A/N: First off, this came out of a question my friend asked me: "What do you think a croweater goes through with different members of the club?" So as I always do, I took the idea and ran with it. Thus, we have The Croweater Tales. Basically each chapter will just be a oneshot of Evelyn (called Evie) with a different member of the club and her experience with them. If a certain chapter strikes me just right, I may make a series out of it, I don't know yet. I decided to start with Opie just because I love Opie and I missed him horribly on the last two seasons of the show. I basically already have the order of the characters laid out, so I just have to work on the content. So as always, please read & review! I'd love to hear your thoughts and opinions on my idea of a croweater's interactions with the club members!
Oh and just for a reference to how Evie looks, I decided on Eva Marie (the WWE Diva) to be her official representation. So Evie looks like Eva!
Love as always, Lacey
Opie had left Evelyn- called Evie because no one actually cared to call her by her real name- in bed for three days with a bad case of severely battered vagina. Considering the differences in their statures- Opie was 6'4" and Evie was a dimunitive 5'2"- they had been a mismatch to begin with, but like a good croweater Evie had obliged him. And that left her feeling like her vagina had been ripped to shreds. She could barely open her legs without searing pain, the sign that Opie's dick had ravaged her insides and left even her stomach feeling sore.
Her petite frame meant her legs wouldn't even wrap around Opie's waist, but she managed to sort of hook her heels against his hip bones so that she had some sort of leverage while he was attempting to put her through the headboard. Shit, she could feel every thrust in her ribs. It felt good, but it also hurt like a motherfucker because he was stretching her lady parts wider than she figured she had ever been stretched. It probably wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was the biggest man she'd ever been with. But she gritted her teeth and she took it because that was what she was supposed to do, that was her job as a croweater. She may have been in the market for an unattached biker bachelor to make an old lady out of her, but she'd be damned if it would be Opie. Her poor body couldn't take more than one night a month of this bullshit.
Finally she tightened around him, and inwardly Evie breathed a sigh of relief because that meant it was over, that she would be okay. A moment later he followed suit, and then he was rolling off of her and shoving her shirt at her. "You should go." As always. Opie invariably got a bad case of guilt after each time they were together, no doubt thinking of Lyla after he'd removed himself from Evie's body. Evie, meanwhile, struggled to get herself dressed while feeling like she could barely move, and then struggled again to get up off the bed. Her joints creaked in protest, her spine cracking back into place as she managed to get to her feet and find the rest of her discarded clothing so she could leave. She honestly didn't even care about taking a shower or anything, she just wanted to get out. Finally she wrangled up all her clothes and got dressed, snatching her purse up on her way out of the room.
Once in her car, she let out a breath, trying not to think about how much her entire body hurt. Her first decision was that she wanted to go home and take a hot shower, her second that she needed to do something about her post-sex hair. She attempted to finger-comb her messy locks, cursing loudly as she saw how much her roots had grown out, a half-inch of dark brown hair peeking out from the part of her dyed-fire-engine-red hair. The color had been a bitch from the beginning, but she had done it to make herself stand out from the rest of the croweaters. How would she get noticed enough to find herself a man in the club if she looked just like everyone else? Hopefully soon someone would decide to make her his Old Lady and she could stop this charade.
Being a croweater honestly took a lot out of her. The bleaching-and-dyeing routine that had to be maintenanced every five weeks, spending most of her bartending paycheck to pay for the makeup and slutty clothes she wore every day of her life to fit the biker girl image, the self-hatred and sadness and regret she felt at times when she realized exactly what she was doing with her life, and the thoughts of the family she had left behind so many years ago in Texas when she came to California hoping to strike it big. That had tanked the first time she ran out of money and had to take up stripping to make ends meet. It was in that seedy strip club that she first met Opie, and he'd brought her back to Charming and introduced her to SAMCRO and the rest was history.
Her little trip down memory lane was interrupted as she reached her apartment building, and Evie couldn't help but smile to herself as she headed to her apartement. Her life was rough, shitty at times, but no one could ever say that Evie the croweater led a boring existence.
A/N: So what did you guys think? Let me know in the reviews!