(Pulled from my draft folder because I have a ton in there and never got around to finishing or publishing)
It was a beautiful day spent riding through the countryside on his motorcycle. On our way home we came across a biker bar that we had seen several times but never went in. Clyde pulled in to the parking lot and I was immediately intimidated. There were about 30-40 bikes lined up and several bikers loitering out front. I'm talking men and women with tattoos, bandanas and leather vests. You know, bad ass looking mother fuckers. I wasn't sure what we were about to walk into.
I looked at Clyde pleading with my eyes, "don't make me go in"
"One drink' he says and puts his arm around me as we walk in.
It was clear right away that the alcohol was flowing and people were feeling pretty good. Pretty quickly, people began talking to us and introducing them selves. We found a small table, sat down and ordered a drink. We played some pool, got hit on by a couple of drunk women and were having a really good time.
I was beginning to feel pretty tipsy when the band started. The lead singer was a very attractive woman and she was walking around with a flogger hanging from her back pocket.
Well unbeknownst to me, Clyde had told her it was my birthday. So halfway through their set, she called me up on stage where she pulled out her flogger and got me into position. She flogged me. Up on stage. While the whole crowd cheered her on. It was pretty exciting and I was a horny mess. When she finished, she gave me a quick kiss and sent me back to clyde.
The night continued with more drinking and dancing. We even got invited to go back to the drummers house after for some skinny dipping. I politely declined of course. By the time we left, we had made friends with nearly everyone there.
It was a really fun night!
Moral of this story: most bikers may look scary but they are some of the nicest people you will ever meet.