Growing up a Son of an Outlaw Part 2: Prospecting


After my dad died I continued working at the strip club, I also took a part-time job with a club member who owned a motorcycle shop. The club had a rule, a person had to be 21 to prospect. Just because I was what the club called a “Legacy” didn’t mean I would be able to get around that rule. The club thrived for so long because of its by-laws, without them, the club would’ve fallen apart, a motorcycle club is only as strong as its bylaw enforcement.

The years were long, but I learned more and more from the guys, the club became my University. Don’t get me wrong now, just because I wasn’t 21, I was still considered a hang around and expected to be around the clubhouse. I usually worked Monday thru Saturday, both at the strip club and bike shop, throw in having to be at the clubhouse every night, my life was pretty well planned out day to day. I was happy with the life, some would’ve bitched and complained about all the hours, not me, I saw it as an education and a way to be around all the guys.44321_4531348323578_90144081_n

I never really had a steady ol lady, working at the strip club, I always had my pick of who I wanted that night. The Strippers were all over me because I had Roosters ear, it also helped that I was pretty dam built and handsome. Having two or more strippers a night wasn’t out of the norm, it was actually kind of cool, the brothers in the club always hung around to get a taste. I did get close to a stripper nicknamed “Stormy”, she was 20, not much older than me. Stormy would stay the night all the time, we were able to talk and laugh, the other bitches were just there to party and play. Stormy was different, if she disagreed with you, you would know. She wasn’t a player, I was the only one she would sleep with, something that was amazing considering she was a dancer.

Those hang around years taught me a lot about myself and who I could trust. I got the unique perspective that most would never see, all those my age going to college and getting raped on student loans to learn nothing about life anyway.

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Finally, the night of my 21st birthday came. It’s a night that I will never forget. After getting off work at the shop I was told I had to be down at the clubhouse, so when work got over I jumped on my 87 sporty and rode on over. It was about 8 at night when I got there, the parking lot was packed, the club was having a party and had all the friendly clubs there. When I got into the door, one of the prospects directed me to the bunk room. No one was in there, I was told to take a seat and Rooster would be right in. After about 15 minutes Rooster and a few of the other guys came in and sat down. As soon as everyone got into the room, Rooster pulled out a vest and threw it at me, it was something that I’d been waiting for for years. The next words that Rooster spoke I would never forget. “You have 2 choices now, your either going to die young, or your going to spend lots of time in prison once you put that vest on”. I didn’t blink, I threw that vest right on. My birthday celebration was short lived, as soon as I out the vest on Rooster said: “Now get your ass behind the bar and earn it you piece of shit”. Yep no breaks for me.

Prospecting that year was no easy thing, the brothers ran me into the ground, I can remember long nights let me tell you. Prospecting for a true 1%er club is no joke. Now a days everyone watches that bullshit Sons of Anarchy and thinks of the brotherhood in those terms, shit you have wannabee clubs popping up on a daily basis. You know why those clubs were formed? It’s because them fools didn’t have the balls or guts to prospect for an established club. They didn’t choose to put pride in themselves, that’s why most of them clubs only last a year or two because true brotherhood doesn’t exist within its ranks.

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So does a Bitch belong anywhere but on the back?


Hey there butt rapist!! It’s that time again where we come together to piss on someones cereal because they can’t take what they read. Isn’t that what America is about now a days? Everyone crying that their feelings are hurt? Well keeping with that tradition I bet Im going to piss off a lot of people with this post. Not only the cum guzzling little house wives, but probably some fake ass wannabee middle age fuck tard that licks his wives pussy on her orders.

What has happened to real men now a days anyways? For one ass nuggets don’t work any more, they sit in front of a tv and play video games all day while whacking off to internet porn. Yea I know internet porn is pretty awesome but dam put the little tally wacker away and go to work or at least send the ol lady out to make the money. Now a days these so called men would never dare put a women in her place though. To busy worrying about Mary Poppins not giving him his monthly pussy taste. Yea I know this is a whole different subject then what the post is suppose to be about.

So it’s almost 2016 and every summer you see all these women riding around with their pretty little leathers. Has times really changed that much? In the old days you would never see this kind of stuff in the lifestyle unless the bitch was some kind of bull dyke that would probably whoop your ass. Nope now you see the normal house wife on a scooter by herself. No longer are they posing on the ol mans scoot,they are actually out there acting the man. I guess women’s lib made it into the Biker lifestyle.

Use to be only time you seen a broad around was when she was on her knees giving the brother next to ya some happy times.  Riding a scooter was a man’s chance to get away from the ol lady and get out there and let loose. Now the so called brothers have to have the ol lady tagging along. Shit causes too much drama.You have this bitch and that bitch crying and whining she did this or she did that. How the hell is a man suppose to get out there and enjoy the brothers and the road? Leave the bitch at home unless it’s your side piece.

This new wave of scooter tramps need to discover their balls. This is exactly why the new age is so jacked up. Men are no longer men. Always led around on a leash. So lets do a little exercise out there. Nest time your ol lady wants to come out with you and the brothers just tell her NO! Stay your ass home where you belong. If I wanted you to go with then I would’ve asked you too. That right there will get ya laid boys. Frees you up to get some new pussy. Most of all it allows you to jump on your scooter and enjoy the piece and quiet of the road.

Now this is for all the ladies out there. You know you cum guzzlers want a real man. How it really must screw with you having to play mommy to your wannabee Sons of Anarchy baby biker boy. If he’s kissing you fat ass then he isn’t what ya need. He’s not going to give it to you the way a real man will. I know your ol man is involved with one of those Leo Clubs and you wish you could be with a real dog in a 3 piece club. A man that will just throw you down and screw your brains out until every fiber of your being is worn out. Well you wont find that with some pussy whipped middle age suit and tie playing biker on the weekends. Especially no idiot running around in an Iron Order patch or any of them other cop clubs. Best advice to give you is run and get you a lawyer. Get rid of the ball licker as soon as you can.

See ya next week ape fuckers lol