Chrome and Hot Women: Wayward Angels: Book-1
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Authors: Melanie Vance
Chrome and Hot Women
Wayward Angels
Book-1
Melanie Vance
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Available March 15, 2015!
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© 2015 by Melanie Vance
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First Printing, 2015
Printed in the United States of America
Table Of Contents
Club Meeting
Cece Myers pulled her Harley onto the gravel parking lot in front of The Lavender Light, a lesbian club on the outskirts of Denver, Colorado. She dismounted, removing her black full-face helmet. She stood there, shaking her long raven hair before running her hairbrush through it. She hated helmet hair, but unless you cut it short, it came with the territory when you chose the riding lifestyle.
She loved the freedom that came with riding her bike. It was therapy on two wheels for her, after a stressful day on the job. Cece worked for a construction company as a highway flagger. It could be a dangerous job at times. Many people thought it was their God-given right to speed through a construction zone. People could be so self centered and rude these days. It did, however, pay well.
Cece enjoyed her job most of the time. She liked being outdoors, so it was well suited to her. She had recently moved from her apartment in Denver, Colorado about forty miles north to Longmont, so she could be closer to her brother Randy and her dad, Dale. Her brother was five years older than she was and they had been quite close as kids. Their mother had been what you would call a bar-fly and had taken off with some man to parts unknown when Cece was only four. She could barely remember her mother. Her brother, who was nine at the time remembered her much better. Her father was brokenhearted and angry, but in her opinion, he had become one hell of a great single dad.
She had purchased a house with an attached garage so she could work on her bikes. She had recently picked up a 1950 Triumph Thunderbird at auction, the type Marlon Brando had ridden in
The Wild One
. It was a lucky find for her and she was itching to restore it. Being laid off from her job in the winter made it all possible. She looked forward to spending some time in her garage during the snowy Colorado winters.
She stepped through the front door of The Lavender Light, looking like the typical biker with her black leather jacket, gloves, blue jeans, leather chaps and boots.
It was Sunday afternoon, a slow day in general at The Lavender Light, which made it perfect for the monthly meeting of the women's motorcycle club she belonged to. Cece was president of the Wayward Angels Motorcycle Club. The leader of the pack, so to speak. She had inherited the position by majority vote when Stephanie Wells, the original founder of the club, moved to Las Vegas. Her husband's job was transferred, so off she rode into the sunset, so-to-speak.
The club consisted of a mix of straight and gay women. It was, however, for women only. They were a tight knit group of all ages and occupations. The youngest member was a twenty-one year old college student who was about to enter her senior year at the University Of Colorado, in the fall.
The oldest and newest member of the club, was a widow in her early sixties, Madge Delaney, who worked as a part time housekeeper for Kelsey Savage, a well known architect and designer from Denver. If there was a position for club humorist, Madge would have it hands down. The woman was hilarious. Not only that, she rode the most awesome Harley trike around!
Cece waved at the bartender and current owner of The Lavender Light, Cookie Knight. Cookie was a good looking blonde woman around five foot eight, who had just enough extra meat on her bones to make her very lovable, indeed. At least that was Cece's opinion. She had dark eyebrows and a disarming smile with eyes that sparkled. She was miss congeniality and perfect for the job. Cookie had bought the bar when the last owner sold the place five years ago.
"How's it going, Cece?" Cookie called out from behind the bar. She was busy polishing beer glasses with a white cloth.
"Not bad. How 'bout yourself?"
"Can't complain."
"Ah, nobody wants to listen to us anyway."
"For sure. Can I get you anything?"
"I'll take a Coors draw in one of those freshly polished glasses of yours."
"Comin' right up."
Cookie tilted the glass and pulled back on the spigot handle. She served Cece the golden brew and smiled at her.
"This one's on the house. No one else is here yet. It's been kinda dead today. Shh...I don't want anybody to think I'm giving away free drinks around here," she winked, holding her finger to her lips.
"Mum's the word, I promise," Cece said, taking a sip of the cold beer.
"How many members are you expecting today?"
"Oh, I don't know, probably at least twenty-five. We've got that charity poker run coming up a week from Saturday. I brought you a flyer to post on your bulletin board."
"Cool. I'll hang it up now."
Cece pulled one out of her black zipped case and handed her one. Cookie pinned it to the corkboard in the front entryway.
"Good luck with the ride. I see it benefits
Realm Of Caring
. That's a great cause."
"Yes, indeed. Very worthwhile."
"Let's step inside the meeting room and slide some tables together. We'll have you set up in no time."
Cece and Cookie walked back to the meeting area and scooted four tables together, the legs squeaking as they scraped across the tile floor.
"Do you think that'll be enough?" Cookie asked.
"To be safe, let's add one more."
Cookie scooted another table to the end of the row.
"That should do fine. Thanks."
"Arlene will be here in about fifteen minutes, so she'll be able to make sure all you ladies have the drinks you need," Cookie said.
Arlene Snell was a full-on butch you didn't want to rub the wrong way. Short, dark hair, mid-forties, and heavy set. Even though she was only about five foot-two, she was The Lavender Light's best bouncer, but the woman had a heart of gold behind her rough exterior. She was an asset to the place.
"Arlene's doubling as order taker today, huh?"
"You got it," Cookie said. "I couldn't run this place without her."
Gradually the women started arriving for the meeting. Shannon Storm, a current love interest of Cece's walked into the meeting room in full, ass-hugging leather.
Yum!
Cece thought to herself, Shannon had beautiful shoulder length dark red hair and the most sultry, seductive green eyes! Cece felt her heart rate speed up and she let out a sigh. Once everyone was seated and Arlene took their drink orders, Cece called the meeting to order.
