Sex Piston (Biker Bitches 1)

“We need to talk,” Ace said, coming up to her table.

“No, we don’t,” Sex Piston said, finishing her beer.

“Summer doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. Her having my kid isn’t going to change how I feel about you.”

“You don’t give a fuck about me or your dick never would’ve come out of your pants. We’re done. Now get the fuck away from me.” She stared back at him, ice dripping from her voice.

Joker came up beside his friend. “Crazy Bitch, let’s go home.”

“I told you last night I was done with your ass. Your shit better be out of my house before I get home or I’ll give it to Goodwill. I’m sick of supporting your lazy ass. Go find another bitch stupid enough to pay your fucking bills.” Crazy Bitch glared at her ex.

“I’m looking for a job,” Joker whined.

“I hear Popeye’s is hiring,” Crazy Bitch mocked. The women at the table burst out laughing at the men.

Joker made to grab Crazy Bitch, but Sex Piston jerked his hand away before he could touch her. “Don’t fucking touch her,” she snarled.

“She’s my old lady; I’ll touch her if I want to, you bitch from hell. Ace should have shown you who was boss years ago.”

“Yeah, well, he would have to have a dick for that to happen.” The women at the table couldn’t help but laugh again. Ace turned bright red, grabbing Sex Piston’s arm. Sex Piston grabbed her beer bottle about to brain the fucker…

“Let her go, Ace.” Ace let go of Sex Piston as soon as he heard Stud’s voice.

“See, what did I tell you? No dick,” Sex Piston taunted.

“Shut up, Sex Piston.” Stud didn’t take his eyes off Joker and Ace. “You two need to leave until you cool down.”

“You throwing me out of my own club?” Joker asked in astonishment.

“It’s my club now, and yeah, I’m telling you to leave.” Stud didn’t say anything else as he waited for the two men to follow his orders or challenge him.

“Let’s go, Joker. Neither one of these bitches are worth fighting over.” Ace walked away, heading toward the club door. Joker hesitated; it was harder to walk away from his meal ticket, yet without Ace to back him up, his cowardice showed and he followed behind his friend.

After they left, Stud stood staring down at the table of women.

“If you’re waiting for thanks, you’re not going to get it. I could have handled that pussy,” Sex Piston said as she glared up at her new club president.

“Watch how you talk to me, Sex Piston,” Stud warned her.

Sex Piston started to snap back, but bit her tongue for once. She had promised her pops she wouldn’t challenge the asshole. She managed to keep her mouth shut, turning to talk to Killyama and insulting him by ignoring his presence.

The bitches gave him gloating smiles as he returned to the bar.

“T.A., get a bottle of Tequila. Let’s celebrate those two assholes being out of our life,” Crazy Bitch said.

T.A. got up and went to the bar, coming back a few minutes later with a full bottle and five glasses.

Sex Piston poured herself a large glass before passing the bottle on to her friends. Taking a swallow of the burning liquor, she wondered how long she was going to be able to keep her promise to her pops. That asshole deserved to be put in his place and she was just the bitch to do it.

* * *

“I’m going to do it,” Bear said, setting his beer down on the counter.

“Do what?” Stud asked, turning to his vice-president. His eyes went in the direction that Bear was obviously watching.

The five women must have gone onto the dance floor after finishing the empty tequila bottle still sitting at their table. He hadn’t noticed with his attention on the blond that had been attached to his hip for the last hour. She had been trying to lure him into one of the back rooms for a blowjob for the last hour; however his dick had shown no interest.

The best part about being the president of the Blue Horsemen was the pussy. Contrarily, the worst part of the job was the pussy. Women were constantly trying to get his attention, wanting to become his old lady or just be able to brag about having fucked him. He had learned early just how manipulative the bitches in the club could be. All except for one, Sex Piston. She didn’t bother trying to manipulate anyone, she merely steamrolled over them.

He had seen her on and off for the last several years when the Destructors and the Blue Horsemen partied together.

Sex Piston’s father, Skulls, and he had met seven years ago during a run in with another club. They had sided together to get rid of the encroaching biker club that was stealing and doing drug runs, blaming it on their clubs. When they had banded together, the rival biker club had left town with fewer members than when they had arrived.