Chapter 6

“Just about anything is faster,” he said with a snort.

“Ladies,” I said, ignoring him for a moment. “I’m going to give you the same piece of wisdom I passed on to Kelsey over the weekend. Pick your men and your bikes the same way: skip over the ones that move really fast. Pick the ones that are made for distance instead. You’ll never go wrong, right, Sugar?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she giggled. “You should let the girls sit on the bike for a minute,” she suggested, her eyes sparkling.

I wondered what she was up to, but I shrugged and slid back onto the back seat and motioned for them to come on. “Sure. We’re not in a particular hurry.”

Rose came first, climbing on in front of me and settling her rump against my cock, which had started to take an interest in the day now that there were girls. Rose was a very cute African American girl with full lips and a light skin-tone. She wriggled around for a few minutes, looking over her shoulder at me coyly as the bike thrummed beneath us.

“You ready?” I asked and she nodded. I slipped a hand around her to hold onto her, my fingers pressed to her stomach and then I goosed the throttle, making her stiffen, her head falling back against my shoulder.

“Oh, wow!” she gasped when the engine returned to idle. I chuckled and removed my hand from her stomach so she could get off the bike. Her legs were a little unsteady, but she was happy with the experience.

Leanne was next. She was a typical mid-western farm girl. Her auburn hair was in pig tails and she was bold as brass, swinging her leg over the bike and bending forward a little to make sure I got the best look at her ass before she settled it to grind against my cock a little. Leanne wasn’t small or dainty, but she was gorgeous in her own right, with thick legs, powerful arms and broad shoulders that would have made her look masculine if they weren’t balanced by an incredibly round ass and gigantic tits. She also possessed a very direct manner. She leaned right back against me once her ass was settled and pulled my arm around her before looking over her shoulder at me.

I revved the engine for her and she squealed with delight, her hands holding my arm tightly against her for a moment. When the noise died down, she grinned at me and whispered, “Thank you, Daddy.” before giving me a peck on the cheek and getting up.

Swan came forward a lot more shyly than the other two and smiled at me. She was Korean American and so small, she could have passed for ten. She looked like she wasn’t sure how to get on the bike and looked to me for help. I nodded and lifted her up onto the bike in front of me. She was too small to reach the ground on her own and I was reminded of my own early riding experiences. I held her steady, but my hand was a little higher on her torso than it had been for the other girls. Frankly, I was worried she might slide off if I didn’t have a better position to catch her.

I gunned the engine for her and she squirmed, quite obviously having herself a pleasant little orgasm. She hummed dreamily to herself for a second afterwards. She finally came to her senses and then looked up at me. She grinned and asked me to help her down.

I let her down off the bike and was about to straighten up when she whirled and wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tight. “Is it okay for me to call you Daddy too?” she whispered in my ear.

I nodded for her and hugged her back gently. “I think that’s becoming my new name, Pumpkin.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” she said loudly enough for the other girls to hear. I smiled at her and she blushed a little.

I slid to the front seat again, and chuckled. “You’re all very welcome, girls. Maybe the next time you visit Kelsey, I’ll give you a little ride to give you a taste of what it’s like. Now you know what a bike built for distance feels like. If any of you have taken a ride from a bike meant to go faster, you know which you prefer now.”

“Yes, Daddy!” all four of them said, giggling.

Chad was not amused. “Fuck you, old man and fuck you cunts too.”

“Hey!” I snapped at him. “Apologize to them. Now!” I told him.

“Or what? You’ll beat me up? There’s cameras here, dumb-fuck. What are you gonna do?”

“Fair warning, Chihuahua,” I told him. “Bikers that ride bikes like mine bury bikers that ride bikes like yours out in the woods. Sometimes, if we’re feeling nice, we’ll bury your bike with you.”

“You threatening me?” he shouted, starting to act tough. “My dad’s a cop, yo! I’ll get you arrested.”

“I shot my first cop when I was six,” I told him, unimpressed. “Took his service pistol from him and shot him in the leg. Call your dad to come arrest me and see what happens.”

