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Misogyny vs Misandry

Violet's POV

"What?!"

I shouted at this man who's been trying to get my attention since I sat down at the bar. I'm not in the fucking mood. Plus, he smells like weed and his fingernails are dirty. Eww, I thought to myself as I fight the urge to vomit up my dinner.

I guess he gets the memo as he begins to walks away but not before screaming, "fuck you, you ugly bitch!" I laugh and turn around on the stool. I proceed to cross my long thick legs and lean to my right placing my elbow on the bar table behind me.

"Sir, I may be a lot of things but 'ugly' isn't one of them. You know this, I know this, and everyone in the bar knows this. You ugly BITCH!" I point and laugh while others in the bar do the same.

He does the typical male temper tantrum and angrily walks out the bar. "I fucking hate men," I mumble to myself while spinning back around and sipping my espresso martini.

Men are worthless, vile, violent human creatures. They're dangerous to everyone, even their selves. They whine and complain like princesses and act like women. Then, have the audacity to get mad at women because we're acting "masculine". Well, how the fuck are we supposed to be feminine, if men are acting feminine? At this point, we might as well bump pussies.

The only thing they're good for is dick. And let's face it, they barely provide in that area. They don't do role play, they suck at eating pussy, and when you ride you can barely get a steady motion going before they're moaning that they're "finished". Then, these motherfuckers have the nerve to try to cuddle after. Like, nigga get the fuck out of my house! Whenever I'm at their house, if I'm not satisfied. I'll steal. I'm leaving here with something...

I place the hundred dollar bill on the table and shout "see you Jan," as I grab my jacket and throw it over my shoulders. She nods and waves back at me. 

I've been a regular at this bar since college and even worked here at one point. That was before I started my career as a Data Analyst with Microsoft. Now, I come whenever I need to whine down and relax. As a single, childless, career driven woman most of my days consist of work, Pilates, shopping, and hanging with my bestie and we travel together when we find the time.

I walk outside to my candy apple red, 1972 Chevy Chevelle. It was my father's before he passed. He was the only man in my life I've ever respected and loved. He took good care of this car and I intend to do the same.

I pull off but not before hearing engines revving from motorcycles coming down the road. As I fix my rear view mirror, I see a group of about 20 bikers pulling up. I turn my music up and drive into the night.

Marco's POV

We pull into this local bar called Jan's in Montgomery, Alabama. Our club just bought a warehouse a few miles down the road and we planned on making it our new clubhouse for the Montgomery chapter. We've been expanding in several territories due to ongoing feuds with a rival club. We need to keep our people protected and armed in case of any war. A few months ago, one of our clubs got attacked and it took us over an hour to reach our brothers. The Serpents MC decimated the clubhouse and killed everyone, including women and children which goes against our code. Due to their actions, we've been buying up land and warehouses to ensure no club is alone, each club has another chapter within 30 minutes of them. It may not be a permanent solution but until this war is over. It's the best we've got.

I'm the last one in the bar as I take my seat with my whiskey already waiting for me. We're getting stares as the locals notice our cuts and patches. It's not uncommon especially when people aren't use to seeing bikers at their local bars. Worry and fear come with the territory. We understand but we live by the motto, "don't fuck with us, and we won't fuck with you."

It's been a long ride and I'm looking to get my dick wet. I scan the room and find what looks to be a few sluts waiting for some action. I mean they're barely dressed in any clothing, titties a spilling out of their top, and they have pounds of makeup on. Yeah, they're asking to get fucked. Luckily for them I'm in the mood for some charity work. I walk over to their table and grab the blondes hand.

"Let's go," I said.

Like I thought, she obliges and follows me to the nearest restroom. 

Once inside, she does the worst thing possible. She speaks.

 "Hi. I'm -" I interrupt her. 

"That don't matter, turn around." I spin her around and lift up her skirt.

No panties. Shocker.

I unbuckle my belt and pull my dick out. I roll a condom on and this bitch looks at me like I'm crazy.

"I'm on birth control," she says. I look at her with disgust.

"Bitch, I don't give a damn. I'm not fucking your whore ass raw. Plus, I don't believe you and I'd be damn if my kids come out looking anything like you!"

She sucks her teeth and turns back around with an attitude. This bitch has the most lowest self esteem. I just said all that to her and she's still about to let me fuck. I chuckle to myself.

I push her face into the wall and stick my dick in her pussy. I fuck her from behind as she does the most obnoxious screams. I roll my eyes I keep fucking her trying to tune her out so I can get my nut off and leave.

She keep getting louder and louder and I take my hand and cover her mouth. I moved my hips faster as my finish is approaching. Two more pumps and I explode inside the condom. I stay in for a little to recuperate since this bitch just stood there and I did all the work. I slide out of her and throw the condom in the trash.

"We should do this again som-," I was out the door before she could finish.

I don't know if there's good women out there or not but I've never come across one that didn't annoy the fuck out of me. They're only good for one thing. Pussy. In my line of work, the pussy is always loose and dry. The times were there could have been something there, something of substance. My lifestyle was too much for them and they road into the sunset and were never to be seen again. It is what it is. I'm not changing who I am for some woman who's either going to whore around or abandon me. So, I fuck them before they fuck me. My club comes first and I don't have the time to chase after these bitches.

I walk back up to the bar with my buddies and dap them up and leave. I've had a long night already and all I want to do is go home.

I start my bike up and take off trying to beat the sunrise home.