I helped her to a nearby bus stop bench and sat her down. Warthog laid out road flares and directed traffic while I called for an ambulance.
“No, don’t do that, I’m fine, really,” Eldie protested.
“Tell you what. Since I’m not a doctor, and the only doctor I know just got hit in the face pretty good, how ’bout we let the EMTs decide if you’re okay,” I said, handing her a clean bandana from my pocket. “Here, you’ve got some chocolate on your chin.”
“Oh God, I must look like a maniac. I honestly don’t know why I did that. You just... scared me... I guess,” she said sheepishly.
“Scared you?”
“I don’t know,” she said, to the sounds of approaching sirens. “What am I gonna tell the police? They’re gonna take me to jail and lock me up for driving like an idiot.”
“Don’t worry, Doc, I’ve got you. I’ll take care of everything. Just stay right here and let me do the talking.”
* * *
Gina
I was in shock, and not just because of the airbag to the face.
What the actual fuck was wrong with me? Why did I freak out like that?
I was absolutely mortified. I seriously contemplated getting up and throwing myself into oncoming traffic out of sheer embarrassment. One moment I was zipping down holiday road, me and Phil were singing, a bag of Mr. Winston’s chocolate Yum Yums to keep me company all the way to the cabin, then next thing I knew, hottie biker boy is staring at me, and I’m up close and personal with city property.
I can’t believe he was watching me doing my best/worst carpool karaoke. I can’t believe he saw me stuffing my face with chocolate Yum Yums.
A large delivery truck approached.
I mean, seriously, the pain of hurling myself in front of that thing couldn’t be worse than what I’m feeling right now.
I didn’t know why I was so mortified that Clutch had seen me being goofy. If it had been some random stranger that had busted me rocking out to a sold-out crowd in Jeep Stadium I would have still been embarrassed, but I wouldn’t have damn near driven off a cliff to break eye contact. This weekend was not going as planned. If there was even a weekend left to salvage. At this point, I should probably take this as a sign to stay home, but that was the very last place in the world I wanted to be.
The ambulance arrived and the EMTs wheeled a gurney and back board to my bench.
“I’m fine, really,” I said, starting to get up.
“Ma’am, please stay seated, you could have a spinal injury that you don’t know about,” one of the EMTs said.
“I’m a doctor. Really, I’m fine. Just some bruising to my face and ego,” I said, trying to smile measuredly.
“Ma’am, please allow us to look you over and make sure you’re okay, ma’am.”
“Okay, fine just enough with the ma’am,” I snapped.
“Sorry, Doctor,” the EMT said sheepishly.
“No, that’s not what I meant, never mind,” I huffed in resignation and allowed the EMTs to poke and prod me until they were satisfied that I didn’t need to go to the hospital. I eyeballed Clutch nervously as he spoke with the officer from the Sheriff’s department that had arrived. God knows what he was saying to him. As the EMTs packed up, the officer approached me, with Clutch directly behind him.
“Good evening, ma’am, I’m Deputy Aiello, sounds like you’ve had a bit of trouble tonight.”
Great, time for more ma’aming.
“Yes, I guess so,” I said, smiling nervously. Clutch was mouthing “don’t worry” behind the cop’s back.
“Did you get a good look at the driver of the other car?” he asked.
“The other car?” I stayed smiling.
“The one that ran you off the road. The brown Subaru. Mr. Christakos was able to give us a very good description of the car but said he couldn’t see the driver. Did you?”
“I’m sorry. I’m confused. Who’s Mr. Christakos?” I asked.
“The gentleman on the motorcycle. He said he saw the whole thing, and that a brown Subaru wagon with a kayak rack on top ran you off the road and sped off. He said he knew you. That you were a doctor at a local clinic.”
“Yes, yes that’s right. I’m sorry, I’m just a little disoriented from everything,” I said. Clutch was winking and giving me a private thumb’s up while the cop was writing in his log book.
“So, did you?” The cop asked.
“Did I what?”
