Page 10 of Taming the Bear
“About a hundred. Hey, prez, can I ask you a question?”
The smart ass in me wants to tell him that he just did ask me a question but I don’t. “Make it fast. I have company.” I look towards the road and see Chantal’s lights from her car.
“Next week, when we have the party, can I work the bar?”
I consider his request but don’t say anything as Chantal pulls in besides my bike. She rolls down her window all the way and then asks: “Where do you want me to park?”
Chauncy whistles under his breath and I smirk at him. “Down, prospect. That piece a’ ass isn’t on the market.” I then turn towards my girl and point closer to the clubhouse. “Baby, go park anywhere you want up there.”
She does as I asked and I look over at the prospect. “Look, I will consider your request and then I will bring it to the brothers when we have table. I’ll let you know.”
I don’t wait for a response and I pull up to where Chantal has parked and park my bike next to hers. “Are you ready to go in?” I ask her as I dismount my bike.
She’s fiddling with her steering wheel and then looking at me as if I’m the big bad wolf. “Don’t worry about anything, baby. I got you.”
I consider it to be a success as she takes the keys out of the ignition and then gets out of her car. She walks over to my bike and touches the outside of the paint job. “What kind of bike is this?”
“Ultra Limited with a Screamin’ Eagle engine in it. It’s pretty nice.”
“Yo, Bear! Where ya been?”
I spin on my feet and see Castro strolling towards us with a beer in his hand and a half naked chick attached to his hip. I recognize her as one of the girls that hangs around trying to get patched. She’s probably never going to be patched because she keeps whoring around.
Even though we aren’t as close as we used to be, Castro and I used to be great friends growing up. It was until high school that we started running with different crowds and then shit with Dana happened. I would like to say that we are repatching our friendship, but who knows.
Between Mack Truck and Castro, I don’t know which one is the bigger player. They both pride themselves in fucking as many women as possible and the women love it. They get off on the fact that they are being shared and they are good with knowing that they are just a piece of ass.
“Pickin’ up my girl. Castro, this is my girl, Chantal. Chantal, meet Castro.”
Chantal shyly waves at him but he comes charging towards her and throws his arms around her back. “Nice to meet ya, Pinky. It’s going to be good seeing the Prez settle down.”
Chantal
I’m in complete shock. This clubhouse is like a fortress with ultra secret fencing that surrounds the outside of the building. From far away, I would think it was one of those abandoned warehouses that you see in a run down city. But up close, holy shit. It’s a nice set up they have.
From the line of bikes in front of the building, I would say there was probably about forty or so of them. There’s maybe twenty cars in the parking lot and I can tell that Joe’s rank is the highest because he parks closest to the door.
Castro, a big man with a crazy beard, throws his arms around me and I try to shrug him off. He smells like engine oil, cheap perfume and nasty whiskey. “Nice to meet you, too,” I manage to squeak out.
Joe must sense that I’m ready for this to be over because he taps the older man’s shoulder and nods his head towards the warehouse. “I want you to get two prospects out here to carry her shit to my room. I want everything to be left in the suitcases and nothing of hers is to be tampered with. Got it?”
Castro nods his big round face and then walks off to the warehouse with the girl attached to him. I wouldn’t say that the girl is a slut… But I wouldn’t say she’s a librarian either. Her skirt looks more like a belt and it’s not covering anything. When she turned on her heels, I could see her ass hanging out from under the edges.
What the fuck am I doing here?
Joe takes my hand and leads me into the warehouse where I’m met with what looks like a frat party. There’s pool tables pushed off to the side of the main room and lights that are dangling above them. Off to the other side is a big bar that is open on both ends so people can come in and out. I can see that there’s a fridge that has a clear door which showcases all of the alcohol inside of it. And there’s a lot of it.
There has got to be over fifty people walking around with drinks in their hands and cigarettes hanging from their mouths. Off to the side, there’s a cluster of couches and a bunch of people sitting on them smoking blunts. The smell of weed takes me back to college. Or what I remember from college…
I was too young to participate in the college experience, but the few parties that I did sneak off to, they were like this.
Have you ever seen one of those movies where you walk into a room full of noise and then everyone stops talking? It’s like everyone shuts the hell up as if they were talking about you. Yeah, that just happened.
“Yo, Bear, who’s the new chick?” One of the guys calls out from the couches.
“Listen up!” Joe shouts out and everyone turns to look at us. He’s got his arm around me and I’m clutching his vest in my hands as if it’s going to ground me.
At this moment, I began to question if one hundred thousand dollars is worth this shit.
