by B. B. Blaque
We’re still in talks with Redhook and the Malevolent MC over gettin’ Brooklyn—it looks promisin’. I’ll be headed down to Florida to do major business with Bish and Redhook’s kid, Colt. Some really bad shit went down and I’m more than happy to get my hands bloody. The old man is drivin’ a hard bargain, but it might just be worth it for Brooklyn. We’ll talk when I get to Florida. Only time will tell.
Oh, yeah. I finally forgave Crucifix and the son of a bitch won’t let me live it down. Gotta love brotherhood!
When I decided to join the Royal Bastards MC series, I needed to come up with what my particular chapter was involved with. I decided against guns or gun running. Nope, don’t know a thing. I do know some things about drugs and dealing—enough to be passable in a story without a bunch of research. I could do that! That’s when I decided to do running girls/sex industry—not exactly trafficking, but def making money off the girls. One of my friends ran girls for an MC through an escort service, I figured if worse came to worse, I could ask him. It seemed logical and in my wheelhouse. When I got to really figuring it out, I decided on who FOCUS and Nixx could be as people and as a couple. I never considered doing it in a more typical romance fashion—guy steals the girl from another club that was pimping her for example. I didn’t realize I’d done it sort of in reverse and turned FOCUS into a complete anti-hero. One of the ladies in my ARC team pointed out that it was a big difference to other books she’s read. The only way I ever envisioned the story was rough, biker pimp and sweet, nymho dancer/hooker/porn star and how they could end up falling for each other. I could see their happily ever after.
That’s when reality helped guide the fiction.
The story of FOCUS and Nixx was spun off of a real situation that I experienced when I was nineteen. I was naïve as all hell and working as a waitress in a bar for the first time in my life (kid in a candy store!) During the day shift, there were a handful of girls working, but no bouncers. The neighborhood was pretty seedy, but what did I care at my invincible age with all of my wisdom? Down the road from us was the clubhouse of one of the biggest M.C.s in the world. If we had any problems, we’d been told to call them for help (if they weren’t already there). It wasn’t a big deal to have them hanging out at work, and growing up around another club made me think even less about it. It was a biker bar, but to me it was just a bar and they were just guys.
A few of them took a liking to me, one in particular was very protective and said I was his little sister (RIP) and another was the President. It didn’t take long before they noticed I wasn’t making much money in the little place. That’s when the President made me an offer for employment. The club in my city was notoriously filthy/rough/dirty/sleazy (add adjectives as you see fit). It was a nude club on the other side of town and I was offered a job as a waitress along with a ride to work. I said no. I was told if I danced, I’d make a ton more money. I said no. This went on and on—waitress/dancer/ride on bike/money/money/money. Finally, the guy who’d taken me under his wing as a little sister busted chops with the President about giving me a break because I was sweet and innocent. Like most ball-busting, it bounced back and forth until the President finally let up on me. Behind the scenes, I had a girlfriend and her husband who’d also been warning me away from them and said more times than I can count, “DO NOT GET ON THAT BIKE!”
This story sprang from that experience and me always wondering what would’ve happened if I’d gone with them. They run girls (I know this now) and can be physical with the ones who work for them (like any man in any walk of life). I count myself lucky to have taken the advice to not get on that bike! My life might’ve ended up like Nixx or I could’ve chickened out and had to call my roommate for a ride home (which would’ve been a really short story).
Funny turn of events . . .
About fifteen years ago, I met a guy who was a webhost for adult websites/porn companies. I’d never thought of it before writing this book, but I ended up in that industry anyway—not riding in on a bike, but with a guy on a golf cart—tons of deals were made on the golf course and at Starbu@ks. I worked for him doing graphics, building websites, and even directing some video stuff. We went to all the big parties, conventions, and award shows filled with tons of starlets and porn studs.
I spent hours in the studio described in this book and directed a few videos there. The way it’s written is how it happens in real life—formulaic and business all the way. Everything from the make-up room to the way Rotten to the Core was being shot in this book is how it happens in real life—all that back end boring stuff too. A lot of the girls in that business also do the feature dancer circuit and—at least in L.A.—it’s just like what Nixx did at the Mounds in the Hills (the Louisville, KY Chapter—Broken Wings by Izzy Sweet & Sean Moriarty. See link below.)
The party that is described in Atlantic City (where Nixx meets Heavy from (the Washington DC Chapter—Heavy is the Crown by Linny Lawless—see link below) was from a party I actually attended after a big porn/electronics convention there. The party was thrown by a famous porn star (RIP) and other notable porn stars like Ron Jeremy and Lexington Steele attended too. There was a girl at the party who had a sexual appetite similar to Nixx’s. I saw that girl running in and out of the master suite—naked except for a towel—looking for whoever would be next (yep!) She and someone were the vision that made me think of the couple having sex on one side of a bed while the other side had a guy getting a BJ. She was married, and he was kind of pimpish, but that girl was BUCK WILD and clearly into everything (and everyone) she was doing.
