Post by Elaine Heast on Oct 9, 2014 16:47:21 GMT -8
1977
Sometimes when I look back on my time with Ambrose and the MC and I just shake my head. The girl I was when I joined was awkward and inexperienced, though she thought she knew how the world worked, boy was I in for a lot of surprises.
The first few weeks was like a roller coaster ride, exciting, terrifying and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to stay on or get off. The MC traveled at night, Ambrose said it was because there was no need to worry about cops or traffic that way. I loved the feel of the cool summer air on my face, the intimacy of riding with my arms around his waist and the vibration of the engine between my legs, it as incredibly liberating and erotic.
I was so caught up in the freedom that I over did it at first, I didn’t realize how important it was to have boundaries or limits. We would usually stop at a bar after a long night on the road, the crew would drink and play pool or darts and they were friendly enough to me all things considered. I was after all a silly little rich girl that their President had taken under his wing. I over compensated a little, by paying for their bar tabs and hotel rooms, it was my parents’ money what did I care? I drank my share too, usually ending the night with Ambrose pulling me off the bar or picking me up from the floor.
I’d wake up next to him in some shitty motel, my head pounding and my neck sore. He slept so still and quiet, it was almost eerie. He wasn’t one of those guys who radiated heat, but instead he seemed to suck in all of mine. One night a couple weeks in, I rolled out of the bed, padding quietly across the floor and into the bathroom. I washed the shame and grime of the previous evening off of my body and brushed the nasty out of my mouth. I came out wrapped in a towel and Ambrose was already up and dressed and he flung a bag onto the bed. “I got you something.”
I opened the bag, curious and suspicious of what could be in there and was surprised. My ass and thighs had been sore from the road, no one ever told you about that part when they talked about the glamour of the it. I had wished I had something better than my overly expensive jeans and fashionable boots to protect me. What I found in the bag was a pair of leather pants, wool boot socks and steel toed engineer boots. I looked up to thank him and he was already on his way out the door. I shook my head and began pulling on the new clothes, Ambrose was unlike any guy I’d met. The pants fit well enough, but the boots were a bit big, thankfully the socks helped with that. I’m not sure how he even knew my size.
I grabbed my bag and headed out drawing some appreciative glances from the crew, though Ambrose didn’t even look my way. I gave him a kiss on his cheek “thank you.”
He gave me a nod and passed me my helmet and I slid behind him in the seat. The new pants made the ride much more comfortable and I enjoyed watching as the scenery rolled past. I was surprised when we stopped a couple hours later, pulling into a mostly empty truck stop. I moved to get off the bike and Ambrose shook his head at me, “stay here, this is business.”
I gave him a confused nod and stood up, but stayed with the bike. He, the VP and a couple other guys approached a black semi truck. They shouted something to the driver who opened the door and stepped out of the cab. I watched as Ambrose had a brief conversation with the man and then shook his hand. He got back into the truck and they came back to the bikes, they went through their saddlebags and pulled out their guns. They checked them over before holstering the side arms and getting back on their bikes. It was the first time I’d seen all of them wearing weapons, even Ambrose.
I gave Ambrose a nervous glance and it he touched my face looking me in the eyes, “don’t worry, this is all part of the adventure,” he said with that cocky grin of his.
With that I felt more more relaxed and a bit excited as I got back on the bike. I positioned my arms below the shoulder holster he was wearing so I wouldn’t be in the way. They waited until the semi had pulled past us before they pulled behind it two by two. I quickly figured out we were to follow the semi and make sure nothing happened. I kept an eye out even though I knew the guys had a better idea of what we were looking for.
The next few hours were uneventful and I sunk into the lull of the road going by and waited to see where we would end up. I heard the roar of a truck engine and looked over my shoulder as a jeep swerved at the rear of the formation. A moment later gun shots rang out and Ambrose shifted to pull his pistol out of its holster. I did my best to hold on and stay out the way. A large pickup came up on the other side of the MC, the headlights off and the driver swerving at us. Ambrose turned and fired a couple shots as did other member of the gang.
Then the most unexpected thing happened to me, Ambrose passed me his pistol. "Don't shoot me or yourself, point it toward the truck tires and squeeze the trigger."
It was heavy in my hand and it shook slightly, as I lifted it toward the truck. Ambrose focused on the road and holding the bike steady and I tried not to fall off. It was a miracle I didn't drop the gun as the kick and bang of it made me squeal in surprise. I fumbled with trying to get it back into position to fire again as her first shot went wide of the truck.
The next couple shots also missed, but it kept the truck from swerving back at us. I could hear Ambrose laughing at me and if I hadn't been afraid for my life, I would have smacked him. Finally a shot hit the truck tire and the driver scrambled to get control. I whooped at the small victory and surveyed the situation around me.
Whatever these guys had expected, they hadn't expected the MC to be guarding the semi. Both vehicles had been disabled and everyone seemed to be safe. The rest of the ride proved uneventful and the truck was handed off to another group a couple hours before dawn.
Ambrose headed straight to a motel in the area and I joined him rather than heading to the bar. I was shaken and needed to be someplace quiet. I stripped off my jacket and boots and sat down heavily on the bed. I felt Ambrose's hand stroke down my cheek and I looked up at him, "you did good."
I let out the pent up fear that was inside me and heaved out a sob. Ambrose sat down and wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. I'd never known such kindness from anyone, my own family shunned emotions and affection. I took a deep breath and tilted my head back and kissed him hard, he returned it with similar ferocity.
The adrenaline still coursing through me burned and demanded action. I straddled his lap continuing to kiss him as I tugged at the heavy leather of his cut. I tossed it onto a chair as he rolled pinning me beneath him. From there clothing was removed in a haphazard fashion until his cool skin was pressed against the burning warmth of mine.
