Second try at the biker bar

Once more at the brink of the bar, John tentatively ventured inside and suddenly felt more out of place than anywhere he had ever been before in his life. shirtless guys in leather vests lounged around drinking beers with hot women in leather pants fawning on them. Two barmaids in skintight lycra pants shuttled between the bar and the tables keeping the bikers supplied in the bottled beer that was being consumed at a prodigious rate.

At one end of the bar there stood a pool table with a pair of fat guys and two hot girls playing, and off to John's right was a table, this time with three guys playing poker around a small table while their women lounged behind them talking at a separate table. John had never seen so much leather in one place. Almost everyone wore mirrored glasses. He cautiously stepped up to the bar and ordered a beer without looking anyone in the eye and waited till he was supplied before turning round.

At the table, a guy with long white hair and an eye patch behind which a scar protruded to both side turned to face him. "Well?". He was one of the only guys without shades on.

John looked at him, wondering what the question was. This was probably the oldest guy in the bar and he had an air of authority about him. Shit, he didnt want to get on this guys wrong side, "Sorry?" was the best he could come up with, and hastily took a large slug of his beer.

"What's your game?" said the old guy with a steely face, impossible to read. When John continued to struggle with an answer, he eventually prompted, "pool or poker?" and nodded to the table at the far end.

John looked over and noticed that the red haired girl on the table with an incredible cleavage in a leather bra top just pulled off the most incredible pool shot he had ever seen, sinking two balls from an impossible position. Her companions didn't even register it as if it was the kind of shot she makes all day. "Uh, poker. I'm shit at pool!"

The old biker grunted, "pull up a chair then". The three biker chicks looked over with interest. One appeared to be in her forties with short dark hair, the other two in their twenties. Was it presumptuous to imagine the old guy was with the older of the women? That would leave the two hotties with, John looked across the table as he sat down, a fat bald guy with a trucker moustache and a weaselly looking guy with long greasy hair who looked like he needed a good wash. Hard to figure how these women were associated with any of them.

"That's Tank on deal, Billy to his right and I'm Satan."

John blinked. Fuck. Really? "Um, I'm John".

"Ok John. Here's the deal. Poker's sacred right. Two things to remember. Anyone cheats we cut their balls off. Ok?"

"Sure", gulped John, thinking maybe he should have gone for pool. Or better yet, not have come here in the first place.

"And", he continued, "Anyone welches, we"

"cut their balls off?" asked John with a slight smile.

"I was going to say dick, but close enough", said Satan.

John looked at his bottle, that had somehow gotten empty and his throat was suddenly parched and croaking. He lifted his hand to attract the passing remarkably busty waitress. She bustled over with a notepad and looked at him impatiently. She was wearing a Hooters waitress top, even though she was in the wrong bar, and a pair of black shiny spandex pants.

"Uh, could I get 4," he glanced over at the women's table behind them, "uh, make that 7 beers?"

"Ok" said the waitress without a smile and turned towards the bar. Satan swung his hand back and slapped her ass with a resounding crack, causing her to stumble forwards to the amusement of several of the customers.

John settled down and relaxed a little feeling he had ingratiated himself slightly. He lost twewnty dollars in the first hand to the fat guy Tank, then the second, forty five, to Satan. Despite this, John was actually starting to enjoy himself. The company was entertaining, teh women good to look at, and he figured he still had almost three thousand bucks in his pockets in loose change. He wouldn't be too upset to lose it all. He still had more than he could spend in the bank.

He looked at his cards on the third hand

Damn! That was good.

Tank opened with 2 Dollars, Satan folded, John raised it to ten, then Billy, the weasel, said "a hundred", and put a pile of cash on the table.

Tank folded too, but John felt there was no way that the weasel had a better start than him, so fished the cash out and matched him.

As the flop progressed John's hand grew stronger, but Billy started looking agitated and raised and raised the bet, until with one card to go he put his whole wedge in, taking the pot to almost 2000 dollars. John called.

The last card gave him a full house Aces over Kings. Beatable, but unlikely.

Billy looked like he might wet himself. The girls had stopped looking bored and all crowded round Billy then glanced across at John trying to read him, then back to Billy's cards.

Billy delved into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys and chucked them in the pile.

John looked confused.

"Thirteen year old Harley". Billy looked over at Satan.

The old man looked unmoved. "Its a crossbones. Probably get about 13 thousand two hundred on the open market, maybe 12 at a dealer, but you'd need to pay 15 if you wanted to buy one there too. You in John?".

