Then, I heard a growing hum in the distance. I could feel the ground vibrating subtly as something powerful approached. I turned around and looked down the road.
A thick, metallic hog was coming towards me. Its headlight was shining bright. The man sitting on the bike was older—with a great big long grey beard. He was thicker, and didn’t wear a helmet while he biked. He looked like a member of ZZ Top.
He slowed as he approached the red-light district. He looked left and right, scanning the different girls.
Not many people liked being picked up by bikers—myself included. But tonight, I needed what I could get. I needed anything. I walked up to the curb and stood tall. I bit my lip flirtatiously and winked at the oncoming biker.
I could see a smile wipe across his face. I was what he was looking for.
I had mixed emotions. There were a lot of gangs in the area, and Matthew told us to avoid any gang activity. He warned us that the gangs were looking to snatch girls up—to be ‘gang girls’, or ‘private prostitutes’.
The bearded biker pulled up next to me. He looked me up and down for a moment before saying anything.
“Hey babe,” he said.
“What’s going on, honey?” I asked.
“You feel like working a party?” he asked.
“What kind of party?”
“A few boys—Haven’t seen any action in a while.”
I felt a cold wind cross over my body, and my hairs stood up on the back of my neck. “I don’t do party discounts or anything,” I said.
“That’s fine. We’ve got money. What’s your rate?” he asked.
I thought for a moment. “Two-fifty an hour,” I lied. “Per person.”
“I’ll give you a thousand for the night,” he said.
I thought about it—I wanted to say no, but this was the best opportunity I was going to see all night.
“O—Okay,” I said.
“Hop on,” the man said. He patted the back of his seat.
Carefully, I climbed over onto the hog. It was warm, and it sexily hummed and vibrated as the biker man revved up the engine.
“What’s your name, honey?” he asked.
“Bubble gum,” I said.
“I’m Hunter,” he said.
“Nice to meet you, Hunter,” I said.
“Likewise,” Hunter said as he took off.
I looked to my side. All of my hooker friends watched as the biker took me away. I could see in their faces that they knew I was risking myself. It was a worthwhile risk—a thousand bucks was enough for me to pay off my debt to Matthew, and more.
We drove outside of town, to a rundown little bar in the country. There was a parking lot filled with shiny metal hogs. Also in the parking lot were large drums full of fire, with men standing around them—burly biker men with beards and leather coats. Almost every single person in the lot was smoking a cigarette.
We parked, and then Hunter led me across the parking lot. Heads turned and looked me up and down as my heels clicked against the hard cement lot. One particularly old and creepy man smiled, showing off his toothless mouth. Another man had a long, fresh looking scar across his face. I was starting to regret my decision to take the job from Hunter.
The bar was booming. The music inside of it was loud, and the deep bass of the classic rock tunes rocked all the way to the street. Every time someone walked in or out of the bar, you could hear a loud snippet of the music as the door was opened briefly.
Hunter walked up to the small, iron door and held it open for me.
I forced a smile and then walked in.
The room was filled with cigarette smoke, and smelled like a bottle depot. It was stale. There were a number of occupied pool tables, and all of the thirty or forty men in the joint had a beer bottle in hand. Almost every single man had a beard.
“These are the boys,” Hunter said.
My heart stopped—I couldn’t possibly please all of these men. I was overwhelmed.
“A—All of them?” I asked.
Hunter laughed. “Not all at once,” he said.
Hunter put two of his fingers into his mouth and then whistled loudly, pulling over the attention of every man in the bar. The man at the bar turned down the music.
“Listen up,” Hunter said.
The bar went silent, as a room full of horny, burly men looked me up and down.
“Here’s tonight’s entertainment. I’s shy, so make my feel welcome, and remember that there’s more than one of you—so if you’re up first, don’t wear my out.”
I felt faint. I scanned all the eager faces in the crowd—none of these men planned to go easy. None of these men were going to be gentle. I would be lucky to leave the place in one piece.
“My name’s Bubble Gum. Bubble Gum, these are the boys,” Hunter said again.
Men whistled and cheered.
“Show us your tits!” someone in the crowd yelled.
I forced an awkward smile. “Take it easy, fellas—There’s a lot of night still ahead of us,” I announced.
“I want my first,” one of the scarier men said. His face was weathered, and scarred all over. He looked like the kind of guy who was incapable of smiling. His eyes were dark and brooding.
Chapter 5
On The Run
“Is there a ladies room I could visit before we get started?” I asked Hunter.
Hunter laughed. “There’s a room for ladies but I wouldn’t exactly call it lady-like,” he said.
“Where is it?” I asked.
“It’s just across the bar, down the hall and to the left,” he said.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, as I excused myself for the bathroom.
I walked across the bar, and every single head followed me on the way. A hard sharply spanked my ass as I passed a pool table, but I pretended not to be phased by it.
“Hope you like it in the ass, baby,” someone said.
I turned down the hallway and began to walk away from the crowded room, towards the bathroom.
