I was in need of some relief. I had broken up with my last girlfriend, we had fun, but she wanted a family; I was not ready for that, so we split up. It was not friendly. But we did have enough together to still not make it into too big of a thing.
I was in my last semester of a BA in Sociology. My problem lay in the fact that since the campus was small, and my Ex was held in very high respect. Every girl on campus believed I was the devil himself. I couldn't blame her, she was just being herself; it's just that her opinion quickly became law.
But fuck, I still hadn't had a woman in over a month. I had lost my fix and every girl who I saw was freaked by my presence. I knew it would eventually die down. But I was desperate for something.
I knew that the Grunge bar at the other end of the small town was the only place where I would stand a chance. For you see, the university students never went there. It was an Outlaw bar. The Outlaws are mean biker gang that ran the local drug trade. I needed some pussy, and I did not have a better choice.
I put on my leather pants, and a black t-shirt. I had been a biker during high school. But I had been part of a rival gang. So I was shit out of luck here. I came to this little town for the university. It was the only one around. It was in rival turf. But what choice did I have.
I knew if they ever found out I was a Wheeler they'd likely try killing me. But I had been out of the scene for four years and hoped that my rep had died down, or faded. I had been an enforcer for the Wheeler, A well known and respected one at that.
I was not really worried; I knew I could take just about anything they could dish out. The only thing I was mildly concerned about was not being able to stay in the town. I did want to get my BA; Fuck, I had worked hard for it. It would have really pissed me off to have to leave right before I finished the course. I still was desperate and took the risk.
The place was called the Rusted Nail. It was a dive, but I felt right at home. I entered the bar, I was confident. I got many a look, but nobody seemed to have recognised me. I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. I had barely had a chance to grab the bottle when I felt a tap on my shoulder. 'Great, I knew from the strength of the tap that a large, probably pissed off man must be standing behind me.'
I slowly turned my face. A forty year old man with grey hair was standing behind me. He wasn't happy. I said sternly: "What do you want, motherfucker?"
He roughly said: "That's my seat asshole. Now fuck off." He waved his finger towards the door.
I downed my beer, and then said: "Why the fuck should I care?"
He sneered: "Because that's my old lady beside you."
I looked to my left. The cutest little girl I had ever seen was sitting beside me. She looked too young to be allowed in here. She hardly looked sixteen. I looked at her and said: "Ain't she a little young to be here?"
The girl smiled and said: "I am eighteen. I may not look it, but I am." She gave me a little smile. I smiled back. The old guy noticed this and grabbed me by the collar.
He yelled right in my face: "Hey fucker that's my bitch you're eying!"
I looked at him. My eyes filled with anger and I said softly: "If you want to be able to use that hand again this year, you will remove it from its current location."
He laughed at me and pulled back his other fist. He pulled on my shirt as he put all his strength behind his fist and tried to punch me in the face. I moved my right hand to intercept his fist. He connected to my open hand, mere inches from my face. I did not recoil. His face filled with doubt. I squeezed on his fists.
His face contorted with pain. He released my shirt and sent his other flying at me. I caught it also. I squeezed it. A loud crack could be heard. He fell to his knees. A second cracking sound was heard. He started to bleed from his left hand. Everybody in the bar looked towards us. I released his hands. He fell to the floor, cradling his left hand.
The young girl beside me said: "What the hell just happened?"
Everybody in the bar was still looking at me. I replied nonchalantly: "I just broke his knuckles, I warned him." The bar grew silent.
The little girl beside me said: "Hum, this may come as a shock to you, but you just broke Snake's hand. And since he was defending his rights to me, you just won a challenge against the leader of our gang."
I rolled my eyes, and thought: 'Oh great, I just fucked up the main man; and in a challenge none the less. Just perfect, not at all what I wanted to do on this Friday night.'
The girl beside said in a soft voice: "I am Candy, I am now yours. And you have just become our leader." I smiled and thought. Well it could be worse.
Four big, angry guys moved towards me. The biggest one said: "We are Snake's champions. If you want to live you will fight us. Should you win, you can be the boss."
Great fucking shit. Here I am trying to get laid, and I just picked a fight with four Outlaw enforcers. I got up and said: "You ugly assholes want me to kick your ass in here or outside?"
Everybody in the bar except Candy started to laugh. I looked at her. I saw it in her eyes. She knew what I was. She smiled at me as everybody else laughed and softly whispered: "I want to fuck you after you fuck them up." Then she winked at me.
Now that sounds like a plan. I looked at the four idiots and thought. 'Oh well, I need the practice anyway.' I grabbed two closest by their shirts. They stopped laughing. I picked them both up. My muscle now flexed, the crowd stopped laughing. I threw the two men I was holding backwards, clipping the other two; they flew back towards the door. All four men were now lying on the ground by the door leading outside.
The crowd went silent. I removed my loose fitting leather jacket. My muscular arms now fully exposed, the four men's faces filled with fear. I lunged forwards. My shoulders lodged themselves into the two guys closest to me. I felt their rib cages crack against me. The two guys collapsed to the floor as I landed on my hands in a position like a push up.
I extended my arms quickly, flying upwards, I landed on my feet. The two remaining men were now frozen with fear. I swung my arms forwards, my fist landing on their shoulders. The sound of more bones breaking resonated in my ears. The two collapsed to the ground, each with a broken shoulder. The crowd was frozen, and completely quiet.
Only the sounds of the four moaning men could be heard. Then I heard a single pair of small hands clapping softly. I turned back to see it was Candy clapping. I walked back to her. The crowd moved to their fallen comrades. Candy placed a kiss on my lips. I smiled and said softly while picking up my jacket: "Your place or mine?"
She smiled and replied: "I am yours, so yours is good, besides I don't really have a place. I live with the man who owns me."
I hugged her close and headed out of the bar with her. As I cleared the door I said: "Clean these pieces of shit off the floor, we will be back tomorrow." We got on my Harley and headed to my place. I was happy that I had chosen to live off campus.
