~ Chapter 2 ~

“That’s it…baby…ride me, ride me harder, just like that.”  Bobby looked up at the woman who was currently riding his dick like she was in the rodeo, his hands on her hips as he watched her tits bounce around.  He met her down at the bar he was working at and those same tits are what caught, and sadly held, his interest.  In fact, he couldn’t even recall her name; Jodi, Julie,…hell Jack.  It started with a J but that’s all he could remember.  Not that he hooked up with women to remember their Goddamn name, he hooked up to fuck and they knew that too.  He was not, and hadn’t been, boyfriend material; that was the furthest thing from his mind.

                “God Bobby, you fucking feel so good, better than my…”  She screamed as the door burst open to the room and a leather clad man stood in the doorway, looking like he was going to murder someone.

                “Julie, you Goddamn fucking slut!”  Bobby glanced at the man and then at the woman and quickly shoved her off.  “Do you know you were fucking my wife?”  Bobby glanced once again at the woman but he really couldn’t bring up any memory of her saying she was married, not that she would have.  And though Bobby was okay screwing around, he avoided women who were married and who had kids.  And today he didn’t feel like dying.

                He quickly got off the bed and grabbed his clothes, thinking maybe he could be honest.  Not that he was overly worried….he stopped that train of thought as he stared at the guy.  Bobby was a well built man himself, and able to take on anyone but he wasn’t foolish enough to touch a biker.

                “She didn’t tell me, man.”

                “Does it look like I fucking care?”  No, Bobby could say he didn’t.  So without wasting the time dressing, he rushed out of the room, covering his dick.

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                “You know whose old lady you were screwing around with?”  Bobby looked at his friend, his brow lifted.  He didn’t really care but he knew he was going to get told no matter what.  And that was two days ago, he was already over it and had already screwed another chick in the mean time.  So, Jodi, or Jay, or whatever the fuck her shitty ass name was, meant nothing to him.

                “No, and even though I don’t care, you will enlighten me, Troy.”

                “Yeah, because you might want to think about your actions and your options.”  Bobby gave his friend a confused look.  Everyone knew that Bobby was a man whore and no dared make a comment, so why now?  Why this chick?

                “Fine, Troy, whose old lady was she?”

                “Frank Moody.”  That brought Bobby up short.  Everyone in this town knew that name.  After all, Frank was the leader of the local bike gang and rumor had it, he had put a few men in the hospital for looking at his wife.  In fact, one was said to be on life support for barely touching her.  Yeah, Bobby knew he was fucked.

                “How the fuck was I to know?”

                “Doesn’t matter man.  Frank wants your blood and your best bet is to leave.”

                “And where do I go?  My life has always been here.  I have nowhere else I can go.”

                “Do you trust me?”  Bobby stared at his friend.  He had known Troy since they were in the second grade and had gone through everything together.  So, yes, if there was one man that Bobby could say he trusted, it was Troy.

                “Probably more than I should, but yes, I trust you more than I trust anybody.”

                “Good.  I have a cousin; he lives in Georgetown, California.  It’s just south of LA, a smaller place than LA.”

                “You suggest I moved from great ol’ Miami to some place out in Cali?”

                “Where no one knows you and may not want to kill you right away, yes.”  Bobby nodded at that.  Point hit and approved.  “My cousin, Buzz, works for a well established bar over there and they are in need of a bartender, so something right up your alley.”

                “Well, Cali does have some gorgeous women.”

                “Bobby, for once, try to keep your ass out of trouble.”  Bobby took a sip of his coffee and offered Troy a shrug. He would try his best to stay out of trouble, but they both knew the ladies loved him, just like he loved them.

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                Three days later, Bobby walked off the plane and looked around for his welcoming party.  From what he was told, Buzz should be here any minute.  Bobby stopped looking around as someone who looked like an older Troy walked up to him, a small smile on his face.

                “You are going to bring in the tips.”  Buzz laughed as he held out his hand.  “I’m Buzz.”

                “Bobby.  You look just like Troy.”             

“Get it all the time.”

“Rather uncanny and Troy didn’t mention that to me.  Did he tell you anything?”

“Nope, just that you needed a new change of scenery, although I would assume some shit happened back in Miami.”  At that, Buzz just chuckled but waved his hand.  “Come on, we got about an hour driver to get you home.  We have an extra room until you can find a place of your own.  Or there is an open room above the bar you can talk to the owner about.”

                “That would be cool.”  Bobby really hated living off of the charity of others, so he was more than happy to find something of his own.  “Are you taking me to the bar?”

                “Yeah, you got some paperwork to fill out.  And Jackie should be in to sign off on everything and you can talk to her then.”

                “Her?”

                “Yeah, Jackie is a woman and it’s her bar.”  Bobby nodded and the image that came to mind was an older, weather beaten woman with short silver hair, letting Buzz pretty much run the bar.  He could get used to that; he would just to make sure to stay on Buzz’s good side.