Satan's Slaves MC 01
On weekends we sometime like to pop out to random restaurants or pubs for lunch. To try them out, add experiences to our lives and why the hell not. This Saturday morning deciding to pick Chesterfield about 40mins from home.
The drive there was very uneventful, as normal. Claire, our daughter with her attention in her phone, earphones in place. She still lives at home with us, travelling to a local university or doing her courses remotely. Though if I'm honest, I don't know what she was learning there as from an outsider it looked like there was less that 4 hours a week of teaching going on. Looking at her in the rear view mirror I chuckled, she was a younger spit of her mum. Less curvy but still voluptuous young woman, with her share of suitors over the years. She dressed more to show off her curves that her mother and they'd had some discussions over the years about that. I never got involved, I wasn't one of those dads that wanted to be drawn into a mini skirt that was too short or her boobs being on display. I noticed it, yes, but she was in my mind, clearly my little girl and there was a big gap between that and her sexual mother.
I turned a little of my attention back to Emily sat on my left. I of course was drawn to the huge mounds of flesh being almost presented by the seat belt between them. I'd never get sick of that part of a woman. I know it's not PC to say that any more but I'm not one to deny my genetic programming. I noticed boobs all the time, and the bigger the better in my coding. She turned to catch me looking at them and smirked at me. She knew me well.
"I'm just watching the road." smiling as I focused forward.
"Yer yer I know what else you were watching." I could hear the chuckle in her voice. We were a great match. She was curvy like you'd almost never believe, I lusted after exactly that and she knew it.
The journey finished as expected, we were seated in the restaurant appropriately and the start and main course were delicious and well presented. This was somewhere we'd certainly try again.
I suddenly noticed a lot of noise from the bar area and looked over. Nothing interesting really apart from the backs and sides of some 6 or so big men with embroidered leather jackets. They were just loud, and I guessed a few more were filtering in. I turned back to continue my conversation with Emily and Claire.
"A motorcycle club?" she asked me.
I shrugged and thought nothing more of it.
A little while later Emily decided it was time to visit the bathroom. That also didn't enter my radar until I realized that she'd been gone a while. Well actually it was Claire that asked "Where's mum?" and she looked around wondering if she was somewhere in sight but not with us.
That made me wonder "I dunno" and I looked over in the direction that she'd wandered.
Claire stood up "I'll go find her." I nodded and hooked my phone out of my pocket. No messages from her, certainly not concerned, it wan't like she'd vanished for an hour. I guess it was only 10'ish mins, she could have ran into someone she knows or had some sort of accident in the lavs? I continued staring out the window, relaxed and knowing that Claire was now on the case.
Claire bought me out of my daze "I think you may have to save her dad.".
"Eh?" and I looked up at her as she sat back in her seat, a huge grin on her face. She nodded in the opposite direction that she and Emily had left towards the toilets but towards the bar. With that I started to notice the raised noises coming from that direction and turned to look. Surprised that I hadn't picked up on the rowdy'ness of that area. It was certainly a lot more crowded now. A lot more denim and leather covered people. I turned to look back at Claire with a questioning frown on my face.
She just laughed "Go get her dad."
Thinking nothing of it I put my phone down on the table and stood up. Claire's complete lack of concern put me at ease was I walked towards the party.
The space was loud and full, no one paid any attention to me as I meandered around them looking for Emily. There must have been some 20 people, I'd seen two women so far. There was every shape, race and age of person here. They filled the small space, occupying the tables, chairs and bar area, it was a squeeze to get by. They weren't rowdy, more, having fun and laughing, it actually felt quite fun.
If you can picture a typical biker getup, you know dirty jeans, big rings, tattoos, scruffy faces and of course those leather jackets. The number 13 appeared prevalent, in different styles and sizes. The two woman that I'd seen so far, were, I dunno how to describe them apart from slutty like. Not really attractive, actually looking quite rough.
As I moved through the crowd I could see one of them clearer and now sitting at a table with 3 men. Two white men, long white beards, probably in their 50s and 40 something black man. They each sported a sizable gut and with the table of empty glasses I wasn't surprised. The woman sitting with them was a fairly big lady, I guess a size 18 or 20 maybe. Some pretty chunky arms and a very large chest under her jeans top. A few tattoos on her arms, no makeup. I couldn't see below the table so no idea what was on her bottom half.
She looked up at me and caught me staring, she smirked at me, I quickly turned away resuming the hunt for Emily. I then caught sight of a familiar figure, the shape of a woman that I knew every well, her back was to me, I headed there. Noting that she was conversing with a woman and another man. So a third woman in their group.
As I drew close through the crowd, I started to pick up on their conversation. Hearing the other woman first "..around 4 years."
The man nodded turning his head from her to Emily "And many more to come." He laughed and I think smacked her ass hard from the looks of how she moved. As I reached them I put my arm on my wifes elbow. "Here you are honey, we thought you'd gotten lost."
Emily turns to face me and the eyes of the two strangers lock onto me. I smiled at them all as she updated me "I met Charlie here in the ladies and we started chatting." smiling back at me and continued "They're in an MC called Satan's Slaves." Turning her head back to the man. "Did I get that right?" and she giggled. Like a little girl.
He smiled back at her and nodded not saying anything and then looking back at me. Was he sizing me up? The other woman started "You her husband?".
Not taking my eyes off the biker man and for some reason I stood up a little taller "Yup".
He must have picked up on it as he smirked but again didn't say anything to us. A full beard hiding half of his face, he was sitting on a bar stool, with his right arm on the bar nursing a half empty beer. His left arm was somewhere behind Charlie as she stood at his side. He didn't have one of their leather jackets on but a jeans shirt with cut off sleeves. His arms were huge, like he was some sort of weight lifter. That's when I noticed it.
Sort of hidden between his belly, belt and her hip was what looked like a bit of silver like a gun. Yes it looked like he had some sort of gun on him. Now here in the UK, guns aren't really a thing. Especially in our quiet suburban world, this blew me away. Who was this man, what the hell did he have a gun on him for. If it was a gun, it looked like one.
He then shifted his body slightly and it vanished behind Charlie. I looked back up at his face and could tell then he knew I'd seen it. I felt like I shrunk at that point and needed to get the hell out of there. I grabbed Emily's arm "Our desert will be ready love."
"Of course." and she put her hand over mine. "Well it was nice to meet you both."
"No it was lovely to meet you too Emily." Charlie answered as she leaned in to give Emily a hug and a kiss on the lips. It was quick, just a peck, but those are my lips, what the hell. Emily just went with it. I was floored as we started to turn. Charlie delivered the next line to floor me as we had our backs to them and were a step away "Don't forget Emily, Hose love you to ride him." and she giggled.
