Crystal and Cora snag the bikers

The falling out we had amongst us girls suddenly created a competitiveness in the air which I had not found before. The two bikers - no great catches considering they were unshaven and dressed in the gear of dubious cleanliness - found themselves smiled at and fawned upon by all the women. If Samora had not been holding my hand my own inner competitive bitch would have been aroused.

"Now we be Ripper and Tipper..." - the older of the two bikers with a tad of gray in his dirty beard and dark sandy hair announced. Obviously he meant to tell us that they were studs with cash - their pride made me grin. When you work in a cat-house like we did we had seen more dick come by than those lads would their whole lives. Their cocks were unlikely to truly impress anyone - the tipping part however.

"Oooh-la-la" - Cora had reached out with a slender arm and draped it casually over the older biker. "Vee like the szound of that don't we darling Crystal. Aren't those boys hot studs."
Quite against the rules - Crystal now also inserted herself towards Biker #2 - presumably ripper and shamelessly grabbed his crotch.
"Let me Frenchie friend and I show you boys a good time eh - there is only mutton and lamb barely dressed for you to taste anyway."
The boys enjoyed the attention and had their arms around the girls waists pulling them towards their respective bodies - even from where I stood a few feet away their body odour was strong.
"We have a thing we do though - Ripper and Tre... Tipper here - we are bros and we want to fuck two ladies side by side and switch at half time. Are you girls up for that - is there a bed large..."

Tipper interjected up "And strong..."

Ripper laughed and high fived his mate - whilst his spare hand examined the quality of Crystal's left tit. The fingers were rough, mails unkept and skin was rough at the edges. "Yes large and strong enough for us two bronco's to bang two ladies on?"
It was a done deal - Crystal and Cora hooked their arms under the boys arms and trotted them off to the upstairs area where they were sure to find what they needed. Turning to Samora I said: "I am not sorry we weren't picked, you?"

"Yeah I need the cash but maybe not that badly. Come lets have a coffee at the bar, it's still quiet the afternoon rush will come soon enough."