Scythe
The clattering of large doors always puts me on high alert; this place could strip away your soul, you no longer belong to you. The white walls so stale, the beds that are built into the wall and the small stainless-steel toilet and wash basin with a few shelves have been my home for the past four years. Everything in here is so regimented, you're told when to sleep, when to wake up, when to eat, and I've been in here for four-fuckin' years. Four years of my life’s gone by for the club, am I pissed, fuck yes. Do I regret it, not for a fuckin’ minute, I'd die for my club my Brothers and the colors I wear on my skin and leathers? They were my saving grace as a kid, and no one can tell me that living a life I do is wrong.
I step through the gates and take a deep breath, smiling, freedom, no motherfuckers’ tellin’ me what to do “Yo motherfucker you just gonna stand there” I smile I'd know that voice anywhere.
“Yeah, I am fucker just gimme a minute,” he laughs as I hear his boots walk across the asphalt and I look at him, he drags me in for a hug slappin’ my back hard (fucker)
“Fuck man, you takin' steroids in there or what? Your fuckin’ huge!” I smile liftin’ my arm
“Nothin’ else to do other than jack off or work out man” we both laugh as he pulls me in for another hug “Alright, let me fuckin’ go, people are gonna think were fuckin’ gay.”
“Come on, I know you got some in there, some little bitch suckin’ ya dick.”
“Fuck off, the only action my dick got was from my own hand, and before you ask, no I wasn’t bent over and fucked in the ass,” I tell him, and he laughs.
“Sure, sure” I swing at him but he ducks punchin' me in the stomach, and I double over grabbin’ my stomach.
“Still punch like a woman I see,” I tell him and he laughs givin’ me the finger headin' towards his bike. When I see my baby sittin’ there I smile, fuck I've missed her so much. I walk towards her rubbin' my hand over the tank doing a three-sixty around her, her chrome shinnin’ in the sunshine.
“Kept her tuned up for ya Brother,” he tells me, and I smile lookin’ at him.
“Thanks, man she looks good” I sit on the leather seat, smilin' (fuck I've missed ridin’) the feel of the leather seat feels like home.
“You gonna pull out ya dick and rub it all over her or are ya gonna start her up so we can get the fuck out of here,” he says, and I laugh startin' her up, the rumble between my legs gettin' me hard instantly (fuck I've missed this)
**
Pullin up to the clubhouse my heart was racin’, the first time I came here flashes through my mind. Even though I was shittin’ my pants at the time, I knew I fuckin’ wanted it. The gates, slide open, and I ride in backin' my bike in next to Cookie. “Fuck that was a long ride, I need a fuckin’ drink,” he says, as I look around takin’ it all in. The bikes, trucks, the clubhouse; everything as it was “You comin’ or not fuckhead” Cookie says, as I get off my bike and he pulls me in for another hug
“Dude, are you into guys now or what?” I ask him, and he laughs, shakin’ his head lookin’ at me
“Fuck off! Just missed ya that's all” I raise my eyebrow at him.
“You sure” I look him up and down, his clean-shaven polished nails, clean clothes the all-American boy hair cut very metrosexual.
“Fuck off, I just like to look good,” he says, and I smile tryin’ to bite my tongue.
“If you say so.”
“Fuck off, women love it” I laugh so hard, and he just stands their arms across his chest, feet apart “Fuck you, asshole, you wish I were gay,” he says smilin’ at me.
“Yeah you look good,” I tell him.
“Come on, four years in jail and the first thing you see is me, who wouldn't want this” I laugh harder (fuck it's so good to be back)
“Fuck off; I'd rather fuck my bike than you,” I tell him.
“The way you were lookin’ at her, I thought you were gonna whip ya dick out and fuck her tailpipe” I give him the finger smilin' as we walk into the clubhouse
“Fuck it's good to be home,” I tell him and Cookie smiles.
“Brother it's fuckin’ good to have you home” we walk towards the bar, and a drink is placed in front of me.
“Drink up Brother plenty more of that to come,” Cookie says smilin'.
*
As night came all the Brothers showed up and the night turned into a fuckin’ hell of a welcome home party, drinks pussy more drinks and a lot more fuckin’ pussy. I had four years of fuckin’ to make up for, and I was plannin’ on using every minute with a drink in my hand and a woman on my dick.
****
Ava
Sitting in the clubhouse waiting for my mom, I was reading a book at the bar “Widow” someone says, and I turn to see Shannon, Neo’s latest fuck standing there. I turn back to my book, ignoring her “Why aren’t you helping us Old Ladies” she says, and I laugh.
“Bitch you’re not an Old Lady, you're just another woman for Neo to fuck, so fuck off and leave me alone,” I tell her, I know she’s giving me the stink eye, her body posture ridged and her hands on her hip.
“Fuck you Widow, what the fuck are you nothing that’s what? Just another paycheck for the club. Neo’s told me how they all use you, you're just another whore to the club only you’re not having any of the fucking fun.”
“Bitch, get the fuck away from me,” I tell her getting fucking pissed, and she laughs.
“See, you don’t even have an argument for it because you know it’s true. I feel sorry for you Widow, all these sexy men wanting you, and not one of them wants to fuck you” I stand up, and she steps back.
“Back off bitch,” I tell her before I ram my fist through her goddamn head, making a nice new hole, but what she says is true. The club does use me and what do I get out of it, not what I want that’s for damn sure.