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 Author: JoeMoma
Title: Biker Chick and the old man
Summary: An old man saves a woman and child from a gunman.  The womans
husband is a biker and he shares some of the club property with the old man
Keywords: MF
It all started when I decided to go for a walk down on the strip.  I had

been crossing the bridge between MGM and NYNY when a wall of people came
running out of New York New York towards me.  I could hear shots being
fired from inside.  Maybe I'm a bit crazy, but I decided to run inside and
see what was going on.  I could see several people on the ground, dead or
injured.  As I rounded the corner, I spotted the gunman making his way
towards the nightclub.  The two girls working at the Cyote Ugly were
ducking down behind the bar.  The gunman had a woman and her small child
cornered between the bar and the wall.  I ran towards the man, yelling fuck
you asshole.  He turned away from the woman and began shooting.  One caught
me in the side.  As I tackled him, another got me in the leg.  I got him in
a choke hold and pulled the gun from his hand.  It went sliding across the
floor out of reach of both of us.  I choked him to unconciousness and held
him there for what seemed like 5 minutes before the police and some casino
security started arriving.  They pulled me off the man and cuffed both of
us.  Police continued to flood the area.  A little while later, ambulances
and rescue workers began arriving and taking the injured away.

   I laid on my stomach with my hands cuffed for about fifteen minutes. 
The cops had taken my wallet and ID.  Finally one cop, who was apparently
in charge, approached and said you can let that one go.  He had reviewed
the security tapes and realized I was the one who stopped the shooter. 
They didn't even apologize.  They removed the handcuffs and told me to get
up.  When I rolled over, it became clear I was injured pretty bad.  My
shirt and pants were soaked in blood and a pool had formed where I was
laying.  I struggled to get up and now they were yelling at me to lay down.
I guess they finally realized I was shot.  When they thought I was the
shooter, I guess they didn't give a fuck enough to check.  By now, all the
ambulances had left, so I had to wait for one to come back to get me.  When
they finally arrived, I was taken off to the hospital.

   They took me right to surgery.  When I woke up, the doctors told me the
extent of my injuries.  Nothing major was hit, other then some arteries
which resulted in a lot of blood loss.  The bone in my leg was cracked but
otherwise, it was mostly flesh injuries.  A few days later, I was released
from the hospital.  Since the doctors realized I was the person who stopped
the shooter, they gave me a prescription for some really good pain killers.

   I was recovering at home.  Occasionally, someone from the media would
stop by and want to talk to me.  I heard the door bell ring and assumed it
might be another one of those media people.  I opened the door and was face
to face with two very very large biker guys.  They were wearing hells
angles jackets and they looked pretty tough.  The main guy asked me if I
was Ron Croker.  Yea, I'm Ron, I replied.  The main guy said is name was
Fred and quickly got to the point.  The woman and child I had saved was his
old lady and daughter.  He wanted to thank me for what I had done.  He
introduced his sidekick as prospect Rob.  We talked for a little while, and
then he invited me to come to a party they were having Friday night.  He
said he wanted to buy me a beer for what I had done.  I thanked him, but
said I'm probably not really up for it.  They have me pretty doped out and
I can't really drive with a broken leg.  No problem, prospect Rob will pick
you up and when you are tired, he'll drive you back home in his pickup
truck.  Turns out Fred was the chapter president and he wasn't going to
take no for an answer.  I finally said ok, I can probably come for a beer
or two and we agreed that Rob would pick me up on Friday around 11.

   Fred was on a mission to make sure I had the time of my life.  Later
that day he contacted Emily.  Emily was one of the girls who likes to hang
with the bikers.  These girls are known as club property.  Unlike the wives
who get respect from the other members, the girls who were club property
pretty much just did what ever they were told by any member.  Emily was 19
and was working as a stripper in one of Vegas's famous clubs.  She was
Vegas hot for sure.  Fred told her about the party on Friday.  Emily said
she couldn't make it because she was working all weekend.  Turns out
property doesn't get to say no to Fred either.  Call your boss and tell him
I need you this weekend.  He knows who I am and he'll let you off, Fred
said.