Hollywood is one of my favorite places on earth. After growing up as a hair-metal and classic rock freak seeing the Sunset Strip was like I’d gone to Heaven. Nixx’s reaction to it and Hollywood Boulevard were mine (the same with her feelings about Colorado and Utah). Seeing those clubs that I’d read about on Motley Crue’s Shout at the Devil album liner notes and knowing that they—and just about every band I loved—had been in them was surreal. I lived in California for about ten years and never got over my love for Hollywood Blvd. and Sunset. I even have a plan for my ashes after I die—it’s a road trip that goes through Florida, to Times Square, through Colorado and Utah, and ends at the Rainbow Bar & Grille for ravioli. (Oh, and speaking of Motley—Nixx’s name came from Nikki Sixx.)
As crazy as this story may seem to some (which is what prompted me to write this note), it is the most smack, dead on the money shot of any book I’ve written (other than the book Angel to Butterfly Golden Doll, which is mostly a memoir). This could be happening (and probably is) all over at any given time. Some of the couples don’t end up freeing each other like FOCUS and Nixx. Hell, some might end up in jail or even dead. Thankfully, there are some who do end up with a happily ever after that is totally messed up but works for them. We’re all some kind of messed up and just need to find someone who gets us or, like Nixx, will wait while we pull our heads out of our asses.
Rattlesnake Shake-Motley Crue, Skid Row
Slow Ride-Foghat
Heaven Must be Missing an Angel-Tavares
Naughty Naughty- Danger Danger
Hell on Heels-the Pistol Annies
Erotic City-Prince
Never Gonna Give You Up-Barry White
Little Dreamer-Van Halen
Darling Nikki-Prince
You Don’t Own Me-Joan Jett & the Blackhearts
Crazy Bitch-Buckcherry
Dancin’ On Glass-Motley Crue
Free-For-All-Ted Nugent
For the Love of Money-The Bulletboys
Slice of Your Pie-Motley Crue
I Hate Myself for Loving You-Joan Jett & the Blackhearts
Bad Girlfriend-Theory of a Deadman
Pretty Mess-Vanity 6
Starry Eyes-Motley Crue
Snowblind-Styx
I Don’t Need No Doctor-W.A.S.P.
Rock Candy-Montrose
I Get Off-Halestorm
Primal Scream-Motley Crue
Porno Star-Motley
Crue
She Loves My Cock-Jackyl
Stranglehold-Ted Nugent
Nobody Does it Better-Carly Simon
Porn Star Dancing-My Darkest Day
Texas Hippie Coalition-Turn It Up
Addicted to that Rush-Mister Big
Dirty Little Mind-Jackyl
Down on Me-Jackyl
Encore-Jackyl
Sumthin’ for Nuthin’-Motley Crue
Primal Scream-Motley Crue
She Goes Down-Motley Crue
Piece of Your Action-Motley Crue
Girls, Girls, Girls-Motley Crue
Dr. Feelgood-Motley Crue
Ginuwine-Pony
Slow & Easy-Whitesnake
Still of the Night-Whitesnake
Gve Me All Your Love Tonight-Whitesnake
Lovin’ Touchi’ Squeezin’-Journey
Playing Your Game-Barry White
Something in Your Mouth-Nickelback
The Jack-AC DC
Night Prowler- AC DC
Ride On-AC DC
Nasty Girl-Vanity 6
Sex Shooter-Apollonia 6
Smooth Up in Ya’-Bulletboys
If you’re interested in the crossover characters from different RBMC chapters who were written into this book, please check out the following
FOCUS, REDHOOK, COLT, & BISH
the Masters MC #4 GFY (FOCUS introduced timeline is after this book)
the Masters MC #3 FTW *Colt, Redhook, Bish/The Bishop
B.B.’s Biker Chicklettes
High Octane MC Author Experience 2021
the Malevolent M.C. series TBR 2020
HEAVY & WRECKER
the Washington DC Chapter
the Royal Bastards MC Heavy is the Crown-Linny Lawless
COY, GREMLIN, LUKE/POSTER BOY
the Louisville, KY Chapter
the Royal Bastards MC Broken Wings-Izzy Sweet & Sean Moriarty
Grim & Azreal
the Tonopah, NV Chapter
the Royal Bastards MC Ridin’ for Hell- Nikki Landis
Blayze
the Los Angeles, CA Chapter
the Royal Bastards MC Blayze’s Inferno J.Lynn Lombard
Jameson
the New Orleans, LA Chapter
the Royal Bastards MC Inked in Vengeance Crimson Syn
(mentioned in the Masters MC #4 GFY)