The next day Nikki didn’t waste any time thinking of ways to put together a crew and she knew that it needed to start with Al, so she texted her to see if she wanted to go out for a drink later that night, to which she agreed.
Nikki knew that Al had a bit of an edge, but she didn’t know how far she could take it. So, she came up with a variety of tests to gauge her before openly asking her to join.
After dinner, Nikki showered and began to get dressed for the evening. She picked a tight black top, along with a short black leather miniskirt, punctuated by her knee-high black leather boots with a stiletto heel. She put on her bracelet and necklaces and checked her watch, knowing Al would arrive soon.
Sure enough, moments later Al knocked on her apartment door. Al was wearing a tight tank top that revealed a tattoo on her right bicep, tucked into a pair of tight fitting jeans, tied together with a thick leather belt with rhinestones and a western buckle, along with a pair of open-toed high heels that helped her tower over Nikki.
“Wow, you clean up nice!” Nikki said when she opened the door.
“Thanks, but not like you,” Al laughed. “I have to get used to wearing shoes like this.”
Nikki invited her friend inside and offered her a glass of wine. Then it was time for the first test. She picked up a plate off the counter and held it out to Al.
“Want a snort?” Nikki asked as she offered the cocaine.
“Oh shit, yeah!” Al said without hesitation.
Al had passed the first test in that Nikki knew she had a bit of wild side and also wouldn’t be a snitch about such endeavors.
Afterwards, the two girls headed to a local bar, and since it was a warm night, they headed out back to the patio, where they were surrounded by a haze of smoke thanks to an endless cavalcade of cigarettes. They were also surrounded by men for most of the night, but Nikki only kept them around long enough to weasel a free drink out of them.
Nikki could tell that Al had been given attention by men in the past, but she not quite to the extent that Nikki received from the opposite sex. Finally, after a few hours of drinking, Nikki was getting bored with the men buzzing around so she asked Al if she was ready to leave, to which the latter agreed.
As the two walked to the dark parking lot down the street, another car pulled in beside Nikki’s SUV. When two girls hopped out, the one on the driver’s side whacked the side of Nikki’s car with her door, leaving a small dent.
“What the fuck?!” Nikki shouted as she approached her car.
“I’m so sorry,” The girl, probably in her mid-20s, exclaimed.
“Sorry doesn’t fix the dent in my fucking door!” Nikki said as she walked over to the girl.
As Nikki got close to her, she could smell marijuana on her clothes. It was too dark to look into the girl’s eyes to see if she was high at the moment or not.
“Have you been smoking?” Nikki asked bluntly.
“N-n-no,” The girl stammered.
“I smell it on you,” Nikki said as she rolled her eyes.
“OK, maybe a little,” She said.
“How much do you have on you now?” Nikki asked. “Do you have anything else?”
“None,” The girl replied.
“Open your purse,” Nikki demanded.
“What?” The girl said in shock. “No!”
“You’re already on my shit list for putting a dent in my car,” Nikki said firmly. “So, I suggest you don’t fuck with me.”
Nikki ripped the purse from the girl’s hands and opened it to find a small bag of weed and a bag with ecstasy inside.
“Where’d you get this?” Nikki asked.
“I don’t remember,” The girl said.
“Unless you want me to put your head through that window, you better tell me where you got this shit from,” Nikki shouted.
Finally, the girl divulged where they purchased the drugs from.
“Well, starting next month you don’t buy from him anymore,” Nikki said as she took both bags and dumped them on the ground.
“Hey! We paid for those!” The other girl screamed as she rushed over.
Just as the girl was about to grab Nikki, Al stepped in and caught her with a strong right hand in the jaw, flooring her instantly. Nikki paused for a minute in shock before ignoring the girl laying on the ground in pain and turning to the other.
“You’re not going to buy from this guy anymore, are we clear?” Nikki asked firmly. “From now on, you’re going to buy from me.”
