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 of him, 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.
I jump from foot-to-foot like boxers do, and I give it my best to intimidate this bitch. Her eyes are so round it’s a wonder they don’t fall out of her eye sockets.
I do my pretend shuffle like the Greatest Boxer of all time, you know, Ali…I do the shuffle with as much enthusiasm as I can muster and this seems to do the trick as she turns and bolts. She pushes past Winter and Jo while the crowd behind parts like the Red Sea in the Bible stories.
Winter walks over to me, wraps her arm around my shoulder and grins so broadly I can see all her teeth. “You are the shit, babe.” That is all it takes for the ol’ ladies to wrap me in a huddle and laugh loudly.
Chaos pushes through and wraps me in his arms, telling the women to go find their men. “You are a tiger when you need to be.” Now, he laughs and kisses my forehead before hugging the shit out of me. The hug is so strong I think he’s going to break my ribs.
“Let go of me, oaf,” I say as I push him slightly away from me. Then I give him my fiercest look. “You ever show your meat and two veg to anyone ever again and you’ll be more than sorry. You’ll be speaking soprano.”
Laughing at me, Chaos kisses me with no embarrassment that everyone may be watching. When applause starts and I look around, I’m as red as a tomato, but oh, no, not Chaos…he has no shame.
****
Six Weeks Later
Bitty and I are behind a banquet table in the mall. Thankfully, the mall owner is tight with the MC. He has allowed us to fundraise for abused victims and even found us a charity that works with victims who are recovering from physical assault.
“That beard trimming thing is going well, Victoria. It looks like the girlfriends and wives are enjoying it. The men, not so much,” Bitty laughs as she points to the area we located outside the hairdressing salon who were kind enough to partake in the fundraising.
“What about the raffle for the weekend at the Hotel in Brigstone? Do you think that’s doing well?
” I ask Bitty. I have paid for a weekend as a prize because I think it is something a couple would enjoy.
Sometimes in a relationship, a step away is needed, but cannot be afforded.
I hope this will be won by someone who really needs it, and for the right reasons.
Bitty spins around fast and has a look on her face that tells me she is guilty of something.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Victoria. I forgot to tell you that the manager of the hotel came over while you were in the restroom.
He said the hotel would foot the bill for the weekend.
They’ll provide all the meals, drinks and even a sauna. ”
“Oh, that is awesome,” I reply, and I have a huge smile on my face. “I’m going to check how it’s doing.”
Standing next to Eden and Paisley, who are manning the raffle table, I can’t hold back the huge smile when Paisley tells me how well the raffle is doing. There are a lot of folded tickets in the bucket on the table when I peek inside.
“When it’s time to dip into the bucket we need to make sure it’s well shaken up, and how about we just grab a bystander to do the picking? That way it cannot be said we fixed it.” I look at Paisley and Eden, and they are nodding in agreement.
“Good idea…and done here so openly that it cannot be said it was done behind a closed door where people couldn’t see it happen. How about we set a time for the picking?” Eden suggests.
Paisley quickly jumps in. “Yeah, we can get home at a decent hour. I don’t want to be here until eight this evening.”
“Okay, let’s put a notice out for five and then we can get packed up and home to eat at a decent hour.
I’ve got to get Corey home to eat and bed.
” I start to walk away but stop when I see the little shit running around the mall laughing his butt off.
“Corey!” I shout grabbing his attention.
I wave at him to come to me, which he does along with Mia’s twins.
“Stop running or you’ll knock into someone and hurt them. You can play without running, okay?”
“Okay,” Corey quickly responds, and the twins nod before they run off again. Yeah, run off again! I sigh because honestly, I’m not going to chase them around the mall.
Back at the table I’m happy to see Bitty is talking and smiling along with Amelia and Sybil. It looks like they have gotten themselves back to being friends. As I reach them I grin when Amelia asks, “Have you seen the twins? They are supposed to be at the face painting table, but they disappeared.”
“They are running around the mall.”
I don’t add more because Amelia sighs and replies. “I told them to stay where they were, and no running. Mia is going to get pissed off with me again. I may stop watching them boys. They are too fast for me now. I reckon Mia needs to get younger childminders.”
“Maybe Dallas’ mom would have them? They could run around the ranch and tire themselves out?” I suggest, and I can see the three of them contemplating my suggestion, but you know what? I’m staying out of it because kids can drop you in hot water without even trying.