AN: Hey every one. Here's a little something for you all. If you are reading this shortly after it was posted, and live in the United States, Happy Thanksgiving. If not, well, I hope you all have a good day anyway. Thank you for all being patient as I got some work stuff in my life done, and I hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 6
Felicia rode her Harley fast and hard. Weaving in and out of traffic like a madman, or mad woman as the case was. Passing vehicles on the left, right and in between. The speed could be felt as it pulled back her platinum hair that was outside her helmet. The engine roared as she pulled back on the throttle.
She was headed out toward a Dogs of Hell clubhouse on the boarder of New Jersey and New York. The DoH had moved out of Manhattan for the most part. This was a smart move from their standpoint because even though the DoH controlled interstates across the country, Manhattan was still controlled by the Rolling Sevens for the most part, aside from their main competition, the Park Avenue Gang. That was why Felicia was had to go so far out of her way.
After an hour or so of riding from her place, Felicia found herself pulling up to the Crank Place. It was a wood paneled building with a cement parking lot. The lot was filled with American model motor cycles of every shape and size. A menagerie of colors and chrome shone bright in the early afternoon sun. The only vehicle that was out of place was a blaze orange sedan with chrome hubcaps.
Felica put down the kickstand and killed the engine. She then swung her legs off and put her helmet in one of the saddle bags that hung off the side of the rear of the seat. Guys in the leather jackets started take notice of her by now. A few wolf whistles echoed across the pavement as well as some verbal comments about her ass and boobs. Not that Felicia minded, that was the exact image that she was going for. If everyone was too busy thinking about her body, then they wouldn't be paying attention to her hands taking things, or her ears listening for information, or her eyes looking for targets.
Felicia strolled across the parking lot to the front door. The bouncer there held up a hand to stop her from entering. "What are you doing here gorgeous?" The burly man asked.
"I'm new in town. Heard the Dogs were the baddest boys in town. Though I'd come here for myself to see and…let my hair down." Felicia said as she undid the ponytail in her hair.
The bouncer just starred for a second. "You have some kind of identification?" The man asked.
"No." she said coyly, rotating her torso just a little.
The bouncer gulped. "Well… you look to be at least 21. I guess I'll let you in."
"Thank you." Felicia said, and kissed him on the cheek. The man wouldn't even remember her face now.
Felicia walked into the crowded Crank Place and looked around. The room was lit with incandescing lighting. The walls were a pleasant earthy brown color, and were adorned with biker and American memorabilia. The back wall occupied a bar along the length of it. Flat screen TVs played a variety of sports games and commentaries while AC/DC blasted from speakers. Felicia decided that the best place to start would be the bar, and to get a drink.
She strutted her way up. The bar was a mess of stains, and rings from spilt drinks, and crumbs from peanuts and pretzels. Felicia leaned her elbows on the brass railing, keeping her arms of the surface. The bartender walked up to her with a smile. Like everyone else, he had a biker vest on with a DoH club patch on his back, complete with top and bottom rockers. He was completely shaven, with sleeve tatoos.
"What can I get for you pretty lady?" He asked.
"Double of Breckenridge on the rocks." Felicia said confidently.
The bartended nodded and reached on the shelf behind him for a bottle of brown liquor and a glass. He put ice in the glass, and poured four ounces of bourbon. Felicia took a drink of the beverage and looked around to get an idea of who was in the low-end dive bar.
The bar was filled with bikers of all ages and shapes. The bar was adjacent to what must have been considered a dining area, full of tables and chairs. Though there was no food, just bottles of beer and empty shot glasses. The area that drew Felicia attention was a nook with a few pool tables and a few men playing a game. They were talking very seriously. Two of the guys were clearly bikers, leather and all. The last man was African-American, and probably the owner of the owner of the orange sedan out front, judging by the fact that he wore an orange hoodie, shoes and tan cargo shorts.
"Who are those guys by the pool table?" Felicia asked the bartender in a friendly manner.
"The big guy's Boss Holloway. He's the president of this chapter. Guy with long hair is Max Greene, the vice president. The other guy is part of the Park Avenue Gang." The Bartender said. "Why ask?"
