Sex Piston (Biker Bitches 1)

Prologue

Stud brought his fist up, smashing Dozer in the ribs. The beefed up brother only grunted, returning the strike with a punch to Stud’s gut that had him taking a step backwards. Regaining his breath, he swung his fist, striking Dozer just under his jaw and knocking him backward before he could regain his balance. Stud then hit him on the side of his nose, sending blood flying as Dozer fell to his knees.

“That motherfucker can fight,” Killyama said, admiring the two men fighting in the middle of the circle of members.

“He does all right.” Sex Piston hid her appreciation at the skill that Stud used to bring down the enforcer of the Destructors down.

“Dozer should have known better than to challenge Stud. He’s overworked those muscles of his to the point he’s slow as shit. I could take the shithead down,” Crazy Bitch said, unimpressed.

The crowd around them cheered when Stud finished off Dozer with a nasty kick to the face and then he lost consciousness. The Destructors and The Blue Horsemen converged on Stud, slapping him on his back and laughing at how easily he had taken Dozer out.

“Fuck,” Sex Piston said, disappointed at the outcome of the brief fight.

“What?” Killyama said. “Don’t tell me you actually thought Dozer stood a chance?”

“I was hoping. I hate it that not one of our men can beat them.” Sex Piston was aggravated that the Destructors had lost every fight against The Blue Horsemen.

“I stand a better chance of beating them than any of our shitheads.”

Sex Piston agreed with Crazy Bitch.

“I don’t know why you don’t like them. They are a hell of a lot better looking than our men. There’s one or two of them I wouldn’t mind doing.” T.A. smiled at Bear who was standing at the edge of the crowd.

Sex Piston narrowed her eyes on her friend until she lost her smile. “You can’t fuck any of them. If one of us caves, then they’ll be expecting to get it off us all, and I’m not about to do any of them.”

“Me either,” Killyama said.

Crazy Bitch, Fat Louise and T.A. looked unhappy at Sex Piston’s decision.

“Just because you’re pissed off at Ace, don’t mean we can’t get a little something,” T.A argued.

“I don’t think anything of Bear’s would be small, Stud’s either,” Fat Louise stared at Stud.

“Let’s get a beer.” Sex Piston turned away, walking through the crowd that had come outside to watch the fight when Dozer had challenged Stud. She actually felt kind of bad for the big man. He had been taking it pretty well that the Destructor’s had been turned into a chapter of The Blue Horsemen, but then his bitch had been flirting with Stud half the night and he hadn’t been able to take it anymore. His jealousy had forced him to challenge Stud to regain her attention.

She blatantly ignored Stud and his men, going back inside to find a table. Crazy Bitch grabbed them all a beer as Fat Louise kept bugging them to take her to the new restaurant that had opened in town.

“I don’t want to go to Popeye’s,” Killyama said.

“Why not?” Fat Louise argued.

“Because if you like it, that’s all we’re going to be eating for the next year. I’m just going to nip it in the bud. You had us eating ‘Taco Hut’ so much we shitted burritos,” Killyama reminded her.

“I want to go...” Fat Louise’s mind was always on food.

Sex Piston drowned them out, drinking her beer as her eyes surveyed the clubhouse, seeing that Stud and his men were now at the bar. Bear’s woman was in his grill so tight a fucking crowbar couldn’t pry her off. Stud was ignoring the woman whose hands were all over him, but Sex Piston had no doubt that he would end up in one of the back rooms with her before the night was over.

So far, he hadn’t fucked any of the Destructors’ bitches, keeping his cock at home with The Blue Horsemans’ women that came riding in with them on the back of their bikes. The skank with the long blond hair and tight ass was his current fuck buddy, throwing angry looks from the stool next to Stud’s as the other woman made a play for him. Stud must be moving on, to ignore his bitch while playing with another one in front of her.

Sex Piston knew how that shit burned; her own man had managed to get one of the other women in the club knocked up while they were on one of their breaks, making her look like a fucking idiot. The saddest part was she hadn’t cared. She was actually glad knowing that now she wouldn’t go back to him even if he begged her, and he had been begging, but she had her standards. She wasn’t about to come between a man and his baby’s mama.