Baby – You fight?
Me – Yep. wanna come watch?
Baby – Hell yeah! Where and when?
Me – Come by the clubhouse n u can ride wit me
Baby – What time?
Me – @9 fight@10. whtcha wearin
Baby – Right now, nothing ;) See you at 9!
Me – send me a pic
Me – plz
Me – Baby
Fuck! She probably did that shit on purpose to get me bent. It’s cool. Once she sees me fight, those panties will drop and I’ll tear that ass up.
“Yo! Twist!” I holler into the main room from the gym door. Our clubhouse is pretty large. We have our main room with the large TV and couches, the bar with booths and tables, a small gym room with weights and bags, the President and VP offices, our meeting room where we also hold church, a large kitchen, a dining area with a big ugly picnic table and benches some brothers made that seats twenty, and then our rooms. The fully patched members that belong to this charter each have a room and a small bathroom. The compound itself is on about fifty acres, smack in the middle to keep people away. Most of us stay here because majority of the brothers are single.
“What’s up, Cain?” Twist comes into the gym. I’m surprised he didn’t just yell back. He’s a crazy fucker. Likes some real fucked up shit when it comes to the bedroom and when he’s fucking someone up. That’s how he got the name Twist, 'cause he’s fuckin’ twisted. I look him over, he looks sober at the moment. He likes his drugs when he’s in the mood. He meets my grey eyes with his green ones. Twist is probably 6 foot, 180 pounds, not big but in shape pretty good for the partying and drugs he likes.
“Hey, man, I got a bitch ridin’ with me to the fight. When I’m up, will you keep an eye on her? Make sure no one fucks with her?”
“I never known you to claim on some pussy, man.”
“No, man, I ain’t claimin’ shit, I’ve known her for a whole minute and don’t want to have to fuck someone else up for messin’ with her when I’m in the middle of my fight. Y’all would be losin’ some money if you placed bets for tonight.” I don’t want any distractions. I like to get in the fight and get it over with quickly. The quicker the better as far as I’m concerned. If you take a while then you have too much time to make mistakes. I’m trying not to make a mistake and get my ass handed to me.
“Fuck, man, don’t worry about some bitch, I’ll make sure no one fucks with her. You worry about winnin’ that fight, I got lots of money on it. I know you will drag him through the dirt,” Twist says as he kicks at the black heavy bag hanging next to the bag I’m working on. Fucker needs to stop stepping on the mats with his shoes on. Gets old having to clean that shit all the time.
“Alright, cool. Yeah, man, no problem, I’m gonna win.” If anything, I’m gonna win 'cause I want London to see me in all my glory. I’ll have a fun night with her in return. Actually, probably a few fun nights with her. I don’t think just one night would be enough for everything I want to do to that sexy ass of hers. I’m going to make sure she remembers me for a very long time.
“It’s getting close to time to ride, did anyone bring you some shit?” he asks as he walks toward the door to leave the gym.
“Naw, not yet. I was gonna wait 'til we get there so I’m not all hyped up on the drive over.” That’s all I need, to wreck my bike before we even make it. I don’t know how a few of my brothers function getting that messed up during the day when they really feel like partying.
“Sounds like a plan, brother.” I nod and he walks out. I look at my phone and see it’s 8:30. Fuck, no more warming up for me. I need to shower and get dressed before London shows up and my brothers think she’s some club pussy to be tried out. I’m getting out of the shower and drying off when I hear pounding on my door accompanied by yelling.
“Yo, Cain! Some bitch out here said she’s here to see some cats. What the fuck’s this bout?” Shit! That’s 2 Piece and it sounds like London’s crazy ass is here. Girl’s fuckin’ crazy tellin’ the boys she’s here to see some cats. I shake my head and shrug my cut on. I hurry to my door and open it to see 2 Piece already walking away.
“Yeah, bro, I’m comin’.” I walk into the bar and do a double take. London’s lying on the bar in some ass-hugging, tiny, short shorts and a tight tank top. She’s all legs and tits. Fuckin’ Smiles is about to do a body shot off her tummy and it looks like all of the brothers are around her waiting for their turn. She’s up there wearing a huge smile too, like she’s the Queen of Egypt or some shit.
