“Oh, really? So I didn’t see you at the sex party at the Devon Destroyers then?”
“I was having a bit of fun. If I had the right girl, someone I wanted to be my Old Lady then I would treat her right, protect her and never stray.” I saw him look out of the corner of his eye towards Cammie. She was looking down at her hands, twisting them in her lap. I really needed to talk to her about what was going on with them.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Shit.” Mason swore as his phone started ringing. He pulled over to the side of the road and dug his phone out of his pocket. “Yeah?” he answered. “Now? I’ll be right there.” He sighed deeply. Once he hung up the phone, he dropped it into the cup holder and carried on driving. “We have to make a de tour.”
“Where to?” I asked, leaning forward in my seat so I could hear him better.
“Never you mind,” he growled. I looked at Cammie and she was looking at him too, I could see her lip twitching like she wanted to say something. She never would have answered back to the club brothers as she knew her place, but I got the feeling she wanted to argue with Mason just to rile him up. I smiled at the thought, it meant I was getting my Cammie back.
We turned down a dirt road and pulled up in front of a large building, it was painted white and a line of bikes were lined up outside of it.
“I won’t be long. Stay here,” he said looking between me and Cammie. We both nodded and he climbed out of the car and walked away. Cammie turned in her seat and looked over at Liam, smiling when she saw that he was fast asleep.
“What’s going on with you two?” I asked, not beating around the bush. She looked down and she was worrying her lip between her teeth. “Talk to me, do you like him?”
“I… I think so. I’m not sure, he’s sweet.” She looked at me. “He scared the hell out of me a couple days ago when he came to our room when you were at the party. I thought he was going to hurt me, take what he wanted from me.”
“He’s not like that,” I told her, placing my hand over hers. Mason was a good guy, he cared about people, and he wouldn’t hurt her intentionally. But then, what did I know, Blade said he would never hurt me and that’s exactly what he did. They’re meant to protect their Old Ladies and he just up and left me and Liam.
“But to him, I’m probably just a club whore, someone to have a good time with and I can’t even give him that… Not yet.”
“Talk to him, tell him how you feel. Does he know what happened?” She shook her head wildly.
“He doesn’t need to know.” She turned herself around in her seat, ending the conversation. I pressed my back into the car seat and looked over at Liam. He was sleeping peacefully, not a care in the world. I had to stay strong, for him. He needed me and I couldn’t break down and stop caring for him. It still hurt like hell, Blade leaving us, my heart was in pieces and I didn’t know how I was going to get over him. Time was a healer, that’s what people said. It had only been a week.
We had been sitting in the car waiting for Mason for over an hour.
“I’m going to find him,” I said as I pushed my door open and stepped out. Liam had woken up ten minutes ago and Cammie was trying to entertain him, he was getting fussy and I didn’t want to be sitting around waiting for Mason. If he was busy then I’d take the car and come and pick him up later. I walked towards the main door and pushed it open. I came to a small reception area with a few scattered chairs and no one sitting at the desk. I furrowed my brow and carried on walking. The next room I came to was an office, with a large mahogany desk, a small sofa and several book cases, the room was empty so I carried on through the next door. I walked into what looked like a cinema room, there was rows of chairs and a large flat screen TV on the wall. I thought it was strange at how all of these rooms were empty. I carried on and as I was about to open up the next door I could hear voices, one sounding like Mason. I pushed the door open and came into a large open space, I looked around and there were several little rooms covering all the walls, with no doors. All I saw was women, scantily dressed and talking to themselves.
“Ah, she’s perfect,” a man called out as he walked towards me, “Dom must have sent her.” He grabbed the top of my arm and began dragging me towards another room. Just as we were about to walk in, Mason looked over his shoulder and his eyes connected with mine.
“Nope, she’s here for me,” he said as he stepped closer to the older man, who had a fake tan and overly bright clothes on.
“You can’t have her, just because you want her for yourself. We need another girl for the scene.”
“The scene? What’s going on? What is this place?” I asked, looking around. Mason stepped closer to me and pulled me away from the other guy.
“She’s an Old Lady. She’s looking for me,” he growled and the other guy stepped away, hands raised in surrender. Mason spun me around to look at me. “What are you doing in here?”
“I came to look for you, Liam is fussing and I need to feed him. What is this place?” I asked, looking around again.
“It’s club business,” he answered.
“Don’t give me none of that shit, tell me.” He sighed and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. He stepped closer to me so only I could hear him.
“You need to remember, I am the VP of the club that took you in, giving you a place to stay, food to eat. You do not talk to me like that, got it?” He surprised me, he had never spoken to me that way before, maybe I was wrong about him, maybe Cammie shouldn’t trust him. I lowered my head, not looking at him, turned around and started walking away.
“Heather,” he called out on a sigh. I stopped in my tracks, I had to obey him; we had no-where else to go. I’d do what was needed to keep a roof over my head for my son. I felt him at my back and his hands ran up and down my arms soothingly, trying to calm me down. “I’m sorry,” he apologised.
