Hey guys! So in back with another PLL story! I'm not sure if this is going to stay a oneshot or become a multi chapter fic. I can see potentially writing more chapters but I've got a lot of other stories at the moment! I'll see what the response to this chapter is like ;) This is the result of being in love with Sons of Anarchy and reading too many biker romance novels. And this is dedicated to all my amazing reviewers from Control.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.

It had been a hell of a long week and next week was only going to be worse. Hanna Marin narrowed her eyes as she stared up at the menu above the bar, holding her position firm at the front of the line, despite the drunk and jostling college students around her. Finally she made her decision and ordered her drink, handing over her card and moving down to join her friends at the end of the bar. She pushed her hair out of her eyes as she scanned the room. Same old, same old. One guy caught her eye, but then he shot her a smug smile as though he knew exactly what she was thinking, and she screwed up her nose in disgust, instantly turning back around to face the bar, where her drink was being placed in front of her.

"I'm going to fail," Spencer Hastings announced, her head buried in her hands. "I'm going to fucking fail. And then I'm going to have to drop out of college, and become a high class escort to pay off my student loans." Aria Montgomery's eyes were dancing and she shared grins over Spencers back with Hanna and Emily Fields. "And who would even hire me?" Spencer turned first to Aria, and then Emily and Hanna. "Seriously, I don't have your boobs-" she waved her hand at Hanna. "Or your gorgeous skin-" this time at Emily. "Or your eyes!" That comment was directed at Aria. "Oh. My. God."

"Shut uuuuuup," Aria laughed, nudging Spencer. "Everyone feels that way at some point through college. That's why we're out tonight! To forget all that shit!"

"We're just going to get you really drunk, and then you're going to go home and you're gonna be in that tipsy horny stage, and you're going to have amazing sex with your hunk of a boyfriend and then tomorrow you can feel shitty about your life again!" Hanna threw an arm around her friend and gave it a squeeze.

"You're such a winner at making me feel better," Spencer said wryly.

"Thanks," Hanna replied brightly. "I'm glad you feel that way."

"Shots up!" Emily announced as a tray of vodka shots was pushed toward them. "So stop freaking out, because you already know that you're probably going to top your class, and get drunk with us!" Spencer rolled her eyes but accepted the shot. On the count of the three, the four girls threw back the shots, wincing at the taste as the liquid slid down their throats.

"Hey, Em," Hanna grinned and nudged her friend. "Who's that?" There was a blonde girl sitting around the side of the bar, making sex eyes at the Filipino girl next to her.

"She's a girl from my Biology lab," Emily gave a shy smile across the bar and then turned back to Hanna.

"She's been staring at you since we walked in here," Hanna grinned again. "You like her?"

"She's cute, I guess," Emily mumbled.

"She's very cute," Hanna smirked. "And she's got a nice rack too." Emily raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really? Well maybe if you like her so much, you should go over there and do her!" She replied sarcastically. Hanna shrugged.

"Hey, I haven't been laid in weeks. It's not cock, but I could definitely get off if she's good with her mouth." With the way Hanna was watching the other blonde, Emily actually believed her for a moment. Aria let out a laugh.

"Shit, Han, I didn't think it had been that long!"

"Not ages, but definitely long enough to miss something other than my own fingers between my legs!"

"Oooookay," Spencer managed to say between her laughs. "So tonight's mission is to get Ms Marin laid?"

"Sounds like a bloody good plan to me," Hanna replied, swallowing the rest of her drink and then holding out a hand for the bartender, indicating the empty shot glasses and that they wanted another round.

Caleb Rivers made his way into the bar with two of his club brothers, everyone parting for them as the three men strode toward the back of the bar, toward their usual spot. A couple of girls in tiny outfits gravitated toward them, and Garrett Reynolds looped an arm around two of them, always willing to entertain the females. Noel Kahn held up a hand to signal one of the waitresses who was more than happy to take their orders, rubbing up against the man before disappearing behind the bar. Caleb settled back in his seat, his dark eyes flickering around the bar. Club members often came to this bar, it was a good atmosphere, and full of college girls who were always lots of fun. They usually fell over themselves in their rush to get to the boys with the leather cuts and proud patches on the back, announcing their part of the local MC.

"Here you go, boys," the busty waitress winked at Caleb as she slid down a tray with six drinks on it. "It's on the house." She walked away with a sway of her hips, and Caleb watched her go. She had bleached blonde hair and looked as though she was wearing a whole makeup store on her face. She was hot, but in a very plastic kind of way. Could be good. He was horny and she looked like someone who was more than willing to bend over in the bathroom and offer him her ass.

