The Joint
THE JOINT--------- A story about the local biker club bar.
---Things were different many years ago and this was one reason bikers had a bad name. This was, is, a public bar right near downtown. Yet, if you didn't belong to the CLUB, or were not with another member, you weren't welcome. The members didn't call it a club, they called it their GANG.
---Believe me many strangers and other bad assed bikers found this out the hard way. Even the Cops would rarely go in the place. Then only in groups and after much complaining by citizens. I'd heard many stories about THE JOINT as I grew up in town. But didn't believe most of them. Young girls, often too young, were coaxed and tricked into going to the JOINT. Many never returned to freedom. They, along with wives and girlfriends of other members, were used as sex slaves and bar girls.
----Often young girls were taken to the clubhouse near the next town to be used as toys for the club officers...then when they tired of the girls...used by other gang members. Some girls were never seen again. It only surfaced many years later that rumors of young girls being tortured then murdered were true. Bodies were found and gang members eventually went to prison.
---But here is a little story about the few times I was invited to THE JOINT by co worker and friend Hippy D. Hippy and I worked for the same company. We often rode to and from work together. He had a wild lookin Sportster chopper. Me a bone-stock 1950 Panhead. Hippy usually stopped at the JOINT on the way home and I went on to my house. He was often askin me to stop in for a few beers.
---One afternoon I did. Needless to say, I was scared shitless....or whatever! But, being invited by Hippy, I was welcomed and began to feel somewhat comfortable. There were only a few women there that first time. One the bar maid in hot pants and a cleavage poppin top. A few others, awfully young I thought, sittin on biker's laps or huggin and being pawed by several different bikers. As far as I remember, those young kids wore mini skirts and some sort of blouses with their ittie bittie titties exposed. May have been topless or had them hangin completely out the tops. All I remember is lots of tits and ass showin on several young lookin girls.
---Maybe a few month's later, I stopped again with Hippy. As soon as I was inside the door I was shocked. A pretty, young, naked girl was laid out on the pool table, spread out. Her hands and feet being held by four wild lookin bikers. Others were jammin fingers and pool balls in her pussy. Occasionally a biker would stick a pool cue up her ass or c*nt till she screamed loudly.
--- As I sat at the bar with Hippy I watched as several of those big fat bikers took turns fucking her repeatedly. At the same time, other young girls were being fondled and were screaming. They were being yanked around by their tits and fingered by which ever biker was near. I heard someone telling them they were next on the pool table. I drank my beer and walked out. Hippy followed me telling me this happens all the time. I never went back again. There were often police cars and cops in the lot on weekends. Sometime after that, the JOINT and the clubhouse were raided and arrests were made.
---The JOINT is still there but I have no idea what goes on inside now days. I actually went in several years ago after Hippy moved back home from Florida where he also retired. No one knew anything about him but remembered the Hippy with the blue chopper. The few minutes I was there, the few people inside were friendly
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