“I don’t want them eating my hand, baby. They’re going to be eating my dick.”
The Skulls could make a go of it, and he’d just recently heard Chaos Bleeds had settled down, and Trojans MC had always been in one place. It was time for the Dirty Fuckers to have a place, and women were going to be surrounding them like flies around shit.
Chapter One
Five years later
Cora Short glanced across her small apartment to where her friend, Stacey, was wriggling her tits in the mirror. She rolled her eyes at the sight but didn’t say anything about how her friend actually looked. Stacey looked hot, but she was trying a little too hard to show off too much flesh.
“What the hell are you doing?” Cora asked. It was a Friday night, and she had the whole of the weekend off. She worked as a secretary at Greater Falls high school. Stacey was the history teacher and a huge flirt, but never crossed the line with any of the kids or flirted with them. Her friend only flirted with men who clearly knew what they could give her. Cora adored her, even if she was a slut most of the time.
“I’m going to that club tonight. I don’t give a shit what you say, Cora. I need to get laid, and the only way to do that is to go out and find it.” Stacey faced the small mirror and finished doing her makeup.
“I’ve not got a problem with getting laid. I like having sex.”
“You’ve not had any in forever.”
“So, it’s not my fault that half the guys here bore me.”
“You’ve just got to take a dick where you can get one.”
“I thought you were going after the gym teacher, Bill?” Cora asked, changing the topic of conversation.
“Please, that asshole can’t get past his own reflection. He’s a waste of space, and I want to experience an actual orgasm tonight.”
Cora frowned. “Wait, you’re not going to that MC club are you?”
The Dirty Fuckers MC had spent the past five years gaining a reputation for themselves. Cora had returned to Greater Falls once she failed college, and ditched her cheating fiancé. Besides screwing everything up in her life, she was kind of happy. She’d not been with a guy in three years, but she didn’t need a man to be happy. She had sex regularly with random men, but she’d not actually had a steady relationship in a long time. Cora didn’t want to have a relationship with just anyone.
The one constant in her life was the vibrator that she owned, and it took care of all of her needs, never cheated, and never told her no. Cora would never admit that she’d named her vibrator Jay. Such a simple easy name to remember, and one she wasn’t going to forget anytime soon.
“Yes, I’m going there. I’ve heard many women come out of there with so many tales, and I want to be taken care of.” Stacey started to whine. “I need to have a good night of sex to make myself feel alive.
“I hope you mean not killed. You know these MCs are dangerous.”
“Not all MC clubs are dangerous,” Stacey said, turning back to face her.
Cora took in the sight of her friend. “You look like you mean business.”
“Good. I’m going out to fuck, nothing else.”
Rolling her eyes, Cora turned the page of the newspaper she’d been reading.
“You’re coming with me,” she said.
“Wait? What?”
“You heard, Miss Smarty Pants,” Stacey said. “Get up and get dressed. You’re going out with me, and we’re going to find you some action. I’m not going on my own while you’re alone.”
“No, that’s not happening.”
“Er, yeah it is.”
“No, it’s not, and I’ll tell you why. One, I don’t feel like going out, and two, I’ve got a date.”
“Jay doesn’t count.”
She had almost forgotten that Stacey had gotten her drunk, and gotten the truth out of her about naming her vibrator. Cora had threatened extreme bodily harm if Stacey mentioned it to anyone. She would sit on her friend until she screamed for mercy. Cora was bigger than her friend at a size sixteen, while Stacey was a size ten. Cora had never worried about her weight. She ate what she liked, and if men didn’t like her curves, they could go and fuck themselves.