John looked at Billy sweating for a long time, then over his shoulder at a young dark haired biker chick who looked excited. She looked like she was a vampire who smelled blood. John hoped it wasn't his.

Fuck he thought. He had a great hand dammit. They might kill him if he won, but he had to play it. He tossed his own keys onto the pile. "1 year old mustang GT".

Billy's mouth hung open and he turned to the old man.

"Depends on the spec, but you'd get more than fifty grand for it" said Satan unemotionally. "That's you raised Billy."

"Fuck!" said the biker and spun round having already committed everything he posessed. His girl looked stunned. John took the opportunity to check her out. Sleazy as hell, but incredibly sexy.

"Tanya", Billy said suddenly.

"What the fuck?" said the girl in the short leather skirt.

"I'll add Tanya in".

The old man, said, "hard to value. Its up to you John. You willing to accept her as the balance of the bet?"

"You bastard Billy!" said Tanya, but didn't retreat. Even she was fascinated to see how this was going to go thpugh. If they pulled it off they were going to have John's car and his cash.

"Shut the fuck up cunt!" said Billy to his woman, and stared at John.

"Fine!" said John, wondering how the hell they planned to give him Tanya as winnings. He did allow himself to consider what it might be like to own someone, particularly someone as hot and provocatively sexy as Tanya, but quickly returned focus on the game.

"Show time!" said Tank.

"Ok", said Billy and smiled a yellow toothed grin splaying his cards out. "Full house. Queens and eights". He leaned back in relief and looked up at Tanya.

John put his hand down "Aces and Kings", he said simply.

"What?!" said Billy, "no you cant. You must be cheating! He is! he cheated!", he turned wildly to Tank and Satan who just gave the briefest of shakes of his head. "Nooo!" wailed Billy.

"Hell no!" said Tanya behind him. "No way!"

"That's the bet. You ain't thinkin on welchin Billy are you?" asked Satan.

"I,.. I,..."stammered Billy, then defeated said simply "no", and slumped back in his chair.

"And this is yours", said Tank, pushing the pile on the table towards John.

"Thanks", said John picking his keys up and putting them back in his pocket. before looking at the crumpled ruin of Billy, and the stunned gorgeous Tanya behind him. He had a boner already, "umm, how does this work"?

Billy seemed not to hear him, just staring straight ahead, muttering, "the bike.",

Satan answered, "'s up to you. She's yours. Do what you want. Take her home or whatever. The bike's out the back".

Tanya's eyes widened, but she said nothing.

"Or, you could just leave her here and do her any time you come in for a beer", continued the old man.

"Really?"

"Sure - just use the John and lock the door" he said, still unemotional, but glancing over at the stunned girl with his good eye.

"He cant do that", protested Tanya but without conviction.

"Bets a bet" said Tank across the table, then laughed, John here looks like he could use the John himself round about now.

John looked from one face to the other. This was really happening? He had free use of this biker chick any time he came in? Fuck though, he better act quick to establish the parameters. Otherwise, she would try to weasel out of it, even if Billy the weasel didn't. He pushed his chair back and got to his feet then turned towards the toilet without a word.

Tanya followed him through the door as if she had been pushed.

Without a word, John pulled his boner from his pants and pointed it at her, then put his hand on top of her head and pushed her downwards gently.

"Fine!" she said with resignation, rolling her eyes as she dropped to her knees.

Her jaw dropped open and he slid his cock into her pink lipped mouth. Straight away she started bobbing back and forth mechanically staring angrily at him throughout, but despite her lack of enthusiasm began performing a very enjoyable blowjob thought John. He considered standing her up and fucking her in a number of ways, but something about this just seemed right. He could bang her all sorts of ways another time. She was clearly not into this but was having to accept the necessity of it, that he could simply turn up any time and drag her off to the toilet. Additionally, as it was a blow job he was the only one getting anything out of the encounter, and it seemed right that she was on her knees before him. Maybe he should change his name to Zod he thought.

It took a long time, paticularly as he had been fairly active already today and his balls weren't full, but when he eventually did cum, it was completely without warning and he kept his dick in her mouth, holding her head steady with his hands as he ejaculated, not letting go till the last pump of fluid had left his cock and he was feeling happier.

She sat back on her heels with her lips pursed shut looking like fury, cheeks bulging, then spat his cum back at him, which he only just managed to dodge, and got up to leave. John put his dick away and followed her.