Hanging With The Sons

This is a good book: en.wikipedia.org . It's actually unusual for criminals, especial ones who do make crime pay, to be highly sadistic. But, in the book, they are very rough on women, only a highly self-hating woman would want to associate with them.

A friend of mine from college had a weird biker-stripper experience. He and a couple of his friends somehow got invited to a biker private party. The bikers hired a stripper. During her act, she started DFKing (just) my friend. When he and his friends were ready to bounce, the stripper told them she was coming with. At first, it seemed like it was not going to get ugly. But when they got outside, one of the bikers ran out, and whacked my friend on the side of the head with a boot, that was filled with something heavy. He didn't go to the hospital, but it hurt like hell for a couple weeks. The stripper didn't fuck him. He realized that the DFKing was probably about her seeing him as her best chance of getting out of that party without getting gang raped. (He was tough looking, but actually a lit major.)

It does sound like a story a bullshitter would make up or greatly exaggerate. But bullshitters were the lowest of the low to my friend, so I don't think he'd be one himself.

I mean if your working security what do you do with that shit? Tough situation.

No offense if anyone is in a biker gang here but I know a few stories of bikers raping a dancer and starting fights in my club that I frequented when they come in I leave. Pro TIP. It's an excellent opportunity to arrange OTC at least at that club be ause when they took it over some dancers just left. Being a big fella with broad shoulders with boxing training I used that to my advantage and offer a way out lol. They don't know of course that most bikers would likely be able to kick my ass lol

Point being. ALWAYS look to turn a difficult situation to your advantage even if you fail doing it...and I usually do fail doing it but not always.

I've never been around them and have no desire to. Just racist thugs

Once at Desire, about 30 patched-up bikers (no old ladies) waltzed on in and filled all the seats at the bars and around the stage. I don't recall whether they were RC, MC, or MC 1%er, and didn't get into a conversation. They didn't interact with anyone other than each other or the bartenders; they stayed for about 30 minutes, then filed out.

According to a dancer I talked to later, they disliked the bikers because they never tipped, bought dances, or did VIPs, and took up space better occupied by paying customers.

It was weird, but never threatening. No aggressive body language, they weren't even loud or obnoxious. Someone said they occasionally hit a bunch of RI strip clubs in this fashion.

They probably come in selling meth.

I see bikers, I leave. I saw some off duty cops at the old Oasis in Camden, NJ tell a bunch of Pagans to go fuck themselves when the bikers told them they were in their seats. Thought it was gonna get ugly, but the bikers just found other seats.

Hey Jimmy and ilbbaicnl those are some great biker stories. My experiences are not as impressive, but here they are.

In New Jersey it used to be that when 1-percenters visited a strip bar they had to call my mother and ask permission first. Eventually she died and left me in charge. There's a few biker clubs I'm friendly with and I don't give them a hard time. The Shitheads and the Oompa Loompas are cool with me. But for the rest, the president's old lady has to blow me before they can go anywhere in Jersey.

I once coughed up a loogie that accidentally landed on Sonny Barger's Electra Glide. He said to clean it so I pissed all over his bike and told him to clean it himself. Then I took a picture of his old lady sucking my dick and mailed him a copy every week for two years.

WTF?

If a woman fucks you because she's got reason to be afraid of you, that's rape. So it's different if she fucks you because she's got reason to be afraid of someone else?

^^ Calm down Barbara. I'm just fuckin with you guys.

Lol

I worked security at a music club that two local bike gangs used to frequent. We never had a problem with them. We didn’t hassle them. They didn’t cause problems.

The biggest problem we ever had was a semi-pro football team that came in one night looking for trouble. We asked them to leave and were polite about it. Having a cop at the front door also helped.

The main problem we had was the occasional college kid trying to imitate a tough guy. They were always drunk and had no idea how to fight.

a lot of wild replies here. Moral of the story, if gangstas come in, imma head out.

Early in my career, I worked in a big manufacturing plant. There was a biker who worked there and he tried to fix me up with his sister. He saw me as a means of getting his sister out of the biker girl life. She was actually pretty cute, but I was not getting involved in that.

Many years ago, I had a client whose Mother was a paralegal in Boston and whose father was the local chief of the Outlaws. Parenting time case came up because my client was at a party at his dad's house, when one of his Father's friends decided he didn't like the way he was looking at him and shot him. His kid's Mom was all freaked out about it lol.

Skibum - so where did the Chief Outlaw land on that case? His brother's side or his kid's side? Serious question.

I never met any 1% bikers in Chicago, but the fucking mob was everywhere I turned. The funny thing is, most of these guys were pretty cool. They didn't hide what they did, I didn't act like I knew what they did. Pool parties, Christmas parties, strip club parties- these guys invited me every time. I never understood why they liked having me around, but I never passed up free beers and the hotties they had around them. The sad part is that at least five of them died of heart attacks from heavy cocaine use or straight up OD'ed in the time I was hanging with them - all fathers. The funniest part is, except for these guys, I generally don't like Italians.

For a while when I was real young I would go with my friend to pick up from the local HA guys. Was not at the club house but one of their other houses. We would usually go in, smoke a joint with them of what we were picking up. They would invite us to a party that weekend(would never go), there were always decent looking biker girls around. But all and all they were decent guys. A couple years later I ran into a couple of the guys from the house at the local strip club, they bought me a few drinks, asked where I had been(stopped smoking up). They were pretty cool. Me being 6'6" and 300# and having bounced at a couple night clubs, they always bugged me to join up but was not my scene. Never caused problems, they would not wear patches into most clubs in my hometown, except the strip club they owned as a front.