Carly's Ride (Burning Knights MC) || Watty's 2019

Chapter 3 - Slash

Waking up the sun beams through the gap of the curtain, blinding me momentarily as I take in my surroundings. I'm in my room at the club, the familiar walls soothe me as I sit up in bed. The blanket drapped across my lap as I rub the sleep from my eyes. 

Looking around I'm greeted by the familiar walls lined with posters of naked girls straddling all sorts of fine Harley's. Their naked tits doing nothing to calm the morning wood tenting the blanket.

Hearing a small groan I startle, looking beside me to find a mess of dull brown hair peeking above the blankets. Frowning I try and remember last nights events, drawing a blank as the girl sighs in her sleep, rolling to her back.

Staring I see her mess of a face caked in last nights make-up, black shit smudged all around her face making her look like some bad scene from a bad porno. Her fake tits are now on display since the blanket fell lower. Obviously fake, her big round tits face the ceiling, full and unmoving.

I shake me head and get up from the bed, snatching a pair of jeans from the floor. Making quick works I pull them up, stuffing my hard cock into them as I do the button up. Snatching my phone I press the button, the homescreen coming to life with a background picture of my Harley Davidson Fat Boy. All buffed up, the bright red paint job shining as the suns rays catch on the fuel tank. 

I groan as I read the time, 12:45pm, I slept in. Again. Prez is going to kill me. 

Making quick work I slip on some socks then my steel cap boots. Grabbing a shirt I kick the King sized bed hard, startling the sleeping brunette awake.

"Up, out. Hurry it up. I have places to be." I grunt, pulling the shirt up and over my head, pulling the rest down, covering my chest.

The brunette blinks, then a slow grins comes across her face. "Oh come on baby.. Why don't we go another round. Last night was amazing" she says, trying to sound sexy, instead sounding like an 80 year old woman who's smoked a packet a day her entire life. 

"Won't say it again bitch, get the fuck out. Or I'll chuck you out now in what you're in." I growl, feeling a headache already forming at the chicks lack of understanding. 

The chicks eyes bug out of her head before her face turns into a nasty scowl. "What the fuck ever!" she screeches, jumping from the bed. She hastily chucks on her clothes from last night, bending at the waist to put her little booty shorts on. "You'll be back for me. And maybe then I'll tell you to fuck off!" She says, ending on a scream as she exits the room, slamming the door closed.

"Not fucking likely" I mumble, sliding on my vest.

Patting the pockets I pull out my packet of cigs, opening my bedside drawer to grab a lighter. Pulling a smoke free I put the pack back, quickly lighting the cig between my lips. Taking a deep drag, I feel myself relax. The hit of nicotine bringing me back to my sense as I pick up my wallet and keys, shoving them into my jean pockets.

I open my door and step out into the hallway, quickly slamming the door closed and locking it. Wouldn't put it past the psycho from last night to try coming back and starting shit. 

I take another pull from the ciggie, making my way down the long corridor into the main room. Tables and chairs little the middle of the room. The bar sits to the left, taking up the entire wall. With only a door to the kitchen separating it to the common toilets. On the right there's an entertainment section in the corner, faded leather couches surround a large coffee table in front of a massive 75inch tv. Consoles hooked up to it left right and center. I pity whichever fucker breaks this one. Prez will have his balls as a new keychain. 

Puffing the rest of my cigarette quickly, I butt it out in one of the ashtrays littering the nearby tables. Not like it'd make any difference. The main floor is fucking disgusting. Spilt drinks, cigarette butts, and all other types of fluids I don't even want to know about. 

Just as I'm about to move into the kitchen, a prospect comes in the front door, looking from last nights party. 

"Prospect! Get your ass into the basement and get some shit and clean this place now. It better be done before I get back!" I shout, not waiting for his reply, I enter the kitchen.

The scent of coffee hitting me instantly, nearly making me moan out loud.
Prez, Duke, Fuzz and Jagger all sit at one end of the table, drinking coffee and eating what looks like eggs and bacon.

My stomach rumbles as I make my way over, pulling out a chair beside prez before dropping into it heavily. 

Prez looks up from food and smirks. "You look like death warmed over boy." He says with a chuckle, going back to his food. The rest of the brothers chuckle too, not looking up from their food. Before I can even reply Candy places a plate full of eggs, bacon and toast in fron of me, as well as a steaming hot cup of coffee. 

I smile and lean up, kissing her cheek. "Lifesaver as always Candy, what would I do without ya, aye?" 

"Probably starve, and wear the same clothes for weeks straight without cleaning them" She says with a cheeky grin, shaking her head as she goes back to the sink, resuming cleaning the dishes.

The kitchen is fully decked out with all state of the art appliances. A full commercial kitchen and a table big enough to fit all the brothers and even some club bunnies.
Club bunnies are what others call club whores. We call them bunnies for the reason they hop from one brother to another without a single thought or care.

I chuckle at Candy before digging into my meal, shoving it in like it's my last meal. 

"Settle down boy before ya fuckin' choke!" Prez says, leaning back and laughing in his chair as he watches me. 

Wiping my mouth I look up at him, a smirk on my face. "Have to keep my energy up Prez, never know when you may need it"

His shakes his head with a grin, "Lucky for you we're all caught up for the day. Those bastards out west have kept their dirty mitts out of our business. The Garage is all caught up and the Pussy Bar is running smooth. We've all got the day off" He says, raising his hands and crossing them behind his head.

I nod my head and finish off the last of my bacon, washing it down with the rest of my coffee. "Sounds fucking good Prez. Might head home and work on the Torana for a bit." I say, leaning back in my chair.

Duke whistles, sitting his cup on the table. "You almost done with that beauty aye?" he asks, leaning forward in his chairs.

I nod my head and cross my arms. "Few more parts and I should have it up 'n' running"

Running a hand through my moppy brown hair I sigh, "That's if I can find the fucking parts without breaking my bank"

Prez and the rest of the brothers all nod in understanding, most of them having their own little projects they work on. 
Prez stands and stretches his arms above his head. "Alright boys, I'm out. Havin' tea at Ruthies if you wanna join. See ya's at 6!" He says.

I relax back in my chair and work the muscles of my neck.
Better get up and start the day then.