"I love it when they travel in pairs," Garrett grinned as he looked over at Caleb and Noel. Noel gave him a grin of appreciation while Caleb just looked uninterested. The two girls were already fawning over Garrett, rubbing his crotch and thighs, and then kissing each other. "Ladies, you think you could find some more of your friends for my boys here?" The girls looked at each other and giggled, both leaning forward and taking turns to give him long lingering kisses before turning around and disappearing into the throngs of dancing people. "Shit, Caleb, you're always so uptight. I don't get it! You always have chicas over you, but you hardly ever take one home on your bike."

"Unlike you, jackass, I don't like the thought of a tramp who has ridden every single one of my brothers on the back of my bike and in my house. That's why the back of club rooms and the bathrooms do me just fine," Caleb replied, his tone flat as he unscrewed the top of one of the beers and tossed the cap back onto the table.

"Ooh, shit," Noel let out a laugh. "Setting your standards pretty high there, Mr VP." Caleb rolled his eyes, ignoring his friend. The two girls had returns with a couple of pretty friends, none of them anything special but maybe good enough for the night.

"I gotta take a piss," Caleb muttered, taking another mouthful of beer before getting out of the booth and making his way to the front of the bar where the bathroom was. Everyone moved out of the way for him, and he was glad that there was only one other male in the bathroom, because the urinals were damn close together. He zipped himself up, checked himself in the mirror quickly, running a hand through his spiky short hair and made his way back out. He straightened his leather vest, not ignorant to the grins that were given to him by a couple of girls walking past. He was watching them, had his head turned to follow their asses in those tight jeans, when he bumped into someone.

"Fucking hell!" Snapped a female voice.

"Shit, maybe watch where you're going!" Caleb snapped back, reacting without thinking.

"Asshole, I was watching where I was going. You were too busy getting a hard on over those whores," she growled. Caleb couldn't help but feel his eyebrows raise apprecitvely as he finally got a good look at the girl. She was petite with short blonde hair that curled under her jawline. She had a porcelin looking face, with dark eye makeup circling her startling blue eyes, and a nose ring that somehow looked competely out of place on her angelic-like face and yet so right there due to her fiery, defiant gaze. "Oh, for fucks sakes, and now what? You're getting a hard on over me?"

"Shit, girl, do you know who you're talking to?" Caleb wasn't angry, in fact he was enjoying the interaction. It wasn't often-or ever-that a girl talked to him like this once they knew who he was. The girl pursed her perfect lips together for a moment, giving him a once over.

"Vice President of a MC," she raised her eyebrows at him, and didn't seem ruffled at all after realizing who he was. "How nice for you. I hope you ride better than you walk." And with that, she had turned on her heel and was stalking away, back to the bar. Caleb watched her leave in amazement, the petite blonde strutting in her five inch heels, looking like a complete and utter sex God. She had a tiny dark red skirt on, that clung to her shapely legs, and a leather jacket. Under the jacket she had been wearing a simple black shirt that was low cut and showed her perfect rounded cleavage.

"Fuck me," he muttered to himself as he made his way back into the bar.

"Shit, girl, what were you doing in there?" Aria asked as Hanna came back and sat down on her barstool. "Thought you might've been assaulted or something."

"Ick," she rolled her eyes. "Dumbass motorcycle gangs who think everyone should worship them."

"Oh, one of them," Spencer screwed up her perfect little nose. "I think that it's so disgusting the way girls around here treat them. It's like the loose all self-respect and dignity-and their panties-when they see them." Aria shrugged, her dark-painted lips curling up in a smile as she lifted her glass to her mouth.

"I don't know. Some of them are pretty damn hot," she smirked. "If I wasn't with Ezra I would be all over that. Leather jackets and tattoo's." She shivered. "I would definitely have fun with one of them."

"I think you would too," Emily grinned and nudged Hanna. "Especially that one in the middle who is looking this way." Hanna couldn't help but look over her shoulder to the back of the bar where the guy with the short hair was looking at her. When he realized she was looking he raised his eyebrows and smirked, tilting the neck of his bottle in her direction. Hanna let out a snort. "I thought your aim was to get laid tonight, not find the love of your life. He would definitely know what he was doing to make you happy for the night," she giggled. "Probably a couple times over." Hanna sighed and looked down at the fresh lot of shots that had been delivered.

