Hey, I was so excited to get this out as quick as I did. I'm loving this story so far. Also I am having a lot of fun writing it. I have my end game in mind, but it's been sort of a challenge on the middle stuff. But that's the fun part. Without ado - Chapter 2:
"What was that for?"Asha asked, a wide smile stuck on her face after the kiss she just received.
"Just wanted to give those guys some sweet dreams." Sunny smirked at her. She extended her hand, and swiped at the bottom of Asha's lip, wiping saliva away. It was a very doting gesture. "Lets go, Love. We've got things to do before this party tonight."
"Party?" Asha's eyes lit up at the mention if it. "Hells to the yeah!" she exclaimed. Asha pulled Sunny in for another kiss. "It's been over a week since we've been here, and this town is dead. Finally some fucking action!" Asha cranked the radio loud and put the truck in gear.
Once home, a secluded little house they rented down a gravel road with about four acres behind it, the two girls proceeded with their daily plans. Sunny finished unpacking and cleaned the kitchen, Asha had a job interview with Parton's Jewelry Store down on Main street.
As Sunny busied herself at home, unpacking dishes, washing them and putting them away, she hummed to herself.
Out of all the people she had seen and talked to this afternoon, she had only been introduced to Jax, Tig, and Gemma. There were others that she found interesting, but one stuck in her mind.
She smiled to herself at the thought of his accent. She didn't even really get a good look at his face, for fear she would start staring at the man. He was handsome from what she could tell. Longer, dark hair, with streaks of silver above his ears, and some at the top of his hairline. His face told her he couldn't be more than forty or so. He also had a long scar from the corner of his mouth up his cheek, pointed towards his ear.
The last time Sunny had seen anything like it, she was in Belfast, Ireland. While visiting her grandfather there, she had met a friend of his with a pair of these scars. Said it was a hardly seen and serious form of discipline or a very unfortunate form of torture. A "Glasgow Smile" is what he had called it, and she remembered feeling terrible that such a nice man had to go through that kind of pain and humiliation at the hands of a crazy with a knife.
Sunny was amid her thoughts when she heard the front door open and shut. "Yeah?" She hollered down the hall.
"Just me." Asha called back. She slipped her shoes off by the door and came down the hall to where Sunny was in the kitchen. Coming round the corner she almost slammed directly into Sunny. Asha steadied the stack of glass bake ware in her roommates hands. She leaned forward and pecked Sunny's cheek. "Sorry Love. Wasn't watching where I was going."
"S'all right. How'd your interview go?" She asked curiously as she deposited the bake ware into the sink of sudsy water.
"Shitty," Asha heaved a deep sigh. "I don't look the part." She rolled her deep brown eyes in disgust.
"How so?" Sunny asked as she turned and walked across the kitchen, sitting down at the dinner table.
Asha ran her hands through her unnaturally orange hair that was shaved on the sides, her mohawk was fashioned in soft waves all the way back. "I guess the fact that I shave my head didn't sit right with the owner." She clasped her hands behind her head and sat in the chair next to Sunny. "It didn't matter to them that I could sell a watch to a blind man, they don't care that I'm the best damn salesperson this side of the Mississippi. All they care about is what I look like. That pisses me off so much!" She pounded her fist on the glass table top, making it rattle in its facets. "And just for the record, that's the last time I put on a skirt for anyone other than my next lay."
Asha was the type of woman that looked good no matter what she wore. No matter how she cut her hair. There were no unflattering photos or botched looks. She was tall and graceful, with great tits and a round ass. A tight stomach and lean arms.
Sunny bent down and took Ashas feet into her lap. As she rubbed her hands over Ashas soles she sighed, "Don't stress about it, Ash. You'll find something. We're paid up on rent until the end of next month, and we got enough for gas and groceries for a while."
"I know, but I want to help you." Her hands went to her face, and she rubbed her eyes.
The insurance money from Sunny's accident was their backup money. For when they were between jobs. The women usually held down a job for a while before they moved again, finding it easier to put a little from each paycheck into the joint savings account, just to help the total grow. But the final move from Bangor, Maine to Charming, California took a pretty good chunk of it. They were stuck in Charming, or at least the surrounding area, until they could recoup and travel some more.
That was their thing, they loved to travel. They had been all over the U.S., and had even made trips over seas. Those trips were just for vacations though; all their belongings locked up in storage stateside. It started as Sunny's love for traveling that kept her moving, but when she met Asha, who needed to get away from her home town, the need multiplied. They would stay in a place for a year or so, sometimes longer, and when things got boring they would pick up and move again. In Sunny's 32 years she had spent the last 13 traveling. The last six with Asha. Charming just being another blip on the map on the way to their next destination. Or so it started. Chosen because it had great highways, a good hospital, a few choice restaurants, low crime and drug ratings and a stellar auto-shop. All things considered Charming was just as good, if not better than any other place they had looked at.
"Come on, Gorgeous. We can have a pity party later. Right now we've got cleaning to do." Sunny patted Ashas feet, then nudged them off her lap.
