Chapter 4

HEADED WEST

I needed some time, and space, to get past this latest turn of events. Lori was a special woman and I had abused her. She would have done anything I asked, to please me, and I mishandled it. I opened the cuffs with my hide-away key, grabbed my gear, and left. I thought she and Steve looked happy together as I walked out the door.

My last true love was waiting for me in the garage, and the road was calling to me. My only plan consisted of "Get the fuck out of here." I strapped down my gear and pushed my bike down the drive. I didn't fire it up until I was well away from the house.

It felt great to be on my bike and I began to relax at once. It was late and there was almost no traffic, giving me the room to let my bike stretch out a little. I picked a direction and let the ponies run. The warm air rushed over me and I let go of anything that wasn't directly in front of me. I rushed toward the West and freedom. For the next ten hours, I was the wind.

Dawn found me tired and hungry and in West Texas. I had was dead tired and due for a pit stop. I pulled into a truckstop to fill my bike's tank and then drove across the parking lot to fill my own. I backed in next to a customized Harley and went inside. I spotted the gypsy and his woman, at once.

Jack was about my age and wore the leather chaps and jacket typical of serious bikers. Nikki, his bitch, wasn't wearing much of anything. She was a big chested blond wearing a leather mini skirt and halter top, both showed off her flesh in a way that made her look slutty. A typical looking biker chick. I liked it.

Jack waved me over inviting me to join them. I sat on the opposite side of their booth and introduced myself. Nikki was glad to have someone new to talk to and only stopped long enough to let me order. She asked questions, without waiting for an answer. It didn't seem she was interested in answers anyway, only talking.

Jack and I just listened while we ate. Nikki, it seemed, wasn't hungry. After the meal we smoked and listened some more. During one of the brief breaks Jack asked," Where are you headed?"

"Nowhere.", I replied.

Jack considered this for a moment, then suggested I ride along with them. There were some friends of his in the next town. It sounded like a friendly offer, so I told him I would meet him after I got some sleep.

"You can sleep when you're dead.", he said, "You look like you could make a short ride and we have a place there, just made for R & R."

He sounded sincere, and friendly, so I accepted. We paid up and left.

Outside, he told Nikki to ride with me. If we were separated, she could show me the way. She was just as happy to ride behind a total stranger as anyone. She was another open minded girl. But, what the hell, she was going to rub my back with those big tits all the way there, so we cranked up and left.

Nikki hung on tight as we glided away. She put her face into my back and didn't try to speak after we were moving. Jack set an easy pace and I followed, enjoying the warmth of his woman's tits.

After some time on the road Nikki began moving her ass. She was feeling the good vibrations chicks get when there isn't anything between their clits and an 1100cc vibrator. She hugged me tighter and got hotter as we rode.

Jack watched his mirrors and knew from experience what was happening. He continued to watch as Nikki slid her hands down to my crotch and fondled me at 60 mph. She moaned as she rubbed her tits into my back and came for two miles. I was ready to stop and fuck her right there on the center stripe. My hard-on was straining against my pants as she stroked me through the denim.

The ride wasn't over yet. Nikki squeezed my balls moments later as she was stricken with her second orgasm. This intermittent action went on all the way to our destination. Grabbing me as she peeked and stroking me while she rested.

Nikki must have cum a half dozen times before Jack turned off on a secondary road at the outskirts of a small town. She relaxed and hugged me as she sighed with relief. We soon pulled up to a sprawling, two story hacienda and parked in the rear among an assortment of cars, trucks, and bikes.

Jack dismounted and said," She can't help herself. She loves to ride. Come on in, I'll introduce you to some friends of mine."

Nikki stepped off with weak knees and went into his arms, kissing him as he squeezed her ass.

"I want to go far another ride... inside.", she said.

Upon entering the house I saw it was set up for the R&R Jack had promised. A pool table was cornered on two sides by overstuffed sofas. The opposite side of the spacious room held a well stocked wet bar.

Two men were playing pool, while a petite brunette sat nearby nursing a drink and looking uninterested. The men greeted us as friends, but eyed me cautiously as Jack led us to the bar and drew a round of cold, draft beer and offered me the stool next to his.

"This is Jim and the big guy here is David.", Jack said as I shook their hands. He omitted the brunette in the introductions.

David really was a big man. He stood flatfooted at about 6'8" and was built like a linebacker. I think he tried to break my hand, but released me when I didn't whine. He seemed to relax after the introduction, and went back to his game.

Jim said," Hello.", and went with his big friend. He wasn't as tall as David, but was just as solid looking. The pair struck me as having the potential to be trouble in an instant. As Jim bent over the table for a shot he exposed the butt of a handgun in the waistband of his pants.

"This is my home, and a home away from home.", Jack said. "It is a haven for long riders. You look like you might fit the bill."

"I've rode for a while and I could use a bed.", I said, holding back a yawn.

"Nikki, show our new friend upstairs to an empty room.", Jack instructed. He seemed to be accustomed to giving orders. Nikki responded quickly, taking my hand and leading me towards the stairs.

"Nikki.", Jack called to her, " Let the man sleep. Make sure he isn't disturbed."

Nikki smiled and bounced up the stairs in front of me. Her skirt was short enough, and her lead was long enough, to show me her neatly trimmed snatch as she led me to my room. I pretended I hadn't notice a thing when she turned at the top of the stairs to look back smiling.

We arrived at my door and she stood to one side allowing me to pass. She gave me a pat on the ass as I went by, and instructed me that I would be summoned for dinner.

As she was closing the door, on her way out, she said," Relax, Jack likes you, and that means it's a sure thing that nobody will bother you."

With that, she shut the door, leaving me alone in a strange room. I was used to that feeling, and had made living on the road a common practice. I stowed my gear under the single bed which in addition to the one nightstand was the only furniture in the room. There was no lock on the door. It didn't matter, it wouldn't have stopped the men I had seen even if it had one. They would simple smash the entire door to splinters before entering through the only exit. It seems there were no secrets among Jack's guests.

There was a bathroom, with no towels, but it did have a shower. I stripped out of my clothes and went to work on the past twenty-four hours of road dust. When I was done and stepped out I saw a fresh towel had been left on the bed.

My clothes had also been replaced with a clean robe and the bed was turned down. I checked my gear, and found it untouched. My wallet, cash, and the rest of my belongings were on the nightstand along with a note. It let me know my clothes were being washed and that there would be no more intrusions before I awoke.

My host had done everything to make me feel welcome and safe. I'm a suspicious person by trade and my instincts were telling me to relax. I knew if I was in danger, I would have been approached while I was in the shower, naked and most vulnerable. But, there I stood, naked, wet, unharmed, and feeling a little foolish.

I smiled at my own suspicious nature as I dried and cleaned my Colt .45 before sliding it under a pillow. I slid into bed right behind it. Even if Jack did like me, I'd still let the cold, steel friend I knew protect me.

Sleep came and my dreams were free to return me once more to the past. Men running from me, and towards me. None of them wanted to go to jail. Some of them didn't get the chance.

They are never forgotten. Some can be put out of the waking mind, but never disposed of completely. They come to me almost every night. Each ghost more real and violent than the last. Each man's memory lives on to question," Could it have been different?"

Sometimes a conscious can be a bitch.