Sex Piston (Biker Bitches) (9 page)

“I need some highlights and a sexy style. Something that makes me
look younger.” She again gave Sex Piston’s body a haughty perusal. “I have a date tonight,” she said with a smirk.

“That’s nice. Anyone I know?”

“I doubt it.”

Crazy Bitch opened her mouth
, but Sex Piston gave her a sharp look that silenced her friend. Allison wasn’t acting any differently than she had acted since they had gone to school together. She had long ago learned to ignore the cruel jibes she sent her way.

Sex Piston ran her fingers through
the woman’s dull looking hair, which was in desperate need of highlights to hide the mouse brown color. Sex Piston walked in front of the chair and leaned back against her workstation.

“How’s your daughter doing?”

Sex Piston’s change of subject had an irritated frown appearing on Allison’s overly made up face. She had wanted to brag about her upcoming date and then eventually drop the name of the man she was going out with tonight. Allison had always wanted attention, no matter how she accomplished her goal.

“Fine.”

“I saw her the other day when I was picking up a friend’s kids from school. She takes after you, Allison. She was trying to beat the shit out of a kid that’s a couple of years younger than her.”

Her hand waved airily. “Girls are always having disagreements with each other. You know that
, Sex Piston.”

“Yes
, I do. And I know that if Brittany takes after you, then she’s a fucking bitch.” Sex Piston dropped her polite tone.

Allison stiffened in her chair
, glaring at Sex Piston. “If Brittany was fighting with someone, then I’m sure she had a good reason.”

“I bet the reason has a dick
that wouldn’t give her the time of day.”

Allison started to get out of the chair at Sex Piston’s insult then stopped
, sitting back down. “Sex Piston, I’ll talk to her about her behavior. We were friends once, Norma. Maybe we could have lunch sometime, become friends again.” Allison’s sickeningly sweet voice was as fake as her tits.

“Allison
, you can’t fix what’s already broken, you should know that. You were an ugly bitch when you were younger and you’re still an ugly bitch. Now you need to get your ass out of my chair and get the hell out of my shop before I take my scissors to that straw you call hair.”

“But I have a date tonight
,” she argued, unbelieving that Sex Piston was throwing her out, “with the football coach from Treepoint.”

“Cut and Shop is up the block
; I’m sure they have plenty of openings.” Sex Piston picked up her scissors.

Allison paled as she rose from the chair
, turning toward the door.

“And you better tell Brittany
that if she so much as looks at Keri and Meri, me and my crew are going to pay you a visit at Boutique Bags.”

Allison rushed to the door as Sex Piston took a step toward her with the scissors
, brushing past Killyama, dressed in black leather. Allison gave a squeak of fear before rushing out of the salon.

Crazy Bitch started laughing at the woman as her car tore out of the parking lot.

“I take it you had a talk with her,” Killyama said, going to the soda machine. She reached under the flap, trying to snag herself a free drink after working the mechanism for a few minutes. With her orange soda in hand, she took a seat at one of the empty chairs.

Sex Piston nodded her head. “What are you doing here so early?”

Killyama shrugged. “I took a look in your appointment book to see
her
next appointment; thought I would have a talk with her. I should have known you would beat me to it,” she said glumly before taking a drink of her soda.

Crazy Bitch finished Mrs. Graver
, taking the cape off. Sex Piston walked her happy customer to the door after the woman gave her a generous tip.

“Sorry about the show
,” Sex Piston apologized, not really meaning it, but figured she better say something if she wanted to stay in business.

“Don’t be
. I enjoyed every minute of it,” the older woman said in amusement. “See you next week.” The door closed behind her, leaving Sex Piston with no doubts that she would recount the entire confrontation to the group of women she was meeting for lunch.

“You put the fear of God in her?” Killyama asked
, using her foot to swing the revolving chair.

“No
. I put the fear of my foot up her ass in her,” Sex Piston responded. Her two friends laughed together.

Sex Piston felt the caring she had for her friends surround her in warmth. They had been friends since seventh grade and she shared a closer relationship with them than she did her own sister
, Diamond.

She had change
d a lot from that scared girl, but one thing she never took for granted was their friendship. No man could possibly be more loyal or protective of her than they were. Her mind shied away from the picture of Stud and his reminder to think about him today. No, Stud could never live up to the standard her crew had set, no man could.

Chapter Eleven

“Where’s she at? I’m hungry,” Fat Louise complained.

“Then order
,” Sex Piston told her, taking a drink of her ice water. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she saw that Beth was ten minutes late.

J
ust as she was about to give in to her own hunger and order, she saw Beth and Lily walk through the diner door, frustration evident on both of their faces.

“I’m sorry. It took longer finishing up with one of my patients.” Her friend
, who was exactly opposite of what someone would call a biker babe, was married to one of the members of The Last Riders’ motorcycle club. They had met when she had gone to visit her sister at a college near Jamestown.

“No problem
,” she said, ignoring the tart looks from Killyama, Crazy Bitch and Fat Louise. T.A. had volunteered to give Fat Louise a break from Star so that she could join the girls for their monthly lunch.

