My My Little Prince Page 12

  Sherine put the phone in her lap while she struggled to open the gum. Once back in her ear again she heard Michelle say, “We are going to Dirt Bags and get drunk, meet us there.”

  Sherine said, “OK! Sounds great!” and she clicked the stop button on her I-phone and threw it in her bag. She tossed both on the floor board and grabbed a Big Gulp from the too small cup holder and slowly wiped it across her sweaty brow.

  The light changed and she sped through, slurping thirstily at her 'suicide’ as she called it; a mixture of Coca-Cola, Orange Fanta and Sprite topped off with Lemon Slurpee. She quickly dropped the huge plastic cup back between her legs and pinched her nose between her eyes trying to ward off the head-freeze. Too late, her eyes watered as she waited it out and tried breathing over the roof of her mouth. She shook her head laughing at herself but raised the cup and took another slurp.

  Fifteen minutes later she arrived at Dirt Bags apartment near the Cocoa Beach Pier. He lived in a small apartment, but it was within walking distance to the pier and only about four blocks from A1A.

  “Congratulations Sherine,” Dirt Bag said as she entered the apartment. She could tell he was already about half in the bag as he gave her a big hug. It was not the kind most would give a stranger or your sister. No, it was a grinder, like he was saying “it’s time for us to have sex.” Sherine wasn’t surprised.

  Dirt Bag is a typical biker; more on the fat-tire side than the bicycle racer. He had lots of tattoos, a beard and some rotten teeth. When he smiled he looked terrible, so he did not smile much. Sherine thought “maybe someday, but not tonight!” That thought stuck with her most of the evening. She truly liked Dirt Bag and cared for him as he always had her.

  Anyway, the devil had destroyed any real love or security she could have for men, at least that is what she found herself thinking most of the time let alone any sexual desire she might have for men. “But,” she thought, “with Michelle, my protector … my mentor, it’s so nice because Michelle ... well, she’s my Michelle. That says it all. No sharing, except with Spinner and he shares too! Yes, it’s totally different.” And with Spinner, when he touched her, she liked it. But it was only when Michelle was watching or touching too. If he touched her without Michelle there it was a different story.

  “Let’s get drunk and make a pile,” Dirt Bag yelled as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a few icy Coronas. “He handed Sherine her beer and smiled pointing to some fresh limes on the counter.”

  Michelle told him to stop smiling or fix those fucking rotten teeth. Immediately he stopped smiling and told Michelle to fuck off. Sherine felt sorry for him, but Michelle was right. His teeth were really bad.

  She could not help wondering why she thought that she might like to have sex with Dirt Bag. She thought about it as the night progressed and as she did she felt her crotch getting warmer and warmer. Lately the only time that has ever happened is when she watched Michelle and Spinner make love. This was the first time she thought that she wanted to make love with anyone and she did not have to share her man with anyone, not even Michelle.

  Sherine told herself that she hated all men and yet, here she was; wanting to screw Dirt bag. She kept asking herself, “What is going on?” She told Michelle what she felt and Michelle said, “then do it. What the fuck, it would be good for you. You need to have someone that you trust to screw at times.”

  Dirt Bag kept yelling, “Let’s party and all end up in a pile.” Everyone laughed and clinked bottles.

  Michelle had on a short skirt made of very thin material. Both it and her top were almost see-through and she blessed them with no visible panties or bra. She made it a point to whisper it into Spinner’s ear. He grinned and pulled her down to him. They drank beer after beer and he constantly reached under her skirt just to watch her squirm. At one point he whooped, “I love this lady!”

  It was getting late and everyone had drank a lot. Dirt Bag had put the tequila on the table and dared Michelle to ¨knock down a few¨. They ate a dinner of Papa John’s Pizza which Sherine had re-heated in the dirty oven. They were all drinking more than normal and Sherine began having an argument in her head between her happy and sad sides.

  When no one was looking she went into the back bathroom. She quickly stripped off her clothes and stood there admiring herself in the big vanity mirror; I am beautiful she told herself as she waved her head to see her long beautiful blonde hair swirl back and forth. She listened outside the door for a second then she took off her panties and bra too. She swayed slightly in the mirror and steadied herself with a hand on the vanity. She slowly brought her hand up her thigh and crossed her taut belly, settling on her pouty left nipple. She raised a forefinger to her lips and wetted it, returning it to her nipple. She shuddered and pinched a little harder. She was ready. She was going to screw Dirt Bag. “I’m ready. I can love. I know I can. I can feel his hands on me already!” she thought. “My heart is racing. I trust Dirt Bag.”

  Her happy side said, “go and get him girl,” but her sad side was saying, “you hate men, they are the enemy, they will leave you like a piece of used garbage. If you screw him you will remember the devil and destroy the wall of protection you have built, you idiot, you slut, you worthless piece of garbage.”

  She spent what seemed to be an eternity in the bathroom, her battle of her happy and sad inner emotions never letting up. When she finally opened the door, she found dirt Bag passed out on the floor and Michelle and Spinner stumbling to the door.

  “Come on Sherine,” Michelle laughed, “where the hell have you been? We thought you walked home or to the pier or something. Ha! We actually forgot about you for a while there! We’ve been doing shots and we all fucking just lost it man!”

