Bikers

Bikers,


“My father warned me not to come here,” Leslie said to her friend Becky as she
walked towards the bar. The place had a terrible reputation and was well known
as a hangout for a local biker gang. But it wasn’t like they had any real choice
in the matter now though. Becky’s car was sitting a quarter mile down the road,
it was getting darker by the minute and this was the only place open for a
couple miles.

“All we’ll do is go in, use the phone to call daddy, and then leave. It’ll be
OK,” Becky whispered to Sharon as they walked through the front door.

Looking quickly around the large central room, Leslie now knew why she had been
warned away from the place. There had to be twenty guys all sitting around
tables drinking, and none of them looked like they had showered for a week. As
the two young girls walked into the room, all talking ceased and all eyes were
on them.

“What can I help you ladies out with?” asked a man behind the bar.

Both girls were motionless and seemed to become frozen in their tracks.

The man at the bar asked again, “What do you girls need?”

One of the customers yelled out, “Maybe they’re too young to know what they
want!”

Another yelled out, “Yeah, we ought to go ahead and give it to ’em.”

The man behind the bar hollered for everyone to shut up and asked the girls a
third time what they needed.

“Just to use the phone sir,” Becky squeaked out. “Our car broke down and we need
to call my father.”

One of the customers, a large man wearing a typical biker outfit got up and
walked over to the girls. “No need to call your daddy, we can fix anything
that’s wrong,” he said harshly. “Ain’t that right?” The other customers all
yelled back in agreement. “Why don’t you two ladies sit and relax while I send
some guys down to get your car?”

“No thanks, mister, my dad will come get us,” Becky almost whispered.

“What the fuck’s wrong bitch,” one of the customer’s yelled. “You don’t fuckin’
trust us?”

The other customers heckled in agreement.

The large man standing next to the girls grabbed Becky’s arm and said, “Give me
the fuckin’ keys. I told you we’d fix the goddamned thing.”

With that, he grabbed her keys from her hands and threw them across the room to
another customer.

“Now just go sit the fuck down and relax.”

The man walked to the guy with the keys and told him to go get the car. When the
man balked for a second, the larger man grabbed him by the hair and literally
stood him up. Leslie thought the man’s hair was being ripped out by the roots.

“I told you to go get the fuckin’ car, now go,” the man roared and threw the man
forward. The man stumbled out of the bar.

Leslie and Becky looked at each other quickly and then glanced at the bar. There
was a small table sitting next to it with no guys at it. The two girls quickly
moved towards it and sat down.

The man from before, obviously the leader, walked over to the girls and was
quickly joined by most of the other men.

“What you two want to drink?” he demanded.

“Nothing, thanks,” Becky replied.

“When I offer you something to fuckin’ drink bitch, you fuckin’ drink it!” The
tone of the man’s voice scared the two girls even more than they already were.
“Get these two bitches a beer,” he roared.

The man behind the bar asked the girls their ages.

“17,” Becky answered.

“16,” Leslie whispered.

“Fuck,” the man at the bar answered, “I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ liquor license.”
He then opened two Budweisers and handed them across the bar to the large man.

“Here,” the man said gruffly as he sat the beer down in front of the girls.
“Drink them,” he demanded.

Neither girl mo 1000 ved.

“I said, fucking drink the fuckin’ beer bitch,” the man snarled as he grabbed
Leslie by the hair and pulled her head back.

Both girls grabbed the cans in front of them.