I needed to get out of the city for a while. I had been in my job for a couple of years without a holiday. It was about time I had some me time. So without any real plan of where I was going I jumped in the car and drove west. I decided that sticking to the highways was boring so I took various roads to be out in the countryside and just breath in the fresh air. Everything was going fine. I had even left my phone at home so nobody could contact me. Just me and the car going where the road takes me.
It was starting to get late when I thought I better try and find somewhere to stay the night. There had not been a sign pointing toward a town for some time. Mostly there was just land with various animals on it. Finally I saw a road pointing toward a house on a hill and I decided I would knock on the door and ask for some advice. The guy who opened the door was obviously a bikie from the way he was dressed, not to mention the beard and tattoos. I was a little nervous when I spoke asking for directions. He laughed at me when I explained what I was doing out there. "you have at least 2 hours drive to the nearest town from here – our closest neighbours are ¾ of an hour drive. There is a fog setting in now too, so driving is not a good idea."
"oh" was about all I could say. I mean what can you say in that situation.
"Don't worry we'll look after you here." Said the bikie. With that he held out his hand and introduced himself as Bob. I told him my name was Don. With that he showed me into the house. There was music going and plenty of voices coming from the next room which he led me into. He did not seem like a very chatty guy. When I looked into the room I was a little scared. There were ten more guys who all looked like Bob. They were all a bit older than me. I am 30 and an average looking guy. You know the kind – slim build, clean shaven, dark neat hair and brown eyes. The kind of guy you see wearing a suit and tie in the city every day.
The guys laughed as Bob told them my story and that he had said they would look after me.
A big guy with red hair who introduced himself as Steve started firing questions at me. But he wasn't giving me time to answer. He had come to the inclusion that I didn't look like I needed a holiday but rather a blood good fucking. I didn't know what to say – my mouth was just hanging open. The other men were all laughing. I tried to laugh it off also – but there was something in Steve's eyes which said that he was serious and the others new it too.
I scanned the room again looking to see if there would be any support for me from someone else. It was then that I noticed it was not 10 guys but in fact 2 of them were women. It was easy to mistake them at first, as they too had some tattoos and long hair and they dressed similarly. Steve saw me eyeing the women "don't think you are going to get too lucky with those two lesbians."
