Sex Piston (Biker Bitches)

by Jamie Begley

  Chapter Three

  Sex Piston banged her fist on Fat Louise’s door. It took several minutes for Fat Louise to answer the door. Her blond hair was a mess and she was still wearing the same clothes she was wearing the night before.

  “What...?” she managed to get out before Sex Piston pushed her backwards into her mother’s apartment.

  “Bitch, I’m giving you one chance to tell me how I woke up in Stud’s bed and the rest of them sleeping on the pool table.”

  “I don’t know. T.A. told me it was her turn to not drink.”

  “I didn’t. I told you it was my turn to drink. You had your mind on your stomach more than watching our backs.” T.A. glared at her friend.

  Tears welled into Fat Louise’s eyes. “I’m sorry, I made a mistake.”

  Sex Piston eased off her friend as always. She had fucked up, but she was going to make it up to them.

  “You’re going to be at my house at eight in the morning,” Sex Piston told her. “Ma is going to babysit Stud’s kids for a while.”

  “She can’t babysit,” Fat Louise stated in disbelief.

  “I know that. That’s where you come in. Tell mom you’re waiting for me to get off work.”

  “At eight in the morning? She’s a space cadet, but she’s not that stupid,” Fat Louise argued.

  “Then make up something else. I don’t care, but I don’t want Ma left alone with the kids. Got it?”

  Fat Louise nodded her head. “We’ll be okay then? You won’t be mad anymore?” she cajoled. The woman couldn’t handle the thought of anyone holding a grudge against her.

  Sex Piston sighed. “We won’t be mad anymore, but you should have had our backs.”

  Fat Louise nodded. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. But I still think it was T.A.’s turn.”

  T.A. gave her friend a hard shove. “It was your fucking turn! How did you get home?”

  “Bear drove me home last night when you guy’s all got shit-faced and didn’t want to leave. Did something happen?”

  “Sex Piston fucked Stud,” T.A. answered.

  “Was he any good?” Fat Louise asked breathlessly.

  “How do I know? I don’t remember a damn thing,” Sex Piston snapped.

  “If you remember, will you let me know? I’ve been curious. I mean, he really seems like he would know how to fuck really good.”

  Sex Piston clenched her hands by her side to hold herself back from punching her friend. “You’ll be the first to know if I ever remember what happened last night,” Sex Piston threatened her friend.

  Fat Louise finally got the message that she was stepping on fragile ground and shut-up.

  “What were we doing when you left?” Killyama asked.

  “Sitting at the bar, taking shots,” Fat Louise answered. “I tried to get you to leave with me and Bear, but you told me no. Stud was with several brothers playing pool in the back room.”

  Sex Piston again tried to prod her own memory, but came up with a blank. “You guys remember anything?”

  Their “no” was unanimous.

  “The last thing I remember is getting that third bottle of Tequila,” Killyama said thoughtfully.

  “Three bottles?” Fat Louise asked, wide-eyed. “That might explain why you guys don’t remember anything.”

  “I don’t remember the third bottle,” Sex Piston admitted.

  “You remember more than me. I don’t remember the second one,” Crazy Bitch confessed.

  “If someone was doing her job, it wouldn’t have mattered how many bottles we had drunk,” Killyama reminded them.

  “I’m sorry I let you guys down. It won’t happen again.”

  “You’re right about that. The next time it’s your turn, I’ll drink beer.” Killyama snapped.

  Fat Louise’s lips trembled. “I’ll make it up to you; you’ll see.”

  Sex Piston sighed. She had never been able to stay mad at Fat Louise, despite her many screw ups. “Like I said, you can repay me by helping Ma watch those kids.”

  “I’ll be at your house bright and early, Sex Piston. I won’t let you down again. How many kids does he have?”

  “Three,” Crazy Bitch answered.

  “Are they nice?” Fat Louise asked, eager to please.

  “You’re going to love them,” Sex Piston lied.

  * * *

  Stud handed his daughter over to a heavy-eyed Sizzle, who gave him a cheerful smile. Sex Piston was leaning against the doorway, drinking a cup of coffee and giving him her usual fuck-off glare, which he ignored.