"This rounds on me," she told her friends, pulling out her card and reaching across the bar. The bartender gave her a quick smile and shook his head.

"It's fine, princess," he told her. "The bar tab for your group is taken care of for the rest of the night."

"What? By who?" She asked, although she had a feeling she already knew the answer.

"The VP, princess," the bartender shot her another smirk. Hanna sighed as her three friends all giggled and nudged her.

"A gentleman too," Aria grinned.

"He is not a gentlemen if his only good intention is to get himself laid," Hanna snapped back.

"And I really don't see a problem with that," Emily butted in.

"And he's coming over here," Spencer hissed. All four girls instantly seperated, looking anything but natural as the VP made his way over to them.

"Ladies," came a low voice. They all spun around in sync to face him, big smiles plastered on their faces except for Hanna, who glowered up at him. "Enjoying your evening?"

"We were," Hanna grouched. "Ouch!" Emily elbowed her sharply in the side.

"Yes we are!" Aria piped up, quickly trying to cover her friends surly mood. "Thank you so much for covering the tab!" He shot her a charming smile.

"Always a pleasure to treat lovely ladies like yourselves," he replied smoothly. Then he looked directly at Hanna. "I don't believe we were probably introduced last time we met. I'm Caleb," he held out his hand. For a long moment she just glared up at him, and he actually thought she was going to blatantly reject him. Finally, she reached out a hand. He enveloped her small hand in his larger one and shook it.

"Hanna," she replied.

"Hanna," he repeated, not releasing her hand. "Ladies, do you mind if I steal Hanna away from you for a moment?"

"Yeah!"

"Sure!"

"All yours!"

"Fucks sakes," Hanna growled under her breath, snatching her hand away from the man and turning around in her bar stool, turning her back on the VP and on her traitorous friends, who were shooting her triumphant smiles and making their way onto the dance floor.

"Pretty dirty mouth for such a pretty girl," Caleb smirked as he leaned on the counter beside her, his body close enough that she felt the heat emanating from him. The way he tensed when he leaned forward made his biceps bulge, and she couldn't help but notice the flare of his muscles. It wasn't just her eyes that recognized a well built man, she felt it right down in her lap.

"You have no idea just how dirty my mouth can get," Hanna snapped back, grasping a shot glass and throwing it back, enjoying the way he shifted next to her at her innuendo.

"Well, Hanna," Caleb leaned in closer to her, feeling her body stiffen as he turned around to face her, his chest pressing up against her. "I would definitely be interested in finding out just how dirty your mouth is." A shiver ran through her body that she tried to control it but she saw his mouth twitch out of the corner of her eye and she knew that he had felt her body's response to his words.

"Is that your big famous line?" Hanna asked wryly. "You walk in somewhere-big, bad, biker boy-say a couple of words to the skanks around here until they're wet in their panties for you, fuck them in the bathroom and then leave them their without learning their name?" She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "Sorry, I don't play that kind of game."

"You're right," Caleb took ahold of the seat of the barstool and swivled it around quickly so that she was facing him. Her eyes widened in surprise as he parted her legs deftly, standing between them and putting his hands high on her thighs, his thumbs teasing the soft skin just under the hem of her skirt. "That is the way is usually is. But, there is something about you that makes me want to learn your name and buy you drinks." She scoffed at him, clearly not believing him. "However, that doesn't change the fact that I want you on the back of my bike and in my bed and that perfect little mouth moaning my name." As much as she hated what he was saying, she felt her thighs clench instinctively at the thought of his mouth over her breast and his cock buried between her legs.

"I'm not interested in becoming one of your little groupies," Hanna muttered.

"But you are interested in finding out exactly how many times I can make you orgasm in one night," he replied with a smirk, his thumbs reaching further under her skirt. He felt the way her thighs were clenching, and her breathing had become more shallow, and her eyes had darkened. She wanted him as a much as he wanted her. Her skin felt like silk under his hands, so smooth and so inviting. He reached so far up her skirt his fingers brushed the lace of her underwear. They were damp right through. He pressed his fingers firmly against the apex of her legs, glad that his body was shielding her from the rest of the club. Her whole body jerked against his and he grinned when he saw lust clouding her gorgeous face.

"Fine," she managed to hiss out. "You better give the best orgasams of my life." She shoved his hands away and slid off the barstool, throwing back a final shot for courage.

"You can count on it," the VP promised as he led her out of the bar and toward his bike.

So, my lovely people, let me know what you think!