"As you all know, we're sponsoring a huge poker run a month from this Saturday to help one of our favorite charities,
Realm Of Caring
. For those of you in attendance who may not know,
Realm Of Caring
assists families of children with uncontrollable seizures relocate to Colorado, so the kids can get the CBD, otherwise known as cannabis oil, that they require to help them put an end to their seizure induced misery. This stuff saves lives, ladies. Unfortunately, many states refuse this type of treatment for these kids, which I think is a bunch of bogus bullshit. The money we raise will help save these kid's lives as well as help the families relocate to Colorado, either temporarily, or permanently."
"How much of the proceeds will actually be used to help these families?" Marilyn Miller, the vice president of a cosmetics company asked.
"One hundred percent, ladies. I wouldn't want it any other way. There'll be no skimming off the top by the powers that be for this one. I can assure you of that," Cece answered with conviction.
"Are we going to be the only club involved in this?" Madge Delaney wanted to know.
"We're going to be the ones coordinating it, but there will be many riders participating. We expect quite a crowd. Carvell's Custom Cycles has donated a custom Harley to be raffled off, too. There will be a lot of interest in that bike. I will need five of you ladies to be posted at each of five stops to hand out cards. I have a list of each stop here on this sheet of paper. The first one will be here at The Lavender Light. Riders will register here as well."
Cece passed the sheets down both sides of the table. The women began looking them over.
"I have several flyers with me, too. If you know of a high visibility location that you can legally put one of these up, then please feel free to take one or more of them with you at the end of today's meeting. All I ask is that you use them. Don't take them home and leave them in a stack of papers on the kitchen table or in your saddlebags. This cause is much too important for that. Kids lives are literally at stake here ladies."
The women all enjoyed some drinks and conversation as they went over plans for the poker run.
"Are there any other issues you care to discuss this afternoon?" Cece asked, looking around at the group.
"There's an issue I would like to bring up that has been eating at me concerning an email I received from another member of this club," a woman named Karen Bates said. "I hesitate to do this, but it has really been eating at me."
Karen Bates was a certified motorcycle mechanic that had finished at the top of her class.
"Go on," Cece urged her.
"Well, some of you might remember me bringing up the idea of teaching any interested members of this club how to change their own oil. A lot of you might not know how to do it and it could save you a lot of money. As I recall, you liked the idea, Cece and so did some of the other women."
Several of the women nodded their heads in agreement.
"I still think it would be a great idea," Cece said. "Did a problem come up?"
"Well, you might remember me saying that I needed a bigger place than my garage at home to teach it."
Cece nodded, "I remember you bringing that up."
"Well, Kim emailed me and said she would set up something for us at one of the dealerships so we could do that, so I let her have the reigns. I hadn't heard from her in over a week, so I emailed her back to ask her about it. She answered me and said a few of the women in the group decided against it, that there wasn't enough interest."
"Can I see the email please?" Cece held out her hand.
Karen passed it over to her reluctantly.
Kim Hall looked like she was squirming in her seat. She glanced over at her best friend in the club, Marylyn Miller. Kim was a licensed practical nurse that had recently
'found religion'
and had been acting kind of strange of late.
"Kim, can I ask you who those few women were that you refer to in this email?" Cece asked her.
Kim glanced over at her friend Marilyn, her eyes begging her to bail her out. Marilyn looked as if she didn't want to get involved.
"Well?" Cece was waiting for an answer. None of the other women spoke up. "Did anybody here tell Kim they didn't want to learn how to change their own oil?"
The other women shook their heads and mouthed
'no'
.
"We are here to support one another, ladies. One thing I won't tolerate in this group is messing with the head of another member. Are we understood? Kim, have you got anything you want to add to this conversation?"
"No," Kim said.
"I would like to speak to you privately after the meeting is adjourned if you don't mind," Cece said.
"No, I don't mind," Kim answered.
The meeting came to an end, the women collected their fliers and other info they needed regarding the upcoming poker run. Soon, only Cece and Kim remained in the meeting room.
Cece heaved a sigh. "Kim, this isn't the first time I've heard of something you've done to another member of this club. I'm at wits end concerning what to do about it. You have alienated a couple of the other women as well. At first I shrugged it off, but it appears I can no longer do that. Why, I even had one potential new member call me in tears about something you said to her on one of the recent group rides. She told me that if this was the way the women in the club were, she wouldn't be interested in joining. I never heard from her again and that is such a shame. Do you have anything you'd like to say to me? Right now, you've got my undivided attention."
"No. Not really."
Cece was surprised that Kim wouldn't even offer an apology. "Okay, but know one thing, should you choose to continue riding with the Wayward Angels, I won't tolerate any attempt to sabotage this club. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yeah."
"You read and signed the club rule sheet and agreed to our bylaws when you signed up. Our contract is more than just words written down on paper. We are a club that respects and supports one another. If you can't abide by that, maybe you don't need to ride with us. Now, I'm willing to give you a second chance. I'm a sucker for second chances, but know this-one more slip up and you're out."
"Well, there is this Christian motorcycle club I've been hanging out with lately and was thinking about joining anyway."
"That might not be a bad idea, Kim. Just let me know what you decide. I think we're finished here."
Kim left and Cece gathered up her papers and extra fliers. She would email the remaining members with notes from the meeting. She needed to get all the volunteers for the poker run lined up by the end of the week. It was hard to organize such an event, but it was a lot of fun, as well as rewarding to help people, especially sick kids.