The Hunt (closed for Angeleyz)

They call it "The Hunt''. Once a year, all the members of Cyclops motorbike gang come together for their annual initiation. Each new member is required to bring tribute, and tribute can only be one thing: an unsuspecting female.

It all started with the damn bike. One day she was leading a fairly normal life, and the next it was like some B grade movie... only she couldn't change the channel. Her husband of 6 years had come home sporting a 2015 Harley CVO Road Glide Ultra and talking about them going on a retreat with some new buddies of his. Technically he had dipped into his own account for the bike, but he had promised that his first bike would last until the tyres were square... so it had come as quite the shock when he came roaring up the street on it.

Then came the business of the retreat. He made it sound like some command performance that he couldn't get out of, and worse... It was expected that he bring her along. As an account manager for an up-and-coming advertising agency, she didn't get a lot of long weekends, and so she normally crammed as much as she could during the few times she got them... And Adam wanted her to cancel all her plans and hang out with people she didn't even know?

This was a very important trip for Adam. He had been planning all year and when he was told he had to bring a woman with him as tribute, he couldn't think of anyone he would rather bring. He smiled as he looked in the mirror, as his imagination over what was to come in the next few days took over his mind yet again. His steely blue grey eyes seemed to gleam back at him. He wasn’t a bad looking bloke, 6’0" with a rather solid build and short crew cut brown hair with a big snake tattoo running up his sleeve, the snake had only one eye and was the Cyclops gangs insignia. He just told everyone he got it because he thought it looked cool.

“Hurry up babe, its time to go!” he called out as he slinked away from his ensuite mirror. The last thing he grabbed before heading to his bike was his 45 colt that he kept in his bedside drawer. Better to be prepared than dead, he thought.

Hurry up babe, its time to go!

Mia Barrows heard the barely suppressed excitement in her husband's deep voice and made a face. She wished she was looking forward to the weekend as much as he was, but quite frankly she'd rather be stuck working with Tom Stone, the cantankerous owner of Stone & Associates than go on this weekend retreat with people she didn't know. She finished typing up her apologies to her best friend, Jade, promising that they'd have their girls' night out next weekend and shut down her laptop.

Quickly fashioning her long brown hair into a low braid, she tried to drum up some semblance of enthusiasm so that Adam wouldn't sense her misgivings. She still didn't understand why they weren't allowed to bring any electronic devices. Considering the number of bells and whistles on his damn bike, you'd think she'd be able to bring her iPhone, but he had been insistent. Sighing she moved past her constant companion laying besides her laptop, and grabbed her hot pink bandanna that would keep her head somewhat cool once she put on the heavy helmet outside and hurried to grab the small saddlebag liner containing her things for the weekend.

Walking outside, she saw Adam in the process of packing up their chaps since it was such a nice day. While she was okay with going in just her well worn blue jeans, she hoped he wouldn't fuss about her wearing her leather jacket. She knew there were some that liked to wear practically nothing on their bikes, but after that one episode with the rock catching her on the arm and leaving her feel like she had been shot... well, she'd rather have some protection than deal with that again.

Stowing her bag in the right saddlebag, Mia looked up at her husband and asked, "Adam, are you sure we're not allowed to bring phones? What happens if the bike breaks down, or we get a flat?

Adam watched as Mia walked over to him. He was always mesmerised by the sight of her. All this time and she still did it for him he thought to himself.

"Adam, are you sure we're not allowed to bring phones? What happens if the bike breaks down, or we get a flat?

"This is a 2015 Harley CVO Road Glide Ultra Mia, it is not going to break down. Now jump on babe, its a long ride and I would like to start it sometime today" Adam insisted. He started up the bike and listened for the sweet note it played as it idled. I will never get tired of that sound he thought to himself, then packing the last of there stuff into the saddlebag he got on the bike and waited for Mia to join him.

He secretly loved it when Mia rode along with him. her legs and arms would wrap around him and he would kick it back a gear and hammer it just to feel her hold onto him tightly. Immature, yes. but he loved it never the less.

Rolling her eyes at her husband's insistence that his new toy wouldn't break down, Mia pressed her lips together to refrain from continuing to question the no phone rule. She could only hope they didn't run into any problems, and she was fairly certain the bike had CB radio functionality. Not that I'd know how to operate it...

Donning the bandana when Adam started up the bike, she quickly tied it off and put the helmet on, knowing he was itching to take off. She waited until he got on the bike and looked over at her before placing one hand on the seat and stepping up onto the footrest to stabilize her before throwing her leg over the bike and settling in. One of the perks of the new bike was the larger backrest for her, but its greater horsepower terrified her. Placing her hands loosely on his sides, she brought her thighs up to press against his backside and legs. Later, she was sure she'd have to clamp them down hard to fight her nervousness as he gunned it, but for now, as they were easing out if the driveway, she would try to give him as much space as necessary.

In some respects, she regretted not taking the safety class he had to take before getting his motorcycle license because she might have been more comfortable as a passenger. Quite frankly, she had a difficult time not being in control as he weaved in and out of traffic or took hairpin turns way faster than she would have in a car. She was constantly trying to help him counterlean on curves until he had gently explained that she was making it harder for him.

Hoping his planned route didn't involve too much highway riding, Mia squeezed his waist to let him know she was ready. She knew she was better with secondary roads as they normally had plenty of picturesque scenery to hold her attention, as opposed to keeping her eyes shut on the highway. It wasn't Adam that she didn't trust. It was the rest of the drivers that seemed to think motorcycles could stop on a dime. Feeling him disengage the bike stand, she said a silent prayer for a safe and uneventful ride.