It’s not a surprise to me that he had an attractive girlfriend for someone as handsome and kind as him. I was only used to other women who belonged to the Hell Hounds, and some were just as hateful and vicious as the Hell Hounds. I stayed clear of them as much as I could.
Bikers from up and down the east coast were coming into town for Memorial Day holiday ride in the Rolling Thunder event to the Vietnam Memorial Wall in Washington DC. I was never able to enjoy or have any fun with Sid and the Hell Hounds. Only tense situations and confrontations with other bikers, fights in the back alleys of bars, harassing other women if they got bored with me.
It was Saturday night, and I was looking forward to helping at the clubhouse. Not only were members of the Chaos Kings coming out to celebrate, but their biker friends from up and down the east coast would be there. I think I made a good impression on the President’s lady, Magg and some of the ol’ ladies and friends of the club this week.
The Chaos Kings clubhouse was much nicer than the Hell Hounds. From what Ratchet, well James, told me, the huge warehouse was on a lease. The President, VP and other club members put their money together to pay the monthly rent and the property owner was good with the club constructing it the way they wanted. It was all legit. There was a bar that was very elaborate for what I was used to, and the other half was a wide-open area with old couches, huge floor rugs, two pool tables, some dart boards and even a digital music jukebox. The members all were gifted with skills, from carpenters, mechanics, electricians, HVAC, and even a few tattoo artists. They even sectioned off the other side of the bar and built walls for a few private bedrooms with bathrooms and showers, for anyone who needed a place to crash and recoup from a crazy weekend.
I helped as much as I could with cleaning the rooms, bathrooms, and the bar area. Ratchet introduced me to some of the ol’ ladies and women that came by to hang out after work or help with things around the clubhouse.
I met Tanya, a long-time childhood friend with some club members. She was very kind to me and had such a care-free personality, like a butterfly fluttering around to talk to everyone. They all seemed to like her. She had light brown hair and very pretty with eyes that always seemed to be smiling, even if she wasn’t.
“We’re gonna have a fun time this weekend. I guarantee it, Sam. I’ll introduce you to some of the other gals here. We call ourselves the Chaos Coven … muwahaaa haaaa…” Tanya’s laugh was low.
“Some of us can be little witches and bitches sometimes, but not all of us are back-stabbers… And watch your back with Mandi. She’s got her claws in Ratchet right now. I don’t know what Ratchet was thinking. Well, sometimes they think with their other brain I guess.”
I smiled at her last comment. Men do have two brains.
“Well, its true, Sam. Men think ninety percent of the time with their dicks and the other ten percent of the time with their other brains.”
“I met Mandi the other day. She hates me already since she saw me on Ratchet’s bike. I’ll just steer clear of her.”
I met Madge, the President’s ol’ lady. Parts of her body displayed some beautiful ink. Some were old school, and some were more colorful and detailed. She wore red lipstick that emphasized her red hair and fair skin, and her style of dress was rockabilly pin. I thanked her for picking out the nice clothes for me.
“Anytime, Hon. You’re cute as a button,” Mag said hugging me.
“I must have done a fantastic job cause Ratchet can’t take his eyes off you,” she tilted her head, winking.
I didn’t agree with her on that. I was plain Jane. I didn’t have any women friends I could relate to, or do fun girl things like going clothes shopping together or girl night out.
Ratchet came by the clubhouse during the week and brought me breakfast and lunch during breaks. He worked with his brother, Gunner at Mack’s Towing Company. He’d have a smoke then head back to work. I didn’t say much to him. I didn’t know what to say. He didn’t ask me any questions or pry, which made it easier for me. And his eyes. That chestnut color. They mesmerized me, drew me in, making my stomach do somersaults. Sometimes I caught him staring at me. Like he was struggling to ask me or tell me something, but never did.
But I kept my wall up. Stayed alert. Fight or flight. I woke up with a nagging feeling. Would this be the day Sid comes to take me back with him and the Hell Hounds? Did he know I was hiding out here with the Chaos Kings? Would he hurt Ratchet? Would he kill him? Would he kill me?
