Chapter 35
-:- VICTORIA -:-
Saturday night - TJs
“Come on, Vicky, let’s dance some more,” Raven laughs as she drags me onto the dance floor.
I’ve only met some of the women for a moment at the Sunday workout sessions. Raven is my kind of person. She and Bethy would have gotten along so well. It’s strange how my thoughts always go back to Bethy. She was such a huge part of my life that I hope I can carry her with me in my thoughts until we meet again.
We are all dressed as cowgirls and some of us have pants while others have skirts. What we all do have is energy and excitement. The line dancing in the western clothing feels great and leads to some authenticity. Great fun this dressing up!
Ten minutes later, Beer stands with a microphone announcing a special return for one evening of Hot Hogs Inc. With that, a Harley-Davidson appears and is placed where everyone can see it. I look at Raven, and she smirks, it’s a smirk I’m not sure of.
Raven grabs my hand and leads me back to our seats. I’m hot and getting tired. I’m missing Chaos, too. My Vinny, as I think ofhim, and have whispered to him a time or two when we are in the middle of something passionate.
The first time I called him Vinny, he came to a grinding halt, and yes, I say that tongue in cheek. He looked at me seriously, then kissed me so thoroughly before saying he loved that I called him that, right at that moment. But not to say it in front of the brothers. Then he went right back to what he was doing, much to my orgasmic delight.
My eyes nearly pop out of my head when Meat, Drag, Hammer, my damn Chaos, and four more brothers walk onto the stage area and start a synchronized dance routine.
Imagine the scene: Meat, Drag, Hammer, and Chaos, along with four other brothers, strode onto the stage, their presence instantly captivating the audience. A carefully orchestrated, synchronized striptease unfolds, capturing the audience's attention and filling their eyes with awe. This moment isn’t just about shock value—it embodies performance art, precision, and a bold statement of confidence and camaraderie by the brothers, and they are all enjoying themselves immensely.
The dance is entertaining I have to admit, but I’m not so sure about the part where they take their clothes off, one piece at a time. They move as one on the dance floor, their bodies in perfect rhythm and understanding. Honestly, I'm shocked they're doing this. I never figured bikers for this kind of thing!
The music is blaring out, and if the other women here are like me, they can feel it vibrating through their bodies. It certainly pulses through mine, and even if it wasn’t my man up there, I think it would be having an immensely pleasurable effect.
Watching the brothers gyrate and run their hands over themselves is stirring up the crowd of women. I only have eyes for my man, and he’s proven already that he is man enough for me. I think we may put that to the test yet again once we’re home.
Poor Corey, though. If we’re not careful, we may do him some emotional damage by having to listen to all this sex so early in our relationship. I wonder if I can arrange a few sleepovers for him in the near future? We could really go wild then and give Mrs. Lincoln something to complain about!
When they are at the end of the routine and throw the last piece of clothing, they are quick to cover their manhood with a hand. But the sight of all their bare asses as they leave the stage is something to behold, as Bethy would have said.
Fifteen minutes later, and I’m standing, still in shock I admit, at the sight of my man stripping his clothes off in front of all these women.
Star isn’t worried at all that everyone saw her man’s junk in the trunk, but me? I’m not so sure I like it.
A woman standing near me and the other ol’ ladies has me turning around fast when she makes a grab for Chaos, who is now dressed and walking toward me.
I jump forward, blocking her hand, which is outstretched to touch him, “Mine!” I snarl while holding up my hand to show her my wedding ring.
Now, I’m not sure if she isn’t quite right in the head, you know a sandwich short of a picnic, or the lift doesn’t go right to the top kind of thing, but she tries to sidestep me to get to Chaos.
Her friend, however, takes a huge step back and shakes her head as though to say, nope, I’m not in on this.
I grab the idiot as she shoulders me to pass, and I get a good hold on her hair, pulling so hard that I may have pulled roots out of her head. Do I care? Not a jot.
“Get away from my husband,” I snarl as I drag her away from Chaos, who is standing with his arms folded over his chest and grinning like a fool.
“Get off me, bitch!” the stupid idiot shouts at me.
“You think I’m going to let go of you when you are hitting on my man?” I look up and see Raven, Winter, Jo, and Carrie forming a solid wall of women between me and the crowd that has collected to get a good look at what is happening.
“He’s only your man for now, but I’ll get him away from you!”
“Are you out of your mind?” I shout as I shake shit out of her. Now, I have to just tell you that when you are feeling antsy and you need to let some stress out, this is a good way to do it. I am thoroughly enjoying the fact that I’m putting this bitch in her place.
My hands and arms are getting clawed, and when I see a false nail fly off her finger, I scrunch my nose at her. I point at the fingernail, and for some reason that seems to rattle her. She screams and launches herself at me.
I don’t have the hand-to-hand that the others have, yet. But I don’t hold myself back. I pull my arm behind me as I was shown in training, ball my fist and let it fly. It hit her clean on her chin, exactly where I’d meant it to hit. Her head flies back, and she staggers some before slowly turning back to me while holding her face.