“Doesn’t matter,” I muttered, not turning around. I wouldn’t get too attached to any of these guys, I didn’t know when any of them would up and leave, get killed or throw us out. I’d do what I was told until I could figure out a plan. I stepped away from him and he grabbed a hold of my hand.
“I’ll tell you.” He spun me around to look at him.
“No, I know my place. I’m no longer an Old Lady.” I turned back around and pulled my hand free from him.
“Well, look who’s here.” Solar smirked as he walked towards us. “Getting in the porn business?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“That’s what this is?” I asked, eyes wide from my surprise.
“Yep. Let me show you around.” He winked at me, took hold of my hand and led me to each room. “This is Kitty, she’s in the cleaning room.” I looked at him confused. “There’s a web cam set up, guys log on to the website and pay to watch her clean in a skimpy outfit.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
“That’s it, that’s all she does? She gets paid for that?” He nodded and led me to another room. This one had a woman dressed in leather and holding a whip.
“This is Dana in our dominatrix room, she pretends to whip the guys, giving them orders. It’s one of the rooms with microphones,” he whispered. I nodded, understanding that he didn’t want me to speak. We walked away and I asked;
“So, they just get watched? No actual physical contact?”
“It depends on how much they are looking to make. This room,” he nodded his head to the right and we walked in that direction, “Is one of the highest paid jobs.” I looked into the room and saw a man stretched out on what looked like a massage table, he had one girl sitting on his face and the other straddled his hips. They were both moving and moaning. I looked at Solar and he put his finger over his lips telling me to be quiet. I went to walk away when he stopped me, he stood behind me and I felt his lips brush against my ear.
“These girls get to have fun and make money. It’s hot, isn’t it?” I squirmed in front of him. My body burned and tingled with excitement. He led me away and once we were nowhere near th
at room, I stopped him.
“What was up the other night?” I asked. He looked at me blankly. “I threw myself at you and you walked away. You show me around here, get me hot and bothered by standing so close and…”
“I’m not looking for an Old Lady,” he snapped.
“I don’t want to be one, I just want to have some fun!” I shouted back, remembering that I wasn’t supposed to talk to the brothers this way.
“Well, you won’t be getting much fun at the clubhouse.” He walked away and I ran to catch up with him, pulled on his arm to stop him from walking.
“What does that mean?” He looked over his shoulder and then back at me.
“We’ve had our orders to stay away from you and Cammie.”
“WHAT?” I screamed, looking around for Mason. I couldn’t see him anywhere so I stormed back to the car. He was outside talking to Cammie who had Liam cradled in her arms. I was fuming and I didn’t care how I wasn’t supposed to talk to him. “MASON!” He looked up as I ran towards him. “How dare you warn the guys off us, if I want to have some fun it should be my choice, no one else’s.” Cammie looked up at Mason when I shouted at him.
“You warned them off both of us?” she asked.
“Yeah, you’re mine,” he said looking at Cammie, “and I didn’t want you making a mistake, one you would regret with a one night stand,” he said to me. I looked at Cammie and I couldn’t tell if she was pissed at what he said or if she was happy about it.
“That’s my decision to make!” I snapped.
“Heather, he’s coming back.” Cammie said as she grabbed hold of one of my hands.
“What?” I whispered. Had she spoken to him? Did she know he was leaving?
“He’ll be back, I just know he will be. He wouldn’t leave you and Liam.” I shook my head.
“He’s gone. Forever.” I grabbed Liam and got back in the car. I didn’t feel like going out for the day, I wanted to go and hide away from everyone for a few hours.
Mason
The girls had been living at the clubhouse for a month, they had settled in well. They helped out with the cooking and cleaning in exchange for a place to stay and money. I was waiting in the tattoo/piercing shop that we had on the compound, I was waiting for a customer when I heard the bell on the door chime. I looked up and into a set of bright blue eyes, my face erupted into a large smile. I stood up and made my way towards Cammie. I leant down to give her a gentle kiss on the lips and pulled her in close for a cuddle. I always felt better when I had her in my arms. She came to me a couple of weeks ago and laid it all out there, told me that she was feeling things for me she had never felt before and that it scared her. She said she had been through a rough time and she wasn’t ready for a physical relationship. I had hoped she would have told me what had happened but she didn’t. I wouldn’t push her, she’d tell me when the time was right. She made it clear that she would not tolerate me sleeping with other people, especially the club bunnies. I hadn’t had sex for over five weeks, after that experience with Penny I didn’t bother again. I only wanted Cammie and for now my only release was my own hand.
“What you doing here?” I asked her.
“I’ve come to clean up,” she smiled at me.
“Babe, this place is cleaner than the kitchen,” I chuckled. “It has to be sterile.”
“Oh, I’ll leave you to it then.” She went to walk away as the door opened and she came face to face with a dark haired girl, tanned complexion and not a lot of clothing.
“Hi, I’m here for my eleven o’clock appointment.” She had a high pitched voice that went straight through me, like nails on a chalk board.
“Nice to meet you,” I said as I shook her hand. She stepped in closer to me, not releasing my hand and whispered in my ear.
“The pleasure is all mine. I want to suck your cock as a way of appreciation.” I cleared my throat, pulled my hand out of hers and stepped away.
