Welcome to the Shitshow
A Jax Walker Novel
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Upon hearing someone complain about how hard their life has been, I tell them they should try doing time in prison. How about five years for a crime you didn’t commit? Usually, the first one is enough to shut them up.
Sometimes that line gets me strange looks, you know the kind. That girl ain’t right in the head looks. But, honestly, I received my fair share of those before. Not that shit days didn’t happen before being locked up, they did. But the sweetest day, the day my ass walked out of prison a free woman, turned into a total shitshow.
Why you might ask? To understand that you need to know about my life before felony incarceration.
I was born into the Devils MC, but not being the son ‘Mad-Dog’ Walker, the club’s President and co-founder, hoped for wasn’t as big a tragedy as you might think. I grew on my badass biker daddy and my Uncle Red. But, I was born with the ability to one day grow a massive set of hooters which meant I could never be a member.
What a bummer, huh?
A disaster of cataclysmic proportions occurred in the moments after I shot out of my mother’s cooch on the clubhouse’s pool table. The only real tragedy on that fine spring day as far as my daddy was concerned? They’d just had that particular table refelted. Uncle Red swears that I didn’t even utter a peep until my sister followed me into the world.
Spoiler alert! She continued ghosting my ass, acting like she was my second shadow for the following two decades. How different my life would have turned out had either one of us been born with a dick! I’d be wearing a patch instead of being treated like club property—a full member riding my own path instead of riding bitch for someone else.
After five long years in the big house, I desperately wanted to get to my MC daddy’s clubhouse. That particular morning I was hornier than a ten-point buck during mating season.
Being stuck in a giant concrete box with nothing but snatch was a nightmare. This Texas girl has always been strictly dickly. Not that I have anything against muff diving, I love a good pussy polish the same as the next girl. And after that first year of very hard time in the Dr. Lane Murray Unit in Gatesville, if any of my fellow inmates had looked like Laura Prepon in Orange Is the New Black this bitch would have caved. Instead, the warden stuck me with a bunch of mean crusty bitches, the worst cell block in the entire joint just because of my last name and my family’s MC affiliation being so well known throughout the state.
If you need to look at the bright side, sunshine, the woman that emerged from that dank smelly hole was a much tougher bitch than the one who went in.
Before that asshole judge banged his gavel and passed his sentence onto me I possessed a voluptuous figure, but truthfully I just hadn’t lost my baby fat yet. I was twenty and had an ongoing love affair with desserts, especially pecan pie.
Guess what kind of pie is always on offer in a women’s prison? Ironically enough the answer to that burning query rhymes with an excellent removal method-Nair. I need to dunk myself to the neck in that shit. Seriously my bush is scary in its natural state and it’s meant to entice not send potential dicks screaming in fear.
Anyway, I replaced that flab with muscle while inside because I had to fight every day, the inmates, the bitch guards. Don’t get me started on the guards, they made the inmates look like girl scouts. I had the permanent scars to prove I had lived up to the Walker name, hard to put down. My club family had made a lot of enemies.
On the subject of enemies, I bet you’re wondering about my sister. She wouldn’t have survived a single day inside. She’s a cream puff, a real girl, not that it’s a bad thing to be what you are. I grew up wishing I was a boy so I could be a biker like my dad and uncle were, and also to take a piss standing up without getting my feet wet.
I know we’re technically twins, but we couldn’t be more different if we’d had different daddies. Sometimes my mind hypothesized if that were even possible back when we were younger and fought all the time. But what it basically boiled down to is that we were sisters, but never friends. Even still no one should have to suffer what I had for those sixty months. Nobody deserved that shit, even guilty felonious sisters.
That day I couldn’t wait to jump on my boyfriend’s dick, use the mattress and him as a trampoline and bounce all night long. I planned on riding him like a cowgirl in the rodeo.
Kase was tall, dark, and sexy, he possessed that lean type of muscle that came from work rather than lifting weights. When he began prospecting for my daddy’s club, I took one look at him and knew I wanted him to crush my cherry. He could have body-doubled for Keanu in the Matrix. That movie was total badassery, epic shootouts always get me hot.
I wouldn’t classify myself as a nympho or sexaholic, but I’ve always been highly sexually charged. The only men I had any contact with were the ones who helped raise me. I wasn’t allowed to date, so probies were very appealing, especially the one called Kase.
The clubhouse was still asleep since it hadn’t passed noon yet. Bikers aren’t well known for being early birds. I should have been pissed at having no ride home, but I’ve never had any difficulty getting from point a to point b.
Ever wonder why in the movies and TV shows they always show someone walking out of prison-like it’s a Sunday stroll or something? Never in any hurry. I ran out of there with my fists in the air as if I had just completed a marathon because I had.
Now I needed to wash the prison from me, but I couldn’t wait to surprise my boyfriend. After five years Kase wouldn’t care about my lack of personal grooming. He was a biker after all and the pussy he missed terribly was home!
His door was unlocked, I felt as giddy as a virgin on prom night when I slowly pushed it open.
Hearing the bed springs squeak had me throwing open the door. If he was fucking a club whore it was turning into a threesome! My panties weren’t staying on another second.
Surprise honey let’s bone!
(Need to find out what happens next?…go to two-timer.)