“Back the fuck up! Smiles, I will knock your own fuckin’ teeth in, brother, if you touch her fuckin’ stomach!” I yell across the bar and everyone turns toward me. The brothers all grin and like in slow motion, Smiles laughs out loud and runs his fingers lightly over her smooth tummy from the top of her shorts to just under her plump tits where her tank top is pushed up. I see red and charge. Fuck, this is gonna hurt. Smiles is 5’ 11” and probably 200 pounds. His name, Smiles, is because he has a habit of knocking people’s teeth out with his brass knuckles. I still have my smile because clearly I have been smart enough to stay out of his way, until now. I don’t make it to him, I’m hauled back by a muscular giant. I bet it’s Ares. I take some deep breaths—in, out, in, out—and make the blackness recede so I can see again and look back. Yup, it’s Ares and he doesn’t look so amused. I look toward the bar and see London smiling at me cockily. My whole body is drawn to her; it’s like an invisible force pulling me to just take her. Man, this bitch here says I’m trouble. She’s gonna get my fuckin’ teeth knocked out if I don’t chill.
“Calm, brother, save it for your fight. You on the Coka already?” Ares squints and looks me over. He’s always been good at being able to read me and my moods.
“Na, man, just told Twist earlier to keep an eye on the bitch when I’m not there. And where the fuck is he? Lettin’ all the brothers try to sample what I’m havin’ tonight.” It comes out low and I glare around, looking for Twist.
“Alright, well, get your chick so we can take off in five. You’ll be able to burn off that anger in the ring.” I nod and take a deep breath. Ares lets me go and I make my way toward London. The brothers smile, chuckle, and smack my back as I pass each of them. Fuckers are worse than women, they love drama. They are lucky I didn’t decide to be a dick and sucker punch a few. I get to London; she’s grinning and holding a shot for me.
“Hey, cowboy, told you I like playing with kittens,” she says as she holds the shot toward me. I don’t reach out, I just stand still and make her hold the glass.
“Kittens now, huh? This for me?” I smirk and nod at the shot. I know it’s mine, I just want her to admit it. I want her fully aware that I’m in control of this situation, not her and her little dramatic bar scene she created. She had the brothers swarming around her like she was a piece of meat dangled for some gators.
“Of course it’s yours; I wasn’t really giving it away to all the other hotties.” I growl, it’s like she’s implying that she’s talking about her pussy being given away and not the shot. I’ll be damned if any of my brothers get her before me. I’ve wanted this bitch since I was fourteen fuckin’ years old, a brother can wait. No scratch that, my brothers can fuck off and just not touch her.
“Thanks, sweet cheeks. Lean back,” I say and push her gently to lay all the way back onto the bar. I bend down and lick her neck and sprinkle some salt on it. I blow on the salted area a little afterwards and she shivers. I take the tequila and pour it slowly in her sexy little belly button. It overflows onto her tummy surrounding her belly piercing and she tries to hold still.
“Don’t move and spill it or I’ll have to lick you all over,” I say huskily. I’m getting turned on being close to her stomach, staring at the swell of her tits and wondering if the pink of her nipples will match the pink of her pussy. She sucks in a breath and I go for it. I lean down and suck up all the tequila from her belly button. I lick inside it, then suck and lick it off the remaini
ng area of her tummy. I stand up then bend down toward her face. Her eyes widen a little as if she’s wondering what I’m doing. I suck all the salt off her neck and suck a little harder to leave my mark there, I nibble just enough. She reaches up and I feel her grab into my hair and pull it. Fuck yeah, baby, pull it. I bite down on her neck a little harder and I feel her body jerk. I skim down her body to get the lemon wedge out of her cleavage. I lick around it and suck over the lemon onto part of her tit. I pick the lemon up with my teeth and rub it gently on the swell of her breasts. I take a few long licks so I get it all up. I lean back and look down at her chest. Her tits are flushed a rosy hue; I follow the redness up her throat to see her cheeks have a light red tint. Her breathing is a little shallow and her eyes are dilated. She looks so turned on, like she wants to fuck me right here on the bar. Normally I’d be down for that in front of everybody but tonight I have to fight first, fuck later. She looks like she didn’t quite know what she was getting into when she gave me that shot. It was probably the most erotic thing I’ve done with a shot of tequila. We will have to see what I can come up with later when we celebrate. I may have to pour some whiskey in her cunt and suck it out. I bet she’d squirm and squirt like crazy on that one. That’s right, baby, I’m gonna fuck you so hard later, and your ass won’t be able to walk tomorrow.
