“Fuck this place is full of nice ass.”
Garrett Mitchell stepped through the door, quickly surveying the room full of bikers and babes. Women and men alike turned taking him in, standing at six feet two inches, with a muscular fighter’s frame, he was used to it. Getting women had never been an issue for him. And the men, well they either wanted to fight him to see if they could or they wanted him to win the fight because of the money on it. Fight nights always seemed to bring in the masses, and tonight was no different. The crowd was loud and ready for a good time.
On a normal night, this place was filled with bikers and their bitches, but fight nights it was a free for all. Bikers still ruled the place, but they were not the only ones, no the fights held always brought in the money, and with it the people, both men and women. Some of the women where known sweet butts, others only there to scratch that itch for a hot biker before they ran back to their safe little white picket fence life in the suburbs. Either one was the same to him, a piece of ass, tap it, smack it, send it on.
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