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teased hair.
    “Where is he?”
    “Who, Sister?”
    “Dig. Where is he?” I asked.
    “Oh, he’s partying… somewhere. Not sure,” he muttered. Blondie cackled. “Sure is nice to see you, babe, but I don’t think you wanna be here.” Boner took a long drag on his cigarette, and his eyes widened. “Why don’t you go on back home, huh?”
    Home . My insides blazed with fire.
    “Where is he?”
    The blonde giggled and leaned into Boner’s body. “He’s at the shed,” she said.
    “Aw shit,” muttered Boner. He popped the cigarette out of his mouth and rubbed his forehead. “Don’t go back there, Little Sister. Don’t.”
    “Yeah, yeah.” I brushed him off and charged in the direction of the shed.
    A big round circle of men and a few women stood in front of the large steel shed which housed the bike repair shop of the Club. An in-the-wild-jungle-like vibe hung in the air, a tangible, raw menace that made my mouth go dry.
    Shit, maybe I should have listened to Boner and not come out here.
    Everyone’s eyes were glued to some sort of extravaganza playing out before them. Several fires roared from rusted steel drums, which cast a golden-reddish glow over everyone’s faces. Undisguised carnal intensity was etched on their features and it hit me like a furnace blast. Was it a fight? Some sort of death match?
    I squeezed through the gaps between several men who didn’t even register my presence because their attention was riveted by the show. My pulse skidded to a halt. Four naked women were on the ground getting banged, giving head, and getting it up the ass by a number of men in a number of combinations. The sound of slapping skin, shouting, and grunting filled the hot air. Plenty more men waited in line to have their turn while they smoked weed and drank from bottles. They spurred their buddies on with a colorful array of language and howls of laughter. Others were getting it on with their own women as they watched.
    The vivid spectacle burned through my eyeballs and positively knocked the tequila buzz right out of me. A wave of nausea rushed up my throat. I pushed back through the men, but got stuck.
    “Oh, yeah, look what I found!” a voice growled in my ear. “A sweet piece of cherry pie.”
    Two massive hands ran up my rear over my skirt and around my waist, travelled north and settled on my breasts. My body was jerked back into a rock hard wall of muscle and stench.
    “Isn’t it my lucky night?” he said. “You’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?”
    “Hey, that’s Ruby’s little sister,” said a passing female voice. I looked up. It was one of the biker chicks always at our house. My mouth fell open, but her name suddenly escaped me. She disappeared into the crowd.
    The beast’s hand fisted in my hair, and he pulled my head back. “No shit,” he said.
    “Let go of me!” I scratched at his arms, and shoved against him. Big mistake. One of his hands grabbed at my crotch and drove my ass right in between his legs. The air got sucked out of me, and pain flared through my chest.
    “Aw, this is gonna be good. I won the fucking jackpot tonight!” he said.
    I raised the tequila bottle over his head, but it was plucked from my hand.
    “Let her go, Vig!”
    Dig’s voice. Thank you, God.
    I struggled in Vig’s grip, but it was useless. Laughter ripped from his chest.
    “Don’t be an asshole man, just having fun. Now fuck off,” said Vig. I turned my face and a coarse patch on his leather jacket sleeve grated against my cheek. The smell of his sweat and the booze on his breath erupted a tide of nausea in my belly once more.
    “She’s that cunt’s little sister, ain’t she?” Vig’s voice positively seethed with wrath. He squeezed my breasts and my crotch all at once. I gasped at the pain.
    “I said let her go,” said Dig. “You don’t want to do this, man.”
    “You’re not being a good host, Diggy. You don’t share the house pussy with your guests?”
    I struggled for air in