“Get a good look at the driver?” He looked at me blankly. “Are you okay ma’am? Do you need me to get the EMTs again?”
“No, I’m good, and its Doctor Gardner, Doctor Gina Gardner,” I said.
“Speaking of identification, can I see your driver’s license when you get a chance?”
“Oh, yes, of course. It’s in my purse, which is in the car,” I said, starting to stand.
“I’ll get that for you!” Clutch said.
“Thank you, Mr. Chriznowski,” I said, cringing on my own words. I could see Clutch look back at me, but without my glasses I couldn’t make out his expression.
“Um, no, no I didn’t see what he looked like.” I said, returning my attention back to the Deputy.
“So, it was a man, then?”
I’m sure for Clutch, lying to the police was no big deal, but as someone who was until recently married to a cop, I was sweating bullets. I couldn’t even remember the name Clutch had given the Deputy.
“No. I don’t know. It could have been a woman, I didn’t really see. It could have been a German Sheppard for all I know,” I said, laughing nervously.
“Why would a dog be driving a Subaru?” he asked, flatly.
“Would that be odd? Do they usually drive Hondas?” I asked, then burst into hysterical belly laughs.
Pull it together Gina, this is not the time for one of your nervous giggle fits.
“Ma’am, have you been drinking tonight?” he asked, just as Clutch returned with my purse.
“No,” I said, a little irritated by the question, but still fighting to hold back the laughter.
“I’m sure she’s just shaken up from the whole thing officer,” Clutch said, handing me my bag.
“Is there someone we can call to come get you? A family member or husband?” Deputy Aiello asked.
“Um, no. My... family is all out of town. I’m on my own tonight,” I said, still getting used to how to announce my current status.
“Tell you what.” Clutch said. “The EMTs gave the Doc here a clean bill of health, and we’ve got a tow truck on the way for her Jeep, so how ‘bout once you’re done collecting her information, I’ll make sure she gets home nice and safe.”
“Is that okay with you ma’am?” the Deputy asked me.
“Sure, that sounds good. Thank you, Mr. Chriz... ”
“Christakos,” he said smiling. Ohmigod his smile. When he smiled, every ounce of scariness melted away from him and my insides became gooey.
“I’m sorry, I guess I’ve only ever known you as Clutch,” I said, apologetically.
I suppose, I’d always figured it best to ask the Burning Saints as few questions as possible.
“No need to apologize, Gina,” he said with a wink.
Gulp.
I finished up perjuring myself with Deputy Aiello and, as promised, Mayday, the club’s mechanic showed up to tow my Jeep off to their garage.
“You ready to hit the road?” Clutch asked.
“What? On that?” I asked pointing to his two-wheeled death trap.
“First of all, her name is Charlene and you’ll hurt her feelings if you call her “that,” and secondly, yes we’ll need to ride Charlene to our next destination as my Bentley is currently in the shop next to your Jeep.”
“You have a Bentley?” I asked.
Of course, he doesn’t have a Bentley, it was a joke, you gullible goober.
Clutch smiled wider. “C’mon Doc, you’ll be alright,” he said, and extended his helmet out to me.
“I’m
not sure about this,” I said nervously approaching Charlene.
“It’s okay, she don’t bite... but I might.”
I gave him a stern look, but the mere thought of him actually biting me anywhere made me shiver.
What in the name of Lisa Frank am I doing getting on a motorcycle with an actual biker. And why is the mere thought of Clutch biting me turning me into a cat in heat?
“C’mon, the others have a few stops to make, but you and I can head back to the Sanctuary,” he said.
“The Sanctuary?”
“It’s our clubhouse. It’s also where some of the members live, and where the garage is located. You can sign the paperwork for your Jeep, and I’ll make sure it’s all taken care of, free of charge. Then I’ll arrange for you and your baggage a lift back home.”
“You don’t have to do all that,” I said.
“Sure, I do. After all, it was my fault you crashed,” he said smiling. “If I hadn’t interrupted your concert, you’d be wherever you were headed by now.”