The waitress
, familiar with the group and seeing that everyone was there, came to take their orders. Beth blew her hair out of her face before finally relaxing back in her chair when she left.

“Why don’t you come by the shop next week and I’ll trim your hair for you?” Sex Piston offered.

“You know why. Razer doesn’t trust you near me with scissors in your hand,” Beth said with a grin.

Sex Piston couldn’t blame the badass biker
. Beth’s hair was flaxen blond and smooth as silk. Her friend was beautiful and so was her sister, Lily, who was as dark as her sister was light, both in hair color and personality.

“So what have you been up to this week?” Beth asked.

“Nothing. Same old boring shit. Cuts and perms for the spring dance next week and everyone calling to make appointments ahead of time for prom. I always book up two months ahead,” Sex Piston said, casually studying the two sisters.

“I bet since you’re basically the best hairdresser in the state.”

Sex Piston refused to let pride in Beth’s compliment show on her face. Instead, she decided to be nosy and find out why Lily was looking depressed as if someone had hid her favorite vibrator.

“What’s got your panties tied in a knot?” she asked Lily.

“I get out for summer in May and I’m tired of looking for a summer job. Beth and Razer refuse to let me work at the factory for extra money,” Lily complained.

“Why not?” Sex Piston asked Beth.

Beth’s husband’s club owned a factory that produced and packaged survival equipment and supplies to disaster areas and doomsday preppers. It had been a lucrative business for the The Last Riders and Treepoint, the small town that it was located in, which was next to Jamestown.

“I don’t know. Beth is constantly talking about them needing more factory workers to keep up with the demand
,” Lily said, casting her sister a pleading glance.

Beth didn’t look back at her sister. Sex Piston noticed
, feeling the strain between the two sisters, which was unusual as they were very close, unlike her and Diamond.

“I told you
; it’s not fair to take away a part time job from someone in the community that needs it. I can give you a raise in your allowance if you need it.” Beth’s compromise sounded good to Sex Piston. Free money always sounded better than working your ass off for nothing.

“I don’t want you to keep handing me money when I’m more than able to work and earn it for myself. I have a job for spring break that starts next week
, but it’s only a short internship following a social worker for class credit. It doesn’t pay anything, but I get credit towards work in my field of study,” Lily explained.

“How much longer before you’re out of school?” Crazy Bitch asked
, taking her hamburger and fries from the waitress.

“Next year. I’m almost done. I actually get to graduate in December because I took so many
internet classes over the last two summers,” Lily said happily. “In the fall, I’ll begin putting my applications in for a social worker in different states until I hopefully get a job. I want to work in Treepoint until I get a job out west. I have put my application in several cities in Arizona and Texas.”

Sex Piston looked at her in surprise. “I wouldn’t think that you would want to be that far away from your sister.”

“Don’t ask,” Beth warned, taking a bite of her salad.

“Why?” Sex Piston asked
anyway, seeing the amusement on Beth’s face.

“I’m not embarrassed
,” Lily confided to the women at the table. “I want to meet some cowboys. Since they obviously are not going to be coming to Kentucky then I have to go to them.”

Sex Piston and her crew just stared at Lily. If the girl wanted a cowboy
, all she had to do was put a picture of herself on the internet and there would be a fucking stampede to Kentucky to meet the beautiful girl.

“I know a cowboy
,” Fat Louise said, a fry dripping ketchup poised in midair.

“No
, you don’t,” Killyama argued.

“Yes
, I do, and so do you,” she corrected, popping the fry in her mouth.

“I would fucking know if we knew a cowboy
,” Killyama stated, looking at Fat Louise like she had lost her mind.

“Pike is from Arizona. He has a cowboy hat he wears sometimes and he has
even done some rodeos. That makes him a cowboy, doesn’t it?” Fat Louise asked, trying to steal a pickle off Crazy Bitch’s plate, but receiving a smack on her hand instead.

“Yes
, it does,” Lily answered her. “Who’s Pike?” She didn’t even try to hide the eagerness in her voice.

Beth choked on her salad
, and Killyama smacked her on her back several times until Beth managed to shift away. “Thanks, I’m fine now.”

Sex Piston wondered at the wary look on Beth’s face
, but before she could question her, the diner door opened and Razer, Shade and Rider entered the restaurant.

Sex Piston watched as the hottie biker leaned down
to kiss his wife in greeting.

“Got anything left?” he teased
, looking down at her empty plate.

“No, you’ll have to order your own.”
The men grabbed some chairs and pulled them up to the table, giving Crazy Bitch and Killyama’s side of the table a wide berth.

Razer sat down next to his wife
, placing his arm over the back of her chair. Shade maneuvered his chair between Beth and Lily’s, and Rider sat down next to her.

Killyama looked unhappy with the seating arrangement. She took turns alternating between pursuing Shade and Rider
. Both men, Sex Piston secretly believed, were afraid of her misunderstood friend.

“What you been up to
, Shade?” Killyama’s usually abrasive tone turned seductive.

He didn’t take off his sunglasses
, but his head turned in her direction. It was Saturday, and Sex Piston wondered if he was feeling the after affects of their Friday night fuckfest that The Last Riders participated in weekly if not nightly, from what Beth had confided when she had broke up with Razer before they had gotten married.

