The “Road Hooch-Mama” Grill and Bar

“I could really go for a nice cocktail. Maybe some music, a little dancing. What about we take John into town, down to that bar owned by Jeanne?” Margaret proposed, looking to the others for an approval. Adriana giddily nodded towards Margaret.

“You want to take him into Jeanne’s bar? Hell yes! Seems like excuse enough to go back, after last time.” Adriana echoed, already moving towards her dress.

Aunt Rita raised an eyebrow. “Hang on now, I ain’t tryna get him in trouble. We sure Jeanne would be cool with this? Showing up in our underwear is a LOT different from parading around a naked guy. Especially… At THAT bar.” She asked, crossing her arms.

Susie emerged from the back hallway, now wearing a pair of lightly ripped jeans and some T-Shirt for a metal band you’d never heard of. “He should be fine. They do some sort of strip contest thing Wednesday nights, so I’d guess they’ve got a pretty lax dress code.”

“Lax is a word for it. We’ve gotten a couple calls about people roaming the streets naked after they go in. They’re clothes never turn up back at the bar, so most of the time we just warn them not to get too blitzed again, and drop them off at their house.” Jenny explained, sliding her legs into some jeans.

The entire time this conversation was occurring, you stood silently, in some degree of half-shock half-disbelief. “Wait. You want me to go to a bar like this?” You asked, looking to Aunt Rita for an answer.

Aunt Rita shrugged. “Well uhh, yeah! You lost the bet, and her challenge to you, is to go with us to the bar. You’ve got to do the challenge dressed in nothin’ but a smile!”

You stammered, as it looked like most of the group was now ready to leave. “I… I can’t do that! I’d get arrested, or kicked out!”

Jenny spoke up. “Honey, you’re being escorted by one of the city cops. I’ll handle it if we get a call about some streaker at the bar. Plus, Jeanne’s is a main bar for some sort of Biker gang. They’re used to a little bit of fun and jokes every now and then.”

You were about to protest, when it occurred to you. A biker bar? It would be chock full of other guys! Sure, it was still a bit embarrassing, but nowhere near the embarrassment you felt now in front of the 4 women around you. Probably a rough male bartender, a no nonsense bouncer, all they might do is poke a little fun and move along. Being naked in front of just a bunch of random other guys sounded far less threatening, and embarrassing than any alternatives you could convince Margaret and the others to approve that wouldn’t be dramatically worse and place you in front of a ton of other girls.

“…Fifteen minutes at the bar. I’ll do fifteen minutes, and then you gotta give me my clothes back.” You countered, blushing madly at the attention.

After a short pause, Margaret shrugged. “Sounds fine by me! Susie, take his clothes with us, and put them in the drawstring bag!” Margaret commanded, earning a light eye roll from Susie as she began scooping up your clothes, and catching a thrown pair of briefs from Margaret. You gulped, before sighing out a long breath to try and calm yourself. You reasoned that the clothes would be returned, you’d just have to endure being naked in front of some odd bunch of bikers. You figured it wouldn’t be much trouble, since you knew most biker gangs weren’t like the super intense kind you’d seen in movies.

After a few minutes of preparation, the four women led the way outside. You took a deep breath, but followed behind the 4 women towards the parked cars and trucks. You figured you were supposed to ride with Aunt Rita to the bar, but she quickly redirected you. “Naw. Me, Adriana, Susie, and Margaret are gonna ride down there in Adriana’s car. She’s only got room for 4, so you can ride with Jenny.” She said, grinning as she pointed to another vehicle parked closer to the road. You stared blankly, unable to believe your eyes.