  Placing Star’s diaper bag on the couch, he leaned over to kiss his daughter’s cheek. “Later, baby girl.”

  Giving Sex Piston a smile, he left his daughter giggling.

  Stud went back outside and climbed into his truck. Aware Sex Piston was watching from the window, he drove off without glancing in her direction. Going around the block, he took several turns around the neighborhood before parking behind a truck several doors down from Sex Piston’s house.

  Five minutes later, Sex Piston came out and got on her bike. He admired the way she maneuvered the bike onto the road, riding off in the opposite direction from him.

  Skulls had already left for his job, and Stud knew that Sex Piston was heading to open her beauty salon. He was about to pull out and return to her mother’s house and get his daughter when the roar of a car coming down the road caught his attention. A familiar green car pulled into the driveway of Sex Piston’s house.

  Fat Louise hurriedly got out of the car and went to the door, knocking impatiently. Sizzle answered the door with Star in her arms. Fat Louise held her arms out for his daughter and Star went immediately to her. Fat Louise stepped into the house and Sizzle closed the door behind her.

  Stud sat there for an hour, making sure he was right that Fat Louise was Star’s new babysitter whether Sex Piston’s mom knew it or not.

  He started his truck, whistling. He now had the bitches where he wanted them; it was up to Star to do the rest.

  * * *

  Stud sat in Rabbit’s borrowed truck, across the street from the school, watching the schoolhouse. The line for pick-ups was long.

  He whistled to himself as he watched Killyama pulling up to pick up his girls. The unfortunate Assistant Principal checked her list in fright as Killyama waited. Finally, she allowed Meri and Keri to get into the backseat of the car.

  Stud watched as the car pulled out of the school parking lot in the direction of Sex Piston’s home.

  He made himself wait a couple of hours before going to pick up his girls. Sex Piston’s whole crew was there, trying to manage them.

  Star was crying while Crazy Bitch tried to change her diaper. Meri was playing a game on Killyma’s phone while she tried to get it back, and Keri was screaming at Fat Louise for eating her snack. Sizzle sat on the couch, talking on her cell phone while the chaos surrounded her.

  Stud opened his mouth to calm the situation down when Sex Piston came in the door behind him. Taking one look, she took control. Going to Star, she leaned over, expertly taping the diaper closed then lifting the tearful baby and balancing Star on her hip, swaying her into silence. Then she went to the struggling Killyama and Meri. She reached between them, snagging the phone and handing it to a furious Killyama.

  “Shut up!” Silence ensued into the room at Sex Piston’s yell.

  “She downloaded a six dollar game onto my phone!” Killyama said, her fingers trying to clear her phone.

  “Stud, give her six bucks.” Sex Piston held out her hand.

  Stud didn’t argue as he took a ten out of his wallet and placed it in her waiting hand.

  “She ate my snack,” Keri accused Fat Louise.

  “Go make her a new one, Fat Louise,” Sex Piston told her food addict friend.

  “She didn’t want the darn thing until I ate it,” she said, throwing Keri a reproachful look, but still went into the kitchen to make her another sandwich.

  “Don’t bother; I’ll f
ix them dinner when we get them home,” Stud interrupted the women.

  Sex Piston’s mom hung up the phone, smiling broadly at Stud. “They’re precious, Stud. The day couldn’t have gone better.”

  Sex Piston and her crew watched as Sizzle gathered the girls’ things, gushing compliments the whole time. Stud packed the girls’ backpacks and Star’s diaper bag outside to his truck with Keri and Meri following meekly behind him. Sex

  Piston’s friends breathed a sigh of relief as Sex Piston put Star’s jacket on the wiggling child.

  She turned to pack the child outside to Stud only to find him standing behind her. Handing him his squirming daughter, she took a quick step back, but came up short when Star’s hand tangled in her hair. She reached to untangle the child’s fingers just as Stud did. The brush of his fingers against her sparked a jolt of sensation that she disguised by lowering her lashes and moving away.

  Sex Piston went into the kitchen, not waiting for Stud to leave. She pulled together a quick dinner for her parents and her crew. The mundane task eased her tension.

  She came to the conclusion she was going to have to avoid Stud. It should be easy to do; she would spend less time at the Destructors’ club, and come home after he picked up his girls. She was sure she was only feeling the leftover attraction to their spending the night together. Even though she didn’t remember it, obviously her body did.

  She felt better once she had a plan of action. That was how she solved all her problems—determined what the problem was then developed a plan of action that took care of it.

  Stud was a big problem that she had no intention of making more complicated. Her course of action would be to stay the hell away from the sexy biker, which would keep her traitorous body from reacting to his presence. The only thing to do was to make sure Stud followed her plan by staying the hell away from her.

  Chapter Four

  As Sex Piston watched her parents ride away on her pop’s bike after their wedding ceremony, she thought about taking off like her sister had minutes before.

  “Let’s Par-tay,” Crazy Bitch said, going back inside the Destructors’ clubhouse. Killyama, T.A. and Fat Louise waited to see what Sex Piston wanted to do.

  “Sounds good to me. So there is no misunderstanding this time, I’ll stay dry,” Sex Piston said, heading back inside, wishing she had brought a change of clothes. The yellow dress her ma had wanted her to wear for her wedding made her feel too prissy for her own taste.

  Crazy Bitch had already managed to snag them one of the few tables with beers waiting for them. Sex Piston took a seat, ignoring the beer. The music was loud, playing off the noise of the big crowd, and the dance floor was already packed.

  Bear asked T.A. to dance. She looked at Sex Piston for approval.

  Sex Piston shrugged her shoulders, leaving it up to her. T.A. smiled at her with an I’m-gonna-be-bad smile, which Sex Piston returned with a raised brow.

  Bear might think he had a sure thing, but Sex Piston knew her friend well. If he got any vajayjay off T.A., he was going to have to work for it. Everyone thought that T.A. was an easy lay, when she was the exact opposite. She would occasionally give it out, but they had to show the selective woman they were worth admitting to her bed.

  Rabbit was next, claiming Fat Louise for a dance. She jumped to her feet, giving him not much of a choice since she took him by the hand and led him to the dance floor.

  The three remaining women stared at each other before getting to their feet and moving to the dance floor. Sex Piston loved to dance, moving her body to the beat of the music. Killyama was the best dancer of the three, letting her guard down to flow with the music. Crazy Bitch was good, too, dancing to the music seductively, showing off her curvy body that drew more than one male’s eye.

  Sex Piston felt someone move up behind her, his hand sliding across the soft material of her dress as he pressed on her flat stomach until she felt a hard chest against her back. She stiffened when his hips pressed against her ass.

  “Back off.”

  “Not a chance,” Stud answered her demand.

  She tried to pull away when he buried his face in her neck, but he pressed harder against her stomach, pushing her tighter against him. Sex Piston felt his hardening cock against her backside while he kept moving them to the music.

  “Having trouble hearing her?” Killyama asked, taking a step forward. Pike, one of the Blue Horsemen that had come from West Virginia with Stud, stepped forward, blocking her from interfering and then moving her away with an arm around her waist.

  “You having a problem with Pike? Because she’s going to kick his ass,” Sex Piston murmured as Stud’s lips trailed to the back of her neck. She shivered at the sensations he was arousing in her.

  Crazy Bitch kept dancing, waiting for Sex Piston to make up her mind. She had confidence her friend was more than able to handle Stud.

  When his fingers spread across her abdomen, his thumb brushed against her tightened nipple. She jerked herself out of his hold, moving to Crazy Bitch’s side, placing her between Stud and herself.

  His eyes burned into her, daring her to come back to him. “Scared, Sex Piston?” he taunted her.

  Those were fighting words to her. “I’m not afraid of fucking you, Stud. Just did it once, and can’t remember shit about it, so you’re not worth doing again.”

  “I don’t mind refreshing your memory,” Stud offered.

