremost totally perverted, but also pretty well educated and dedicated to a life of illicit profit. But not the kind who were looking for trouble or conflict with other clubs or confrontation with law enforcement. Most people would have been surprised by the kind of men that were part of the Rogue Riders M.C. Club. They had a total membership of one hundred and forty dues paying members, but of that, only eighty-five or so were active. Being active meant they attended club business meetings and club functions. They were also the ones who came to the club almost every weekend and occasionally during the week as well. Among them were six emergency medical technicians two of which were studying to become Physician's Assistants with the club helping to pay for their schooling. There were a couple of paralegals working on their degrees, also with financial aid from the chapter. They had a lot of blue collar guys, men who owned their own businesses out right just like Fredrick. Electricians and masons, contractors and mechanics, plumbers, and even a couple of bar and restaurant owners. All of them were perverted party hounds, even the ones married and with children. A few of whom were currently sharing their preteen kids with select members of the chapter. But most new members were single men, it was inherently dangerous to bring in a married pledge. The wives were always wild cards and they had to be very careful about married men who they targeted for membership. Everyone had good jobs of their own so no one was dependent on the income they earned from the club and its illicit and illegal activities. That was icing on the cake. Even though there were dues to pay they were pretty minimal and the Club was run mostly with the money the Chapter derived from its own business dealings. Many which Fredrick had inherited from past presidents, some of which had been good and some not so good. Fredrick got rid of the gun dealing first; the Chapter had all the guns they needed. Illegal gun trafficking was a headache Fredrick didn't want to deal with. They were hard to transport and conceal so the arguments were made pro and con and the members voted to let it go. It had been a good decision. The ATF could stay busy fucking with white supremacists and skinheads. He didn't need them sniffing up the Rogue Riders asshole. Fredrick also cut out the prostitution, his main interest was preteen pussy anyway, managing hookers, many of whom had drug problems and to many other issues to list was like babysitting only much less profitable. He also decided to get rid of most of the old drug trade they used to deal in. Fredrick didn't like his members all fucked up, moderate partying was okay and not frowned upon, but anything that led to illegal excess was frowned upon. All of the members who were problem children as far as their drug use was concerned had either straightened up, were gone, or were no longer active members. He kept the Meth, the GHB and the Ecstasy business, they were just too profitable to sell off. But the Chapter no longer messed with marijuana or cocaine or heroin. And in the drugs they did deal, they only played the role of importer and middleman. Even the new meth lab they were setting up was going to be run by a third party. No members would be actively involved in day to day production. As the drugs passed through their posession, they added their mark-up and sent it on its way. No one in his Chapter directly dealt illegal drugs on the street or had contact with anyone who did. If any member was caught dealing drugs by the Club it was banishment. If they were caught by the police, and turned on the Club? Well that's why things were going so well for the Rogue Riders, everyone played by the rules. The last thing was Fredrick's baby, but like any business the chapter got its cut of the profits it made. And that thing was the child porn they had been making at the club for years. Whenever there were sex parties with underage girls they were always filmed and the videos professionally edited and sold on the internet, almost always to overseas interests. A members face, male or female was never seen but the girls being used were crystal clear as were the money shots. Money shots like little bald cunts and assholes stretched by large male cocks, or feminine fingers. Those same little girls cunts oozing and dripping semen after being used by countless men. Pretty young preteen faces, flat chests with little nipples, slim bellies, all covered with pools of gooey semen. Asshole dripping fuck juice, the small of their smooth sexy little backs streaked with cum as cock after cock erupted splattering every inch of their smooth skin with fuck juice. Sweet innocent looking little girls sucking cocks with relish, sucking cum from other little girls cunts, or from the cunts of adult women wanting their cunt cleaned or her clit sucked so she could get off with another hard cum thanks to a preteen. It was all for the connoisseur's, the connoisseur's all over the world who collected and paid top dollar for what the Club produced, super heated, screaming hot CP. Fredrick smiled, he was thinking dirty thoughts about Christine and her daughters. He was looking forward to having lots and lots of new raw footage of Christine and her three preteen daughters getting down and dirty with the club members. And thinking about making lots of money from them once he took ownership of Christine Gilbert and her three little girls. He had no doubt he'd be owning them very soon, owning them right down to their very souls, very very soon.