Sunny returned to making sure their dishes were clean and put away, and Asha sulked to the living room and started unpacking books, putting them on the shelves in their proper places.
Bobby had originally been deployed to work on the 1985 Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide, but he had copped out to pick his kid up from school. So Juice and Half-Sack jumped on the project.
The biggest problem had been the fuel pump. But all the filters were replaced, just to cover all the bases.
Once the work was done, the boys fired her up. The damn thing purred like a kitten and roared like a lion.
"What about the body?" Sack asked.
"Damn nice body on her." Tig interjected. Happy slapped him on the shoulder with a grin.
"I was talking about the bike." Sack rolled his eyes at the comment.
"We knew what you were talking about." Jax chuckled. "The filters are one thing, but we can't go taking things upon our selves to fix without consent."
Half-Sack almost pouted, "But it's a beautiful bike, and this side is all scraped up."
Jax cut him off before he could keep arguing, "I said no. Now if she comes in and asks what we could do about it, we'll look into it. But she came in for us to diagnose and fix the problem with the way it ran, not buff out some scrapes." He lit a cigarette. Blowing smoke out of his nose Jax pointed towards the lot, "Now go park the damn thing and I'll call Sunny."
The phone rang four times before the woman picked up, Jax could hear water running in the background. "Hey, Sunny. It's Jax from Teller - Marrow." He was quiet for a moment while she responded to him. "Well your bike is ready. The party isn't until eight or so, but if you want to swing by early, I'm sure the guys wouldn't mind." He cracked a big grin when she responded. "Sure thing, Doll. We'll be here."
Sunny had the shower running while she undressed. She stuck her fingers under the spray and when she was satisfied with the temperature she stepped into the tub. Sunny no more than lathered her hair with shampoo when the phone on the bathroom vanity started to ring.
"Dammit." She muttered, "ASH!' Sunny tried to get the other womans attention. "ASHA!" But she could hear the faint sound of the vacuum cleaner in the other room. Knowing the call could be important, Sunny quickly rinsed her hair and stepped onto the bathmat outside the shower.
The number coming up on the cell wasn't one she recognized, but she answered it on around the fourth ring. "Yeah?" She recognized the voice to be from one of the guys she had met earlier in the day. "What can I do for you, Jax?" She asked him, water streaming down her body, leaving a puddle on the floor. The bike being ready, even this soon, she half way expected, but the early invite to the party was a surprise. "I'll see what we can do." Sunny smiled at the phone as she ended the call. A party with booze and attractive bikers, wasn't that every womans dream?
Sunny slipped back into the shower, and finished washing up. When she stepped back out a few minutes later she noticed she couldn't hear the vacuum any more. "Asha!" She tried calling again. This time she got a response.
"Yeah?" Asha asked, peeking her head around the bathroom door.
"Come get your shower, babe." Sunny stepped aside to let Asha into the small bathroom. She dropped her towel on the floor to soak up the puddle she had made earlier before it became a hazard. "We've got somewhere to be." Sunny winked at her, picked up her towel and dirty clothes and headed out of the room. Asha whistled at her, and smacked Sunny's round ass as she walked by.
Sunny walked through the house stark naked to her bedroom, pink handprint still visible on her left ass cheek. The room was small, and the queen sized bed took up most of the floor space. She had managed to wedge a night table and a bookcase into the room. A very small dresser with a vanity mirror also resided. Weaving her way around a couple of boxes, Sunny made her way to the closet, which size was disproportionate to the size of the room it was attached to. Tossing her laundry into the basket just inside the closet door, She started flipping through the hangers till she found what she thought to be the perfect set of clothes to match her mood for the evening.
She had settled on a black racerback tank top that hugged her body and accentuated her chest. Also her favorite pair of jeans, dark blue denim, boot cut with tears in the knees. Pulling on a pair of lacy boy shorts and pulling the jeans up to her waist, Sunny then threaded a silver studded belt through her pant loops to pull it all together. She smiled to herself in the mirror, smoothing her hair to one side.
"You know," Asha poked her head in the doorway, watching Sunny play with her hair, "You have got a rockin' body for your age, Old Lady."
Sunny reached her arm across her chest and ran her fingers over the scars on her shoulder. They started and ran from her right shoulder down to her knee, blooming out in large spots on her shoulder, hip and knee where her body had met the asphalt. Asha walked into the bedroom and started rubbing Sunny's shoulders. "It's alright, love." She bent and kissed where Sunny had been rubbing. "Just remember what your grandad told you." Asha whispered into Sunny's shoulder. "And don't let anyone tell you different."
Sunny cracked a smile at her best friend. Reaching up to the top of her mirror she pulled down a small pocket watch on a long chain. She looped it around her neck and kissed the locket. Her Grandad was the only person she had really cared for in her life, and when he had passed ten years ago, she felt as though her whole world had crashed down around her.
"You ready beautiful?" Sunny turned and kissed Asha's cheek. "I know I need a good fuck tonight."
Asha chuckled, "Yeah, I'm thinking I could use one too."
This chapter to you this quick courtesy of Cthylla. I appreciate your input into the decision I had to make. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy knowing that people like my story. (:
