Bikers revenge ~

[katalynn]

~OOC I've always thought about motorcycle gangs. The dudes with harleys', hogs, whatever other bikes are there. Tatoos', long hair.......... I'm sure you get the idea. /innocent look... Anyway, whether this goes anywhere or dies, only one way to find out. Any can join obviously .... less one wishes, then it'll go from there. /shrug.



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Cecilia just turned 21 and her friends were taking her to a motorcyle show that she has been wanting to go to for sometime. She didn't have the leather that the bikers here did, but her leather coat was from an ex-boyfriend that used to be in this gang and were very close friends, like brothers with one in particular. He left them because of her. Even after they had broken up, he never returned to the gang for unknown reasons. And without word to anyone. His best friend in the gang hated her for it to, to this day he still wanted to make her pay for his loss.

It has been a year since then and most the of her exs' friends she had forgotten in time. Let alone forgot this is the bar they like to hang out at. Cecilia was shy when it came to guys, her ex was her first and last, so there was a lot she didn't know about. Causing her to be shy around guys, but she loved leather, loved motorcycles and hoped to someday get enough courage to join a bikers gang, like the one her ex was in.

She was well toned standing at 6ft. Wasn't to athletic, but she did swim laps on her own every day. Keeping herself in perfect shape. Hazel eyes poured over the bikes that were in the show her golden brown hair loosly framed her delicate face. Every once in while Celicia had this feeling that someone was watching her, following her. Though, when she turned around, it didn't appear to be anyone looking at her, then again, there were so many people here it was hard to tell who was who. Moved along ignoring the feeing and just relishing over the bikes, wishing that someday she'll have one.

 

[msboy8]

Duke laroquette

IC:

The bitch was here again. She was wearing club colors on her jacket and wasn't even in the club. Worse yet, she had twisted his best friend and running mate around her little finger, and forced him out of the club.

Those were two things he couldn't forgive her for, and she was gonna pay. The club was going on a 3 day ride next weekend, maybe she would tag along. One could only hope.

OOC: Duke was a unshaven, dark haired biker that needed a bath. He sported tats on both his arms and back & chest. His long greasy hair was tied up in a long pony tail. He wore leathers, or jeans and a sleeveless vest that showed off the tats on his muscular arms. He had a very pronounced beer belly, but he was very physical. Fast and strong when he had to be. He fought dirty and expected everyone to do the same.

 

[poohlive]

"Yeah, you're careurator's fucked."
Wallace leaned back out from the bike, shaking the dirt and grime that had gotten into his hair. When he started out at the show this morning, he'd looked as clean as he could be. Taking a shower, used those fucking little soap thingies in the hotel room, even had some of that cologne, some imported crap that makes you smell professional or something.
Wallace had, for ten minutes, looked like a regular business man, ready to climb from the word of bikes and gangs, and into one of those management high rise skyscrapers.
It didn't take long for that to change. A couple of guys took this part in to be sold, fucking 38 special for a harley. Wallace couldn't believe it, he had to take it apart and see how good a shape it was. After that, someone came in, from another part of the bike show, their bike was fucked up. It took him two wrenches and a ripped shirt to see the problem and fix it.
Now, he looked like Wallace always looked, dirty, disheveled, but a pure smile, and a willing hand. He was the mechanic, rode around in a gang for awhile, fixing up their rides. They'd pay him, let him live, score off their shit. Hell, it's amazing how friendly a guy can get once you tweak with his rod.
Wallace smiled, well, not exactly in that context, but he could sure as hell fix a bike.
He tried to wash his hands, but the grime just moved from one part of his hands to the other, and then got dirtier and dirtier.
"Ah, fuck it."
He had three bikes on display, each of them trim and proper. Nothing like the big disheveled man next to them, still with that smile, and talking to anyone who gave a second look at his beauties.
"Wallace is the name. Yes, these are mine, and they're for sale too. Uh huh..."

 

[katalynn]

Cecilia wandered a bit more. She had some money, would be enough to buy one of these fine bikes. Sadly enough, she hadn't seen one that caught her eye.

Hearing Wallace talking to another person, finishing some deal. Her fingers roamed all over this deep purple bike that had a black panther on the tank. It was so perfect for her. Cecilia just may have found her bike. Was so tempted to sit on it, but she didn't dare to do so without asking first.

 

[msboy8]

Duke

Duke had spiffed up to go to the Bike show. He had, showered, washed his hair and even brushed his teeth. Too bad all of the oil didn't come off his hands. He might be able to pick up a lay at the show. The Dallas Cowboy's Cheerleaders were there, one might want a ride on his bike. Then it was all over, once a chick rode his hog, he was gonna ride her. hahaha.

There were some really nice bikes there, Indians, Harleys and of course, the rice-burners. They were becoming more aerodynamic, looking more like missles every year, but he still liked his old Harley. Nothin' could top it. Power, style and class, that's what his ride had.

Duke walked around at the show, enjoying himself. These people here he could relate to, they were motorcycle people like himself. He saw Wallace sitting by 3 sweet bikes. It looked like he had tried to dress up, then got mugged by a couple of Harleys. HaHa, that man could NOT keep his hands off the bikes.

Wallace had ridden with his club before, so they knew each other.
Duke walked up, pulled Wallace to his feet and gave him a bearhug. "Hey Mr. Mechanic, how's it hangin'?" He had not noticed Cecilia standing by one of Wallace's bikes. He was about to be unpleasantly surprised.