He looked like he wanted to back down, but we’d attracted a bit of a crowd and he’d shouted so they all heard, so he pulled out his cellphone and started calling. Kelsey looked scared and upset, but I shook my head that there was nothing to be scared of.

“Hey, Dad!” Chad said into the phone. “You need to come quick! There’s a piece of shit biker down here threatening to kill me. He says he shoots cops.”

I ignored him for the moment and swung my leg over the side of the bike so I was sitting on it facing the girls. “While Chihuahua calls for a big dog, girls, let’s have a chat about safety. I guess you’ve all been on Chihuahua’s motor scooter?”

They nodded.

I figured as much. “Chihuahua likes to brag that his bike is fast and it probably is,” I allowed. I was talking loud enough so that the students watching us could hear. “Chihuahua also likes to ride without a helmet. That’s stupid. Chihuahua’s stupid to ride like that. If he gets in an accident or just does something stupid while he’s going too fast, he’s going to die. That’s okay, because Chihuahua’s not much of an asset to the world, so him turning himself into a greasy smear on a mile of road isn’t such a terrible thing. You girls, though, are pretty and bright and have friends and people who love you. I don’t want to see you get hurt. When you ride, use a helmet every time. If there’s no helmet, then there’s no room on the bike for you, got it?”

“Yes, Daddy!” was the answer I got from all four of them.

I smiled at them. “I was in an accident last year because a drunk driver hit me. If I hadn’t been wearing my helmet, I’d be dead or worse. I could have ended up brain-damaged like Chihuahua, here.”

Chad was getting madder and madder, turning a bright red color. He was going to have a migraine tomorrow if he kept it in much longer.

“Hey, kids!” I said, raising my voice. “This is Chihuahua,” I told them, pointing to Chad. “I’m told he liked to call himself Chopper, but this,” I patted my bike, “is a chopper. That,” I pointed back at Chad again, “is a whiny little bobble-head that thinks he’s a big dog. If any of your friends haven’t heard the new nickname and wonder why you want them to call him Chihuahua, just answer like this.” I gave Chad a pitying look and held my finger and thumb about an inch apart. “I don’t think they’ll have any more questions.”

By this point, we could hear the siren and it was getting close. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

The car came screaming up and pulled up practically against my front tire to block me in. I calmly pointed to the cops inside and then motioned for them to come here.

They got out of the car and one of them came over to find out what was going on. He had his hand on his gun until he saw me.

“You gonna pull your gun on me?” I asked him with a vague interest. His partner looked like he was ready to pull his piece too.

“We got a report of-” he started to say when I cut him off.

“No you didn’t,” I barked. “One of you got a personal phone call from this fuck-swab,” I said, pointing to Chihuahua, “and you put your career in jeopardy to run down here on his say-so. Which of you is responsible for that.”

The partner who’d been driving and was still by the car started to relax. “This is your party, Billy,” he said. “You told me that there was someone firing shots down here.”

I rolled my eyes. “Alright, Billy. Let’s talk. Your kid needs a punch in the mouth. Out of respect for the amount dentists bills cost, I haven’t given him one.”

“Alright. What happened?” he asked, coming over to talk.

“My name’s Jake Landry. I’m here to pick up Kelsey Porter. Her mother and I have been concerned because Chihuahua there, has been trying to get her to ride with him without a helmet, trying to get her to go out to parties on the lake and trying to get her to defy her mother’s rules about dating. The three of us decided over the weekend that we’d relax some of her restrictions, so long as we met and approved of her boyfriend before they went out. When I got to the school, Kelsey was having a rather heated argument with Chihuahua, but she still introduced him. He was rude and snide, but I let it pass until he called the girls ‘cunts’. I told him to apologize and he refused, assuming that he’d just skate. I told him that bikers that ride bikes like mine bury bikers that ride bikes like his in the woods and if we’re in a good mood, we’ll sometimes bury the bike with them. He got upset and threatened to have his Daddy come down here and arrest me. I told him to go ahead. Cops don’t scare me. I shot a cop when I was six. So he called and whined that the bad man said mean things and Daddy came a’ runnin’.”

“You shot a cop when you were six?” he said, appalled.