  Michelle was giggling and trying to put her shoes on the wrong foot. Sherine watched her and said, “what are you doing, you drunk Bitch?”

  Michelle dropped the shoe and turned drunkenly. She smiled and said, “I love you Bitch!” She somehow managed to stumble to an erect posture and loudly slurred, “come on Sherine we need to get back before it’s ... too late ... ” and then she hit the floor with loud thump.

  The next morning when Sherine woke, it was to Michelle saying, “Come on Sherine pack for three nights. It´s past eight and if you remember I told you that Spinner wanted to buy a new bike.” She tugged on Sherine’s arm. “Come on get up. Let´s go.”

  “Ok, 0k, I´m up. Where are we going?”

  “What do you care?” Michelle said, “Just get your butt up and let´s go.”

  When she finally got up and was dressed and ready she opened the front door. The sun fought with the clouds of her irises but she was eventually able to focus on Spinner, Michelle, and Dirt Bag on their bikes waiting for her.

  “Come on Sherine, we’re gonna be late! Get your skinny butt on Dirt Bag's bike and let’s go!” Michelle wrapped her arms around Spinner's belly and settled her soles of her feet on the pegs. “Let´s go!”

  Sherine climbed up behind Dirt Bag noticing that he actually smelled really good. “Ok, I´m ready, but shit! Sorry, but I need to Pee first! Hold on fuckers! The bike will wait.” She climbed back off the bike and squatted down right where she was and pulled her skirt up over her knees. She looked up at the three of them looking at her like she was crazy and said, “Ahhh, now I am ready!”

  Michelle told Spinner and Dirt Bag, “That my friends, is my little sister ... just as screwed up as me!”

  Michelle and Spinner roared off immediately, but Dirt Bag patiently waited for Sherine to get secured on the bike. He pulled out slowly but accelerated quickly once they were fully in the street. They rode in silence until they had made it to the intersection of A1A and had slowed for the stop at the traffic light there, Dirt Bag turned back and said, “Hey, I´m sorry for all that shit last night. I guess I had too much to drink. I am really sorry.”

  She punched him tenderly on his back and said, “You should be, you drank all the tequila without me!” They both laughed but Sherine was
thinking, “you idiot! I was going to screw you. You should be sorry!”

  Dirt Bag tried to turn his head so he could see her but couldn’t manage it. He had a herniated disc in his neck from an old motorcycle accident and it always bothered him. He quit trying to face her and said, “Michelle and Spinner told me that there is a big three day bike rally starting today in Deltona. All the brothers will be there and many other colors, do you want to go?”

  “Fuck yes, Dirt Bag, I am with you all the way!” Dirt Bag nodded happily as he dropped the bike into first gear and smoothly started through the intersection. Sherine thought, “this will be the first really big rally I’ve ever been to. So many colors, how cool is that?”

  She leaned forward pressing her breasts against Dirt Bag’s broad back and lifted herself off the seat a bit. The noise from the screaming wind and the growl of the big 1800cc motor was almost deafening but she placed her mouth right at his ear, “will you take me,” She asked.

  “Of course!” he yelled back pressing into her chest. He said, “I´m here to protect you!” And, after only the briefest pause, “I´m yours if you want me!”

  “Ok then, if you are taking me and I can count on you to protect me, then I will go.” He punched the air with his left hand and then he slapped the shiny black gas cap. “Yee-haw,” he yelled and twisted the throttle back a notch or two, rapidly gaining on Michelle and Spinner.

  After driving nearly an hour to the West of Melbourne they arrived at a dumpy house in the middle of West Melbourne’s swamp land. They were there to see what Spinner called a ‘rag bike’. “Good name for it” she thought. It was the ugliest bike she had ever seen and Spinner got pissed at the guy for lying to him on the phone. He had been told that the bike looked ugly, but that it was mechanically perfect.

  It was not. It was a piece of junk through and through. Spinner got so pissed at the guy that he almost punched him, but Dirt Bag grabbed his hand and calmed the tension. “Whoa bro’, don’t get crazy! We got a long week ahead of us!”

  Spinner just shook his head and pointed to the skinny fucker, “You got lucky ass-wipe!” and they all turned and left.

  Later that night, after they had checked into a cheap motel just a few miles outside of Deltona, Sherine heard Michelle and Spinner arguing about money. She could hear her say, ¨You don´t work, you smoke pot and drink all day, how am I fucking supposed to pay the rent? And, you want to buy another bike!”

  Spinner screamed, “You idiot, that bike was going to be an investment! Let’s see you get your ass out there and figure a way to pay the rent!

  “Okay mother fucker. I will!” Michelle screamed back.

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  Sherine went outside her grungy motel room to drink a few beers in preparation for the big rally event. There were a dozen or so bikes in the lot and many of the motel room doors were open; people were free to come and go as they pleased. The atmosphere and mood was festive and music blared from several locations at once. She was thinking about how great this was going to be. After all, Dirt Bag was taking her and nobody would mess with him; he was big bad and ugly. She smiled at that thought

  Her sad side told her that there was something wrong. So, she worked hard and was able to shut out her sad side. Was it her imagination or was she slowly getting better at that? This time she knew everything was great and nothing would interfere with that; not even her sad side.