"Well, I was planning on spending more time with you boys. Just wanted to know who I could butter up to get in good standing." Felicia lied.
"Well you're in luck." The bartender said. "I'm the Chief of Staff of the Dogs. Name's Jim Horton." He finished extending out a hand
Felicia shook it. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Felicia."
"So Felicia. You planning on trying to become a full member, or just a freerider who hangs around?"
"I'll let you know later." Felicia said with a coquettish smile.
Felicia spent the next two hours schmoozing with various members of the Dogs of Hell. She found out that the membership was divided into three castes. At the bottom were pledges, next were members, and at the top were officers. Pledges and Members were 'visiting' from New Jersey, and the gangster from the Park Avenue Gang was a lieutenant who was giving information about the Rolling Sevens. Felicia wasn't the least surprised. The Young men that made up the pledges tended to be willing to talk to a sexy woman in revealing leather. She did have to use her thief skills to slip away quietly though.
Felicia rode her motorcycle through the city back to her apartment. She parked the bike in the garage and rode the elevator back up to her place. She was depressed to see that Peter wasn't back yet. Or maybe he was out fighting gangsters without her. That would have made her annoyed with him. Especially considering how horny she was at the moment. Riding a bike all day tended to do that to her.
She stripped off her bike leather, grabbed her phone, and strutted in her panties to her bathroom. The downside to a bike ride was that she now smelt like gasoline, and had a small layer of dust, grime, and other material on her skin. She needed a shower.
Felicia turned on the shower and turned up the heat to a comfortable temperature. She then slipped her panties off and stretched nude in the bathroom as the water warmed up. Eventually she stepped under the water and began to think about what she had discovered at her little trip outside the city. The Dogs were gathering men, and getting information on their enemies. It appeared that they were preparing for some kind of attack. Satisfied with her conclusion, she began to wash herself.
The soap and warm water felt great. She did encounter a small problem as she began to wash her lower body. She became insatiable. The humming and throbbing of a bike engine, combined that fact that she was now touching herself had left her with only one option at this point. She inserted her fingers into herself and let out a low moan of pleasure.
"Peter." She muttered as she leaned her back against the wall.
She continued to stroke and touch herself for another minute before she had a wicked idea. If Peter wasn't here to satisfy her right now after last night, why should she let her imagination give him the pleasure. Felicia withdrew her hand and stuck her head and arm out of the shower to the nearby counter and grabbed her phone.
She opened up the web browser, and pulled up a porn site. A quick search later and she found what she wanted. A video of two nude women grinding against each other and emitting loud erotic noises. Felicia angled the phone to be able to watch the video from in the shower.
She loved Peter. There was zero doubt in her mind about that. But she was bi-sexual, and there were just some desires that Peter couldn't satisfy because of that. Felicia didn't blame him for that. She just wished that he wasn't so shy about sex that they could occasionally bring in a third dance partner to the horizontal mambo.
Felicia leaned against the wall again and resumed her previous activities. She inserted her fingers into herself and continued to probed. Imagining herself with the two ladies on the video. Peter was talented enough in bed to be able to satiate her needs, but sometimes she wanted the softer flesh of a woman.
The women in the video had pulled out a couple of marital aids now and had turned them up. They were a little more vocal, and more enthusiastic in their actions now. Felicia appreciated that. Her own action became more vigorous, and her own voice became more vocal. Shortly afterward she came, and the video ended.
Felicia turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. She toweled off and bent down to pick up her underwear, but stopped. She looked over at her phone. She bent up, leaving her clothing on the ground. She picked up the phone and looked for another video like the last, still aroused.
"I still have a 'assistant' somewhere I can use too, 'cuase that looked like it was good." Felicia said to herself, and went to her bedroom.
AN: Sorry this was so short. The editing cut a little more out than I wanted, but it was needed. Trust me. As always, big thanks to those who review. This chapter I want to thank NeoTyson, Revolution Assassin, and Celgress. You guys are awesome.