Sometimes when I look back on my time with Ambrose and the MC and I just shake my head. The girl I was when I joined was awkward and inexperienced, though she thought she knew how the world worked, boy was I in for a lot of surprises.
The first few weeks was like a roller coaster ride, exciting, terrifying and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to stay on or get off. The MC traveled at night, Ambrose said it was because there was no need to worry about cops or traffic that way. I loved the feel of the cool summer air on my face, the intimacy of riding with my arms around his waist and the vibration of the engine between my legs, it as incredibly liberating and erotic.
I was so caught up in the freedom that I over did it at first, I didn’t realize how important it was to have boundaries or limits. We would usually stop at a bar after a long night on the road, the crew would drink and play pool or darts and they were friendly enough to me all things considered. I was after all a silly little rich girl that their President had taken under his wing. I over compensated a little, by paying for their bar tabs and hotel rooms, it was my parents’ money what did I care? I drank my share too, usually ending the night with Ambrose pulling me off the bar or picking me up from the floor.
I’d wake up next to him in some shitty motel, my head pounding and my neck sore. He slept so still and quiet, it was almost eerie. He wasn’t one of those guys who radiated heat, but instead he seemed to suck in all of mine. One night a couple weeks in, I rolled out of the bed, padding quietly across the floor and into the bathroom. I washed the shame and grime of the previous evening off of my body and brushed the nasty out of my mouth. I came out wrapped in a towel and Ambrose was already up and dressed and he flung a bag onto the bed. “I got you something.”
I opened the bag, curious and suspicious of what could be in there and was surprised. My ass and thighs had been sore from the road, no one ever told you about that part when they talked about the glamour of the it. I had wished I had something better than my overly expensive jeans and fashionable boots to protect me. What I found in the bag was a pair of leather pants, wool boot socks and steel toed engineer boots. I looked up to thank him and he was already on his way out the door. I shook my head and began pulling on the new clothes, Ambrose was unlike any guy I’d met. The pants fit well enough, but the boots were a bit big, thankfully the socks helped with that. I’m not sure how he even knew my size.
I grabbed my bag and headed out drawing some appreciative glances from the crew, though Ambrose didn’t even look my way. I gave him a kiss on his cheek “thank you.”
He gave me a nod and passed me my helmet and I slid behind him in the seat. The new pants made the ride much more comfortable and I enjoyed watching as the scenery rolled past. I was surprised when we stopped a couple hours later, pulling into a mostly empty truck stop. I moved to get off the bike and Ambrose shook his head at me, “stay here, this is business.”
I gave him a confused nod and stood up, but stayed with the bike. He, the VP and a couple other guys approached a black semi truck. They shouted something to the driver who opened the door and stepped out of the cab. I watched as Ambrose had a brief conversation with the man and then shook his hand. He got back into the truck and they came back to the bikes, they went through their saddlebags and pulled out their guns. They checked them over before holstering the side arms and getting back on their bikes. It was the first time I’d seen all of them wearing weapons, even Ambrose.
I gave Ambrose a nervous glance and it he touched my face looking me in the eyes, “don’t worry, this is all part of the adventure,” he said with that cocky grin of his.
With that I felt more more relaxed and a bit excited as I got back on the bike. I positioned my arms below the shoulder holster he was wearing so I wouldn’t be in the way. They waited until the semi had pulled past us before they pulled behind it two by two. I quickly figured out we were to follow the semi and make sure nothing happened. I kept an eye out even though I knew the guys had a better idea of what we were looking for.
The next few hours were uneventful and I sunk into the lull of the road going by and waited to see where we would end up. I heard the roar of a truck engine and looked over my shoulder as a jeep swerved at the rear of the formation. A moment later gun shots rang out and Ambrose shifted to pull his pistol out of its holster. I did my best to hold on and stay out the way. A large pickup came up on the other side of the MC, the headlights off and the driver swerving at us. Ambrose turned and fired a couple shots as did other member of the gang.
Then the most unexpected thing happened to me, Ambrose passed me his pistol. "Don't shoot me or yourself, point it toward the truck tires and squeeze the trigger."
It was heavy in my hand and it shook slightly, as I lifted it toward the truck. Ambrose focused on the road and holding the bike steady and I tried not to fall off. It was a miracle I didn't drop the gun as the kick and bang of it made me squeal in surprise. I fumbled with trying to get it back into position to fire again as her first shot went wide of the truck.
The next couple shots also missed, but it kept the truck from swerving back at us. I could hear Ambrose laughing at me and if I hadn't been afraid for my life, I would have smacked him. Finally a shot hit the truck tire and the driver scrambled to get control. I whooped at the small victory and surveyed the situation around me.
Whatever these guys had expected, they hadn't expected the MC to be guarding the semi. Both vehicles had been disabled and everyone seemed to be safe. The rest of the ride proved uneventful and the truck was handed off to another group a couple hours before dawn.
Ambrose headed straight to a motel in the area and I joined him rather than heading to the bar. I was shaken and needed to be someplace quiet. I stripped off my jacket and boots and sat down heavily on the bed. I felt Ambrose's hand stroke down my cheek and I looked up at him, "you did good."
I let out the pent up fear that was inside me and heaved out a sob. Ambrose sat down and wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. I'd never known such kindness from anyone, my own family shunned emotions and affection. I took a deep breath and tilted my head back and kissed him hard, he returned it with similar ferocity.
The adrenaline still coursing through me burned and demanded action. I straddled his lap continuing to kiss him as I tugged at the heavy leather of his cut. I tossed it onto a chair as he rolled pinning me beneath him. From there clothing was removed in a haphazard fashion until his cool skin was pressed against the burning warmth of mine.