Page 21 of Mile High With the Bikers
Glancing around like she's afraid to be spotted, she crouches and comes back up with a pink purse that matches her tank top. “Found it. Come on. We're not really supposed to be hanging around in here when the boys aren't around.”
She leads the way out through a door that puts us in a hallway past a bunch of featureless doors. Towards the end is a double door covered in stickers with a pair of panties glued to the outside. Someone wrote ‘No Boys Allowed’ in black marker, underlining it twice. Women are laughing on the other side, and the door opens into a sort of gym locker room style hangout space. There are showers along one wall with flower curtains, a couple beat up lounge chairs to sit in, and a long counter with sinks, chairs, and a mirror that runs the full length.Scattered around the counter and underneath are baskets full of everything from tampons to makeup to what looks like disposable underwear. In the center is a round table with a small group of women hanging out and chatting. They look up as soon as we walk in.
A redhead looks up. “Who’s the new girl, Cherry?”
“This is…” My guide blinks at me. “Actually, you didn't tell me your name.”
They all look at me expectantly.
I make a little wave. “I'm Rory. Nice to meet you.” A mix of smiles and skepticism comes in response.
“Did you get lost on the way to church?” one of them sneers, with a really judgmental look.
“Don’t be a bitch, Jas. Maybe she’s like someone’s sister or something,” the redhead snaps back. “Ignore her, I’m Angel.”
Cherry shakes her head. “Jas is just pissy because the Brute Squad came back tonight with Rory on their arm, and no time for a celebration party with her. And they were telling her about the club and stuff, so maybe she’s sticking around.” She walks over and ruffles Jas’s hair. “Poor Jasmine. Don’t worry; there’s plenty of dick to go around.”
Note to self, sound carries in the common room. “Did I do something wrong?”
“She thinks she’s better than us,” Jas fires off accusingly.
They all look at me.
“I don’t!” I hold up my hand in defense. “I really don’t! This is my first time here. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Angel snorts. “I wouldn’t say that. You must’ve done something right for them to bring you here and not kick you out in the morning.”
“We had sex, if that’s what you mean.” It takes every ounce of strength I have to say that out loud, but I think playing shy in this room won’t win me many friends. I can’t do much about the flush crawling up my neck, though.
“Oh, no wonder they love you. You’re so sweet with that pretty blonde hair and those soft eyes,” Cherry teases. “I bet they got to feel all big and growly.”
“They love that shtick,” agrees a woman with long, pitch black hair. There’s a ring in her nose, two through her eyebrow and one on her lip. She pitches her voice high. “Oh! You’re sooooo big! That’s never going to fit. Please be gentle.”
The whole table breaks down in laughter.
Jas cracks a smile. “And then they want you to hop on that dick like an amusement park ride.”
The girls nod knowingly.
Do I feel out of place? Definitely, but it seems that just like the Screaming Eagles have their own sort of brotherhood, the women here have formed their own kind of community and they’re just as fierce about it.
Also, should I be writing down tips?
Cherry pulls me over to the table and pushes me into one of the chairs. “So,” Cherry starts, grabbing my hands in hers like we're about to have a serious girl talk. “Tell us everything. Were you really with all of them or was it just one or two? Where did youeven meet? Because nothing personal, but you look like you’re dressed for a business casual lunch.”
The whole sequence of events that brought me here flashes through my head. Not wanting to get into the whole shootout, plane crash, car theft story, I settle on the one thing I can imagine. “I was a stewardess on their flight home.”
“Ooooh,” a couple of them say in chorus, like that makes total sense.
Cherry grins mischievously. “You had the whole outfit and everything? Niiiice. I bet you leaned over real nice and did the whole ‘Coffee? Tea? Me?’ thing, right? Or did you coax one of them into the bathroom to join the mile high club?”
My jaw drops.
She squeals. “Oh my God, you did! That’s so hot!”
“Something like that.” If only she knew, but I'm not quite ready to share everything with the sisterhood. What we did feels too personal, but maybe that’s just me imagining things. If the guys are used to having women like this hanging around, I probably need to keep my expectations high on orgasms and low on meaningful connection.
“We should do a costume night.” Cherry looks over at the black-haired one. “What do you think, Opal? Stewardess, Nurse, Schoolgirl, the whole nine yards.”