Standing in the hallway was a tall man. He was muscular, and had a clean stubble beard. His hard was dark, and his eyes were a bright blue. He was rather handsome, and he was smoking a cigarette. He looked over at me. I looked away from him sharply, and continued towards the bathroom.
There was a worn out picture of a woman on the door. I walked in.
The room smelled terrible. There were posters of naked girls hanging over cars and bikes, and the walls were covered in old cum stains. The toilet was stained with horrible brown and yellow, and there was a broken window about six feet above the ground. There were broken bottles everywhere.
I walked up to the broken mirror on the wall and looked at myself. There were tears forming in my eyes.
I couldn’t go through with this. I began to hyperventilate. I looked up to the broken window. Maybe I could fit through and make a run for it. I walked up to it and reached my hands up to the ledge.
I tried to pull myself up, but I wasn’t strong enough. I tried again, almost making it up, but my hand slipped, and I cut myself on a piece of broken glass.
“Fuck,” I muttered, as I grabbed my fresh new wound. Blood dripped down from my hand.
I was determined to try again. I reached back up to the ledge with my bloody hand.
“Where do you think you’re going?” a voice said behind me.
I turned around to the voice. It was the scary man with the weathered and scarred face. All of the hairs on the back of my neck stood up straight. I tried to think of an excuse, but nothing came to mind.
“You wouldn’t be takin’ our money and leavin’, would ya?” he asked.
“N—No… I—I was just…” I tried painfully hard to think of anything to say, but I couldn’t.
“You aren’t goin’ anywhere, baby,” the man said. He reached for his belt, and began to undo it.
I felt cold and weak. My legs trembled and I froze in my place.
The man began to walk towards me as he slipped
his pants down, just below his crotch, along with his boxers, releasing his long, semi-erect cock. He took the long, burly shaft in his weathered hand and started to stroke it.
“Bend over the toilet,” he demanded.
I turned and looked down at the rotten, disgusting toilet. I remained frozen in my place.
Suddenly, the man pulled out a large pocketknife and held it out.
“Do it,” he said.
I could feel cold sweat forming on my forehead as my legs continued to tremble. I turned slowly to the toilet and tried to swallow my pride.
“Slip down those slutty panties,” he demanded.
Slowly, I reached down and began to slip down my panties. I looked forward, and closed my eyes tightly.
I felt the man’s cold, weathered hands grab the sides of my ass tightly. I took a deep breath in.
Bam!
Suddenly, the cold hands were released from my body, and something thrust the scary man into the cement bathroom wall.
I turned around swiftly.
The handsome man with the stubble beard had the scarred man pinned against the cold cement wall. He was pushing his face hard against the wall. The scary man swung backwards with his long knife, and the handsome man dodged it narrowly.
The bearded man pushed back, releasing himself from the hold, and thrusting my saviour against the bathroom stall. The armed man threw himself towards the mystery man and the two wrestled. I looked back up towards the window.
I needed to get out of here—it had become a life or death situation. I reached up and grabbed onto the ledge again. I looked back.
Wham!
The scarred man had thrown the mysterious saviour against the wall, and had knocked him seemingly unconscious. I tried to pull myself up.
Then, two hands grabbed my legs and pulled me back down.
“Spread those legs, honey,” he said, as he pinned me down to the cold bathroom floor.
Smash!
The terrifying man was knocked out cold by a swift smash from a piece of broken cinderblock. Blood trickled out from his motionless head.
I looked up slowly at my saviour.
“Let’s get you out of here,” he said.
He helped me up and walked me to the window. He took off his leather coat, and laid it over the broken window ledge, to protect me from the broken glass.
“Put your foot on my hands,” he said, as he offered his hands to hoist me up.
I put my heeled foot down on his hands, and he lifted me up. I managed to shimmy my body through the window. He pulled himself up, and followed behind me.
We found ourselves behind the chopper bar, in the cold autumn night.
“This way,” the mysterious man said, taking me by the hand and leading me around the building.
“Hey,” a voice yelled from behind us.
It was Hunter. He was holding a rifle and aiming it right at the stubble-faced man.
“What are you doing, Axel?” Hunter asked.
“This is no place for a girl like this,” Axel, my saviour, replied.
“That’s not for you to decide. We paid my,” Hunter said.
“She’s too young,” Axel said.
“You killed him, Axel. You killed Bull Dog. They aren’t going to let you get away with that,” Hunter said.
“Are you?” Axel asked.
Hunter stood silently, holding his rifle, aimed right in our direction. After a moment, Axel turned and took me with him, towards his parked bike. Hunter kept his rifle aimed at us, as we got onto the bike, and rode off.
“They’re going to find you, Axe! They’re going to find both of you!” Hunter yelled as we sped down the road.
Axel’s bike was fast—ferociously fast.
We ripped down the lonesome road, further out into the country. Wind blew my long hair as I held tightly onto the mysterious rescuer. We rode in silence for about an hour, eventually pulling off the road in the country foothills, and parking behind a little hidden cliff.
