Chad looked in the box and immediately recognized the Cobra's logo on
the black leather jacket, underneath the jacket, Chad found a clean
white t-shirt, old jeans with a steel chain and padlock for a
belt,white socks, beat up black leather boots, a bandana, and a leash
and collar. The collar had a dog tag on it.
"Mujerzuela? Perra Del Jefe?" he read the two lines on the tag and
shrugged. He put the lid back on the box and checked his watch. He
couldn't wait to change into the outfit, and meet his secret admirer.
The bell rang, and Chad grabbed his stuff, and raced out of the
classroom. He was surprised to see some of the Cobra gang members
hanging around outside his classroom. The laughed as he rushed by. He
noted that they were wearing the bandanas on their heads and not
around their necks as he had planned. He'd be sure to do it right. He
turned the key in the lock and stepped into the dark field house. He
groped with his hand and found the light switch. A single spotlight
lit the middle of the dirt floor.
Chad had locked the door behind him. So he felt comfortable stripping
in the empty field house. He pulled on the boxers first, they were a
couple sizes too small, but they showed off his assets better that
way. The jeans were too big, they hung too loose, so Chad pulled them
up and cinched the chain belt tight. He used the padlock to hold the
links together, but didn't lock it, as there was no key with the
padlock. The t-shirt was too small too. The dog collar felt weird, and
the leash hung down hitting his butt every time he moved. The bandana
was next, it took a couple tries to tie it right. Then he pulled the
socks and boots on. They were just his size. The leather jacket had an
odd smell - it smelled like another guy, kind of garlicky and spicy
and a bit like sandalwood. He glanced at the name embroidered on the
jacket.
"El Diablo? She must've stolen the Cobra's gangleader's jacket. I bet
she'll want to do some really kinky stuff."
"You win that bet, Mujerzuela, if by she, you mean your secret
admirer?" a Mexican accented male voice said. It added, "If you're
betting on where your admirer is a "she", then you lose."
There's a roar of laughter, as Chad spins around to face the entire
Cobra Gang. His jaw drops. All the gang members are wearing their
jackets, except for the tough wiry gang leader "El Diablo" who was
wearing only a wife beater t-shirt, gold jewelry, jeans and boots.
He's the only one not grinning. He's staring right at Chad, and
licking his lips. Chad's blood runs cold as he stares into El Diablo's
eyes. He doesn't like where this seems to be headed.
"Uh, listen guys, I think there's been a mistake," Chad said reaching
for his clothes.
"You're wearing my jacket," El Diablo said softly.
"Oh, is this your jacket," Chad said starting to remove the jacket.
"Only me or something that belongs to me wears my jacket," El Diablo
said.
"Yeah, I didn't know, you can have your-"
"Stop," El Diablo says. He blows into a gold whistle hanging from a
chain. Chad freezes, "Talon, perra."
Chad understood that El Diablo had said "Heel, bitch." Then he dropped
to a squatting subservient position.