Silver Creek Bikers

Caroline Summers. 18, 5'2, slim hourglass figure, big t**s, milky skin, red, flowy hair and piercing green eyes. She was a head turner, and she hated it. Despite her good looks, she was a very shy girl. Her boyfriend of 6 months had been constantly pushing her to sleep with him, but he didn't understand that she wasn't ready. Despite having a great body, she was really self-conscious, and him commenting on how much she ate or what she was allowed to eat the few times he had taken her out, only made things worse. She had been in shock when she was planning to surprise him and had entered his bedroom, just to find him in bed with some girl. She was shower, chubby and had a black afro. The type of girl that would spread her legs for anything with a c**k. Hurt, Caroline had ran out the door, slammed it shut and ran over to her best friend, Jill. Caroline told her everything, and after the initial betrayal, Jill had an idea. "Given it's Thursday, and we don't have school tomorrow, I want to take you to the Silver Creek clubhouse tonight. Mark is going there today, and he is now officially a member, we can go." She smiled and made Caroline ponder the request for a second. Mark was Jill's older brother, and Caroline did know him. She sighed, but agreed, making Jill jump up and down. They raided Jill's closet and came out with an acceptable outfit. Caroline chose black jeans, a red tank top, black leather jacket and black leather boots. Jill grabbed short denim shorts, a crop-top showing her belly piercing and a denim jacket, as well as sneakers. They put on makeup matching their outfit, and she texted Mark, letting him know they were coming. At the front gate, a man with a Hulk Hogan beard greeted them, taking their ID's and gave them a blue wristband. "Show this in the bar, and don't take it off. The only reason you are allowed in here, is because Mark is a member, but the invitation can be taken back permanently if either of you step out of line." The girls nod, put their ID's in their purses and step into the clubhouse. The floor is lined with black carpet leading from the entrance to the bar. There are a few coaches in the middle, mostly occupied, and a few bar stools at the bar. Jill grab Caroline's hand and drags her to the bar. They both order a glass of Coca-Cola, and they sip it quietly, watching the crowd when Mark comes over. He hugs them and take a sip of Caroline's glass, making her slap him playfully. "Just checking it's not alcohol," he says with a smile. They chat for a little while before Mark heads back to the crowd. Caroline scan the crowd when her eyes land on a huge man who had just entered the bar. He is tall, at least 6'8, and build like a house. His shoulders are broad, his arms are wide, and she can't help but let her eyes glide down his body. Her eyes stop just as they land on his crotch, and her cheeks flush before she turns around, facing Jill again. His c**k was straining against his jeans, and she could make out the size of the ginormous monster he had hidden away. He was the sort of man she would never picture herself with, but now she wasn't so sure. Caroline turns toward him again, and jump slightly when she see that he had moved closer. So close, he was standing directly behind her. Her breathing became heavier and her eyes became fiery red. He asked for a whiskey at the bar, and Jill turned to Caroline. "Don't bother. Connor isn't interested in anyone, and he can be an asshole some times." The words made Caroline think, but despite her friend's warning, she knew she had to get to know him better.