“We’ll be safe here for the night,” the stubble-faced man said.
He walked around and started to gather small fallen branches to make a fire.
“Your name is Axel?” I asked.
“That’s right,” he said.
He continued to gather branches. He brought his collection over to a small clear patch and he dropped them all down. Carefully, he arranged them into a tipi formation, and pulled out a matchbook.
“Your name isn’t really Bubble Gum, I assume?” Axel asked.
“It’s Haylee,” I said.
“You’re too young to be a prostitute,” he said.
I didn’t respond. I just continued to watch him as he made the fire.
“You’re going to get yourself killed taking jobs from bikers,” Axel said, without looking up at me.
“You’re a biker,” I said. “You don’t seem like a bad person.”
Axel didn’t respond. He blew on the fire and flames started to rise out of it. He’s made the fire quickly, and with great skill.
“Why did you rescue me?” I asked.
“It’s late—you should get some sleep,” Axel said. “We’ll need to keep moving early. They’re going to come looking for us.”
“Who was that guy you killed?” I asked.
“That’s enough questions for the night, okay?” he said, looking over at me.
I lay my body down. I watched him for a while longer as he sat by the fire, deep in thought. He’d sacrificed a lot for me—and he didn’t have to. I owed him my life.
“Thank you, Axel,” I said.
He looked at me and smiled, for the first time I’d ever seen. “Don’t worry about it.”
Soon enough, I fell asleep by the warm fire.
Chapter 6
The Past Rides Closely Behind
I woke up early, just as the sun began to poke its head above the hilly horizon. I brought myself to my feet. The air was warm, and there was no breeze—the world was still.
The fire from the previous night had been reduced to a sizzling ember. I looked around me—Axel was fast asleep next to the fire.
Over a distant cliff, I could see the sun beginning to rise higher and higher, as the sky turned from a dark blue colour to a golden pink. I walked over to the cliff to get a better vantage of the morning beauty.
It was beautiful, unlike any sunrise I’d ever seen.
I’d never really stopped to appreciate the sunrise—it never occurred to me to do so. Besides, for the past many years, I’d been out so late, working the streets, that I’d never even been awake to see the sunrise.
Ring! Ring!
My cell phone began to ring. I reached into my bra, where I kept it, to retrieve it.
“Hello?” I said, answering the phone.
I started to walk away from our little camp, and into the woods, where I wouldn’t wake up Axel.
“Haylee,” a familiar voice said.
“Matthew?” I said.
“Where the fuck are you?”
“I—I’m with a client,” I lied.
I walked deeper and deeper into the woods. I was way out of sight of the mysterious biker.
“Pepper told me she saw you leave with a biker. You didn’t take a job with a biker, did you?” he asked.
“No—It—It was one of my regular clients. He bought a bike. He’s—He’s having a mid-life crisis.”
“You’re an awful liar, Haylee,” Matthew said.
I was silent for a moment. “I’m not lying.”
“Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”
I stood frozen. It was true—I was a terrible liar. I tried to think of another lie, but I was too overwhelmed. I just stood silent.
“Haylee?” Matthew said with an angry tone. “You better not be ditching town with my money.”
“C—Can I call you back?” I asked.
“No—You’re going to tell me where you are,” Matthew said.
“Drop the phone,” a voice said behind me.
> I turned around swiftly. There was a big, strong looking biker holding a handgun. He pointed the gun directly at my chest.
“Haylee!” Matthew yelled on the other side of the phone call, oblivious to what was happening.
I dropped the phone.
“Where’s Axel?” the man asked.
“A—Axel?” I said.
“The biker you took off with. Where is he?”
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.
“Bull shit, lady. I ain’t dumb.”
I stood in a frozen fear.
“He killed my best friend. He broke the code.”
“I’m sorry—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You have five seconds. If you don’t tell me, you’re dead. We’ll find your friend, no matter what. It’s just a matter of whether you want to die too.”
I tried desperately to think of an escape.
“I—I don’t know,” I lied again.
“Five…”
I took a deep breath.
“Four…”
I closed my eyes tightly.
“Three…”
Bang!
A bullet connected with the biker’s chest, killing him instantly. Behind me, Axel was standing with a rifle. He looked over at me.
“Don’t wander away again,” he said. “Come on.”
I reached down to grab my phone.
“Leave it,” Axel demanded.
Following orders, I left the phone and ran to catch up with Axel.
“Are you insane?” he asked me.
“I was just taking a call—I didn’t know…”
“We need to get far away from here before you’re safe.”
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I don’t know yet. It’s probably better that I don’t know.”
“You never told me why you rescued me,” I said.
He dodged the question, and we continued to walk.
“Axel?” I prodded.
He stopped and turned to me swiftly. “Because I don’t want to see you get hurt—okay?” he barked.
“O—Okay,” I said sheepishly.
“I’ve seen too many girls just like you get used by those guys. Not all of them go home after.”
“But why do you care?” I asked.
He was silent for a moment. “You remind me of someone I used to know. Someone who isn’t around anymore.”
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