
His boots echoed on the new boardwalk as the entrance grew near. It was an unusually warm New Years eve and the pungent scent of the harbor hung in the quiet fog. The heavy doors of the Cantina were opened wide leaving only the western style swinging gates to fill the space as he slammed through them and bellowed “Where’s that godamned Bandit.” The night was young and his thunderous voice filled the air. Marko spun from his security office chair and was half way down the bar before anyone else even had time to look up. Mandy rolled her fingers like a gun fighter hovering above a holster, trying to decide whether to toss Marko the tonfa as he passed by. Marko instinctively new on site the strangers posture was not of aggression and waved off the doorman collecting tickets for the New Year Soiree.
“You must be James”, Marko recalled Bandit’s story of meeting a tall man in the desert and inviting him to the party.
“That’s right” extending his hand to Marko “James Strike but, everyone calls me Striker.”
“Bandit is not here yet, but help yourself to the buffet and a drink.” The band was setting up the stage as Striker settled onto a stool near the stout oak column of the bar and caught his first glimpse of Mandy’s tight curves.
“What’s your poison Striker” Nyla’s voice was full of excitment, she had been waiting for this party and was in high spirits.
Bandit stepped out into the warm air, took a deep breath, and a contented smirk filled his face as he straddled the ’66 bobber. Standing with arms waist level on the high bars he laid his number 12 on the kicker and brought the 100-inch beast to life. The trouble in Sostetomar faded behind him and as he passed Molholland and rolled on the throttle. The ocean breeze felt cool on his face as he continued south on the PCH toward home. He knew it was going to be one of those golden nights.
“A shot of Jack and a cold draft please Ma’am,” Striker said.
Nyla caught Strikers gaze following the road of Mandy’s ample breasts as she pulled the tall tap. Sliding the shot across the shinning bar top and setting the beer on a Cantina napkin she whispered “she loves girls” and quickly spun to fill another order.
I love Harleys, that doesn’t stop me from riding something else now and then, Striker thought continuing to admire Mandy’s short but voluptuous body.

Striker felt like an overfilled water balloon about to burst. He couldn’t decide what to have from the unbelievable feast Bandit supplied at the buffet, so he had filled the jumbo stoneware platter with some of everything. As he finished the last morsel he spotted the moment he was waiting for. Mandy had just glimpse over her shoulder to see Nyla bouncing toward her from the galley. Nyla turned a instant later as slipped behind bar, leaving Mandy in waiting. Striker quickly moved in to gently lay his hand on Mandy’s back. Mandy purred and eased her perfectly round ass back to him and slowly stood up. Striker slightly tightened his grip on the small of her back, making her immediately aware the island sized paw was definite not Nyla. She spun placing their bodies tightly together, vision eclipsed as her 5′ 2″ frame aligned with his broad chest. Anger started to well up until her emerald eyes met his and the emotion melted to a warm glow as she was lost in his gentle deep blue gaze.
Outside Tina had just arrived and was forced to park behind the garage as the crowd was growing. Stepping from her car she was suddenly snatched from her feet and swept off into the darkness. Slamming down on the rear quarter panel of a black corvette.
“You think you can just take my job and toss me aside like yesterdays news?” She knew it was Slick.
“Let go of me you piece of shit!” She was instantly filled with adrenalin strength that the wiry man could not begin to handle. She landed a open hand to his cheek with a loud crack.
Using the full weight of his body to push her against the dirty black vette, his arm wound wide to his side and began its journey to her creamy soft face only to make an abrupt halt. Pain shot up Slick Steve’s arm like a hot wire. It felt as though his bony elbow collided with a steel anvil, as a lightning quick hand blocked his swing. By the time the pain seceded Slick’s arm was already behind him. His head snapped back by an clinched hand full of his oily hair.
“I played you straight. I saved your ass, payed your wages, and gave you a free ride to safety, you stupid muthafucker.” Just then a black van came to a screeching stop in the alley. The side door slid open and Slick Steve was shoved in. It sped away as a San Pedro towing truck backed into the Cantina parking lot. The driver slipped out of the cab quietly and without a word began to hook up to the Corvette.
Mandy was only beginning to escape the trance induced by Striker as Bandit pushed through the swinging gates. Many didn’t know the mysterious Bandit, but suspected from the employee reaction that it was the owner. Nyla quickly found his arms just as his voice thundered, “Happy New Year everyone, lets party!”