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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 219 Block Prospect!

Half-Sack had no idea why Jax didn't want his dick to come into contact with any females, but as a prospect, it was his job to carry out orders—just like the military and not to ask questions—also just like the military.

He didn't have any family except SAMCRO. The MC was everything to him. He had just over a hundred days left as a prospect. That patch was so close, but having to watch over Jax scared him shitless.

Every task given to him was a test. Failure could result in his prospect status being terminated immediately especially since this task was from Jax.

Jax wanted to find out if he could depend on him to have his back and getting patched could come down to the next couple of hours and keeping Jax's dick out of females' hands and all other body parts. He was going to succeed no matter the cost.

He reminded himself that he was tough. He'd survived Iraq. He'd had one of his balls blown off by an IED for God's sake. Watching Jax for a couple of hours should be a piece of cake. He was so screwed.

Worrying wasn't going to keep Jax's dick from falling into the clutches of a woman. Vigilance was mission critical. He needed some kind of plan to safeguard it. He thought furiously trying to come up with some tactic he could use if contact were imminent. Shit! Too late!

First in the door rushed the porn stars from Cara Cara, the porn studio Lu-ann an imprisoned member's old lady ran. Half-Sack identified Ima as the biggest threat in the group. She was always draping herself over Jax like she was his personal blanket. A dozen or so crow-eaters came next. There was Connie the crow-eater Jax had gotten with last Friday night. He'd have to keep a close eye on her.

The MC's three hang arounds, Miles, Rat and Filthy Phil were also at the party. While he was higher up on the MC food chain than the hang arounds, he didn't have any authority to order them around. He wouldn't be able to use them in carrying out his mission.

Jax was three deep in women and working on his fourth beer. He had already consumed multiple shots of whiskey, some moonshine stuff Bobby had got from a friend in Kentucky.

There was a new girl in the mix, Cherry a compact little brunette who was visiting a crow-eater friend. She was inching her way towards Jax and, by the predatory look in Jax's eyes, he might have to do some blocking at any second.

Jax had taken Cherry's hand in his and that's when Half-Sack was struck by a thought, not as bad as not getting patched, but still horrible. Suppose Jax put the girl's hand on his dick? Was he supposed to block that since Jax initiated the contact?

Half-Sack thought back over to Jax's instructions and he had said any contact. Any contact meant any contact unless Jax didn't want it to mean that. Jax was smiling at her and was holding her hand against his abs. Just a few inches. Her hand began to move downward getting dangerously close to the danger zone.

He was drinking Coke from a large glass packed with ice. It was full of life shortening amounts of sugar with none of that Stevia crap. He'd been blown up in Iraq. He did not fear sugar.

He walked over to Jax and Cherry, faked a trip over his feet and dumped his Coke all over Cherry. Not even a drop of Coke splashed on Jax.

"Sorry," he said to Cherry. "Tripped."

"I'm sticky," she complained.

"I could help you with that," Jax volunteered. "We've got a shower in an apartment in the clubhouse. I'll lather you up."

She wouldn't be the first girl Jax had lathered up, but there was not going to be any lathering on his watch.

"Clay's outside," Half-Sack said. "He wanted the two of us to talk to him. Something important."

"Go to the bar and tell the big guy to give you a couple of towels and a Sons T-shirt. You can change your top and wash up in the bathroom," Jax said.

"Thanks," she said to Jax smiling. She frowned at Half-Sack and walked to the bar.

Jax and Sack walked out of the clubhouse.

"Clay's not really out here," Half-Sack said.

"No shit," Jax said. "He left twenty minutes ago. Damn, I could use a smoke."

"I could go and get you one from the clubhouse."

"And leave my dick unguarded?"

"No," Half-Sack said shaking his head quickly. "I wouldn't do that."

"Let's go back inside. I'm not drunk yet."

Jax got to at least a good buzz after quickly downing four shots of Patron in rapid succession. Connie walked up to Jax, an eager smile on her face.

"You were so great in that interview. You knew just what to say."

"Just said what happened."

"It was so great that you beat all those guys up."

Sack looked nervously at Connie. He was standing near the bar, but he had no idea what the other guys were doing. His focus was solely on Jax and keeping his dick free of females.

Connie was getting close to Jax and starting to push up on him. He couldn't use the drink routine again, but he had to do something quickly. She was getting too close to his dick.

Time to act. He didn't have a great plan, but he couldn't think of one so this was the best he could do.

"Hey, Connie!" Sack said. "Some guy outside said he needs to talk to you about one of your kids and child support."

Connie hesitated before being drawn outside by the lure of child support.

"That was the best you could do?"

"Worked."

"More alcohol."

After another trio of shots, Jax was close to his goal of being very, very, very drunk. It was less about the quantity of alcohol and more about the speed in which it was consumed.

"Sack, get me a beer," Jax demanded.

Ima tottering on her clear plastic stripper heels bumped into Cherry who had cleaned herself up and was proudly wearing her Sons T-shirt.

"Watch it," Ima hissed. "You're in my way."

"You walked into me," Cherry said.

"You shouldn't even be here," Ima said.

Ima was the biggest porn star at Cara Cara and she was just throwing her weight around. Cherry didn't even have crow-eater status. Sack felt sorry for Cherry. Ima was a nasty tempered bitch.

Sack turned away from Jax briefly while he grabbed a beer mug and dispensed the beer from the keg. When he turned back, he couldn't believe his eyes. Jax and Ima were heading into the bathroom, Jax's hand on Ima's ass.

If they got into the bathroom, it would be over for him. He would have failed Jax. He had to stop them. He left the beer glass and sprinted towards the couple with no plan at all. He wasn't sure if he shouted "No!" or if that was only in his mind, but any hope he had of patching in was going to be gone if Jax and Ima got the bathroom door closed.

They were within a yard of the door. He had no choice. He would have to go airborne. He leaped into the air in a flying tackle, catching Ima around the waist and dragging her to the ground. Since she had been such a bitch to Cherry, he let her take the brunt of the impact of the tackle.

"What the hell!" Ima screamed.

"What is going on?" Jax demanded, his voice very slurred now.

"PTSD. Had a flashback. Thought she was a terrorist."

Jax laughed.

"Let's go, prospect. Time for me to go home."

Jax's words might have been heavily slurred but Sack had no problem understanding him. He was still a prospect. He had passed the test.

Next Chapter Drunk Jax turns up at Scarlett's motel room.