  “You remind me of my sister. She believes in zombies, and you actually believe I would let you touch me sober.” Sex Piston started dancing again with Crazy Bitch, deliberately making her moves seductive, teasing him with what he couldn’t have again.

  Stud’s eyes narrowed on her swaying body as Pike crashed to the floor behind Sex Piston, holding his crotch. Sex Piston didn’t have to turn around to know exactly what her girl had done. Killyama returned to her side, throwing Stud a triumphant smile.

  Sex Piston looked at the crowded club. Seeing Oz, she gave him a luring smile in which he immediately responded to, joining her on the dance floor. Sex Piston began dancing with him, grinding herself against his leg which had slid between hers.

  Stud gave her a grim promise, “The next time I fuck you, you’ll be sober and begging me.”

  “Go fuck those bitches that are waiting for you at the bar and leave me the hell alone.” Sex Piston swayed, giving him her back.

  Stud left the dance floor angrily.

  Sex Piston took a quick peek over her shoulder, but quickly looked away when she saw the grim determination on his face. Her stomach clenched in fear. Stud was no Ace; he was letting her know he wasn’t retreating. He was merely waiting until she didn’t have all her crew as protection.

  She didn’t need their protection; she was more than able to handle the horndog without their help. She would just stick to her plan to avoid him. It had worked for the last couple of months. Christmas had been dicey because her parents had invited him over to their house several times. Besides that time she had always managed to disappear when he had come over with his kids in tow.

  She hadn’t been able to resist buying his kids several toys for Christmas, managing to convince her mother to tell them she was the one to purchase them.

  Her ma was still attempting to baby-sit, but Fat Louise had actually taken over the role until Sex Piston got off work in the afternoon. She had drawn closer to the older girls, unable to remain aloof, their attitudes not bothering her.

  She was fully cognizant of the fact she had one weakness in her armor, and it was freaking kids. She loved kids. She loved the quick affection they bestowed, the curiosity in their eyes, and that they provided an outlet for her softer side, which she had buried deep.

  Star was easily the most open of the three, but that was because she was so young. Meri and Keri were another matter. Meri and her had become bff’s, but Keri was more quiet and sullen, disliking her. Although, Sex Piston noticed that Keri treated everyone that way, even her father.

  Sex Piston actu
ally liked the little girl thinking she was above average in her intelligence and her wit. She was able to give smartass come backs, which Sex Piston could appreciate. When she thought no one was looking, Sex Piston saw a deep sadness in her eyes, which had her wanting the girl to confide in her.

  She squashed those warm and fuzzy feelings down, though, seeing the threatening glare from the girls’ father from across the room.

  “Let’s go to my place,” Killyama said.

  “Sounds good,” Sex Piston responded, taking Oz by the hand.

  Her crew followed with their respective pickups.

  Going out the door, Sex Piston felt Stud’s anger as he realized Oz was leaving with her.

  “He looks pissed,” Crazy Bitch warned her friend.

  “Good,” Sex Piston said, unconcerned, as Oz’s arm slid across her shoulders. Restraining herself from shrugging it away, she waited until the door closed behind them before doing just that.

  Climbing into the passenger seat of the car, she was aware of the four bikers preparing to follow them back to Killyama’s house. She leaned her head back against the headrest and then turned her head to look outside the car window, realizing for the first time she was getting tired of the partying, wanting to go home and go to bed instead. A sigh escaped her.

  “What the fuck’s wrong with you?” Killyama asked.

  “Bored with these shitheads.” She shrugged.

  Crazy Bitch leaned up from the back seat. “Got something that will put your panties in a twist.”

  “What’s that?” Sex Piston asked over her shoulder.

  “I got us tickets to the races next month,” Crazy Bitch bragged.

  “Hell yeah.” The women laughed in excitement.

  The bike races only came once a year to the huge coliseum in Louisville. Each of them had their favorite riders and they would place bets with each other that their biker would win.

  Life was suddenly lightened again as they began coming up with their bets. Laughter floated through the night as the green car drove toward Killyama’s house.