“ I’m going out!” called Lindy as she slammed the front door behind her; not waiting for what she knew would be a disapproving reply from her mother. She yanked the keys to her brand new Moto Guzzi Jackal, from her denim shorts and carefully rolled her pride and joy out from the garage. As quick as she could, Lindy started the bike and was away, briefly shaking the sleepy East LA suburb to life but within seconds the headstrong upstart teenager and her noisy machine were out of sight and soon the street returned to it’s natural state of suburban uniformity.
“Come on Brandy for fuck’s sake I wanna get there today!!!” Mike Maguire was impatient largely because his head was still aching from the excesses of last night, it was 10am on a beautiful July Monday morning, but Mike was struggling to appreciate the beauty of his surroundings. Mike’s Ducati XDiavel power cruiser had been idling for ten minutes before Brandy finally made an appearance from the apartment she had shared with Mike for the last four years. Mike’s frustration and hangover dissipated somewhat at the sight of Brandy; she was wearing tight black leather pants with riding boots, a simple black Guns n Roses t-shirt, and of course the leather jacket that only the Queen of Mike’s Biker Gang is allowed to wear. Her hair and make up were perfect as always.
“About fuckin time, how long does it take to put your face on these days?”
Brandy eased herself gracefully on to the bike behind Mike digging her prodigious nails into his ribs as she did so, “Fuck you Mike!”
Dave Thompson had been a member of Satan’s Wheels for 25 years, he’d joined as soon as he left School, motorbikes have been the one true love of his life, the Gang have been his family, he never knew his father and his mother drank herself to an early grave. Satan’s Wheels strange as it may seem considering their reputation for lawlessness, provided Dave with his first notion of discipline. He didn’t agree with much of the way the Gang went about it’s business these days, the murky ventures into drug running and even people smuggling were frankly beyond the pale to his way of looking at things, but his loyalty to Mike the leader was absolute. He and Mike went right back to the good old days when the worst that would happen would be a bar getting turned upside down if a rival gang happened to cross their path. Reflecting on his time in the Gang as he waited in the Compound for the others to show for their monthly meeting to review the Gang’s finances, it had never been the same since Alice had left. Alice had been the Queen of the Gang for ten years as Mike’s girlfriend, she had been like a sister to Dave, but then that nasty piece of work Brandy had shown up. Brandy was ten years younger than Alice and had turned Mike’s head one night in some bar, winning a Wet T-Shirt contest, Mike being one of the judges. Alice was ten times better than Brandy on a bike, and Mike was torn between the two but Brandy just kept turning up at all these events. The two women had nearly fought a number of times. Alice was pissed she knew the rules the Queen was the Queen until she was defeated in a properly sanctioned fight. Eventually Mike bowed to pressure from both women and sanctioned a fight between the two at the Compound. Dave remembers the night vividly, Alice fought bravely but Brandy was younger and had the greater stamina, it wasn’t until that evening that Dave realized how viscously women could fight. When Brandy got the upper hand she cruelly mutilated Alice’s face and breasts with her nails which were like talons. Dave didn’t talk to Mike for months feeling that he could have ended the fight earlier. According to the Gang’s rules a defeated Queen can have no more contact with the Gang so Dave has never seen Alice since and has never warmed to Brandy.
Lindy Porter was 18 and enjoying her Summer out of School. She may have only been 18 but her physical attributes were fully developed and she was learning fast how to use them to her advantage, riding the streets of Vernon, Los Angeles, wearing tight fitting denim shorts, a cut off T-shirt with a childish teddy bear motif which left her midriff exposed, her look was completed by tiny ankle socks and heels which were hardly suitable for riding such a powerful machine. Lindy was not wearing a helmet her shoulder length blonde hair flowed behind her, not that she was generating any great speed. All in all she was an arresting sight but on the deserted streets amidst abandoned industrial complexes of Vernon there was no-one to appreciate it. She was riding for the hell of it, she needed to practice away from prying eyes. Her brand new bike was way beyond what she could afford but she had ‘persuaded’ this guy Mark, a Sports Agent or so he said, to put down a deposit for her. Lindy was learning the power she had over men especially when she wore a low cut top or a pair of denim shorts such as she was wearing today. ‘I must remember to look Mark up when the next payment is due, I’m sure I still have his number.’ “Shit what the fuck?” Lindy’s brand new Bike was coming to a halt.
“Oh out of Gas for fuck’s sake!”
Mike and Brandy arrived at the Compound fashionably late, the five other senior members of the Gang; Dave Thompson, Diesel Franklin, Buck Jones, Chip Flowers and Pete McCutcheon were waiting for them. Brandy got off the bike and ignoring all the greetings from the Gang made her way toward the Den, all eyes followed her transfixed by her shapely ass in those leather pants.