 

[poohlive]

"Why am I not surprised to see you here, Duke?"
Wallace patted the old friend on the back, oblivious to the mighty grease stains he just made. He cursed, whispering something, and used a rag to wipe them off.
"Sorry about that," He said, making sure to get as much of it off as possible. Wallace made a grimace as he saw just what the damage was, but it didn't seem that bad. It seemed to almost fit with all the other biker accesories in the shop.
Wallace leaned back, eyeing one of the girls who didn't seem to be all too eager to hop on.
"It won't bite," He said, winking at her, "I might, but just to get a good deal. Go ahead, get on her, see how she feels."
The purple one was a favorite of his. He had made it especially for a woman he loved, someone he'd always fantasized about riding with. A true biker chick, but she had found some normal guy with a normal job, and that had been the end of that. Now, all he had were a few crazy nights, and her Panther she had wanted so much.
"All vintage parts, new and freshly painted. She purrs like a tiger, and I'll guarantee a fix if anything goes wrong on her. Hi, my name's Wallace."
His eyes beamed at the possibility of a sale. It might be another one for the day. His first one had gone pretty good. Some CEO had wanted a bike to take around to shows every once in a while. Wallace knew the rod would just hang under a tarp in his garage except for the weekends, but he paid top dollar, so Wallace didn't give a care.
"What brings you to the show, Duke? I thought you and the boys were running on Chicago?"

 

[katalynn]

Cecilia hesitated, course she was eager to get on it. To feel it purr between her thighs. His voice startled her alittle as he told her alittle bit about it. Cautiously she got it, slowly wrapping her fingers around the hand grips. Placing her feet in the proper places, she moaned slightly at the feel of it. Luckily, the men were to distracted to hear it.

Trailing her fingers over the panther, wanting to hear and feel it purr as he said it does. Leaning back on the seat, testing how comfortable it was and how sturdy the whole bike was. Cecilia was in love with it. She stayed on the bike till Wallace and the man stopped talking. For some reason that name Duke sounded faintly familiar, but it was hard to place with this beast between her thighs.

 

[msboy8]

Duke

Duke, laughed as Walllace wiped the grease off his back. "Don't worry 'bout that", he said, "just some bike juice, good to have it."
He answered Wallace's question about Chicago, "That's NEXT weekend man, got the pharmacist and the entertainment all lined up." Duke, winked broadly at Wallace, " We still need a mechanic, do you need to feel the road under your wheels?", Duke asked.

He heard Wallace tell a girl to hop onto one of his bikes and said, "Hey missy, you're invited to come along too, can never have enough on a road trip."

After Duke had said that, he looked around Wallace to get a good look at the girl. Let's see if her bod is as sexy as her voice, he thought. Duke was beside himself when he saw who he had invited. A scowl ran across his face to be replaced by a wide smile.
Once she was on the road, anything could happen.

Duke quickly said goodbye to Wallace, walking off as he got out of the girl's sight. "Hey Wallace, why don't you bring her along", Duke shouted over his shoulder as her walked away. This could be a wicked weekend, Duke thought, a road trip and sweet revenge as well, hmmmmmm.

 

[poohlive]

"Yeah, I'll do my best, Duke. See you on the road."
Wallace used a rag to try and wipe some of the grease and grime off of himself. He hadn't exactly planned on meeting any women here today, and now he realized just what a mess he looked like.
"Don't worry, Duke just jokes around a lot. Some women like it. I can see you like the bike just fine. She suits you. She's been looking for a nice girl to take her out. Would you like to go for a test drive?"
She looked good on the bike, and she looked like she wanted it too. Not this far off fantasy, some day I'll have a bike like that. No, she looked like she had the means to get what she wanted. Hmmmm, the one thing that would seal this day would be some nice cash under his pocket. He had four bikes altogether here, and only one was sold. Top dollar, yes, but still, that's four bikes in the hole, and only one out. He was in debt up to his ass getting everything ready for this show.
"The exit's right out the back there. Take it for a spin, see what she feels like. I guarantee you'll enjoy it."

 

[katalynn]

Cecilias' eye gleamed at the thought of traveling with them, and most of all the thought of taking this bike out for a test run. Slowly she started it, moaned slightly at the feel of its power, but the thankfully the sound of the bike drowned her moan out. Blushing slightly as she took out in the direction he told her, soon she was off on the road. Everything about it was perfect, smooth, and Cecilia was in heaven on the bike.

She handled it like she has been riding for years, as if nothing could get in her way. When she came back her face was so lit with joy that she couldn't help but blush again when she saw him. Hadn't really noticed any guys since her break up, yet, she was really noticing Wallace.

Thinking he's probably got a chick somewhere, maybe even a few, she scratched the thoughts away as she shut the bike off.

"I will take her.... How much you want for her?"

 

[poohlive]

Wallace shook away his hand, not really a business man of sorts. He didn't do well in talking or trading, especially so informally here just inside the show.
"Tell you what, why don't you keep it for a day. I'll get your name, and maybe a phone number, and we can meet tonight. There's this little biker bar some of us go to after all of this stuff is over. We could meet, have a few beers, and then discuss price and stuff."
Wallace gave a grin, grime and grease still plaguing his hair and hands, but it was a clean grin nontheless.
"What do you say?"
It was more htan an obvious attempt to get to know her a little better, but he didn't think that would be such a bad thing. She looked like just the kind of girl he would want to know better.

 

[msboy8]

Duke

Duke hung out in the bar that the club he belonged to had 'adopted'. He was hoping that the 'bitch' would join the club on it's ride this coming weekend. He would give her two choices, join the club or be 'used' by the club. Either way she would get paid back for wearing the club's colors and chasing away his best friend.

And it was gonna take a lot of 'healing' to make up for her transgressions.