“Go on in and make yourself comfortable.” I pointed to the room where I had my equipment set up.
“What is she having done?” Cammie asked, hands on her hips.
“She’s having her clit pierced,” I told her.
“Oh.” She bit the inside of her lip and looked down at the floor.
“You’re not jealous, are you?” I smirked as I pulled her lip free and kissed her.
“Of having a needle shoved through my clit, I don’t think so,” she scoffed.
“It won’t take long. Wait here for me?” I asked her. She nodded and made herself comfortable behind the counter. Flicking through an old magazine, a motorcycle one. I laughed and walked back into the room to get this over with.
Heather
I decided I wanted to do something different and daring today. I had a rough couple of days, missing Blade and not knowing what I was going to do with my life, my future. I headed into the tattoo/ piercing shop, which funnily enough didn’t have a name. People called it the CC shop.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” I asked as I walked in the door and saw Cammie sitting behind the counter.
“Mase is working, he asked me to stay. What are you doing here? Where’s Liam?”
“He’s asleep so Carla said she would watch him.”
“So, what are you doing here?” she asked again.
“I…”
“I said no! GET THE FUCK OUT!” We both looked towards the back room when we heard Mason’s booming voice shouting. A few seconds later a girl walked out, looking uncomfortable, threw some money at Cammie and stormed away. We both waited for Mason to appear and when he didn’t we walked back to his room.
“You ok?” Cammie asked, walking towards him. He pulled her in close to him and placed his lips on her neck. I had seen him do this a couple of times, it was almost like a way for him to calm down. She cradled his head close to her, running her hands through his dark hair.
“What happened?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“Stupid bitch wanted to suck my cock.”
“Oh, how terrible for you,” I laughed. Which caused Cammie to giggle too. They broke apart and he did not look impressed.
“There is only one set of lips I want wrapped around my cock,” he said as he swept his finger over Cammie’s bottom lip.
“Sorry, been there, done that,” I giggled. He shot a warning glare at me and I silenced my giggling. When Cammie finally admitted her feelings for Mason she came to me, to ask if it would make things weird between us as I had dated him previously. I told her not to worry about it at all, that I saw him more like a best friend now and we were together over ten years ago. He would always be special to me, we both lost our virginity to each other, but that seemed like a whole other life ago.
“What you doing here?” Mason asked, looking at me.
“I want a piercing,” I told him. His eyebrows rose and he cocked his head to the side. “I want my tongue and nipples pierced.”
“You can’t breastfeed if you have them pierced,” he told me.
“I don’t breastfeed.”
“Are you sure about this?” Cammie asked, stepping closer to me and away from Mason. I nodded my head.
“Well, sit in the chair then.” Mason said as he patted the seat for me. “Which do you want doing first?”
“Which one hurts more?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulder. “Come on, you’ve had both done.”
“You have your nipples pierced?” Cammie asked him.
“Just one. I didn’t have the barbell in the other night,” he winked at her and she blushed.
“Do my tongue first,” I said. I sat back in the chair and thought it couldn’t have hurt any more than childbirth, right?
Half an hour later and I was all done. “Your tongue swelling will go down in about ten days. Make sure you keep your nipples well cleaned, use this solution on them in the shower. Don’t play with the barbells as you can infect them and a salt water solution will help speed up the healing time.”
“What is the healing time?”<
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“For your tongue, about three weeks. For your nipples, between six to eight weeks.” I nodded and we all left the shop. Mason and Cammie hand in hand.
Mason
We were sitting in a church meeting when the intercom buzzed and I was closest to it so I stood up and pressed the button. I was happy this morning, lying in bed with my girl, I had put a claim on her last week, officially. After she had shown me her jealousy side in my shop, I knew she was the one for me. I didn’t want to scare her off with the Old Lady title quite yet.
“This better be good, we’re in the middle of church,” I growled to Drake, the prospect that was manning the gates.
“Sorry, VP. The police are here.”
“Have you let them in?” I asked.
“No, I wanted to contact you first.”
“They’re the police, you always let them in. We ain’t got nothing to hide.” I shook my head at the no common sense coming from this guy. I turned back towards the table. “Pigs are here.”
Prez slammed his gavel down on the table and we all exited the room closing the door behind us. If you weren’t a member of the club, you wouldn’t know there was a door there, it blended in with the walls. The room was for club brothers only. We weren’t phased by the police turning up, we had a guy on the inside, Brett. He’s a biker, joins in with parties when he isn’t on shift. We had nothing to hide, the porn business was all legit and we had partnerships in strip clubs and dance clubs, which kept us ticking over nicely. Our hands weren’t tied in nothing illegal at present. I headed towards the main doors, Prez and the brothers following. I was pleased to see Brett climbing out of his car along with a female police officer. She was tall, slim with short dark hair. I saw out of the corner of my eye Tat and Toes rubbing their hands together, they started jeering and cat calling. The Prez soon shut them up and ordered them inside.
“Brett, good to see you, man,” I said as we shook hands.
“Alright?” he asked in his Cornish accent. Shaking Prez’s hand too. The female officer stayed near the car.
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