That’s why I didn’t tell Ratchet anything. Where I came from. How I became Sid’s property. My life with Sid and the club. The horrible things they made me do. I was afraid that he would see me as just another used up club whore. He had his Chaos brothers, and a girlfriend. Why did even want to help someone like me?
Ratchet
It was Saturday night, and the clubhouse was packed. Cigarette, cigar and that sweet scent of weed surrounded me. All my brothers were here. So were a large number of friends of the MC ready to do damage that some would regret by the end of the holiday weekend.
I had a few shots of cheap whiskey with Gunner, along with four or five beers already, surveying the crowd and watching Sam’s every step as she helped behind the bar. She wore a black tank top with a pink skull on it, and another pair of those tight ass jeans hugging her plumper curves that I helped with. I made sure she had three meals every day which helped put a little bit more weight on her. And it showed. My dick still got hard every time she smiled, or when I watched her little sweet ass when she walked around the clubhouse.
“So, looks like Sam is gettin’ along ok at the clubhouse, brother. She did a damn good job of cleaning up around here. Made it look like a party clubhouse rather than the typical shithole,” Gunner just said what I was thinking. Other than watching Sam’s every move, I noticed how the place looked better and smelled better too.
“Ever get your dick wet yet? That was your plan that night at Bike Week, right?” he chuckled.
“No, brother. Not gonna fuck her. She’s been through some bad shit. I don’t even know much about her. She won’t talk about it. I’m just making sure she gets some food in her. And she is helping around the clubhouse as payback for taking my money. Besides, I have Mandi to get my dick wet. She’s all about how good she looks, but she likes a good bangin’ anytime I want it.”
Gunner crashed his bottle to mine, “Nothin’ wrong with that, brother.”
A few more shots of whiskey and a couple of smokes later, I had a good buzz goin’. The jukebox was playing “Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry, and some of the chicks were dancing on the pool tables, gyrating their hips and shakin’ their asses. Some tops started comin’ off too, and my club brothers and their friends were cheering the chicks on. Not only was this a ‘damage your liver weekend’ it was also ‘who’s gonna get laid, and how many times this weekend’.
Even with the loud music, hollering and cussing, I still had my sights on Sam. I watched her every move. And every motherfucker there checked her out at least once. She was popping the top off a bottle and handing it to one of my brothers who everyone calls Magnet. As in – ‘Chick Magnet’. He never had a problem finding a chick to bang. He was a sweet talker, and the chicks said he was good lookin’ and good at fuckin’ too. Whatever Gunner just said didn’t register when I saw Sam smile at Magnet. That same smile she gave me, making me hard in my jeans and my heart pound at double speed in my fuckin’ chest.
My legs moved. I sauntered over to her, tossing my empty bottle in a trash barrel. I was behind the bar, and directly behind Sam. I placed both my hands on the bar, caging her in between them.
“Don’t spend any more time on this one, Magnet. She’s with me.”
Hearing my voice, Sam snapped her head around her eyes level to my chest. And I got a quick whiff of her hair. That sweet scent of strawberries again…
“That’s cool, Ratchet. The night’s still young,” he smiled and winked at Sam and left his bar stool to find another chick to sweet talk.
/> I was super curious and looked down at her as he walked away, “So, what did Magnet say that made you give him that smile Sam?” The whiskey shots were doing its job and spiking my dominance over her.
“He just told me it was nice to see a fresh face behind the bar. So, I thanked him and smiled. That’s all.”
“Well I didn’t like it, Sam…”
“I just smiled…”
“I didn’t like it…,” I repeated.
Her lips parted, and I couldn’t stop staring at them. So soft, I wanted to taste them again. I reached up and grazed my calloused thumb across her bottom lip. And her eyes suddenly had a spark to them.
“When I saw you sitting there alone at the bar the first time, do you know what was in my head, Little Rabbit?”
She shook head, but kept her eyes locked on mine.
“I pictured these sexy lips of yours wrapped around my hard dick.”
