A/N: Bad me for starting something new. Let’s see how this does though, I’m quite excited about it. Please review and tell me what you think.

Gangland Dreams

Chapter 1

Amoung other things, I had the biggest wedgie I’d ever had in my life. Seriously, it was a miricale I was still walking. I was wearing what were possibly the shortest shorts in exsistence. At least three quarters of my butt were hanging out of these things, and they were so low rise, I swear I was showing pubic hair. And they were denim. As if I wasn’t already having enough trouble walking, I was in six inch heels. My top half was wrapped in studded leather straps that were actually clipped to my back belt loops, pulling the painful shorts even further up my butt, and exposing me even more in the front.

If I hadn’t been glued to Mesh’s side, there was no doubt in my mind that I would have fallen flat on my butt. I would kill Mesh for dressing me up like this. Actually, I think I would have killed him long ago if I didn’t love him so much. He was always dressing me up like this when he had to go meet another leader of another minor gang. I was his arm candy, his boy toy, his lover. I was his bitch. But there was a love between us, a relationship that didn’t that didn’t exsist between most gang leaders and their bitches.

I leaned heavily on him as we walked through the club. The club was where he was supposed to meet the leader of another gang we’d been friendly with for quite a while. They were going to discuss an official partnership, I think. But he wasn’t going without protection. Skitch, his second, was walking beside us, with Butch on his arm. I didn’t dislike Butch but I didn’t like him either. He’s actually a transvestite, but we all refer to him as male. It’s just easier. Walking behind us were the three ‘guards’. Bandit, Dusk, and Blitz were usually used.

“These shorts hurt my butt!” I hissed to Mesh. “Next time I choose the outfit.”

“Shh.” He replied. “You’re supposed to keep quiet! They can’t be that bad!”

“Why don’t you try them?” Not like anything I owned would ever fit him.

“Can you just hang on for a few more minutes? Then we can go home and have some fun before bed, alright?”

“If I hang on a few more minutes I won’t by able to have fun, even if you could manage to pry these things out of my ass!” I would have kicked him in the crotch at this point, and it would have hurt with my heels on, but doing so would put him out of action for that night at least, and I didn’t want that. Actually, he would play it up and not screw me for probably the next two nights, at which point his horomones couldn’t take anymore and he’d go at me until we both passed out.

“We’re at the bar now. I’ll probably be back before you finish your drink.” He helped me on to one of the high bar stools. Before I could say anything else, he winked at me and motioned to Skitch and two of our guards to come with him, walking away. One of the guards would stay behind to watch me and Butch. Dusk was chosen for this duty.

The bartender, a girl a little older than me with a disturbing amount of cleavage, came over and asked what we wanted. Butch, to the left of me, ordered a shot of brandy. I ordered a martini. Dusk, to my right, just ordered a beer.

“Not a very good drink for arm candy.” I said to Butch, who promptly gave me the finger as he knocked back his shot and ordered another. Butch was mostly male, but usually dressed like a woman. He had a lot of tattoos, drank a lot, smoked a lot, and swore like a sailor. He had dyed black hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a lot of makeup.

Dusk was fairly cute, in my opinion. He had very slightly tanned skin and black hair, making him look a bit asian. His hair went to about his chin, and was usually just left down. He had a few little gold rings in each ear, and a little gold bar in his eyebrow. He also had quite pretty grey eyes. I liked him. He was nice, just didn’t really get along with people and tended to stay at the edge of things. I think that’s called reclused, but I’m not sure. He was wearing a black muscle shirt and black jeans. I could see his tattoos, a simple black chinese symbol on his shoulder, and an arm band of swirly designs just below that. He smiled slightly at me.

Just as I finished my drink, Mesh and the others came back. Mesh grabbed me, and Skitch grabbed Butch, and we wove our way out of the club to where the two slightly beat-up cars were parked. We were, after all, only in a minor gang. Minor gangs exsisted so teenagers who had gotten stuck on the streets could survive, not to run drugs or anything.

Me, Mesh, Skitch and Butch got into the first car, Skitch driving and Mesh in shotgun. “Mesh! It hurts!” I moaned, wiggling uncomfortably.

“We’ll be at headquarters soon. Just relax and don’t think about it.”

“Easy for you to say. It hurts right now!”

“You need to whine less, Maybe.” Skitch said to me. Skitch was a bit shorter than most of the other guys, only about 5’ 7”, and always complained about it. And he said I was a whiner. He smoked a lot of weed and insisted it isn’t a real drug. Then again, he also thought that you can find evil messages that were sent to control our minds in songs if you play them backward. He had fluffy brown hair and boring brown eyes. He was usually fairly nice to me, though his pot-smoking habits weren’t my favorite thing in the world.

When we did get back, which took much less time than it seemed to, Mesh took me to our room faster than I thought physically possible. He was already horny, I could tell by the way he kissed me. He slid his tongue into my mouth, pulling me tight against him.

I fell back, pulling my shorts off and taking the leather straps off with them. I fell back on the bed and spread my legs, looking happily at my lover, who was removing his shirt. He had dark brown hair, and it was a mohawk, an actual mohawk. He often wore sunglasses, but his eyes were a dark, icy grey. Shedding his pants also, he fell into bed on top of me, his muscular body teasing my slim one.

We made love into the night.