Page 105 of Tinsel & Chrome

“Alright, well, meet the sexy biker boys of the Merciless Few! In order, Demon, Wicked, Reaper, Fiend and their President Lucifer!”

The change from silence and anticipation to screaming like hormone crazed teenagers was instant! A holiday themed playlist set the tone as the girls danced while catcalling.

Of course, I let Demon go first. He does not disappoint, strutting out like he owned the place, waving his hands to signal they scream louder. He feeds off female screams in every way. “Come on ladies, I know you want to see this demon!” And he pointed to his dick.

I swear to God! I give him the look of warning. He laughs and gives me the thumbs up.

We'll see. The guys walked to the edge of the stage and back before disappearing but some groups had already picked their favs, scribbling furiously on the sheets of paper, or chanting their name.

“We'll give you a few seconds to calm down before we bring them out one by one. Who do you want to see as Cupid, or Uncle Sam? Maybe the Grim Reaper for Halloween or jolly old Saint Nick?”

“We want Reaper to be our Valentine!” A group of young college aged girls giggled. I see Avi next to Poppy servingrefreshments to some people, far away from inciting violence but I can see her swearing in Portuguese.

“Give me the silver fox daddy! I like them refined like fine wine.” One of the older ladies shouts from that group flashing the cash. Damn right, ma'am, but I'll be the one popping that cork tonight on that vintage 1970's bottle. I chuckle to myself, I'm no better than my girls when it comes to jealousy.

But it's for the children.

I look back and get the thumbs up, they're ready. “Okay, here we go! We start with our youngest but don't let age fool you. Come on out Wicked!”

Asher comes out to Michael Jackson, it's funny in his costume, who knew Santa could bust a move? He moves exactly like the King of Pop. He walks a few steps while dancing until he gets to the end. He shushes the crowd then rips off his shirt like Michael does and the crowd goes insane! I see Kynlee shake her head while gathering the bills into piles of one hundred next to Lila.

Asher is engaging the crowd and they seem to love his moves and energy as I watch them bid. He gyrates in front of the old ladies.and the college girls and I never seen someone write so fast! He moonwalks past me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. My sweet boy! Right before going behind the curtain he hooks his thumb on his pants and pulls where you could see his V-line and that sets them off and he walks backstage.

Now that's a good tease.

I see a few girls fan themselves, a lot taking a drink while talking to each other, some groups talking to other groups and laughing.

“What did you think ladies? Where would you put Wicked?”

“October! A scary mask, jeans, and a knife with abs like that! He can chase me anywhere!”

“No! 4th of July, baby! Let me see that body in a bathing suit!”

They thought about it and suddenly July was their favorite.

“Alright, next up is Reaper! He celebrates his scars from his accident and it doesn't make him any less hot! Come show them what you got Reaper!”

Cullen was my GQ model. Josiah calls him Thor and I can really see it. His good looks could fill the whole calendar and make millions. He walks out all nonchalantly and they still go wild. He rubs his Santa beard while making his way to the edge, turns around and slides the top off halfway showcasing his road rash that covered his muscles and no one seemed to mind. He blew a kiss and I saw frantic scribbling.

“Halloween Viking or Mighty Thor!” See, they knew. Another kiss on the cheek, I don't know what I would be without them. He flexed his muscles before disappearing backstage.

“Halloween! Halloween!” Those chants were being challenged with Cupid. Someone said something about Groundhog's Day and I was too afraid to ask. These ladies are feral and I love it!

I took a longer pause watching ladies send a runner for drinks while the others set up an assembly line of sorts to keep voting. My gingerbabes were circling around like sharks, baskets being filled by slips of paper and money. I saw my prospects frantically unwrapping and tallying the votes. Tawny's paper might catch fire!

I spin around, “Soooo, have we had enough?”

“Noooooo!” They scream in unison.

“Good, because I got a real treat for you. Here comes...Fiend!”

Staying Alive started playing and I laughed as Fiend came strutting with his Santa coat over his shoulder. He ‘accidentally’ flexes while pointing at people. “Come on ladies, I can't hearyou!” They give him what he wants and he hands me his coat, stopping at the end of the stage and flexing his muscles like the pros do.

“I want a whole calendar with only him! Wowza!”

“If he's married, can she fight?!” A tall blonde says while standing, you could see her over all the others standing. Her slightly shorter friend nodded with her mouth wide open. Fiend saw her and bent down signaling the short friend to come forward. She did, mouth still wide open. He pulls her in and whispers something and she turns the brightest shade of red! She nods looking around, then she finds a ginger babe and walks away with a wad of bills in her hand. She walks back, eyes still on him. He also hooks his thumbs into his pants but instead of teasing he rips them off to reveal tight red biking shorts with white trim. He mouths an “oops” looking so innocent but not really because the girls could see everything.

Poppy whistles loud to stir the crowd and it works! He blows her an appreciative kiss. Glad she didn't rage over that comment because although she was pregnant, she absolutely can and will fight!

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