Reckless Renegades Viper and Pixie's Story

Viper

I wake up because the sun is shining right on my face. I must have forgotten to close the curtains last night. Fuck my head is pounding like a jackhammer is going to work on my skull. I never get that drunk. I look around and don't recognize anything in the room. Where the hell am I? I think back to last night. But I'm not getting a clear picture. I remember hanging out with Casper after he got off a job.

I came out to visit him because I needed a break from my club. Just for one day I didn't want to worry about my duties. I didn't want to think about my brothers. And I really didn't want to think about or see all the loving couples. Don't get me wrong I love my club and my family and I am happy for all of them. But I have no one. It didn’t used to bother me. I was happy with the way I was living my life. I could have all the pussy I wanted from the club skanks. I did have to answer to anyone. I have a great club and our businesses were bringing in tons of cash. I have a good family both blood and not blood. I adore my sister and nieces and nephews. I love all the kids whether they are related to me or not. They all call me uncle and that is a title I’m proud of more than president of the club. My life is good.

But it started to change at least little by little as I watched my brothers one by one settle down with ol’e ladies and have families. I started wanting more than just easy pussy and my club. When Mergigold got married I started thinking I might want to settle down some day. But I had plenty of time, I was still young. Then Lilly and Tank got married. And my feelings of settling got worse. I went out to bars and a few places but no one caught my eye. But I still had time.

When I performed Brick, Speed and Gretchen’s wedding the feelings got stronger. And stronger still when I helped with Lug and Ailee’s ceremony. But what sent me over the edge was shortly after Ian’s birthday party Ratchet announced that he and Matt got engaged. I could help but feel jealous. I’m the last of my crew. Almost forty years old and still haven’t met the one. My ol’e lady, wife and mother of my children. My prospect is setting down before me. Don’t get me wrong I’m happy for him. Speed and Ratchet have come a long way since they came here. And Ratchet is one hell of a prospect. I have no doubt we will patch him in soon.

But I had to get away from the happy couples. Just for a day or two. So I went to Casper’s club hoping a change of scenery would help. Casper, Ice, Rocket and Ref were all out on a small bodyguard job but Casper told me to come on by the club. I remember hanging out for a few beers shooting the shit before going to a local bar. I hear shuffling from the other side of the bed. I look over and see a tiny curvy body rolling over. I suddenly get a flash of her in the bar. She was celebrating something and having a good time. She stood out in my mind and the bar. For one she is shorter than Merigold, about five foot 1.She had light brown curly hair that went down to her waist. What made it stand out was it had blue and purple streaks in it. And damn I remember her curves Tits that would fit perfectly in my hands a c-cup or better.

And her hips were perfect for holding on to. And her skin, man it was beautiful. The perfect shade of carmel. When I first saw her I will admit I felt like a pervert because she looked so young. Maybe a teenager. I thought for sure the bouncers would throw her out when she walked in. She stood in the middle of the floor, raised a trophy in the air and yelled “ First place, bitches.” I thought it was an odd thing to say until the bar cheered.

She came over to the bar setting the trophy down and leaned over to hug the bartender. “ Congrats girly. I knew you could do it. So will it be tonight.” She orders her drink and all I can do is stare at her. She has got to be the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. I know we talked most of the night. She was smart and funny as well. But things get fuzzy after that. I look over and see the blue and purple streaks so I must have picked her. I have to get out of here. I need to get back home. As quietly as I can I slip out of bed and look around for my clothes. They are scattered all over the room with condom wrappers, beer bottles and an empty bottle of tequila. Shit no wonder my memory is fuzzy. Tequila always fucks me up that’s why I don’t drink the shit normally.

I throw on my boxers, jeans and shirt. I find my boots and kutte and grab them on my way out. When I get to the door I turn and look over my shoulder. I see her laying in bed, her face turned towards me. Fuck she is just as beautiful as I remember on the night I met her. For some reason I feel bad for leaving her. Like I should tell her I’m leaving. I shake my head. It had to be a one night stand right? I never do more than that. Then why do I feel like shit for leaving her as I close the door behind me.

I shake my head to clear it. I need coffee and the ride home to clear my head. I feel like I need to remember what happened last night. Something is pulling at my gut. I walk out of the hotel and see my bike sitting in front. So I drove here. That’s good. I throw my socks and boots on while leaning against my bike. I found my keys and wallet in my kutte so that’s good. I hop on and fire it up. As I’m pulling out I keep an eye out for a coffee shop. I need caffeine to get rid of this headache and hopefully get my mind right.

I find a small coffee shop as I get to the edge of town and pull over. I go in and order the biggest cup of black coffee they have and go sit outside. I find a small table and take a seat. I sip my coffee and try to clear my head. Bits and pieces are coming back. I remember the girl's scent. It wasn’t overly perfumed like the skanks at the club. It had a light scent of raspberries. Her skin felt soft under my hands. I remember running my hands over every inch of her feeling how soft she was but despite her curves you could tell she worked out.

I’m tapping my hand on the table when I hear a clink noise on the glass. I look down and see a silver ring on my left ring finger. What the fuck? I left my hand looking at it. Where the hell did this come from? There is no way I got married and don’t remember. Did I? But how do I explain the ring? I know I didn’t have it before I left Casper’s club. This whole weekend is a blur. I can’t sit here anymore trying to figure it out. I finish my coffee and jump back on my bike. Maybe the answers will come soon. Once I get home I’m sure my head will be clear and I will have my answers.