I rolled out of bed at five forty-five, happy that my internal clock was kicking in for the local time. I showered, dressed, and made a pot of coffee in the kitchen, then went out and turned on the porch light. It was a little chilly, so everyone would need their heavy riding clothes. It was supposed to be sunny, so before we reached Daytona, we would be shedding layers.
Hap came out to the kitchen with a smile, Margie trailing him, also smiling. "We slept great. Thanks for suggesting we stay here. That was a great idea."
Marge said, "Can I start breakfast for us? How about some bacon, eggs and biscuits?"
"Sounds good, let me get my menagerie going. They'll need to search out some warm clothes." I said this heading back to the bedroom.
All three were up and were getting out of the shower. I told them to dress warm and Sue said, "If I ride behind you, your legs will break the wind. Whoever is in the sidecar is going to be out of the wind and whoever rides behind Sandy or Mandy will have someone to break the wind for them. I think jeans will be fine. We'll layer up on top and wear our heavy leather jackets. You might need leathers for your legs, but probably not."
As I went back into the kitchen, I found Maggie and Glenda helping Marge. I heard some bikes pull up outside, then Sandy and Mandy, along with Bear and Crystal came in. They were all dressed warmly and the two girls had leathers ready. It was still dark out, so it was chilly. Typical Florida though, because as soon as the sun pops up in the east, it warms up fast.
Bear turned on the weather channel to find out what the forecast was going to be today and tomorrow, then built a bunch of Bloody Marys. The non-pregnant women had some along with their coffee and generally began to get rowdy.
Hank and Debbie came over with Tia, then Shawna and Charlie showed up with CJ and Sean. The last to come were Jim, Hannah, and Rob. Kate came walking in with Carson. She said that Jim was going fishing with their neighbor and would come by later this evening. The babysitting crew would be Beth, Glenda, Maggie, Kate, Susan, and Tina. All would get some breaks, but there were enough people to keep the critters under control. I think all of the parents felt good about leaving their kids.
We ate and cranked up the bikes by seven o'clock. Mercy wanted to ride behind Sandy, as she says she likes to play with her tits while they ride. Sue elected to be in the sidecar, which meant Juanita rode behind me. We let Hap and Charlie lead the way, with the rest of the crowd in the middle and Bear and I bringing up the rear.
The ride is a decent one. You go straight across 54 to I-75, up to state road 50, across the state through Clermont, then continue across till you dump out just at I-95. We rode over to the Cabbage patch at nine in the morning. The tiny place was expanding, but still has the original postage stamp bar intact. It served up our first beer, amongst a rowdy bunch that may or may not have been to bed yet.
Our next stop was over at the Volusia fairgrounds at the Abate camp grounds. We didn't want to have to pay the forty bucks to just walk through, so we passed on visiting with friends that we would have seen and went on toward the Iron Horse Saloon to check out what kind of rice rocket they were burning this year. After a beer there, we went over to the Last Resort for a beer. About Noon we headed toward the beach.
When we pulled into the drive-through valet area for the hotel, I let Sue get out, then asked the attendant directions to the secure garage. When he started to get funny, it set me off for whatever reason. I didn't want to deal with any narrow-minded assholes looking down at us, so I said, "The lady that just went into register owns a big chunk of this fucking hotel. If you want your job to continue past right now, you will treat everyone in this group with respect. They will return the favor. Got it?"
When he said, "We'll see. That bimbo can't do shit."
I motioned for everyone to sit tight and I went inside to the hotel. While Sue was checking us in I got the attention of another desk person and told him to get the manager. When he turned up his nose I said, "Look, make it easy on yourself, my name is Sharp, that lady over there has a maiden name of Phillips. Does that ring a bell?"
"I'm sorry, Sir. I'll get him right away." That's what I figured. If Ben was deep in this place, some of Sue's money was in it and a lot of ours. If it came out, Sue and I probably owned half of the place.
The manager came out and glad handed me, "How can I be of service Mr. Sharp. Steve Sharp, right?"
"Yes, come with me. Bring another bellhop, I have a job for him."
We went outside and I went up to the attendant. When he saw me he sneered and said, "So what are you going to do now, punk?"
The manager became apoplectic and the attendant suddenly realized he may be in trouble.
"Remove your uniform right now. Give your jacket, hat, and shirt to this man then go somewhere and take off the pants. If the manager can use you in the laundry room he can, but nowhere in public, and not with customers. Now get."
