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Jessikah

“You spent so much money on me,” Tina whines, as she dumps the bag of clothes out on the couch. I dump mine on the dining room table.

“I did not. We needed this stuff, and the clearance sales fueled my need to make sure we were set for the future.” I smile as I openly sort through the multiple pairs of panties and bras.

All matching, and in various fabrics, shades, and colours.

Then I open up and fold all the shirts, pants, pajamas and tank tops. I may have gone a little overboard.

“Where are you going to wear that little black dress?” Tina asks, drawing my attention to the black leather dress I couldn’t pass up.

“Do you remember the client I had that showed up at the door?” Tina nods. “He invited me to dinner tonight. I figured, why not show off the goods, and celebrate my win.” She smiles, screams and then tells me I need to go upstairs so we can plan how to make his jaw drop when he sees me.

“Leave the clothes, I will get them sorted. You make sure you do the PTA’s.

” I look at her and question what the PTA’s are.

“Pussy, Tits and Armpits. Make sure you trim the hedges, mow the lawn and smell better than the hooker on Main.” My eyes widen, and I stare at her before heading to the stairs.

I stop halfway up, looking over my shoulder, “You certainly know how to let that freak flag fly.”

“It’s better to be bald when he eats at the Y. Nothing like pubic dental floss.” She starts to laugh, her hand slapping on her leg. Shaking my head, I head up the stairs and start getting ready for the date I am not even sure he will show up for.

***

Tina left an hour ago with a promise that I would tell her how everything was going. I also made a promise to text her with my exact location. Now here I sit with my thoughts racing.

What happens if he backs out?

What happens if he ends up like my ex?

Should I tell him about my ex?

Is he even going to show up? On that last thought, the doorbell rings. My heart races, and my palms begin to sweat.

“Jessikah, you are a smart, independent woman. The only person’s opinion that matters is yours,” I whisper, as I open the door and watch his mouth hang open as his eyes roam over my leather clad body.

“Holy fuck!” He moans, his hands coming to my hip as he turns me to the side.

“Fuck your ass looks like a trophy wrapped in that.” The bag in his hand drops to the ground, causing me to look at it and then him.

He bends down and picks it up, thrusting it at me, but not moving his hand from my body.

“I bought these for you. But now I can only picture you naked and sitting on my face.”

“I don’t do that,” I say, taking the bag from his hand and placing it on the table by my door, before grabbing the clutch I placed there when Tina left, along with my phone.

“You don’t do what?” Paul asks.

“Sit on anyone. I am too heavy.” I don’t look at him as I step toward him and begin to close my door.

“It would be the perfect way to die. Smothered in a pussy that I am one hundred percent sure would be like opening the gates of heaven.” He smiles, turns and offers his elbow to me. Linking my arm through his, I follow his lead as he takes me to a midnight purple nineteen sixty-nine Pontiac GTO.

“Good choice of cars,” I giggle, remembering the nineteen sixty-seven Shelby GT500 coup I had before I left my ex. It was my baby until the ex raped me on top of it and I couldn’t stand to be anywhere near it.

“This is my baby. Or one of them. Black Betty is my bike. This girl is named Midnight and I have a brand new Camaro that’s bright yellow.

Her name is Sunshine. I can’t wait to see you in and on all of them.

You are going to look so sexy. Not that you don’t look extremely hot in just your pajama pants.

” He smiles, opens my door and watches my ass as I slide into the bucket seat.

As he turns to make his way around the car, I notice the slacks hug his ass, making it picture perfect.

With every stride, the material pulls tight and then loosens as the next leg swings.

“Damn, that man is sexy as hell,” my inner thoughts playing like a monologue that I am glad nobody can here.

My eyes stay glued to the man until he slides into his seat.

“So, I have a reservation at Churchill’s, but we have one stop to make before we head there. As I was getting ready, my VP called me and asked me to stop by the clubhouse,” se states, as he turns the key in the ignition, bringing the gorgeous car to life.

“Clubhouse? VP?” I question, as the car begins to roll backwards.

“Have you heard of the Royal Bastards Motorcycle Club?” he asks, his right hand reaching down to clutch the shifter. The man’s hands are permanently stained from working on cars or bikes, or maybe even working in the mine.

“Jessikah, are you paying attention?” he asks, causing me to look up to his eyes. They have permanent smile lines indicating that he smiles a lot.

“Sorry, I was… um… admiring your hands… so strong. I mean, no I haven’t heard of the Royal Bastards Motorcycle Club. I rarely leave my house,” I say, looking down at my hands.

“You must work a lot,” he states, reaching his hand on the gear shift over to my thigh. I have to fight the urge to flinch away. Taking a deep breath, I shake my head to clear the negative, abusive thoughts that are threatening my peace.

“Something like that,” is the only thing I say. He doesn’t need to know right now that for the last few years, I have been hidden away to save myself. That conversation is something that will happen at another time and in a different frame of mind than the one I am in now.

The silence in the car is deafening, but also allows me to gather my thoughts and push them back into the small box where I lock them away. My peace is my protection. I chant over and over in my head until the click of the indicator signals that we are turning.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, closing my eyes.

“For what?” He pulls into a spot in front of an industrial building. The sign across the front door reads ‘Royal Bastards Motorcycle Club: Northern Ontario’ with a skull and crown logo in the middle of the words.

“For getting all inside my head.” Turning to look at him, I see a small smile on his lips.

“Hey, I get it. Not everyone has had the perfect life. Because perfect only counts in two places, if you are playing horseshoes or if you are throwing a hand grenade.” He opens his door and slides out.

When I move my hand to open my door, he slams his hand down on hood of the car and shakes his head.

When he reaches my side, he opens the door and offers me his hand.