“How is the Ice Queen this morning?” Dave was the first to avert his gaze and turn to Mike.
“Pissed, she thinks I love the bike more than her.”
“And she’d be right.” Quipped Buck Jones to high fives all round.
“Should we get down to business guys, this shouldn’t take long.” They were about to head inside when Diesel Franklin noticed something or someone making their way on the road outside.
“Hey check it out guys it’s a chick.”
Lindy was exhausted she’d been struggling along seemingly endless streets of nothing but abandoned industrial compounds without seeing any sign of life. It wouldn’t normally be the case but Diesel was the greatest sight she’d seen in weeks.
“Let me get that for you sweetheart,” Diesel took control of the bike and rolled it into the Compound.
Lindy followed uncertainly tottering on her heels, perspiring freely leaving not much to the imagination below her flimsy T-shirt.
“Well what seems to be the problem, Miss?” Mike moved his shades on to his forehead to make sure this delectable sight in front of him wasn’t some trick of the lens. It wasn’t.
“I ran out of Gas,” replied Lindy sheepishly smiling sweetly at Mike.
“Hey let’s get some Gas over here,” Mike ordered, Buck quickly scurried off.
“Gas that’s no problem,” Mike smiled back at Lindy.
“Oh you guys are so kind,” said Lindy as she looked around the Compound she noticed Brandy smoking a cigarette, icily watching proceedings.
Mike began to feed the bike with Gas, “You’ve got quite a machine here, hey Guys can we get this lady a drink? What would you like?”
“Oh thanks water would be great, I’m very tired after walking that bike for so long.”
“No problem we have plenty of room inside, it’s no Palace but you can stay as long as you like.”
“Wow it looks like you have a real nice set up here, are you some kind of Club?”
“I’ll explain inside,” Mike finished with the Gas, “Well you’re all set let’s get that drink inside.”
The five other guys made their way with great purpose into the sparsely furnished Den, standing in the corner was Brandy clearly agitated, she flicked her cigarette butt to the floor and stamped it out, took off her leather jacket and hung it on a spare hook on the wall, she turned to face the room and stood restlessly hands on hips. The guys entered noisily, Dave Thompson headed straight to the very basic kitchen area to fix that glass of water for Lindy.
“Have you seen the ass on that?!” Chip Flowers had perked up since Lindy’s arrival.
“What a machine she’s got, and riding it in those heels,” Diesel Franklin was clearly a fan.
“Nice to have a bit of competition around here,” Buck Jones sneaked a peak at Brandy who chose to pretend not to have heard and continued to stare at the entrance to the Den.
The others laughed somewhat nervously, all casting their minds back to the Brandy vs Alice fight and wondering whether they had any right to expect something similar.
Mike and Lindy entered, Mike was smiling broadly, Lindy was laughing.
“Well this is Lindy everybody,” Mike addressed the room.
“Welcome to Satan’s Wheels, Lindy, my name is Dave and this is Chip, Buck, Diesel, Pete and Brandy.” Dave handed Lindy a glass of water.
“Thank you very much, Satan’s Wheels who came up with that name?” Lindy was taking in her surroundings carefully. Mike gave all the orders he was clearly in charge, but what was with that red haired Bitch in the corner she was giving Lindy a look of great hostility. Lindy had a good idea what her problem would be, she might just need to force the issue a little.
Mike had placed himself down in an armchair, “I guess I’m to blame for the name.”
“Why don’t you take a seat Lindy,” Dave pointed in the vague direction of some other second hand furniture.
“Thanks,” Lindy strolled over to Mike’s chair and perched on the arm rest casually stroking his leg whilst looking squarely in the direction of Brandy.
That was all the provocation that Brandy needed, “Get away from my man, Bitch.”
“So it does talk,” Lindy replied casually.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Brandy started moving menacingly toward Mike and Lindy “What kind of stupid cxnt runs out of Gas?”
Mike makes a move to get up, but is pushed back into his seat by Lindy.
“Excuse me, lady”
“You heard me cxnt, you’re a stupid cxnt.”
There was an audible intake of breath from several of the guys, Mike once more tried to extricate himself from the armchair, anxious to protect the young girl from getting into a situation she couldn’t handle, but Lindy had already made several strides toward Brandy and showed no signs of being intimidated by the woman six years her senior. The two women faced up in the centre of the room, both stood with hands on hips, Lindy thrust out her chest, probably at a sub conscious level trying to prove she wasn’t intimidated by the bigger breasted red head in front of her.
“So I suppose you’re the Queen around here?” Lindy’s tone was mocking.
“Fuckin right I am,” Brandy was infuriated at the blonde’s upstart attitude, “Don’t stick your fuckin Tits out at me, you’ve got nothing to stick out.”
