Chapter 3: Bloody Mary's and IPA's
New Year's day in Baltimore was a beautiful, sunny, crisp day. Far too cold to enjoy the hotel pool which was always a standby for Brad and Josie but certainly warm enough in the sun that the January air didn't cause a problem. With light jackets and a stylish scarf for Josie, the two were on their way to check out an area of the Baltimore harbor called Fell's Point. A renovation project completed years ago which turned the historic harbor into a trendy, somewhat touristy area which boasted lots of new bars and restaurants, but kept a historic feel with intact 200-year-old cobble stone streets and renovated Victorian homes. Josie loved the environment.
After a morning of sight-seeing, stopping for a couple of Bloody Mary's, Brad and Josie were hungry and still thirsty so they randomly stopped in a sports bar called The Green Turtle. As usual they sat at the bar for food and drink and turned their bar stools toward each other and intertwined their legs. Brad and Josie's habit unless they're with company is to sit at the bar weather they're at a dive or at a 5-star restaurant. They sit close with legs intertwined and make meaningful small talk with the bartender. Between the small talk, Josie's outgoing personality, and her good looks they've racked up an impressive number of free drinks and bartender drink "experiments." Anyway, after meeting the bartender, ordering a couple of IPA's and food, Josie and Brad started to talk about their favorite subject...their amazing sex life. A natural way to raise sexual tension and show each other that they are grateful and recognize something that very few people have, a fully connected and passionate sex life.
On the afternoon of their wedding day Josie held Brad by the arm and said, "Sexually, I'll do anything to you or for you and you can do anything you want to me. Anything. Anything." They had a great sex life and they knew it.
They were sitting for about 45 minutes, enjoying their alcohol buzz, thinking about where they'd go next, and enjoying the day. Then the door to the bar opened and in walked the unicorns. A full-up bonified black biker club. Brad's stomach immediately went into knots and the blood flowed to his crotch. The way Josie told him months earlier, "If the opportunity presents itself to fuck one of my unicorns, it's GOING to happen," raced through his head. He knew he only had a number of seconds to assess what was going on, decide how to tell Josie her unicorns are here, and mentally prepare at least for a very distinct change in her personality and a very aggressive verbal teasing from Josie about taking on one or more of these guys who were (thankfully) now sitting behind Josie by about 20' at a group of bar tables pushed together.
At first glance Brad figured there were about 15 of them and truthfully, knowing Josie's type before figuring out anything else, he started assessing who in the group would fit her bill. He had to prepare himself for anything and the faster he could get into the mind of Josie before she even knew what was going on the better. There was a lot of black skin and clothing. There were a lot of leather boots clomping on the bar's wooden floor, and a lot of leather from shoulder to toe.
It was chilly out, but evidently it wasn't chilly enough to keep these guys from what Brad assumed was a New Year's Day riding tradition. The club was comprised of all physical heights, but basically three body types, thin, medium or bulky. Some wore facemasks with a skeleton on it that they took off as they entered the warmer air of the bar. Some wore doo-rags presumably to soak up sweat under whatever type of helmet they were wearing (safety first). All wore black leather gloves which they were taking off finger-by-finger as they chose their seats behind them. All wore leather chaps, some with metal zippers, others with leather ties in back, and all wore denim under those chaps. Of course, the chaps accentuated and highlighted the crotch area of everyone.
Assessing who Josie would be teasing him about, it took Brad everything he had to not look at the crotch area. He KNEW Josie would. She has a habit of looking at guy's crotches like a guy has a habit of looking at tits in a tight sweater. And finally, Brad noticed the black leather riding vests filled with patches, each vest with the club member's name bold on the chest and some with a symbol next to the name, and the large half circle emblem on the back with the words Zoo Ryders with some symbol in the middle of the half circle. These guys were the Baltimore Zoo Ryder's and from the few patches he noticed in the short minute, they had names like Caesar, Ghost, HankMan, and T Rex. Obviously nicknames but nobody seemed to have a nickname like sloppy, or spitter, or chum.
Interestingly enough Brad noticed one single woman who came in with the group of guys. Who knows if Josie noticed, she probably did but didn't say anything because she was secretly jealous and here's why--Initially Brad just thought she was another patron who mixed herself into the crowd of guys coming into the bar, but Brad figured out indeed she was with the group of guys in some capacity because she was sitting at the same group of tables. She was white with shoulder length dirty-blonde, stick-straight hair, about 5' 6", and medium build. Brad couldn't tell a lot about her body underneath the puffy winter jacket she wore with a scarf around her neck, but he could tell enough to know she had big tits for a short girl, and could see from her tight jeans she wasn't fat but had a bubbly ass and legs that weren't like chewed bubblegum but also haven't been worked out for a while. There was a crease in her jeans between the top of her back-thighs and her ass. She was probably in her early 40's and built like a mom. She was taking off leather gloves, she wore like-new motorcycle riding boots, and her hair was mussed probably from wearing a helmet.
She didn't fit in although she tried as Brad could tell by her mismatch of clothing and her choice to wear modest makeup and jewelry. She wore nice but conservative small gold hoop earrings, she pulled out and put on a pair of black framed glasses, her coat and scarf were straight out of an REI outdoors store, her boots were too new, she wore no other leather other than her gloves, and her fair skinned cheeks were red from the cold. Her body language showed she was timid yet she sat close to one of the guys and clearly had her hand on his thigh. All of this happened within about 1 minute from the time Brad noticed the first guy walk in.
Brad didn't have an opportunity to surprise Josie and demonstrate his confidence by telling her about her unicorns coming in the door. It may have been his clear distraction, darting eyes, or no longer paying attention to Josie's sweet nothings about their solid sex life. But it was probably the tall, 6' 4" leather-clad, leather smelling, deep voiced, guy named Crusher who approached the bar behind Brad to order drinks, "14 Buds and 14 Jamison's please. Name's Crusher," he introduced himself to the bartender.
As Josie's eyes lit up with a shit-eating grin on her face, Brad said, "A group of your unicorns just came in the door." The game was on.
Josie smiled ear-to-ear and barely audibly mouthed, "Oh my God."
She put both of her hands on either one of Brads legs, pressed them down, and ran them up his legs, stopped at the top and patted both hands on his thighs then leaned back to take in the sights.
"Yeah, can you believe it?" said Brad, not sure if he was prepared for what Josie would do to him all afternoon.
Josie took a quick but purposeful glance over her left shoulder toward the tables and stared for a long second, "Oh my God, oh my Gaaawwd," she mouthed hiding nothing from anyone in the bar.
She was, for lack of a better term, buzzing and smitten. Buzzing from excitement knowing full well her desire, and knowing full well what she shared with Brad about her unicorns just a few months previous. Smitten because Crusher was, at first glance, physically exactly what Josie likes. She was literally staring past Brad's face looking up at this guy behind him thinking about her great luck. This weekend would be amazing even if nothing else happened with this group, and this chance meeting with a bar full of her unicorns was icing on the cake.
Brad couldn't contain himself either, his head was on a swivel taking it all in. He was buzzing, tingling, jealous, horny, knowing his girlfriend had no use for him right now and probably would have a use for the afternoon. He was doing more assessing and figuring out who he had to keep his eye on. The problem was, all of these guys were potential players. Whether or not they were in Josie's physical wheelhouse, they all fit the stature and aura requirement, a bunch of black motorcycle riders in leather, taking over a bar by their mere presence.