She gasped, and her eyes widened. And that’s when I leaned down and licked her lower lip.
“But now that I’ve tasted your lips, I wanna taste your pussy. And I bet it tastes as fuckin’ sweet as this mouth of yours.”
My eyes moved past her lips to the curve of her tits. Her nipples were hard, like little pebbles pressed against her tank top. “And I bet you wanna know what my tongue would feel like in that sweet little pussy don’t you, Sam?”
My dick was rock hard and pressing up against the front of my jeans. I was standing so close to her, and I knew she could feel it against her like she did that night in the motel room. I reached up and traced my finger around the hard nipple over her tank top lightly. Making little circles, and felt it bead up even more.
“I can see you’re not wearing a bra, Little Rabbit,” I mumbled low so that only she could hear.
“Heads up, Ratchet. Two o’clock… Mandi…” Gunner broke my concentration on her delicious tits.
I looked out over the crowd and saw the wildcat coming straight my way.
“Best I stop, Sam… I’ll let you get back to it.” I stepped back from her. Her hard nipples still poking through her tank top.
Sam
When James stepped away from me, I was breathing funny and felt a tingling between my thighs. My nipples were hard, and they ached. When he touched one, it sent a jolt of liquid warmth from my nipples down to my pussy. I had never felt these things before. I noticed his hard-on against me too. He was gentle, and his touch didn’t repulse me, like Sid’s or other men who hurt me before.
As he walked away, I inhaled a deep breath to gather myself. I turned back to the bar and helped hand out bottle after bottle of beer to club members and bikers. And I hoped that Mandi didn’t see what just happened between us. I looked their way, and she was pointing her finger at his chest and saying something, her eyes wide. She looked right at me, and I looked away.
Ratchet seized her forearm and pivoted her around smacking her rear and directing her to walk in front of him toward the bedrooms past the bar. She swayed her hips, her jaw jutted out, in her cut off jean shorts that showed off her long legs and red stiletto heeled sandals.
I leaned on the bar folding my arms in front of me. I watched everyone having a good time, gathering myself, trying to calm my racing heart. Gunner appeared and sat on the barstool.
Some of the men of the Chaos Kings, like Ratchet and Gunner, were ruggedly handsome. Gunner was also covered in tats like most of them, with dark brown hair. He always wore a five o’clock shadow on his square jaw. He had blue eyes that had an appealing squint to them like he’d been in the sun most of his life.
“Hey Sam, any more Buds back there?” I dug through the ice in one of the tubs, twisted the top off and handed it to him.
He took a gulp and grinned. “Thanks, darlin’. You’ve been a major help around here this week. Just wanted you to know that in case Ratchet didn’t,” he said with a wink. Glad Ratchet didn’t see that.
“It was the least I could do... And thank you…for last week.”
“Not a problem. You were knocked out cold. Glad it was us that found you back there.” Gunner turned around to watch some of the girls dancing on the pool tables. “Nice,” He chuckled, nodding his head as the girls bumped and ground on each other.
“Chaos Kings are good people, Sam. Ratchet is good people. I don’t know much about you, but you don’t have to be afraid of us. We’re not like the Hell Hounds. We don’t beat on women.”
“I can see that, Gunner. Not something I’m used to though.”
“Yeah… well… the world is a big place. And its fucked up sometimes. There are good people. Bad people. And there’s scum lowlife’s like the Hell Hounds. You’re in a better place here than there, Sam.”
He took another swig from his beer. “Just have a good time tonight. We Chaos definitely know how to do that!” he winked again and sauntered over to a group of his brothers and other bikers.
Ratchet
I followed Mandi into the bedroom next to the one Sam was sleeping in for the past week. She turned around as I shut the door and latched onto me in two blinks. Clutching my kutt with both hands, she planted a hard kiss, then drove her tongue into my mouth. She had that cinnamon taste from too many shots of Fireball. I nudged her off me and broke that sloppy kiss.
“Oh, Ratchet. Why do you wanna rub up on that skank? I heard she belongs to the Hell Hounds MC. And you know those dogs fucked her way too much. She’s all used up,” she whined looking up at me, batting her fake glued-on lashes.
