Bikers and Tinsel

Oh no.

“I say we do it.” Ciara giggles, rubbing her hands together.

“Oh, I’m in!” Addi grins.

“Oh God, this isn’t wise,” Serenity says, rubbing her head anxiously.

“Yeah, are we sure we trust them?” I mumble.

“Just think of it like this...we get to return the favor.” Addison winks at me.

“You make a good point,” I admit.

“Oh, come on ladies, let’s have some fun!”

“All right,” I say, clapping. “I’m game.”

“Me too!” Serenity says.

“So, who’s going first?” Muff grins, wiggling his brows.

“We are!” I say.

They all look at me. “Well,” I explain, “we need to know how bad we can get back at them.”

“Smart girl.” Spike grins. “Okay, boys, let’s do this. Girls, out of the spa.”

With a load of giggles, we all get out of the spa and rush inside Addison and Cade’s cabin to find some warmth. It’s freezing out, and the inside of the cabin is fully heated. We all huddle in, and dry ourselves, finding some clothes before forming a group in the living room. The guys are all huddled together, talking amongst themselves, laughing and nodding. I don’t even want to know what they have planned. Muff looks over his shoulder at me, and gives me a little wink before joining back in.

“Ugh, it’s so sickening.” Serenity grins, stepping up beside me.

“What is?”

“The way he looks at you. It’s kind of gross.”

“Oh, you can talk.” I laugh. “Jackson eye-rapes you every time you walk in the room.”

She laughs loudly. “Yeah, he kind of does, doesn’t he?”

“Ew!” Addison mumbles.

“I’d like to think Spike still eye-rapes me.” Ciara sighs.

“Oh, he does!” We all say at once.

“Right, ladies, your challenge has been set,” Jackson says, turning and facing us. All the guys follow suit.

“God, I’m nervous now,” Serenity says.

“Don’t be, darlin’.” Jackson grins at her. “We’ll be nice.”

“So hit us,” I say, rubbing my cool arms. “What are we going to do?”

“Your challenge,” Spike grins, “is to do the ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ dance for us, half naked.”

I snort loudly, and the girls beside me do the same. “Seriously?” Addison says.

“Seriously.” Cade winks at her. “We’re bikers - what did you think we’d ask you to do?”

“Damn bikers,” Ciara mutters.

“So, you either accept the challenge,” Muff grins, “or you accept defeat.”

“Oh hell no,” I say, taking the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head. “Ain’t no biker bringing us girls down!”

All the guys’ eyes widen, and I’m almost sure that without the alcohol, I wouldn’t be doing this. The girls watch me for a moment, and then Serenity follows my lead, and lifts her shirt, too. Soon, we’re all standing in our bra and pants, watching Addison. She groans, and rubs her little belly. “I’m too fat.”

“Baby,” Cade growls. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful. Now get it off.”

“We can leave her out,” Jackson grunts. “She is my daughter, after all.”

“Shut it, Jack’s,” Cade snaps. “You get to perv on your girl, I get to perv on mine.”

Jackson grumbles, but they all turn back to us. Addison decides to leave her shirt on, and the rest of us refuse to remove the pants. They can have the bras, and the bodies, but they’re not getting the whole deal. We all line up. We know the sexy dance—most women do. We’re about to start, when Spike lifts his hand. “Oh, we forgot to add, you have to sing it...and you have to sing the dirty version.”

Oh.

Crap.

“No way!” Serenity breathes. “I can’t sing.”

“No choice, baby.” Jackson grins.

“Aw, come on,” I cry, looking at Muff, pleading with him. His eyes are watching me, and he’s got a lazy smile on his face.

“Start singing, baby,” he purrs.

“I hate you,” I mouth.

He winks at me, and Spike claps his hands. “Come on, ladies - unless you’re willing to accept that you couldn’t beat a bunch of old dirty bikers.”

“Wankers,” Addison mutters.

“We can do this, girls,” Ciara says, crossing her arms. “We got this down.”

“Do you all know the...dirty version?” I say.

They all laugh. “Who doesn’t?”

“True.”

“Okay.” Addison claps. “Let’s make these men eat their words.”

All four men sit down on the couch and lean back, putting their hands behind their heads and watching us with cocky smirks. We all form our line again, and then we begin to sing.

“Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Santa’s got a hickey on the end of his cock, Mrs. Claus is pregnant, the elves are all gay, and Prancer’s humping Rudolph in the back of the sleigh.”

We all twist our hips and jump to the side, slapping our asses. The bikers cheer.

“Giddy up, jingle horse, pick up your feet, jingle around the clock. Mix and a mingle to the jingle horse beat...”