Sliding my hand into his, as I bring both knees to the side and gracefully slide out of the car to a standing position. “I could have opened my own door, I say, the sass spilling from my lips.

“I know you could have. But doing this is not only the gentlemanly thing to do, but it’s also like opening a huge surprise for nosey assholes,” he whispers in my ear.

I turn my head and look at the gathering of people standing at the door with their mouths hanging open.

He laces his fingers through mine and guides me toward the audience.

“Sue, this is Jessikah.” I look at the many women standing around when a man steps forward, his hand out, palm up.

“It’s nice to meet you pretty lady.” His voice is deep, and the right woman would kneel at his feet.

“Sue?” I ask, as I place my hand in his.

“Sue loves Johnny Cash, Paul states, causing the crowd to chuckle.

“A Boy named Sue.” I smile at him. “It’s a great song, but Folsom Prison Blues is my go-to when I need to remember that I am free.”

“Marry me!” Sue mumbles, getting down on one knee.

“Boy, you best get your ass up off that ground,” Paul states, growling at him as he pulls me behind him.

“OOOOO, Pres got all growly,” a feminine voice states, and as she steps forward, my mouth drops open.

“Crowne?” I mutter, as I let go of Paul’s hand and step into her open arms. “Girl, how is the house? You have what a year before renewal?”

“I have about a year and a half. And you can bet your ass I will be calling you,” Crowne says, then looks around at all the people standing there.

“If you guys need a mortgage broker, make sure you get this one’s card.

Not only did she make my process easy, but she also found me a better deal than my bank was offering me. ”

“Oh, stop. I was doing my best to make it easy, as the process can be so stressful.” Crowne grabs my hand and leads me inside.

“Liquid, we have to leave in thirty. Make sure you don’t get her too drunk,” Paul states, as Crowne salutes him.

“Liquid?” I ask, as I slide onto the stool in front of the bar.

“I am the only female table member of this club. I got my road name when this huge macho dude walked into the clubhouse demanding to become a member. I was prospecting at the time and he tried to hit on me. I dropped him to the ground and had my boot squishing his precious member. The only thing he kept muttering was Liquid, like he was using some sort of safe word. It’s not the coolest name, but it stuck. ”

“A road name? Is that like a nickname?” I ask, looking around at all the people that are staring at me.

“Something like that. Only when I am here in the club, they only call me by my road name, like all the other members. It’s a sign of respect.” I nod my head.

I turn around on my stool to take in the room.

Several of the females have on clothes that should only be worn to entice men.

As Paul and the man he called Sue come out of the back hall, I notice a woman step forward.

She wraps her hand around Paul’s neck and pulls him down toward her face.

Her free hand slides down his chest and grips his crotch—a sign to me that she owns him.

“Jess, don’t,” Crowne says.

“It’s okay. I will just head out. Make sure you come to me if you need anything.” I smile as I slide off the stool. I turn to leave and bump into a tall native man.

“She isn’t supposed to be here,” he states, looking from me to the woman who is still trying to suck Paul’s lips off his face.

“I think it’s me who isn’t supposed to be here. I am not a homewrecker,” I reply, trying to step around him, but I walk into another man. This one is skinner than the rest of them, but he looks like a bendy version of the hulk.

“No, sweetness. What Skoden here should have said is that woman has been banned from anything to do with the RBMC and its members. She truly isn’t allowed to be here.

If you turn your head, you will see what is going to happen in about five seconds,” he says, turning my body so I can watch what is taking place.

An older lady steps forward and grabs her by the hair. A woman who looks like she could be her twin steps up and grabs her arm, then twists it behind her back.

“That woman is a menace. Who let her in?” another voice says, as they step up beside me.

I turn to look in his direction and notice all the people around me have a leather vest on with a patch on the left breast. I begin to scan their patches and notice there are name plates on their right breast. I see Neo, Pure, Skoden, Slick, Pigeon, Brownie and Liquid.

The only other members with vests on are behind the bar and they don’t have any patches on their vests only the word prospect.

“You are not allowed to be here. You were told to stay off the property and away from any member of this club. Why are you here?” Sue states, loud enough for the entire room to hear. Although, he could have whispered it and everyone would have heard since the room had falling quiet.

“Watch what happens to people that don’t listen,” Crowne states.

Turning my head to watch what they are going to do. I see the girls march her toward the door and slam her against the wall before opening the door.

“Mom is going to know about this,” the one being marched out of the building screams.

The one holding her arm shouts back, “Your ass needs to learn a lesson. No means fucking NO .”

“Lynx didn’t say no yesterday when I had his cock in my mouth,” she states, looking at me, a smirk playing on her lips.

I step forward, slowly making my way toward the struggling woman.

When I am within earshot, so only she and the other two ladies can hear what I have to say do I start, “I don’t know you, and I will never know who you are.

You are the reason women are rarely believed when they step forward about being abused by someone close.

No means no whether from a woman or a man.

You should have your womanhood card revoked and shoved in a place the sun don’t shine.

I hope you never have to go through years of abuse at the hands of a man you pledged your heart to.

I hope you never have to deal with hospital visits where every bone in your body has been broken.

And my last wish, I hope you never have to deal with hiding from a man because they threatened to kill you.

Do better. Life has so much more meaning.

Trust me, the right man doesn’t want you for the two lips between your legs.

He wants you for the entire package.” I grab the open door and hold it to allow the women to drag her outside before I step through and look up to the sky.

“Your peace is more important than your negative thoughts,” I say for my ears only.

“You’ve seen the hands of abuse?” the female who had the handful of the other chick’s hair asks, and I nod.

“I promise you are safe,” she says, then walks back into the building.

Leaving me with the crisp air and the dangerous thoughts that are creeping into my head, threatening to take over my entire thought process.