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Flint spots me trying to make my way through the crowd and waves me over to join the rest of the MC. From the flushed looks on their faces, I guess the other members of the Steel Infidels are already on their fourth or fifth drink.
I’m a little surprised and pleased to see that Flint has obviously imbibed his fair share of alcohol, too. Now that he is engaged, he tries to keep the partying down to a minimum.
At least when his fiancée, Kendra, is around.
I know better than anyone that there is still a wild streak in my brother that can never be fully tamed. Kendra probably senses it as well. To her credit, she loves and accepts him the way he is without trying to change him. She is a great asset to the club and has shown her loyalty many times over. Flint is damn lucky to have her.
I don’t know many women who would be willing to put up with us. The life of an old lady in a motorcycle club isn’t easy. There are rules to follow and a strict chain of command. The men run the show and the ladies follow with no questions asked. It is either put up or get out.
The motorcycle club always comes first.
No matter what.
“Any alcohol left for me?” I ask. “Or did you boys drain the bottom of the barrels already?”
The men step aside to make room for me between them. I turn to Flint. “I see you’ve already had a couple.”
He laughs and lifts the glass. “I’m making the best of my limited time left as a single man. Time is slipping away like the sand in an hourglass. I can’t waste a second.”
I clap him on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit. Kendra is going to make you toe the line once you two are married. So you had better drink up while you have the chance.”
Flint drains his glass and slams it on the bar. “You’re right, and I couldn’t be happier about it.”
I take a mental count of the group and notice one member is missing. Not surprisingly, it is our other brother, Sam. He is the youngest member of the MC and at times can be completely out of control. Sam loves the ladies more than anything else in this world, and they love him. This makes for a continuous shit heap of drama where he is concerned.
I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night more times than I can count by women on our front doorstep crying over Sam. If it gets much worse, we may be forced to move to a secret location deep in the caves of Afghanistan.
“Where the hell is Sam?” I ask. “I thought he rode over from the hotel with you guys.”
“Oh, he did,” Flint answers with a slight slur to his voice. He turns around on the bar stool to look for him in the crowd. “He’s here somewhere. Look for a cluster of women with big titties and you’ll find Sam tangled up right in the middle.”
“Speak of the devil. Here comes the little shit now.”
Sam wanders up with two big-breasted blondes, one hanging tightly onto each of his tattooed arms. He pulls back and punches my shoulder hard in greeting. I resist the urge to rub the stinging spot.
“What took you so long to get here, Jesse?” he asks. “Sorry, we had to start the party without you. We tried to wait for you, but you know how it is.” He shrugs in explanation. “Time is wasting and all that.”
I try not to stare at the large breasts of the girl closest to me. Damn! She isn’t wearing a bra, and her tight red t-shirt is doing little to conceal her ample tits and hard nipples.
“Who are your friends?” I ask as she slides a little closer. As usual, Sam isn’t wasting any time hooking up. Some things never change.
“This is Molly and Christina,” Sam answers, pointing to one and then the other. “Or is it Christina and Molly? My apologies girls, I get confused by your beauty. They’re in town all week for the rally.”
“We’re with a group of traveling strippers,” Molly explains. “Next week we’ll be moving on to Daytona Beach. It’s a fun gig. We get to go different places and do all kinds of different things.”
Oh, I bet you do.
“Sounds like an interesting job,” I say with a polite smile.
“We’re here for the Miss Panama City Bike Rally contest tonight.”
She giggles for no reason, and I gulp as her breasts threaten to spill out of her shirt. “First prize is a thousand bucks, so we signed up as soon as we heard about it. The contest should start in a half hour or so. You should all stick around and cheer for us.”
“Don’t worry, we’re not going anywhere,” Sam says. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world. Would we, guys?”
The rest of my crew grin and quickly agree. “Oh, no. We’ll be right here,” they all say. “Cheering for you gals.”
I turn back to the bartender and order another round of drinks for everyone.
The bike rally is already off to a terrific start.