A New Day, A New You part 8 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 8

... I’m with them by my clothing option. Kit gets the bike parked and we step off and she shows me around. I learn a lot of names, Devil’s Best I know but I learn about a few more. Daughter’s of the Damned are a group of exes and former wives of fallen bikers who have been running around for a couple decades on their own and have a pretty fair reputation. The Convicted, not the best reputation seeing as they recruit from prison and only violent offenders. The one I almost ask about is the creepy group of on lookers that are on their own but watching everything else from the drinking to the racing and gambling. Kit however sees me watching and takes it upon herself to explain. “That is the Faces of Fear,” she says in reference to the group without gesturing. “So they do what, scare people,” I ask confused. “Not really sure but a US Marshal got close to their leader once, they found what was left of him with teeth marks on his bones. The one with the beard and hat is their leader Gabriel and he is not someone to play around with,” Kit informs me making sure I understand,” Don’t eyeball them, don’t talk to them unless they approach you first and don’t eat anything they offer you.” “Are they really that bad,” I ask skeptical. “You don’t just wander into their fold and not one of them hasn’t killed someone innocent,” she explains leading me away. What do we spend our time doing? Partying, Kit dances with me a little, Richard meets some women and does the charming yet tough guy ...

... routine, Jamal makes sure in advance that the women he speaks with are single and almost starts a fight with one of the speed bike groups. All of this feels good for a change when someone near the band takes stage and shoves the lead singer out of the way. “I was invited because someone said the best damn unaffiliated fighter had a challenger,” I hear the voice and turn to see Chez on stage,” I was invited but nobody is showing me to the pit to fight.” “The pit,” I ask Kit. “All fights are held in a dirt pit about four feet deep, nobody goes in the pit unless they’re fighting,” Kit clarifies and now I have more questions. “Wait so how do they stop the fight,” I ask concerned. “They don’t,” She says before stepping towards the stand and addressing Chez,” Hey shit head; yeah there is someone for you to fight. Kind of a rematch.” “Is it you because if you wanna get down and dirty just say so,” Chez calls back hopping off the stage and approaching Kit,” I need to get my girl Sol some three way experience.” “You can’t handle a real woman boy, let alone one that can beat your ass but this one is special. And if you win you can name your prize,” Kit states letting him feel cocky. “How about…. Your bike,” Chez tells her and she actually looks shocked,” I figure I’ll need something to sell to make back the money that I’ll be losing by wasting my time with whoever I beat once.” “Done, pit in five,” a Devil’s Best rep informs both parties. The two sides break and head in different directions ...