The guy was stupid, as he opened his mouth, he said, "You can't fire me, only that man can."
"I wasn't going to fire you, I was going to demote you for not showing respect. Everyone deserves respect. If they do not warrant that respect it will show up later. In your case, I've come to disrespect you a great deal and believe you have cost this hotel a great deal of money. You may disrobe and leave now. Go away, never come back."
The kid looked at the manager with a question on his face and the manager said, "Please do as Mr. Sharp suggests. He is the majority owner."
I laughed, "Shoot, I didn't know that."
The kid now looked worried and said as he left, "I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't know."
I said to the man, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that was your son. Hope he learns to show more respect to everyone."
The man smiled and said, "It is a problem. Some of the staff look down on those who ride. They don't say too much when I ride my Deuce to work though. My son should ride. He would learn respect a little faster."
The man shook hands all around and said he would have a tub of iced-down beer delivered to our suite. He then directed the bellboy he brought out to be the valet attendant. Give these folks tags for their bikes and direct them to where I park my bike. They will be fine there.
Sue came out and asked what the turmoil was about. Bear said, "Mr. Sharp just fired one of your employees that turned out to be the manager's son."
"Huh? One of our employees? Manager's son?" Sue asked.
"Seems your Dad is investing our money in hotels. The guy said we are majority owners here."
"Damn, I'm going back in and get the whole top floor," Sue said, and started back in.
"No, don't do that, they can sell all the rooms twice during this week. Let's be thankful we were able to pull this out of our hat. Take our stuff up to the room and we'll meet up there. Which one is it?"
"Just go to the top floor and they said the door is straight ahead."
We rumbled though the parking garage and parked our bikes next to a fairly new Deuce. We walked back to the lobby and rode the elevator to the top, where we walked to a set of double doors that were left partially open.
"Holy shit," Bear said. "This is class. Damn, I wish we had all taken vacation so we could stay up here the entire week. Man this is nice."
There looked to be four bedrooms off the main room and there were three large couches that probably folded out. That would sleep seven couples or distinctive groups. That should take care of us. If necessary, two couples could double up. They might anyway.
"Okay, first things first. It's nice outside, so lets put our swimsuits on and go stroll the beach."
Sue said, "We didn't bring swimsuits?"
"Then let's go buy some. Come on, I'm flush with cash I won in Monte Carlo, so I'm buyin.' Let's go get some sexy swimsuits for you ladies."
We went to the lobby where I asked if they had any swimwear in their shop. When they said yes, we headed straight there. I told the guys, "Get some trunks and we'll go upstairs and let the women do their thing. There is beer up there waiting for us, come on."
It took us five minutes to find our sizes in some obnoxious colored swim shorts and pay for them, so we left Sue and the girls with the directive, "Less is better." I gave Sue two grand in cash and left them to have fun.
It was almost an hour, and three beers later, before the ladies returned. They were decked out in swimsuit cover-ups, big hats, with a bunch of beach towels and carrying their clothes. Sue said she had stopped and reserved some umbrellas and beach chairs so we needed to get out there.
On the way through the lobby, I bought a dozen huge bags of chips and pretzels. I asked the lobby concierge to see if he could get some refreshments out to us, while handing him a hundred. Whatever he could get, along with some Diet Coke. He asked me if we preferred domestic or imported. My comment was, "Anything cold will be good."
When the girls took off their cover-ups, they all displayed some of the skimpiest swimsuits I've ever seen. There was barely enough cloth to cover the pubic area and hardly anything over the nipples. Sue and Juanita looked really obnoxious. They might as well have been nude. We all went to the water to discover the Atlantic still thought it was winter. We went right back to the beach chairs, where two guys were hauling down a big cooler for us. The one guy said, "Stay right in this roped off area with your beer. The cops won't say anything to you as long as you're in the hotel's area. Tell the girls to keep their tops on as the locals are all becoming God cops lately and are trying to better our morals. Shit, wild women are half the fun of bike week and spring break."
I gave the two a fifty and told them to split it. We slicked up with some sun screen and enjoyed the sun, drank some beer, and ate snacks. We had been out about an hour when the two guys came out with two huge trays of shrimp cocktail, small sandwiches, and a bunch of shucked clams and oysters. "Compliments of the management," they said, and set up some tables for us to get at the goodies.