I felt my face get hot and knew I must be turning red.
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” he said lifting my chin. “You have some mad air drumming skills.”
I smiled, blushing even more, and quickly turned my head away. “Okay, that’s enough of that,” I said sternly. “I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll just grab an Uber and meet you at your shop.”
“C’mon Doc, don’t be silly. Just hop on and we’ll be there before you know it,” he said sliding onto his motorcycle.
“I... ahhh... ”
“Lemme guess,” Clutch looked back at me smirking. “The good doctor has never been on a bike before.”
“No, that’s not true!” I squeaked defensively. “David and I rode Vespas in Italy on our honeymoon.”
“You rode Vespas? Like, those little scooter things?” he asked flatly.
“Yes,” I said, heat creeping up the back of my neck from embarrassment.
“Well then, I stand corrected. I didn’t realize you ran with such a rough crowd, Eldie,” he teased while I tried in vain to hide my smile. “Maybe you want to hop up front being as though you’re such an experienced badass.”
“Okay, so maybe I’ve never been on top of a real motorcycle before.” I surrendered.
“On top of a motorcycle?” He burst out laughing and I was sure I must be beet red at this point. “First of all, baby, Charlene is a bike, and you ride on her.”
“Don’t call me that,” I said.
“No, Charlene’s the name of my bike, remember. I know your name is Gin—”
“Eldie is just fine and that’s not what I meant. I meant don’t call me baby.”
“Sorry, Doc. I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just kind of how I talk with the women who hang around our club. Sweetie, baby, sugar pie, they’re terms of endearment to me, and to them.”
“I’m not one of your hang-around girls, Clutch. I’m a doctor and a woman who expects to be treated with respect,” I said sternly. Clutch’s smile dropped completely, and traces of the man that scared me flashed across his deadly serious face. He got off his bike and stepped to me.
“Gina, I’m sorry if I offended you. I’ve always respected you and appreciated what you’ve done for our club. I know you don’t really know me that well, or probably at all for that matter, but I guess I’ve just always considered you one of us. One of the Burning Saints that is.”
The sincerity and softness in his voice did things to my mind, heart, and pussy all at once, and I needed that shit to stop right here and now.
“Please come with me. I promise I’ll keep you out of harm’s way, and that Charlene’ll get us home safely. You never know, you might end up liking the ride,” he said softly.
Yeah, buddy that’s the problem.
My under-stimulated loins were clearly going through some sort of mid-life, post-divorce crisis, and this scary bad boy was doing a number on me. But something inside of me also believed him entirely when he said everything would be alright, and before I knew it, my legs were straddled around Charlene, and my arms were wrapped tightly around Clutch as we sped into the night.
Clutch
Eldie clung to me around every curve, her glorious tits pressing against my back. There was no feeling in the whole world quite like it, and Eldie’s body felt like it was custom made for riding with me. My cock was rock hard and felt like it was going to rip through my jeans. Having Charlene purring between my legs didn’t help matters either. It was probably good that we reached the Sanctuary when we did, because thoughts of what I wanted to do with Eldie were about to distract me to the point of driving us both off the road. Eldie leapt off the bike and removed her helmet which had teased her chocolate brown hair into “fuck me” perfection.
“That was soooo much fun! Can we do it again later?” she asked, clapping her hands rapidly.
“Yeah, sure, Doc,” I said smiling. “We can go any time you want.”
“Is riding a... bike always that much fun?” she asked grinning.
“Look at you pickin’ up the lingo, you’re a real biker bitch now.” I felt like an asshole the moment the words flew out of my stupid fucking mouth, and I quickly tried to take them back. “Eldie, I didn’t mean—”
She was dead silent for several moments before bursting out laughing so hard I thought she was going to burst a blood vessel in her eye. She was in a full-on giggle fit for at least two minutes straight.
“I... can’t... breathe... ohmigod,” she said as she struggled for air. “If you only... knew how far from reality biker... bitch... is from the... real me.”