“Long story. He arrested me because my parents were bikers, but putting handcuffs on a six year old is like giving us brass knuckles. They don’t fit on us and they give us something heavy to swing. I slipped out of them, busted out the back windows and was crawling out onto the trunk when they managed to stop the car. Knocked his partner out cold-junk with a handful of cuffs and popped him pretty good too. He was on the ground, trying to get his head to stop spinning when I pulled his gun out of the holster and it went off. He took one in the meat of the thigh and I used the rest of the clip to shoot up the cruiser for fun. By the time they caught up to me, I’d emptied his gun, used all his spare clips and done the same with his partner’s gun. Lawyers had a field day, judge asked a lot of questions about why they arrested me in the first place, who’s genius idea it was to put handcuffs on me and how two deputies couldn’t control a six year old. Case was dismissed, but I still stay away from that one county in Arizona. Just in case.”

“Okay, that clears up that part, but there’s still the death threats.”

“I didn’t threaten to kill him. I didn’t even threaten to bury him. I told him that it’s happened that people that ride bikes like this have buried people who ride bikes like his. He may FEEL threatened, but that’s because he’s a chicken-shit pussy.”

He looked at his son and his lips thinned. “I understand. Thank you for leaving his teeth in his head.”

I nodded. “For the record, Kelsey’s mother and I don’t approve of your son dating her. I don’t approve of him speaking to her. I’m sure after I tell her mother what happened here today, she’ll agree. If Kelsey comes home and tells us that Chihuahua spoke to her at all, we’ll be very disgruntled. I can understand if you’d rather we handle things with lawyers. Our solution would be to get a restraining order and force him to change schools. I’d personally prefer to allow you to handle your son, rather than do that.”

“I appreciate that,” he said, still looking at his son. “I promise you, my wife and I will have a long talk with him about this.”

“You might want to consider making him wear a helmet if he’s going to ride. Kelsey tells us that he refuses to wear one and doesn’t provide his passengers with one. That’s part of the reason that he’s not allowed to date her. If he doesn’t care enough about his own life to use safety gear, that’s his business. If he doesn’t care enough about his passengers to make sure they have protection, then I take it personally. I don’t think he should be allowed to ride without a helmet, but that’s just me.”

“He’s supposed to be wearing one,” he told me. “Don’t worry. I don’t think you’ll be seeing his bike on the road any time soon. As a matter of fact, I think we’ll be seeing a lot of change for him over the next little while.”

I nodded. “Sorry if this caused you any trouble,” I told him and offered him my hand. “I think he’s gonna get punished a little here too once his new nickname gets around.”

He looked at his son sourly. “I think he might find his new name follows him home,” he muttered as we shook. “Thanks for letting me know he’s been riding without a helmet and thanks for letting me know he’s been doing other suicidal things.” He hesitated, but continued. “If you’ve been in the lifestyle this long, you’re probably carrying. I won’t ask because you didn’t pull it and the way he was mouthing-off, you could have. I’m just glad you didn’t shoot him. Days like this, I’d dread the paperwork.” He nodded to me and went to deal with his son.

Kelsey came to hug me and the other girls crowded around. “I thought you were dead!” she said nervously.

“Nah,” I said with a grin. “I’ve got a good lawyer. It would have turned out fine.”

She nodded and we watched while Chihuahua got the loud side of the law from his dad. “I forget anything?” he growled to me in the middle of his lecture.

“Respect for women?” I suggested. “He can call me an Old Man all he wants, but calling the girls cunts ain’t cool. You might also want to let him know that for bikers, ‘Old Man’ is usually what girls call the guy that rides them after dark. He ain’t my type.”

He nodded and we were treated to another lecture about how to treat women. At the end of the lecture, he had to hand over his bike keys and his phone to his father and was put in the back of the cruiser while being yelled at about him distracting his father at work while there were people who needed help out there.

I smiled at Kelsey and gave her a peck on the nose before including the rest of the girls in the smile.

“Kelsey and I are headed off to shop for her riding outfit,” I told them. “I want to talk to you girls about something first though.”

They were all ears and a few other students were and a teacher or two from the faculty who’d come out to investigate the sirens.