We ate everything they had brought then decided that we had enough sun for the day. The girls had drawn a huge crowd of guys that stayed just outside of the roped hotel area. Since us guys with the girls looked a little rough around the edges, we didn't have any interlopers trying to make time with our sexy women. Besides, they couldn't have seen anymore if they were nude. The cops kept coming by to make sure the girls didn't take off their tops. They didn't need to, the only thing the tops covered were the nipples, and in two cases, not all of them.
I waved at the bellhops to come pick up the stuff, handing them another fifty on the way by, and thanking them for the attention. We went up and used the three big bathrooms in the suite to shower off the sand and lotion, then redressed in the clothes we rode up in.
The first place we went to was Froggy's. It was the closest and served more than beer. Four women drank more Diet Coke, while the rest of us sucked up all the booze we could without getting shit-faced. The crowd was getting fired up. This was the first Saturday night of Bike week so it was expected.
We walked up the motorcycle-lined streets all the way up the hill to the Boot Heel Saloon. The place was jammed, wall to wall. Bear cleared a way through for us, and we got the attention of a waitress by waving a C-note. We had drinks in hand, standing below the high raised stage where continuous wet T-shirt contests were being held.
The crowd was fun, but the deafening music and crowd noise had its effect on us, so we edged our way out of the crazy place. We decided to check out the various bike displays up and down the streets while we enjoyed the ambience of thousands of bikers gathered to pay homage to some nuts racing two hundred mile an hour rice rockets on the track on the other side of the inter-coastal.
We decided we wanted to tour some of the bars in Daytona again, so we walked down to the hotel and advised the valet attendant we were going to go out for a while. We rode to the "downtown" area where the original Daytona Harley dealer was open twenty-four hours during bike week. It was amazing to watch people from off the street come and buy anything available for cash. I don't think there was a late model Harley un-purchased within a hundred miles.
Hap suggested we ride out toward Ormond Beach to go to the Deadwood and the Iron Horse out there. Bear looked at me and knew where we were headed. I gestured as if putting on a vest, and he nodded. We did go to the Deadwood, but we swerved off the thoroughfare and headed down a blacktop road. We stopped briefly while Hap and Bear put on their colors and went to the gate. Hap left his bike outside with us and went inside to ask permission to bring some strangers in. Minutes later, the gates were swung open and Hap led us in to park under the VIP sign.
An older guy with a huge gray beard came up to me and asked, "Steve Sharp?"
When I nodded, he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a sincere hug. He stepped back and said, "That's for watching our backs and for being a true friend. Why aren't you a brother anyway? Doesn't Hap have enough pussy to get you into his group? Oh yeah, it isn't his anymore is it. Anyway, glad to have you visit us. You are always welcome in our house. Come often, stay late, eat our food, play with our wenches, drink our booze, but come often."
Hap then came up and said, "Steve, this is Barney, Senior Club Prez here for Jesus probably fifteen or twenty years."
Big Barney swatted at Hap as Hap commented, "This is the man that I always tried to emulate while I was chapter Prez in Tampa. There is none better."
Barney said, "Come on, we've been without a beer for at least twenty minutes. Let's fix that."
As my group, including Bear, followed me as I walked with Barney, I realized the man received more respect than most U.S. presidents ever did. He didn't have to prove himself anymore. He had accomplished that many years ago.
Girls wearing property of vests ran to get us all beer and to get the girls folding chairs. This club had the welcome mat out big time. Hap was smiling and happy as he had Marge with him while chatting with Barney.
They had some chapter entertainment. First was a wrestling match between a couple of prospects. They did it like old fashioned wrestling. Whoever was pinned for a count of three, three times, won the match. When a guy finally won, he was handed a vest with his colors already sewn on. He was a member without prospecting any longer, and he didn't have to walk the line. Pretty good prize for a guy that wanted to be in the club.
Next was a giant wading pool filled with Jell-o. Two girls who took off their "property of" vests, climbed into the pool and began wrestling. The obvious goal was to throw the opponent out of the pool. After fifteen minutes both girls were worn out, and now nude, as they had pulled each other's clothes off.
Barney stood up and said, "Should we give the two thumbs up or down. What should we do with them?"
The crowd began to chant "Eat, eat, eat, eat!"