  But, just for a moment, she felt the familiar black wall of sadness, insecurity and nervousness come over her. She heard Spinner yell at Michelle about his work and that they never had any money. Then she shut it all out again. Her happy side told her that they are her protection and that once they get to the rally everyone would be happy; drinking, smoking and enjoying the festivities.

  Finally Spinner and Michelle got over their fighting and both came out to see Sherine downing her third beer. They looked at each other and then downed at the beers both of them had clutched in their hands and laughed. Spinner said, “Are you about ready?”

  Sherine looked at Spinner and said, “No, but I will be after a few more of these Coronas.”

  He laughed and said, “Ok, but be sure you can hang on.”

  “To what?” Sherine said with a smile, “your dick?” He looked at her with surprise thinking, “Man, she is nuts! Up one moment and full of fun and then as fragile as a baby kitten. I will never know how to handle her.”

  Sherine smiled and said, “Come on, I was just kidding, hold on to what?”

  Spinner said, “Dirt Bag!” He laughed. “Ya nut!”

  “Oh,” she said with a sheepish grin.

  Spinner turned back to the door to their room and yelled, “Come on Dirt Bag, let’s go.”

  After a slow leisurely slow ride where they stopped frequently to talk to acquaintances, they arrived in Deland. There were thousands of bikes and bikers there, and parties all over. Wild ladies were flashing their breasts when the cops weren’t looking. They were on every corner.

  There were scantily dressed ladies walking around with bumper stickers covering their breasts. ‘Look Twice - Save a Life’ was a popular refrain.

  There were bikes everywhere you looked ranging from rag bikes to bikes that had to cost over fifty grand.. It was exactly what Sherine had hoped; fun everywhere and she was ready to join in with full force.

  “Let the party begin!” Spinner said, as they got off his bike.

  Sherine was amazed at the sheer number of bikes and bikers. She wore a short skirt and a tight shirt, with no panties and no bra and she looked sexier than ever. She knew that every man there wanted her and probably most of the women wanted her too. Dirt Bag was a little concerned because he had wanted her to be with him. She told him that she was with him. She smiled and talked to any biker that even looked at her.

  She was taking sips from every drink that passed by her lips and pretending she was going to flash her breasts every time a biker would drive by screaming “show us your tits”. Her teasing drove them even wilder.

  Sherine was the queen, and everyone there were her pawns. If she wanted a beer - poof! - there was one in her hand! Whatever was there, she indulged. She drank beer, did some shots and smoked the best hydroponic pot ever grown. She was having the time of her life; no worries, no problems.

  “Michelle, walk with me,” she told her sister. She giggled and said, “I am getting pretty buzzed. I need you to be my security. I do not want to have to kill anyone here.”

  Michelle looked at her, trying to gauge if she was kidding or not.

  Stay with me,.”Sherine said again. Michelle shot her another hard look but decided she was just kidding. Sherine told Michelle that every man there wanted them and they needed to watch their backs. “It’s our job to tease all these bikers here! And if someone gets out of hand Spinner and Dirt Bag will take care of ‘em for us!”

  Michelle looked at Sherine and told her to relax. “I’ve got a plan for you baby, but you need to be awake; so slow down a little on all the booze and dope!”

  Sherine looked at Michelle with somewhat evil-happy smile and said, “A plan; cool. Does it include killing men? If so, I am there baby!”

  Michelle rolled her eyes and let that one slide. So there they were, strutting like a couple royal bitches in heat. It was true; every biker checked them out from head to toe. Sherine was determined to have fun and stop only when she wanted to. Skinner and Dirt Bag, following in the rear were watchful, but they were having their own fun too.

  Sherine told Michelle, “We are safe bitch” She was really beginning to slur her words and over enunciate. “We can do anything we want and we will be safe. We are the queens; short skirts and no panties! Yee-Ha!!!”

  At that moment one of the bikers grabbed Sherine and started to pin her on the wall just outside of the public bathrooms. Dirt Bag walked up and grabbed the biker’s arm as Michelle pushed Dirt Bag back. He started to protest but then Michelle got in the bikers face and whispered something in his ear. She patted him on the chest and s
aid, “so relax now ... the night is young baby.”

  The biker was a little confused, but he backed off and apologized for his behaviour and re-joined his buddies as they all slapped him on his back.

  Sherine felt good. Her two body guards had come through. She could be as wild as she wanted, tease every biker there and not worry about anything. She was finally safe.

  Michelle was protecting her again she thought. “I love her, man,” she told herself and that made her feel good because she knew Michelle was the only one in her life that truly loved her and would never hurt her. Dirt Bag came up and told her that he was always watching her back. He would always be there if she wanted him to be.

  After about a zillion beers, lots of primo smoke and way more shots of who knows what, Michelle told Sherine that it was time for them to go back to their motel room. The boys drove them back in only a few minutes and started to come inside with them but Michelle told them to go on. “You boys can continue having fun. Let me and Sher have some time to ourselves.”