At that moment, I really looked at Mandi. And I saw real her. I realized there was nothing attractive or sexy about her. The fake tits, fake lashes, fake smile, fake howling when I fucked her. She liked it. But I didn’t. Sam was real. The real smile, real tits that would look so good bouncing as she rode my hard dick. I couldn’t get those images of her out of my head.
“I’m only telling you once, Mandi. Leave her alone. She’s been through shit. Shit you could never come through and survive. She doesn’t belong to the Hounds anymore. That’s why she’s here. You know my history. I wasn’t gonna just leave her at the Crow Bar.”
“Baby, I do know your history. Your dad... your mom. That wasn’t your fault what your mom did. She took the easy way out. She wasn’t woman enough to handle men like you. Like your dad. Strong men... So alpha-“
I seized her arms. “Not woman enough, huh? My piece of shit father was not an alpha! He was a fuckin’ bully. A sadistic fuck and a waste of space.” I pushed her off me.
“Fuck off, Mandi. Go find another cock to suck. I’m done with the fake.”
She was on her knees. Unbuckling my belt, looking up at me, “Oh please, Daddy... I’ll suck your cock off really good… You can choke me with it... please, Daddy.”
I bent and pulled her up off her knees, “No, Mandi. I’m done. “
I released her, turned and walked out the bedroom door. And that was the end of fake. I wanted real. Sam was real.
Two AM. I was exhausted. There were drunk and stoned bodies passed out in the rooms, on the couches, and the pool tables. Ratchet stayed clear of me for the rest of the night. He walked out of the bedroom without Mandi. He avoided looking at me, frowning, and clenching his hands into fists while walking out of the clubhouse to a lot full of parked bikes. Mandi came out a few minutes later. She walked past the bar and glared at me. She blew me a kiss and winked. She veered and sauntered over to of a group of bikers. Her chest arched a bit, showing cleavage, and she started to dance to the music on the jukebox. She gained the attention she was aiming for and took a drink of one of their beers.
I searched for Ratchet, over the passed-out bodies and my heart sank when I couldn’t find him. I wanted to be next to him. He must have left the party after he stormed out of the room where he left Mandi.
I was the last one left awake, so I dragged my feet down the hall to the room that I had slept in for the past week. I opened the door, and I jumped. Ratchet was there sitting on the bed, and resting up against the headboard. His black r
iding boots were crossed at the ankles, smoking a cigarette while looking right at me.
The side of his mouth lifted into a half smile. “Didn’t mean to scare you… Just didn’t feel like going home tonight. Figured I’d stay the night here with you. Come on over. I won’t bite.” He looked down at his hand patting the empty space next to him.
My heart skipped a beat hearing his low rumbly voice. He blew out a drag of smoke, still waiting for me to move.
“I don’t think Mandi would like that idea.”
“Don’t worry about Mandi. I’m done with her. It’s over between us… well. There was really nothing there in the first place. Just realized it tonight like a fuckin’ match was lit.”
I still didn’t move.
“You can’t just stand there all night, rabbit. I’m not getting off this bed.”
“Promise you won’t crowd me again as you did earlier tonight?”
“Well, if you’re gonna stay in the clubhouse, then you better just get used to it,” he raised his voice a bit louder than I’d heard before.
I was too tired and let him win the argument. I walked over and sat in the empty space next to him. He grinned then looked off at the wall in front of him, taking another drag off the cigarette.
“Get some sleep, Sam. It’s been a long night.” I laid down on my side, away from him. Closed my eyes and was fast asleep.
Ratchet was sleeping, arm draped over me, snoring lightly in my ear. I slowly slipped out from under his arm, went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and hair and went out to the bar to make some coffee. I brought back two hot cups to the room, and he was the same way as when I left – asleep and snoring. I walked up to the edge of the bed and watched him. There was no tension in his face. Then his one eye opened.
“I hope all the snoring didn’t make you scamper off, Little Rabbit,” he said with a sleepy grumble.
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