Barney went to the Jell-o pit and said simply, "Eat."
The two locked into a sixty-nine worthy of the best porno ever filmed. They were all over each other, obviously making each other come over and over, until finally they just fell apart.
Barney again stood next to the pit and asked, "Should we keep these two wenches?"
The crowd hollered, "Yeah!" loudly.
Barney then said, "Then what am I bid for this Jell-O covered tart with the, ah, what is it, oh yeah, blonde hair."
He actually auctioned her off.
Then he did the same with a dark-eyed, dark-skinned Latino. I thought Sue and Juanita were going to go get her for a toy, but Bear and I held them back. She was cute, but I had all of the dark-eyed, dark-skinned beauty I needed.
We applauded the guy that won the dark-skinned beauty as he laid her back on a picnic table and ate her out like a porn star, then fucked her till she was screaming right in front of everyone. Of course, he was applauded and cheered loudly. Bikers do have fun.
We said goodnight to our hosts and headed back toward Daytona Beach. We went straight to the parking area, then trouped through the lobby. The concierge stopped us and said, "Please, go into the lounge for a late supper. We have a surprise for you."
They had a long table set up and had us sit down. They made the mistake of saying, "What would you like a drink?" As we were being served drinks, they brought small dinner salads, followed by a standing rib roast, and began serving generous portions to everyone. They also had some squash and broccoli, along with some garlic mashed potatoes.
After we were all full, but not totally stuffed, the manager on duty came and had us all served some very nice brandy. The four pregnant girls were served a very small glass, but they were able to taste how good it was. I thanked the manager and handed him some hundreds and told him to share the tips between the waitstaff.
Upstairs, there again was a freshly filled tub of beer that Bear, Hap, Charlie, Jim, Hank, Margie, and Juanita immediately pulled a frosty bottle from. I joined them, saying this is the spoils of the hunt, my friends. Enjoy.
Sue said, we need to go out to the pool and swim a little to settle that great meal.
"Okay, Mistress Sue has spoken, on with the suits and off to the pool. We need to work off some of that great meal."
I did call the desk and advise them we were taking over the pool for a while. The guy only said, "Please don't drown, the manager would never forgive us."
As soon as everyone hit the very well heated pool, I knew that if there was a morals clause to ownership, we were going to forfeit this place. Minutes after we were in the pool, there were very few swimsuits except those tossed up on the side. Thank goodness the hotel personnel had enough sense to turn off all the lights in the pool area, making the area totally dark.
Soon there were moans and groans as some new territory was being explored. I fooled with Sue, then Mercy, then Juanita, but when I went to find Sue again, I became dick deep in Crystal till she was screaming, then who should be under me but Margie. She was a good fuck. No wonder Hap was so happy. Then I was loving Debbie, and she was kissing and loving on me very nicely. Hannah said she would love to have a mouthful, but thanked me for some deep-dicking anyway. Then there was my wild redhead, Shawna. She dragged me up by the hair and said, "Eat." She is so bad. I did eat her very soggy pussy, then fucked her till she couldn't move. I rolled over on my back to have Sue plant her now very fragrant and juicy pussy on my face while Mercy rode my dick. I was sure Mercy was getting off when there was a scuffle on my dick and another pussy claimed it. Sue rose off my face long enough for me to see Crystal grinning at me as she posted on my swollen member. Mercy then dropped her also juiciness on my mouth and squirmed all over me. Finally I had to come. I lifted Mercy off me then pushed the big Crystal onto her back and began banging away. When she screamed and fell silent, I found Juanita and she hugged me to her and kept saying, "Come in me, come in me, make me a baby, do me, Senor, fuck me."
That did it, I began coming wonderfully, but someone pushed me off Juanita, rolling me over then locking their mouth onto my dick. Hannah had captured the remaining shots that my body loosed in orgasm. Sue and Mercy gave me soft sweet kisses, then we all got in the pool to rinse off some of the sex that permeated our bodies.
Our girl couples stayed apart from our orgy. Sandy and Mandy were having a great time being voyeurs while Mickey and Samantha were in states of shock at the combinations the group presented.
Surprisingly, we had not drawn a crowd. I wonder if hotel security was watching out for us or them or something.
Upstairs we showered then crashed. I had had way too much to drink, plus a huge late supper and even some strenuous sex. I made love to my three beauties one more time, releasing into my sweet Sue.