“Your boyfriend seems to like them,” there was a roar of appreciation from the guys, even Mike smiled, this Girl had something about her. He signaled for the guys to move the furniture and clear some space, he’d now seen enough from Lindy, if she wanted to take Brandy on, he was going to let her, if things got out of hand he would step in to stop it.
Brandy was thinking on her feet, she’d had plenty of fights before but they’d all been with older women at 23 she was still young for a Queen of a Biker Gang, often she would fight women from rival Gangs, mainly just for the pleasure of the men who would step in once a clear winner was determined. The only really serious fight she’d had, had been with Alice and that had been deadly serious; she had never been challenged for her position as Queen but now it seemed the time had come.
“Are you challenging me?” Brandy grabbed Lindy’s T-Shirt exposing her bra.
“I just wanna kick your ass!” Lindy grabbed a fistful of Brandy’s hair.
“Yeees it’s on!!!” screamed Buck Jones, the guys scattered to the four corners of the room. It was on, Dave looked at Mike, who simply nodded, this was an officially sanctioned fight for the position of Queen.
Brandy responded to Lindy by grabbing on to her hair with both hands and comically tugging her head back and forth, “Ner, ner, ner, ner,ner!” but any illusions that she was back in the schoolyard were quickly dismissed, as Lindy threw an elbow into Brandy’s mid-section. Brandy staggered backwards, Lindy quickly took advantage grabbing the red head by the hair she dragged her to the floor, landing on top Lindy proceeded to aim a barrage of punches toward Brandy’s face. Brandy covered her face desperately, surprised at the ferocity and speed of the youngster. As Brandy successfully covered the blows to her face, Lindy changed tactics and began to rip at Brandy’s T-Shirt, which offered little resistance to Lindy’s nails. Brandy eventually was able to dislodge Lindy from atop her, and leapt to her feet surveying the damage to her T-Shirt she decided to discard it, revealing a black lacey bra,
“Look what you did to my fuckin T-Shirt, Bitch!” Lindy had no time to reply as Brandy launched herself at her with one aim in mind, Lindy’s teddy bear T-Shirt after a short struggle Brandy ripped the shirt over Lindy’s head and proceeded to taunt the other Girl with her trophy.
“What’s this fuckin teddy bears?”
Lindy no longer had the energy for conversation and reverted to basic primordial instinct grabbing Brandy by the hair, who responded in kind and soon enough the two women were rolling around the floor desperately scratching, clawing and punching. The respective bras of both ladies were wholly inadequate for the stresses of such activity and it wasn’t long till both women discarded them. Stripped to the waist both hellcats continued to inflict serious damage upon one another, flesh became reddened, scratch marks, claw wounds. Brandy’s talons in particular causing damage on Lindy’s previously pristine skin. For the audience the spectacle was part horrific part sexually stimulating and they watched engrossed, longing to console the loser or celebrate with the winner. The action slowed as both ladies tired, but the ferocity was unrelenting, Brandy clawed at Lindy’s face as if trying to permanently scar her rival, her leather pants were slipping to reveal the tiniest of thongs and arresting glimpses of ass cheek. Still the fight proceeded neither combatant willing to surrender, surely now just a case of superior stamina, and that turned out to belong to Lindy. The blonde assumed a dominant position on top of Brandy and began to slap the red head dismissively, feeling the fight slip out of her opponent, she knew victory was within her grasp. Unsure of how to actually clinch the deal and wary of a trap from her spiteful combatant, she looked toward the guys for suggestions.
“Finish her with a breast smother.” Dave Thompson cried out, the others smirked, knowing that Dave had been so upset at the defeat of Alice those years ago, and here was redemption. Lindy gave a quizzical look, but looking down and seeing a clearly defeated Brandy beginning to well with tears, she proceeded to lay fully on top of Brandy covering her face with her breasts she then moved them left and right as the Guys counted out, “1…2….3…4…5”
Lindy stood in triumph, Mike held her hand aloft,
“Behold the new Queen.”
“Get the Jacket!” Dave Thompson was giddy with excitement, Diesel fetched the leather jacket and handed it to Mike.
“This belongs to you, Lindy,” Mike slipped the jacket around Lindy’s bare shoulders.
“Oh, yeah this feels real comfy,” Lindy pulled the jacket tight around her.
“You earned it sweetheart, that was a hell of a fight.”
“Hey what about a picture,” Dave was waving his phone.
“Yeah of course, just a second,” Lindy strutted over to Brandy who still lay on her back exhausted and in tears. Lindy placed her right foot on Brandy’s stomach, who could do no more than flinch,
“Smile, Bitch,” Lindy raised her hands in triumph as Dave clicked away on his phone.