“Nothing much
,” he responded, ordering himself a coffee from the hovering waitress. Razer and Rider both ordered burgers and fries.

“Not hungry
, Shade?” Sex Piston asked.

“No. I already ate
,” he said with an expression that dared her to question him further.

Beth and Crazy Bitch talked about her getting her GED and starting
beauty school during the summer. Crazy Bitch had begun helping Sex Piston around her shop, discovering she liked working in a beauty shop. Sex Piston had offered her a job and had agreed to pay her tuition so that she could become a beautician.

“
You going to let me do Beth’s hair?” Crazy Bitch asked Razer.

“No.” Razer didn’t try to soften his answer. He was
wearing a bandana on his own head of long, dark hair.

“I’ll let you do mine
,” Lily offered, finishing her lunch.

“No.” Shade’s dark sunglasses landed
on Lily.

Lily turned to Shade with a stubborn look on her face. “If I want her to do my hair
, then she can do my hair. You don’t tell me what to do.”

“You still wanting that summer job?”
he asked in a soft voice. Sex Piston watched as Lily’s new found courage almost crumbled, but the girl didn’t break.

“Yes.” She stiffened
in her chair, staring defiantly back at Shade.

“Then she doesn’t touch your hair
,” Shade said. “It’s fine the way it is,” he supplied as an afterthought.

“She’s going to need someone to practice on and I was thinking of getting it cut anyway.” Damn
, the meek woman had finally grown up and put her big girl panties on. Sex Piston was impressed; the heavily tatted biker was a hard ass.

“Then think again.” Shade
’s hand went to hers on the table. Her delicate wrist wore no jewelry, but a red rubber band that the woman used to help with panic attacks. Placing his hand over her wrist, he turned more fully toward Lily, leaning into her space. He lifted his other hand to her black hair, twining a curl around his finger and pulling it taut.

“You want your hair cut? Don’t you know that men like long hair
, especially cowboys? I, on the other hand, think short hair is sexy.”

Lily
’s body leaned as far away from Shade as she could without falling out of her chair.

Sex
Piston decided it was time to step in before Beth and Lily both stroked out. Sex Piston had been around Lily very little, but she liked the young girl.

“I kind of agree with Shade
,” Sex Piston butted in. “Your hair is beautiful; leave it alone. It just needs a little trim. Stop by my shop during spring break and I’ll trim it for you.”

“Okay.”

Sex Piston felt Shade’s eyes on her as he released Lily’s hair, letting it slide from between his fingertips. Lily’s long hair suited her perfectly, surrounding her face in a dark, shiny mass, but she could trim it so that it had more of a style.

“I can give you a new look
, but not have to cut much off the length.” The girl needed to let Shade think he was getting his way while she still got what she wanted. Understanding dawned in Lily’s eyes.

“Do you think that you could introduce me to Pike while
I’m in Jamestown?”

Shade stiffened in his seat. “Who’s
Pike?” Shade’s satisfied look disappeared at Lily’s request.

“Someone that Sex Piston and Fat Louise know. They said he’s from Arizona
,” Lily said, waiting for Sex Piston’s answer.

Fat Louise started to answer
, but Sex Piston cut her off.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait until you move to Arizona to meet a cowboy, Lily. Pike has a girlfriend and I don’t think she would appreciate me introducing him to you.” Sex Piston tried to keep the worry out of her voice at the tension coming from Beth and The Last Riders.

Killyama straightened from her relaxed position, redirecting Shades attention to her. “When you going to give me a ride on that bike of yours, Shade?”

Shade
’s chair screeched as he slid it back from the table. “I’ll wait for you outside, Razer.”

Sex Piston watched as the furious bike
r left the restaurant after throwing a couple of bills down on the table.

“What ant crawled up his ass?” Crazy Bitch asked.

“Who gives a fuck? Rider, how about you?” Killyama asked, staring with grim intensity at the laid back biker. “I’ll even return the favor and give you a ride on mine.” The suggestive invitation left exactly what she was offering without question.

Rider looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. “I’m pretty busy at the factory.”

“I’m available anytime. Give me a call.” She leaned forward, her low-cut top showing the globes of her breasts.

“I think I’ll wait outside with Shade
,” he said, hastily getting to his feet and also throwing down some money before hightailing it out of the restaurant.

All the women’s eyes turned to Razer. “I think I’ll head on back home.” Leaving his half uneaten meal
, it was obvious the cowards were beating a hasty retreat. Razer pulled out his wallet, handing Beth the money to pay for her and Lily’s food.

“Don’t you want to treat us to lunch
, too, Razer?” Sex Piston taunted just to piss him off. Razer pulled out another twenty, giving his wife a kiss before his escape.

“Don’t we get one of those
, too, Razer? If you’re not up to the job, send Rider or Shade back in,” Crazy Bitch said.

Sex Piston had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing at the look of horror that came over his face at Crazy Bitch’s comment before he turned on his heel
, leaving his wife with a gleam of retribution in his eyes.