We all head out to our bikes and London jumps right on the back of mine. I smirk at her eagerness.
“You rode before, sugar tits?” I ask loudly over my shoulder as everyone begins to load up and start their bikes.
“Yes, a few times, I should be okay.” She scoots close to me and wraps her arms tightly around my torso. I reach behind me and grab her ass in both my hands and scoot her so her pussy is resting right up against my ass. I can feel her tits molded to my back and it’s got me rock hard. It looks like this is gonna be a fast fight tonight. I want to get her lying down, bent over and bouncing as soon as possible. It’s about seventy-eight degrees out still after such a hot day and probably won’t cool down much the rest of the night. It’s a normal temperature for Texas. Our nights here are perfect for partying, riding and the occasional swim. We arrive at the shitty old warehouse and I feel great. The breeze made the ride the perfect temperature. London kept squeezing her thighs around mine and I would bet money her pussy was dripping from the bike’s vibrations. I kept thinking of her soaking wet, and it’s amazing we didn’t wreck.
“Hop off, baby, but be careful you don’t touch here and here. I don’t want you to burn those sexy legs.” I point out the pipes and engine and then reach both of my hands around her waist and help her get off the bike easily. Damn, she rode good and didn’t bitch once about her hair or anything else. We start to walk to the warehouse and I wrap my arm around her to pull her close.
“Hey, baby, listen – my brother, Twist, is gonna stay with you while I brawl. There’s some real fucked up motherfuckers up in here and I want to make sure you’re safe. As soon as I beat old boy’s ass, I’ll come to you, okay?” I look at her so she knows I’m completely serious about this. I don’t want to hear any arguing about it.
“I can handle myself no problem, but I don’t want you worrying about anything while you’re in the middle of a fight, so I’ll stick to Twizzler.” She smiles and squeezes my ass. This bitch, I swear she’s fuckin’ perfect. I stop in the middle of the parking lot and stop her with me. She wasn’t expecting it and lets out a little “Yip” and it’s fucking adorable. I grab each of her ass cheeks in my hands and pull her into my body so she can feel my hard on. I rub it against her while she’s pressed up to me.
“You grab my ass one more fuckin’ time, and I’m droppin’ those panties right here and fuckin’ you in front of everybody,” I growl out. She starts giggling and looks at me playfully.
“Haha, yeah right! In the middle of a parking lot in front of all your brothers?” She gives me a little smirk that says ‘I dare you’. She doesn’t think I will. I smirk back and slide my hand down the outside of her shorts. I go to the bottom; they are so short I’ll easily get my hand in them. I slide my hand in where her thighs touch then wiggle it up and push a finger between her swollen lips, inside her sopping wet pussy. She sucks in a deep breath and her eyes go wide.
“Yeah, I knew this pussy was soaked and swollen. Don’t push me, baby, I’d love to fuck you here, in front of every single brother. I just have to fight first.” I pull my finger out and bring it to my mouth, sucking all her juices off right in front of her then lick my lips. I stick my finger inside her again and she moans into my chest. She pants a few times as I suck her cream off my finger again and I smirk. She bites her plump bottom lip, and I groan.
“Such a sweet cunt, baby, I can’t wait to eat you out later. You’re gonna moan over and over, while I pound into you and make you feel good.” I lick my lips to get any taste of her that’s left. With that, I grab her hand and start walking again. I have to hurry up and fight or my dick is going to break off. I hear a few of my brothers chuckle. I know those fuckers are hoping I’ll give them a good show and fuck her in front of them, but I’m keeping this fine ass to myself. None of my brothers are gonna see her body but me.
We get into the warehouse and I introduce her to Twist. Thankfully he’s still sober and appears to be staying that way. He’s not some crazy druggie, but he gets pretty crazy when he does partake in them. I hope to fuck she doesn’t call him Twizzler. I’m pretty sure he will flip the fuck out and probably try to give her to some idiot to sell in the sex trade market that’s so popular right now.