   Prospect Rob showed up right on time Friday night.  We drove in his
truck to a biker bar just of Freemont street, a few blocks from the
touristy area.  There were bikes lined up along the front of this place and
bikers were spilling out into the street.  Rob parked the truck and we
headed into the bar.  We spotted Fred and I recognized the woman who was
with him as the one from the Casino shooting.  We went over to them and
Fred gave me a slap on the shoulders and his wife gave me a hug and thanked
me for saving her and her daughters life.  The bartender brought me a beer
and Fred introduced me to some of the other club members.  It might seem
strange for me, a 50 year old nerdy computer geek to be in the setting, but
I've always been able to socialize with all walks of life.  I've met some
of America's top CEOs at formal dinners and I've hung out with the homeless
on the street.  The bikers were all very nice to me.  Some of them joked
that I was pretty tough for being such a scrawny little guy.  It wasn't
long before Fred introduced me to Emily.  Fred was pretty blunt, she's your
date for the night, he said.  She was very sweet to me and spent the
evening on my arm.  Given her occupation, she was good at chatting up old
men.  It made the evening pretty enjoyable.  I did stay and have several
drinks.

   Between the booze and the pain pills, I was starting to feel it.  We
walked around and found Rob and I said its probably time for me to go.  I
was a bit surprised that Emily walked with us back to Rob's truck.  He's
giving me a ride home too, she said.  We got in the truck and rode cross
town back to my place.  Emily got out with me and she said she'd help me to
the door given my broken leg and somewhat intoxicated stated.  Rob will
wait for me, she said.  We got half way up the walkway to my front door and
I heard Rob pulling away.  He'll be back Sunday night to pick me up, she
said.  I got the hint where things might be going.  Emily came in and I
showed her around.  Our tour ended in the bedroom.  Emily spotted my bottle
of pain killers and asked if she could have one.  I was happy to share.

   We sat on the bed and picked out some mood music.  She gave me a little
peck on the cheek, then proceeded to kiss me on the lips.  After a few
light kisses, things started to get heavier.  Our tongues met and we took
turns sucking on each others lips.  I reached out and started caressing her
breasts.  They were big and natural.  She pulled back for a second and took
her shirt and bra off.  We then picked up kissing where we had left off.  I
worked my way down to her breasts and did some licking and sucking.  They
were really fantastic.  She helped me off with my shirt and pants.  Given
my injuries, it would have been hard to do.  While she was up doing that,
she dropped her skirt and panties too.  When she got back on the bed, she
went right for my dick.  She started with some light kissing and quickly
progressed to giving me a blowjob.  Once I was nice and hard, she got on
top of me.  She was careful to not put too much weight on my broken leg. 
She took my cock in her hand and guided it into her mound.  This girl was
giving me the full girlfriend experience.  No condom.  Just my shaft in her
warm wet snatch.  She then began riding me cowgirl style.  I had forgotten
how vigorous young girls could be.  She was in great shape and was able to
give me a good fucking.  As I was getting closer, she laid down on top of
me.  Her boobs were pressing into my chest as she resumed frenching me
while we were fucking.  Things got intense from there as I gave her my best
thrusting I could manage given the condition of my broken body.  She was
thrusting back and matched my rhythm.  My nuts squeezed tight and I shot my
load deep inside her pussy.  We laid there for a few minutes catching our
breath.  She then gave me some deep kisses.  I felt my penis slip out of
her as she moved down my body.  She kissed her way down my chest, over my
stomach and ended up with my half hard cock covered in both our juices in
her mouth.  When she was done, she came back up and we spooned for a little
while.

   I lost track of how many times we did it that weekend.  Every time I got
to the point I could get a hard-on, she'd fuck me or suck me off.  We tried
all sorts of positions and even did anal a few times.  Sunday night finally
rolled around and Rob returned to fetch Emily.  We said goodbye and Emily
said she hoped Fred invited me to another one of their parties soon.