Chapter 8

John woke up with a start. The room smelled of sex and stale beer. Looking down he saw Pixy and Mary sleeping naked on the floor hugging each other with the morning sunlight casting some interesting shadows from their tits through the living room window. He reached down and shook Pixy’s shoulder. Her brilliant blue eyes looked confused when they opened. She looked around and startled slightly after seeing Mary. She shook her friend’s shoulder to wake her.

John said, “Jose will be here in half an hour, we need to shake a leg.”

Both stood, and staggered. John noticed the red hand prints on Pixy’s ass and asked,

“You going to be able to ride?” as he pointed at her ass.

“I’ll make it” she said as she rubbed her ass. Looking at Pixy’s ass, Mary said, “It looks like art work in this light” as she giggled.

Looking at Mary, John said, “I never did ask if you had to work today?”

“Unfortunately, yes, so I better get moving next door.” After which, she quickly put on her clothes and walked out of John’s camper.

Pixy got dressed and followed her. As she walked out, she called back “Give me half an hour and I’ll be ready.”

John gave her a thumbs up as she left. He then went over and prepared his coffee.

Putting on some slippers, he went outside to extract his bike from the back. After pulling it out, he set it down on the airbags flat on the ground resting on the metal pads underneath. He then went back inside and did a rapid clean up of beer cans. Walking to the back, he did his morning ablutions, then got dressed in standard T-shirt, jeans, ridding boots, and a leather jacket with the Globe and Anchor USMC patch on it. After pouring a cup of coffee in his travel mug, he went outside to wait on Jose while sitting on his bike. Jose pulled up on a custom bike of his own with Maria on the back. He looped around the bench and stopped next to John. “Ready to roll boss?”

John looked over to Mary’s trailer and out came Pixy about then.

She was wearing tight leather riding pants that looked painted on. She had a cropped riding vest laced with leather in the front that exposed copious tit flesh and cleavage. She had leather riding boots that pumped up her ass as she walked. There was a leather jacket over her shoulder, and she was carrying her own helmet with a DILLIGAF sticker on the back. John noticed her hair was now black as a crow feather with neon blue streaks in it.

John said, “I’m guessing this is what you wear when riding with Mary.” She nodded her head.

“Let me see the back of your jacket.” With a confused look, she held it up for him to see. “At least you weren’t stupid enough to put a 1% on it. That’s an Iron Order patch, it can get you shot in Vegas. Go put it back and grab your welding leather.”

She pouted then went back to the trailer and came back out with her welding leather jacket on. Her tits were no longer on display. When she got with them again, he grabbed her helmet and pulled out a knife to do a field modification on it. He stuck a small electronics package in the helmet and handed her an ear bud showing her how to secure it. After that he strapped a throat mic, like everyone else was wearing, around her neck. “This will let us communicate while riding up to two miles away from each other as long as it’s near this bike. Now get on back and we’ll get going.”

After she got on, he started up and adjusted the air ride bags for the added weight, then rode out of the park.

Pixy could hear the others talking but didn’t know how to key her mic. When they got side by side at a light, Maria motioned to Pixy and said “Just tense your throat to key the mic.” She reached up and pulled the strap tighter as she’d tried that already. Trying it again, she said, “Thanks” as she keyed the mic.

Pixy then leaned into John’s back holding his waist tight watching the desert roll by day dreaming about the fucking he’d given her last night, as the vibration from the bike began to make her wet.

After another hour of riding, they started hearing voices not their own. John hand signed to pull over to Jose.

After stopping he switched the frequency on the base then asked Pixy for her helmet again. He dug out the package and showed her how to change frequency by changing it for her. He yelled back to Jose “738” while signing the same, then they then rode off again. Keying his mic, John said, “We need to upgrade. When we get into Vegas, I’ll take Pixy here and get us a new set.” Keying her mic, Pixy asked “Why?” John replied “Those voices were Banditos. I didn’t see any bikes, so they were in a car or truck likely scouting. That spells trouble. About that time, on the other side of the highway, a long train of bikes came into view. Jose keyed up “Boss, didn’t we hear recently the Banditos and Hells Angels had a beef in these parts?”

“Yes” John replied. “That group up there are probably the Angels those guys were looking for.”

“PULL OVER! PULL OVER!” John keyed and signed at the same time.

After they stopped, they saw a van pull over ahead of them., and a pile of people getting out armed to the hilt. As the column of bikes came abreast to them, they opened fire on them.

It didn’t take long for the return fire to come peppering the van and the gunmen. It was over in less than thirty seconds. Two Angels came across the medium riding towards Johns group. John keyed up and said, “Let me do the talking and keep your faces as neutral as you can.”

After they stopped the one in the back leveled a shotgun in their direction. The lead then asked “We saw you stop. Get off those bikes and turn around slowly or my friend here cuts you in half.” After they had turned the guy said “Get back on your bikes.” Then he asked “Why did you stop?” John said “I saw the shadows through the van back glass. I knew it wasn’t anything good.” He then explained hearing radio chatter with Banditos call signs, but no bikes around. “Two plus two said to pull the fuck over” he finished. The guy then said with a nod, “Get the fuck out of here, and remember, you didn’t see shit.”

John didn’t let the door hit him in the ass. They punched it down the highway. John then keyed up “And that is why you don’t wear colors in strange territory. If they’d seen MC colors other than Angels friendly MC, they’d have shot us.”

After another forty-five minutes, they pulled onto the strip. Jose sounded off “Maria found us a couple of rooms at the Red Rock. You guys’ game?” John looked over and saw Maria on her cell phone. He nodded and thumbed up to the comment, so they headed that direction. On the way, they came up on Paint Rock Harley Davidson, so they turned in to the lot. They were apparently sponsoring a bike show today and hundreds of custom bikes jammed the parking lot. Looking over to the other end of the lot, John spotted a familiar logo on the side of a truck. He stopped and pulled out his phone dialing Al’s cell.