Using the Biker

Chapter One

“I’m telling you, the best way to get over that lying, fucking, cheating dickwad is to find a guy that is hotter, sexier, and will do a lot more kinky shit with you.”

Josephine Lovell looked over at her excited friend, Mandy.

“You’ve brought me to a biker bar. Why?”

“I told you, these guys know how to party, and I know just the kind of guy to get you over dickface.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at Mandy’s constant use of the word “dick” to describe Mitch, her very assholey ex-husband. The paperwork was signed, and she still had the house and the car, as well as a small alimony. Not that she needed it. She was more than happy to earn her keep, but her lawyer felt aggrieved for her, and so forced the alimony issue, especially as she’d put Mitch through college to become the esteemed lawyer he was today.

“And doing this at a biker party?”

“Yes, this is a celebration of one of their prospects finally earning their patch. There are no children around, and things are about to get so fucking real. I can’t wait.”

Mandy had been coming to these parties ever since she started working for the biker, Doc. No other name. It was the name he was known as, that and as the President of the Nowhere Men MC. They had decided to settle in their small town of End Valley. Yeah, she found it rather ironic that the Nowhere Men settled in End Valley.

She wasn’t going to say anything. Mandy loved working for them in their garage they owned across town. They were far better than the local guy, Wilson, who liked to overcharge for shitty work.

Mitch always went to Wilson and always complained but refused to go to the bikers’ garage.

He always said they were a bunch of thugs and criminals.

Mitch fucking his secretary flashed through Josephine’s mind, and she squared her shoulders. As her ringless finger told the story, she was no longer married. The love she’d had for Mitch had certainly withered and died during the divorce, not to mention the long truth of his infidelity.

Her husband couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, and now she wasn’t going to keep her pussy from having some fun, especially as it had been over a year since she last had sex.

“You’re right. I should be here. I’m allowed to be here.”

“See, I told you. You need to get that idiot dick-fuck out of your life, and you need to start living again.”

Mandy had never liked Mitch. From the very beginning, her best friend had a very one-sided view of Mitch, and now Josephine really wished she’d paid attention a whole lot more.

“I need to introduce you to Doc.”

“No, no, no.”

“You want to meet him.”

“Mandy, I want to just relax, and let the night unfold. You think we can do that?”

“You’re chickening out.”

“No, I’m not. Really. I don’t want you to throw me at some random guy.” She pulled Mandy in for a hug. “I’m going to get a drink. You want anything?”

“Sure, sure.”

She gave Mandy a kiss on the cheek and turned to leave. They had been best friends since kindergarten. Where most girls followed their boyfriends to college, Josephine, or Jo as she preferred to be called, had followed Mandy. Her best friend.

Josephine hadn’t gotten into college. With a deadbeat father and mother, she had spent most of her later high school years working. That had taken a toll on her education, and she was lucky to have come out graduating at all. She didn’t make the kind of numbers and scores Mandy made. So while Mandy studied, Jo worked, hoping to one day get that second chance where she could make a difference of some kind.

Then she met Mitch.

Her focus became him and helping him through college, all the time making up lame ass excuses to where she was now thirty-five and had finally enrolled in a night course.

She couldn’t even believe she’d waited this long.

They didn’t have any kids as Mitch didn’t want them, and had often told her he didn’t want to share her with anyone. All the time it had just been another element of his endless control over her life.

He told her what to wear, who to talk to, how to act. She had always made the excuse he loved her in his own way, but the truth was, he was a fucking dick. No wonder Mandy liked to call him that.

All of her adult life so far had been about a selfish, cheating, asshole who had fought every single part of their divorce. He’d even asked her to extend their relationship to that of an open marriage.

When she had thought about the fact she had actually considered it, she was sickened. A marriage was for life, not to be with other people. At least, her marriage was going to be that way. She didn’t judge anyone their views and how they made their relationship work.