I was a little uncomfortable about that, but it was fine. “What that kid did wasn’t respectful. You girls respect yourselves and each other, no matter what. If a boy calls you names like that, you don’t need that shit in your life. There’s too many people telling you that you need to be taller or thinner or prettier or smarter or something else that you can’t change. You’re good the way you are. You don’t need someone running you down to make him feel better about himself for striking out with you. That’s not to say you can’t get a little thrill out of getting called a dirty little pet name. I know a couple of girls that like it when they get called sluts by their Old Man. That’s a different situation.”

“Have YOU ever called a girl a slut?” Leanne asked sweetly.

“I sure have,” I told her. “Not to put her down though. When sex is at its best, you’ll find yourself letting go of all the things you normally wouldn’t do and letting yourself live in the moment. You leave your inhibitions behind and be the kind of wild slut that knows what she wants and doesn’t want to put up with shit about wanting it. When someone calls you a slut in that moment, it’s not a curse or a put-down. That’s someone that’s really glad they found you and you found them.”

They nodded about that. “So what about what he was calling us?” Swan asked quietly.

I shrugged. “I think he was pretty sure that he was gonna get to fuck at least two of you girls before the end of the school year until today,” I told her. “He thought his bike made him hot shit and seeing a real bike made him sour, especially when you girls seemed a lot more impressed with it than his little toy. Now he’s pretty sure that you four are gonna pick your men and your bikes for distance, rather than speed.”

They blushed, but nodded about that some. “I know I am,” Rose said with a grin. “How much does a bike like this really cost?” she asked.

“They can get up to $50,000 or more for a new one or a custom job, but a starter bike can go for under $8000 if you can find a private seller that’s motivated to get rid of their bike,” I told her. “This bike is priceless. It belonged to my Pop. He got it years ago and put a lot of time and parts into it. The hours we spent in the garage make it worth more to me than anyone could pay me for it.”

We talked about bikes for a few minutes and school and their plans for the weekend and then Kelsey was eager to start her shopping trip, so we put our helmets on and set out to see Digger with waves from the girls and a few of the other students who’d watched, but hadn’t come over to talk.

Digger ended up leading us back to the workshop and measured Kelsey under close supervision from me. Digger was known to be a little more intimate with the fittings for the ladies than he was with the boys, so I wanted to make sure his fingers stayed on the tape-measure as he got her sizes settled. We were getting her a full jacket, pants, gloves and boots. She wanted them in the hot-pink and I let her have her way since they were her first pair. I had him add a second jacket and a pair of riding chaps in black for her to have a second outfit.

“What about design?” Digger asked. “You want these plain or you want something tooled into the leather?”

Kelsey looked to me uncertainly. “I dunno. What do you think, Daddy?” she asked.

“DADDY!” Digger burst out. “Since when are you ‘Daddy’?” he laughed at me freely. He hadn’t seen Kelsey’s face cloud when he said that.

She didn’t get upset though. She fired back on all cylinders. “You leave my Daddy alone!” she barked. “He’s mine and I’ll call him Daddy or Old Man or whatever I want!” She had her hands on her hips and was boiling for a fight. Digger was in over his head. I’d heard her screaming matches with her mother. “My mom calls him Daddy, I call him Daddy and if I have a little girl someday, when she’s old enough for a man, SHE’LL scream that he’s her Daddy too.”

“Calm down, Little Lady,” he said, trying to soothe her. “I’m not picking on him OR you. It’s just unexpected is all. Your Daddy here has been around the trails a lot of years. I remember his folks taking him to all the rallies and rides. He was born with motor oil in his veins and the road in his heart. Not like his sister. She’s ... different. Jake got his biker name when he was six after his first arrest. They called him Sheriff when he was riding. After his folks passed, he did some riding, but never any rallies that I heard about. Now he’s talking about getting back on the open road. You calling him Daddy and not Sheriff threw me.” He sat back on his dirty old work stool and chuckled. “I can’t wait to go to my grave now and be the first to tell Pops this story. He’ll laugh ‘til Cashmere gives him a swat on the rear.”