Scythe
I watch as the other Chapters ride into the compound, it’s taken a few weeks to organize the club vs. club event. The place was packed to the rafters with five of the Six Chapters here; we'd put in a few demountable cabins out the back. Cleared out the rooms upstairs and some of the boys offerin’ up their rooms, we'd just had enough room for everyone. The Old Ladies were busy makin’ sure that the rooms were ready and made up and that we had enough food for the week the Brothers were gonna be here “Fuck man, it's fuckin’ Sturgis but with the woman” Cookie says smilin’ a big sandwich in his hand I look around.
“Can't fuckin’ wait for that!” (it's been too damn long)
“Tell me about it maybe we should rethink not havin’ the woman there though” I look at him.
“What?”
“Whenever we're there, we don’t eat that much, but when the women are around, there’s a fuck load of food” I shake my head at him.
“You’re a cockhead.”
“What, it’s just common sense,” he says
“Why don’t you bring that to the table next meeting,” I tell him (dumbass)
“Maybe I will, so who’s still to come,” he asks.
“Oregon Chapter”
“Oh yeah heard they got a new fighter.”
“Yeah, apparently they threw in their Prospect at the last minute.”
“Who's fightin’ who?”
“First up is if you have a grievance against another Brother you can fight it out and then the ones that are fighting for their Chapter names are chosen out of a hat.”
“Really, that's how you're matchin’ them up,” he asks.
“Wasn't my idea, I wanted to go by weight class, but Razor said we don't live by the rules, so names go into the hat and are picked that way.”
“Who's takin’ the bets?” I lift my head towards Cuff “fuckin’ figures,” he says
“I need a fuckin’ drink,” I say, as I'm about to walk into the clubhouse the rumble of bikes can be heard getting louder, I watch as the Oregon Chapter rolls in. The bikes roll past information than the support vehicle behind them; I watch one by one as they ride in a few big guys a few not so big. Then my eyes land on her a woman, she gets off of her own bike, and I notice she’s wearin’ a Prospect jacket.
“What the fuck?” I watch as she gets off and one of the other Brothers pulls her in for a hug, she's a tiny little thing. The aviators she has on covers her eyes, but her lips are plump and juicy looking, my dick hardens as I watch her.
Her cheeks have little studs in them that glint in the sun, her arm is tattooed to the wrist (fuckin’ beautiful) I've never really minded chicks with tattoos or piercings but fuck she makes it look hot. I wonder what other tattoos or piercings she has, the jeans she’s wearin’ look like they're painted on and even though her Cuts coverin’ her tits. I can still tell they're a nice size, but it's her ass that catches my eye (fuckin’ gorgeous)
“Dude, I thought we were getting a drink,” Cookie says, and I lift my chin towards the Prospect.
“Fuck who's the hottie?” he says, and I grind my teeth feelin' pissed he's checkin’ her out my mind and dick screamin’ (MINE)
“No idea,” I say keepin’ myself in check.
“Is she wearin’ a Prospect Cut?” he asks watchin’ her.
“Yep” is all I say
“She, ride in on her man’s bike.”
“Nope road in on her own bike.”
“But she's... a woman!” he says
“I can fuckin’ see that” a fuckin’ hot woman at that.
“Are women allowed to be Prospects?” he asks.
“How the fuck do I know.”
“I don't fuckin’ know!... it's just...... she's a woman!”
“Will you quit fuckin’ sayin’ that”
“But”
“What the fuck are you two yammerin’ on about,” Stryker says walkin’ up behind us.
“That,” I say liftin' my head toward the hot chick.
“Fuck! It's true, then” I look at him.
“You knew.”
“Yeah, heard it last week, but I didn't think it was true.”
“But she's a woman!” Cookie says again, and I smack him upside the head.
“No Brother she's not just any woman, that their Brothers, is Widow Maker,” he tells us.
“Who the fuck is Widow Maker?” Cookie asks
“I thought it was a myth or someone just tellin’ stories, but she's like all the Nomads in one.”
“Her! She's like four feet fuckin’ tall” Cookie says, as I watch her closely
“And deadly from what I hear,” Stryker says
“From what you hear from who?” Cookie asks him
“Talk, when the boys were here last year.”
“Who's the dude with her?” I ask, and we all turn to the big fucker with his arm over her shoulders whisperin’ somethin’ to her
“That's Sniper, her Old man.”
“Fuck off! She's fuckin’ him,” Cookie says
“No, you fuckhead it's her dad. Apparently, he's brought her up to be like some sort of Rambo assassin chick.”
“An assassin… her!” Cookie says, laughin’’’
“Yeah, she's deadly as fuck, don't let that sweet look fool ya, she's a fuckin’ animal, she'll chew you up and gut you before you know what happened” we all look over to where people are shakin’ hands and meetin’ up.
“That little thing,” Cookie says “I'll have her on her knees suckin’ me off in no time,” and Stryker laughs.
“Dumbass I'm warnin’ you, you put your dick anywhere near her, and she'll cut it off and stick it up your ass, and she’ll smile the whole time.”
“We'll see,” he says, “you think that she's the Prospect they put in at the last minute,” Cookie asks.
“Could be?” Stryker says, and I watch her as Viper and Crash walk towards her; they hug laughin' at somethin’ Viper says. With all of the members around people are catchin’ up and shootin’ the shit Widow Maker stays next to her Old man and the Nomads but gets introduced to a few guys (should I go over) fuck I'm thinkin’ like a pussy. As I stand with my Brothers, I watch her out the corner of my eye, but catch up with Brothers I haven't seen in years, I'm standin’ there when a pair of hands run up my back, and I turn to see Bliss rubbin’ her tits all over me
“Hey baby, want some company” I place my hands over her shoulders, holdin' her next to me drinkin’ and laughin’’’, she hasn't turned my way once, but my dick is so fuckin’ hard I could hammer nails with it.
“Scythe I want you,” Bliss says, and I smile, we make our way through the crowd and just as the door to the clubhouse closes, I turn my head, seein' her watchin’ me, our eyes connect for that second before the door closes, and the connection is gone (dammit).