Twist hooked me up with some good shit to get me spun. I turn and walk behind the cage where it’s darker and pour out a rail on the top of my wrist. I take my rolled twenty dollar bill and snort half the rail up my right nostril. I exhale and then suck up the other half a rail with my left nostril. I take a deep breath through my nose and then pinch my nostrils together. I lick my finger and wipe it over my wrist to make sure I got everything, and then rub my finger over my gums. I sprinkle on a little extra to put on my gums. It’ll numb my mouth up nice in case I get hit. I inhale a deep breath and feel the cool, tingly sensation of the cocaine making its way down my nose and throat. Fuck, that’s some good shit. I make my way to the cage and take off my shirt. I blink a few times and suddenly it’s like everything is clearer. I can hear people talking, yelling and laughing all around me. I see the lights shining down onto the cage’s mat and I see the old blood splatter still there. Moe, the half ass referee, comes and wraps up my hands. He’s an ugly little dude.
“Cain, how’s it man?” he asks as he wraps my left hand in my red ‘Caution’ tape wraps. Moe wraps each hand so no fucks cheat with razors or brass knuckles.
“Just ready to fuck some shit up. You?” I stare down at the smaller man. I guess he can tell from my tone he better lift his head and show me some fucking respect when he speaks to me. Moe is one person who has seen me mess up countless fools, up close and personal. This more than likely won’t be the last fight he wraps my hands at either.
“Good, have a good fight.” He looks me in the eyes as he answers then nods and walks to my opponent. He gains a miniscule amount of my respect by looking me in my eyes when he answered. There are quite a few men who won’t even look at my face when they talk to me here. It makes me want to punch them. I hate weak men. A few minutes later there’s a loud shrill whistle. Looks like it’s show time.
“Tonight our brawlers are: Cain and Smoke. Bikers – Fuck some shit up so we can win some money!” The crowd starts screaming and I size up my opponent. About my size, same height but blown up. I bet he’s juiced up on some steroids. He reminds me of a fucking gorilla, big ol’ arms. His head’s shaved and he has a scar running down the side of it. I bet he’s a scary fuck to some, but he’s just another meathead to me. He makes his way toward me and I see his moves before they even happen. I do this shit all the time so I can read most people’s moves before they make them, just by watching how different body parts rest. I learn quickly wh
at they favor, what’s weak and what may be injured.
Bingo, his knee, old injury. I see he also likes to wind up his arm instead of throwing clean, quick jabs. I stare him in the face. He’s breathing heavily and glaring like that’s going to intimidate me. I side kick down onto his knee. He drops and lets out a loud scream. I probably just crushed his knee cap with my motorcycle boot. Douche is smart on his way down though. He jabs out and clips me on the side of my jaw. When he makes it to the ground, I reach out and quickly grab his ears. I smash his face into my knee and blood sprays everywhere from his nose. I step back to let him get to his feet, I prefer a more fair fight.
“Aghhhhhhhh!” he screams out and charges at me like a bull. He gets an uppercut to my ribs. Fuck! Alright, I’m done playing. I yell back and slam my head into his bloody nose. I hear everyone in the crowd scream and it fuels my adrenaline. He stumbles back and I come at him with consecutive jabs, two, two, one. My last jab does it and he falls to the ground.
“TKO motherfucker, next time don’t touch my ribs.” I turn and nod at Moe. Mark it, another one for Cain. The coke is thrumming through my blood with the adrenaline. All I can think of is getting a cold beer and fucking London. I look for Twist and see London right next to him. Good girl. I’m surprised she listened. She sees me walking toward her and her smile lights up. I did that, I put that smile there. I beam back at her.
“Hey, sweet cheeks, you good?” I put my arm around her back as soon as I’m next to her. Every biker in here has been checking her sexy ass out and they all need to know she’s here with me and she’s leaving with me. I’m all sweaty but that’s good, my scent will be all over her.
“I’m great! That was so fucking awesome! God, Cain, you were like a machine!” She’s so excited she’s jumping up and down while she talks.
“I was just telling Twizzler here that you looked so hot!” Twist smiles at her like she’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. I have to do a double take. Twist, the crazy mother fucker, is wrapped around London’s little finger. I bet she doesn’t have any clue how good she has it. Twist would skin some fuckers alive if she asked him to. I’ve never seen him be so gentle and nice to anyone before. I smirk at him, I’m so giving him shit for this later.
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