The girl nodded. Just as it appeared that Nikki would walk away from the girl without physically harming her, she turned back and gave her a knee to the gut, causing her to double over. For good measure, Nikki gave her punch to the side of the head, sending her to the ground next to her friend. Al also got in one last shot, delivering a kick to the friend’s ribs.
Nikki didn’t have to wonder whether she could count on Al to be her partner in crime anymore. She had a definitive answer.
As soon as the two girls got into the car, Nikki lit a cigarette, exhaling through her nostrils to calm her rush from the recent altercation.
“Thanks for having my back,” Nikki said to Al through an exhale.
“No worries,” Al responded as she lit a cigarette of her own. “So when were you going to tell me you’re a dealer?”
“When I knew I could trust you,” Nikki smiled.
“I ain’t no snitch,” Al laughed.
“Do you want in?” Nikki asked. “I could use the help, plus you don’t have to worry about being a janitor anymore.”
“You don’t have to keep tryin’ to sell me,” Al said. “I’m in.”
Nikki gave Al the details of her arrangement and her past on the way back to the apartment. Things were starting to come together nicely.
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Nikki found her second-in-command for her new business now, but she still needed to add to the crew in order to get it off the ground. The only problem was that she didn’t have any clue on where to look next. Nikki knew what she wanted -- attractive, smart and tough women -- but she had no idea where to find those women.
School would be starting soon, but an Ivy League school wouldn’t exactly be the best place to look. There would be no shortage of intelligent and attractive women, but ones that wanted to dip into this particular pool of work would be impossible to find there.
Like Nikki, Al didn’t have many friends in the area either, so she wasn’t much help in this department. The one suggestion that she did have was to take a ride to a biker bar to do some scouting. Nikki would naturally love women that liked to ride, but her vision wasn’t just to start a motorcycle club. Having no other options, though, she decided to go through with Al’s idea.
The next night, Nikki put on a tight white Harley Davidson tank top, tucked into a pair of black boot-cut jeans and tied together with a thick leather belt. She added her customary jewelry and a pair of black cowboy boots. She donned her leather vest and headed to the parking in lot just in time to see Al speed in on her Harley. The two girls discussed strategy and before hopping on her own bike, Nikki handed Al one of the two guns she took from Mark.
“Don’t worry about it,” Al told her as she lifted up her jean leg to reveal a pistol strapped inside her brown cowboy boot. “I got one.”
The two girls sped off to the bar, giving Nikki time to think about how she might approach someone if they were deemed worthy to join, but finding that person would be a longshot.
When they finally arrived and entered the bar, Nikki knew almost at once that it was going to be a waste of time. Most of the women there were older and those who weren’t, were the girlfriend or Ole Lady to to a man in the local club.
Just as the night appeared to deem itself futile, things took an interesting turn, however, when the two girls exited the bar after a couple hours. Nikki had just lit a cigarette when she noticed a girl in the far corner of the parking lot doing a number on a bike with a tire iron.
Nikki and Al both sat down on their bikes and smoked, watching this girl in amusement. She was on the shorter side, but muscular, a full sleeve of tattoos on her left arm and an all-white cigarette dangling from her lips. She was brunette, wearing a Harley Davidson tank top that came down to her navel and a pair of black leather motorcycle boots and a pair of skintight black jeans.
“You’re costing some dude an awful lot of money,” Nikki called out to her.
“This cheating asshole is inside with some whore!” The girl shouted back.
Nikki and Al both looked at each other and laughed. Just then the door of the bar swung open and a large biker came barreling out with the aforementioned “whore” in toe. He made beeline towards the girl swinging the tire iron, and before she could defend herself, he decked her with right hook, sending her to the ground.
He then picked her up by the hair and slapped her across the face, as his new girlfriend cheered in delight. When it became apparent that this guy could kill the girl, Nikki and Al opted to step in to prevent it.
