Cole
AS PART OF my reward for getting patched, the guys brought me to an upscale gentleman’s club in downtown Jensen called Goddess. Knowing that there was a dress-code, we left our cuts behind and wore black silk seersucker shirts with the Gold Vipers emblem etched on the back. They were used for formal occasions by patched club members only.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t any alcohol allowed at Goddess, so after my second lap dance, we headed across the street to Rumors for a couple of beers.
“Isn’t this the place that your ex-girlfriend works at?” asked Tail as we walked across the street. There were seven of us – Tank, Raptor, Chopper, Horse, Tail, Hoss, and myself. Grover had borrowed a limo from someone who owed him a favor, and he’d dropped us off at the strip club. He was now on st
