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The Dirty Whites
🕑 Added 2019-12-08 02:44:54 +0000 UTCWell, sometimes you just have to. The money out exceeds the money in. I needed my horse's stomach pumped because he leaned on his fence until it broke beneath his weight, and he discovered the grain bin, and ate, and ate, until the grain expanded in its stomach to the point that he fell over, near gut explosion, and needed his stomach pumped... as a mother to a completely dependent being, what can you do? You do whatever the fuck it takes to save your baby. Whatever. My Darling baby boy, Addicus, "Great Eye of the Eagle " in ancient Greek, had broken out of his slavery quarters. He had located the hay and grain barn. He knocked over the grain bin, destroyed the lid, and ATE to his hearts content, which was his belly's demise.. The oats expanded in his stomach, churning and twisting his guts. He fell to the ground, groaning in confused remorse... a Vet was called.. on a Saturday night.. that's $$$extra$$$.. The vet tells me, "You've got cash for this?", "yeah, of course, thank you.." I reply in sighs. It's $1800. Everything i had saved towards rent, which was due in 3 days. And how does a gal make $1800 cash in 3 days?
And so I messaged whathisname with all the stripping gigs .. Perry! "Hello! Got any gigs lined up?!" Of course he did. "Tonight in Fairfield, for the 'Dirty Whites' initiation party. It's completely nude stripping. You good with that? Rougher crowd, but it pays more.." I can deal. "COUNT ME IN! What's the address?" And so the next evening, after a long day of Addicus loving and doting, I drive 2 hours to Fairfax. The address takes me to an old warehouse on the industrial part of town. I pull up to the block of warehouses and men are popping wheelies on their bikes and smoking whatever. Yup, I'm here. Im naked under a sheer dress, as requested. I park my little Toyota Echo, take about 50 deep breaths, clean out my whole car in nervous procrastination, and walk in alone. No one I know is there, not even there bouncer, Perry. I introduce myself, "Hello, I'm your entertainment this evening!" And everyone cheers. There are kids running around the big open warehouse, and lots of women amongst their burly motorcycle men. A bar lines one side of the warehouse. "I'm ready when you are!" Oh you sweet honey, we ain't even close.. says one of the wives, a little boy riding her leg as she limps towards me. She introduces me to her children and a couple other of the wives and their kids. She gathers them up and rounds everyone into a second, much smaller room with many pull-out kids futons, just like I used to sleep on at my parents shop. She asks the kids to lie down in a stern voice. They do, immediately. She asks the other women, "Sit." They do. Im all too aware of my nakedness around these kids. The women stay there, chatting about their men, and it's not sounding good.. I'm aware im out of place, but still I want to help them feel better somehow, before I start giving their husbands nude lap dances.. "You know, all this contrast you're experiencing is helping you detail your most desired life." But they're not into Esther Hicks BS. "LIFES A BITCH THEN YOU DIE" Cackles one of the hens. The others agree. "Fuckin Hopeless!" Another exclaims. Im not about to argue with these women who sport long claw like talons for fingernails.. The lead BZ gets a phone call. She says nothing just rolls her eyes and hangs up. She stares me up and down. "Ready Baby?". I'm baby. Im not ready. But I go. We leave the kids and March back to the warehouse of horny men and their big fat bikes.