Nikki walked up behind the girl, grabbed her by the hair and and threw her to the ground violently. While she was on the ground, she delivered a hard kick to the girl’s gut, causing her to gasp for air.
This caught the attention of the biker, who whirled around only to find Al pointing a gun at his chest.
“I think she’s had enough,” Nikki said, pointing at the tattooed girl laying on the ground covering her face.
“I’ll decide when she’s had enough, little girl,” The man said. “Why don’t you go home and play with your Barbies before you end up on the ground next to her.”
“By the looks of it, I think we’re deciding that she’s had enough,” Nikki responded, then she looked towards her handy work laying on the ground. “Besides, I just played with that Barbie and she wasn’t very much fun.”
“This bitch just destroyed my bike,” The man roared. “I’m not going to be done until I take the damages out of her ass!”
“You already took it out of her face,” Nikki said sternly. “Either you let her go or my girl puts a bullet in your ass. When your boys find out you got popped by a chick I don’t think they’d even show up at your funeral.”
When the man tried to make a move towards Nikki, Al stepped in front of her, gun still pointed at him and pulled the safety off, stopping him in his tracks. For his attempted move, Nikki made his girlfriend pay, delivering another kick to her, this time in the back.
“All right, you can go,” The man said in defeat.
“Hey, get up,” Nikki called to her. “You can come with us.”
The girl quickly got off the ground and followed Nikki back to their motorcycles, Al walking backwards with the gun still pointed.
“You’re with me, girl,” Al told her. “Hurry up though, we have to get out of here.”
The girl did as she was told and got on the back of Al’s Harley and they sped off, not stopping until they reached the girl’s apartment. When they stopped, the girl got off the back of Al’s bike, and looked at the two girls that had saved her. She was in her mid-20s and both of her saviors barely looked old enough to drink.
“Thanks for your help,” The girl said as she lit a Marlboro Menthol 100. “By the way, my name is Greta.”
Nikki lit a cigarette of her own, and introduced herself and Al.
“Are you going to be OK?” Nikki asked. “That dude is going to come after you if you stay here.”
“I’ll just have to deal with it,” Greta said, throwing her hands in the air. “If he shows up, I’ll just waste him. If done time before, I’m not worried.”
“Well, you’re going to have to waste his whole club,” Nikki said. “I don’t think you have an army to help you with that.”
“Why don’t you come stay with me for now,” Al offered. “I’ve got an extra room.”
“Instead of doing time for popping him, you can work for us,” Nikki said.
“Work for you?” Greta asked. “What do y’all do?”
The two girls just smiled at her.
“Something that’ll send you to prison much richer than killing your Ole Man,” Al said. “It’s not hookin’ either.”
“OK, why not?” Greta said.
“Hurry up and grab your shit,” Nikki said. “You can follow us back. It’s about 40 minutes.”
“Where?” Greta asked.
“Princeton,” Nikki informed her. “I start school there next month.”
“Seriously?” Greta asked in shock. “You don’t look like a college girl.”
“Yeah, how about that,” Nikki said as she rolled her eyes. “Hurry up, I can tell you my life story later.”
Greta went inside and collected some of her belongings. While she was inside, Nikki stared a hole through Al.
“What?” Al asked.
“You just asked this random bitch to live with you,” Nikki exclaimed. “She just got her ass beat by a 1-percenter. What if they come after us?”
“That ain’t gonna happen,” Al said. “That guy is too embarrassed to tell the rest of his club.”
“Do you think we can trust this girl?” Nikki asked. “We don’t even know her.”
“Well, if she was an Ole Lady then she ain’t no snitch,” Al told her. “She’s done time, so I got a good feeling about her.”
“You better be right, “ Nikki said as Greta came out and threw her things in the back of her beat-up car. Nikki and Al revved up their bikes and headed back towards Princeton, Greta in toe.
For Nikki, it was another member to her crew. This girl certainly had some aggression, but Nikki had to keep an eye on her to make sure that she was trustworthy enough to become part of her inner circle.
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