“I don’t know, Doc, you seemed to take to riding pretty quickly from where I was sitting.”
“Thank you. I needed... a good laugh” Eldie said, using her t shirt to wipe the tears from her face, only then noticing the mudslide of chocolate and slobber that had stained the front of it.
“Oh gross! That’s repulsive,” she exclaimed.
“C’mon, let’s get inside. We’ll get you some water for your shirt, and maybe something a little stronger for you,” I said, guiding her to the gravel path that lead to the Chapel building.
It was then that Eldie noticed the large group of Saints congregating.
“Are there always this many people here?” Eldie asked.
“Oh, shit. I almost forgot. This weekend is our annual club picnic,” I said.
“Club picnic? As in there’s a bunch of people here?” she asked as she ran back and checked herself in Charlene’s mirror.
“You look great, Doc, don’t worry about a thing,” I said.
“I look like I just got back from an exorcism...,” she leaned closer to the mirror, “... where I was the guest of honor.”
“Wait a minute. I think I’ve got something you can change into,” I said, remembering that I had several Burning Saints T-shirts in my saddle bag. Cricket had them made for us to give out to the locals on the streets. All a part of the horseshit campaign to soften our image. I handed Eldie a shirt, along with a bottled water.
“I figured you could use this to clean up.”
She thanked me and looked at the tag on the back of the shirt.
“You don’t happen to have one that’s a size up from this, do you?” she asked, peering into the saddle bag which I quickly closed.
“Sorry, Doc, that’s the largest size I have with me.”
I stared right into her gorgeous brown eyes and lied. I had shirts in one, two and three sizes larger in my bag, but I wanted to see Eldie wearing the size I’d selected for her. A size that I knew would hug every single one of her curves in just the right way. I knew I couldn’t touch her, so I wanted to look as much as I possibly could.
“Can you, um...,” Eldie said, motioning for me to turn around as she stepped over to a nearby tree.
“Of course,” I said and did as I was asked.
I turned to face Charlene, my back now turned to Eldie and the lucky tree that kept her partially hidden. How
ever, I could now see Eldie in plain sight through Charlene’s side mirror as she peeled off her stained shirt. I knew the right thing to do would be to look away, but when she unhooked her bra and let her tits free, my eyes stayed glued to that mirror. I’d honestly never seen a more beautiful pair of breasts in all my life. My raging hard-on came back with a vengeance, and the absolute torture of not being able to fuck her was starting to make me crazy. However, what she did next was simply next-level in the cruelty department. She took the bottled water and slowly, carefully poured its contents down her chest, before gently rubbing herself down with the bandana I’d given her earlier. I stood transfixed, as she finished cleaning up before slipping the tight Burning Saints T-shirt over her large, bare tits.
“Okay, I’m all ready,” she said, and I turned around to face her, knowing full well if she’d looked down at my crotch, she’d see a bulge the size of an armadillo. The shirt did an even better job than I’d planned, not to mention the newly added bonus of her now going bra-less. Eldie’s hard nipples showed through the black cotton, and I could think of nothing more than having each one between my teeth.
“You okay?” she asked. I assumed by her question that I was not hiding my expression well.
“Jesus, Doc. I was just kidding about the biker bitch thing. Maybe I do have more sizes, lemme just double check.”
“No, I’m fine. Let’s go. This is already the second time I’ve had to change my top today, and honestly the bra was still wet from the first time I had to wash it out in the sink. After the day I’ve had, it no longer matters. So, I’m gonna go to your little picnic with my puppies bouncing, and I don’t give a shit,” she said proudly.
“Do you wanna wear my kutte?” I asked,
“Yeah, that would be great,” she said quickly.
“C’mon, Doc,” I said, putting my kutte around her already shivering body. “We’ll get you some proper clothes from one of the girls.”
* * *
Gina
Walking back to Clutch, I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from saying anything about his rather impressive erection. Good God, that thing could do some damage, and I kind of wanted to find out how much.
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