Perry and Lana are there, which is a relief. Perry herds me into a concrete bathroom with a couple turned over buckets for seats. He says just get naked. "Like not even a thong?" I whimper. "YES, NAKED." He repeats it like im an idiot. Okay.. Lana and I undress and walk out into the warehouse wearing just our high heels. The DJ is surprisingly an older very conservative looking couple.. Luckily they play classic 70s rock, my favorite. Already, two men are seated on chairs on a rug laid over the concrete floor. The rest of the gang, maybe 100 people, are sitting in folding chairs lined up auditorium style around the "Stage". Lana hops on one guy's lap, so I do the same. It's kind of unsanitary because a lot of these guys are seriously dirty with grease stained pants and tshirts. So we get $20/ dance and we each do like 20 dances and the final dance is on the gang leader. His wife is sitting front row, watching straight faced, and I'm torn between doing a readily good job for him, and not offending his wife, who was so nice to me earlier.. I just go for it, and everyone is cheering. The crowd is throwing more cash at us and Lana grabs me and kisses my breasts. The guys are cheering and the gang leader we're dancing on together is grinning and spanks us both at once. When the song ends, everyone disperses and the wife stands up and makes a direct line to me, stil straight faced. She grabs me by my upper arm, her claw nails digging in. "Come with me", she states, as we're already walking towards the bar. I look around, but Perry and Lana are outside the roll up door, smoking and not paying attention. "SIT." She pulls out a stool at the bar dramatically. I sit. She walks behind the bar and the bar boys back off. She's definitely alpha here. "What'll ya drink?" She glares into my eyes. "Oh, no thanks, I actually don't like alcohol.." She rolls her eyes. "Did you hear me?" And I revise my answer to, "I like whiskey, no soda.. just a little." She grins slyly and gestures to one of the guys, "Get the Cobra Whiskey". He brings out a giant glass jar of brown liquid and sets it heavily on the bar. As my eyes adjust, I see there's an actual dead giant cobra coiled up in the jar.. "Pour her a shot". The boy does and slides it to me and doesn't look up. I smell it, and it's really strong.. "DRINK" She commands. I toss it back and it burns like hell all the way down. Totally awful. "AGAIN" noooo... but he pours it, and she says, "Drink. It." And I do. She smiles, and walks back around the bar, right up to me. She puts get claws on my knees and forcefully pulls apart my naked legs. She pushes herself up against me, standing between my open legs and starts making out with me. I pull back and she grabs my head from behind and kisses me again. A crowd had gathered around us of cheering, jeering men, including her husband. She's whispers in my ear, "You're coming home with us tonight. Whatever you need, money's not an object... He approved it.." Her husband steps forward grinning. She licks my ear and starts rubbing herself, in her tight super low cut jeans, against me. She reaches down to touch me "inappropriately". Im not into it, and the crowd is getting more excited. Suddenly one of the pledges, a cute one, in fact, pushes through the crowd and literally picks me up in his arms right off the bar stool. He announces to the shocked crowd, "I promised this girl she'd be home in time for her 6am interview!" And runs out of the warehouse carrying me to the parking lot. Perry and Lana turn their heads but aren't surprised and don't intervene. I point to my car and he runs to it and before he sets me down (I'm still naked mind you), he says, "I'm gonna get my ass beat for this. All I want is a date with you, a real date, and to take pictures of you naked on my bike". I immediately reply "Of course!" Though I knew I would never talk to him again since I had a boyfriend whom I loved, at the time. "One more thing.." He sets me down and leans against me, my back to my freezing cold car. "Can I get a goodnight kiss?" I'm feeling a little trapped and obligated, so I do quickly, and hop back into my car and drive down the street. I park and call Perry to come meet me and pay me and BRING MY DRESS! He and Lana show up later and hand me $480. Worth it.
Driving home I fall asleep at the wheel several times, the Cobra whiskey seems to be hallucinogenicly strong and the road is wobbly. I finally pull over on the Vallejo narrows, a stretch of two lane highway surrounded by water on both sides. I nap for a little while, get sick outside my car, and hop back in. Not 10 minutes later im passing out again. I pull over, nap again, and repeat, by the time im home, it's 6am.
Comments
Jason
Holy shit, I'm glad you actually lived through that experience! It's no telling what was in that liquor. Plus, what that woman did you you was absolutely horrible. I'm so sorry that happened.
Jose Castillo
You have had better adventures than Indiana Jones
veronica chang
Fucking bikers have no boundaries but yay you got paid 😉💜💚. Veronica
