by Eden Rose
“So bossy.”
Chantal comes to stand between my legs and puts her hands on my shoulders. I relish the feeling of her hot skin as it brands mine. Her scent overcomes my nose and I shiver from the fresh scent and the smell of Chantal.
I place my hands on her hips and pull her in closer to me. I know that I need to come clean on a lot of things but I’m worried as fuck that she’s going to think that this is too much for her to put up with. She’s a civilian and has never been around a club like mine. She has no idea what is about to happen with Smokey and now Big Sir’s retaliation.
“We have something, right?” I ask her.
Her wet hair makes the pink of her hair look darker than normal but she looks innocent. I like her looking innocent with just a bra on and a pair of tight jeans that are still unbuttoned. “I don’t know…”
I bring her closer to me and she comes willingly. I know that I haven’t made any promises to her and I’m not about to start doing that but I need her to know that I’m not just using her as a hole. “Baby, you know that you’re not just some hole that I stuff, right?”
“I hope I’m not…” she admits.
“Things are about to get crazy around here and I need to know that you’re going to be here when I get home. I meant it when I said that I like having you in my space. I do. I like sharing my bed with you.”
“What are you saying? You’re still paying me for the job, right? I need that money to pay more on Big Sir. I can’t have him coming clean to my parents what I’m doing.”
I’m quick to reassure her. “Of course. I wouldn’t fucking back out on our deal. I’m not an asshole.”
“So, are you saying that you want to get to know me or something?” She’s really fucking cute when she doesn’t know what to say. I like looking at her all confused.
I shrug and notice that this isn’t going to be something that I’m going to win. It’s time to let it go and let it happen if it’s going to happen. Who knows?
Chantal
With whatever the fuck my relationship is with Joe up in the air, going to this party is kind of intimidating. What am I supposed to be doing here? What if people look at me like I’m a lost lamb or something?
Damn it.
I tug at my form fitting tank top in order for it to not hug my stomach too much. I get so nervous around a bunch of people that I don’t know and it’s starting to freak me out.
Joe’s walking in front of me with his hand held out to the back for me to grab it. Grasping at it like it’s a lifeline, I allow him to lead me into the common area where there’s loud music playing. I can hear the sound of the pool balls binging against each other as they go down the slots. Also, there’s a strong odor of cheap perfume, men’s deodorant and stale alcohol that’s hanging in the air.
“If this gets to be too much, let me know and I will take you back to the room. I need to be here.”
I nod my head and follow him as he leads us over to the bar. As soon as he gets to the bar, the guy that was sitting on the bar stool closest to us, jumps off. I smile a little inside because it made me think that we must be someone important. Joe pulls the bar stool out for me to sit on it and then he picks me up by the waist to sit me down.
“All right, I think I’m going to need something to drink,” I murmur out loud but I’m answered when a beer comes flying from the end of the bar towards me. “Thanks,” I call down the bar and try to see who did it.
At the end of the bar where the beer came from, I peer down and see a bunch of people. There are men sitting on bar stools with women in their laps. There are also men that are quite possibly fucking women on the pool tables that are next to the bar and my eyes widen.
This is totally crazy! How can they be so blatant and out there with their sex life? I don’t understand.
I pull out my phone in my super tight pocket and tap out a message to Jen. I need my friend to give me the courage to be here.
ME: tell me I’m not stupid for getting turned on watching people have sex?
JEN: are you watching porn?
I actually consider this question. It could be considered porn since they are legitimately having sex in front of me. I don’t even think they care about it.
With a quick look around, I notice that not one person in here seems to have a problem with it. Hell, they are acting as if it’s completely normal. Well, I guess to them it is.
JEN: don’t tease me and not tell me all of the dirty details. Girl, you gotta get some soon. That
JEN: boy is hotter than fucking hades. I would let him fuck me any time.
ME: jesus, let me at least type the message!
JEN: you could have told me right there what you’re watching hooker face
ME: people at the clubhouse are having sex out in the open and i’m… well, getting turned on
JEN: nothing wrong with that. Go for it. You might like him
My liking Joe isn’t the problem. What my problem is that he’s paying me for a job and I’m over here lusting after him like some bitch in heat. What then? Does that make me a hooker because he’s paying me for a job but yet we have sex?
I think it does!
Truthfully, what I don’t understand is how horny it’s getting me.
Joe smirks and then leans in to whisper in my ear. “It’s okay to like it. They want you to like it. That’s why they are fucking out here.”
My face burns from the embarrassment of him catching me being a voyeur. “So, they do this all the time?” I ask him in his ear. I don’t want others to hear me asking all of these questions because then they might find out that I’m not actually with Joe. Romantically, that is.
“Yeah. Everyone does. Sometimes, we are just a pile of bodies at the end of the night. Nothing wrong with fucking, Chantal. Nothing wrong with liking it, either. These people know what they want and go for it.”
When I don’t say anything because my little brain can’t keep up, he whispers in my ear to taunt me. “You like it, don’t you? Do you want everyone in here to watch me bend you over the bar and fuck you so hard that they could feel it?”
“What if I do?” I’m so nervous that I’m enjoying this freedom of being with Joe and then when this is all over, I’m just going to be plain old me again. The boring hacking prodigy from a boring town and boring family. Just boring Chantal. Hell, I don’t think I could go back.
Just being with Joe for the past couple of weeks, has tapped a huge waterfall of curiosity and sexual fantasies that I never knew that I had. Who knew that I would be interested in taking off my jeans and sitting on Joe’s lap in front of all of his brothers and their… women?
I sure the hell didn’t.
The Bear
I’m definitely enjoying watching Chantal at this party. She’s about three beers in and her lips are starting to loosen up so she’s talking more. Right now, she’s knee deep in conversation with Britney and I think that they might just hit it off.
I take this time to lean in and ask her if I can go mingle. “Are you okay here, baby?” I ask her close enough to her ear so she could hear me over the thump of the bass from the rock music.
She turns in her chair and shoos me away with her hands. “I’m good. Britney is going to show me around.”
I look at Britney close enough for her to know that I’m not fucking around and let her know what can and cannot be talked about. “Brit, you need to be nice and on your best behavior. No bringing that bitch, Val, with you either. I hate that stupid slut.”
Britney nods her little redhead and then smiles sweetly at me. “Sure thing, Bear. I will show her around and then bring her back to you.”
I lean in and drop my lips onto Chantal’s mouth. I don’t give her a second to breathe as I’m massaging the opening to her lips with my tongue. On a gasp, her lips open and I invade her mouth. I drop my hands to her hips and squeeze them to the point where she hisses from the pleasure and pain all in one.
“Damn! Let her breathe, prez!” Q’ Ba
ll calls out.
I break the kiss and then look down at her flushed face. “Be a good girl, and I will see you in a little bit.”
I spin on my heels and walk over to Flip who is talking to a new girl that I’ve never seen before. “Hey, man,” I call out to him and he turns his head to look at me.
His mohawk that he styles every day flaps a little with his head movement and he glares at me. “I’m a little busy right now.”
“Go get us a beer, doll,” I say to the pretty blonde that had her tits in Flip’s face. Her hair is bleached blonde and I can tell that she colors it a lot because it looks rough. The girl has a nice body though. I can see why Flip was talking to her.
Flip looks pissed off at me as the girl climbs off of his lap and he glares at me. “Was that necessary? Don’t you have Pinky to be making out with right now?” He barks at me.
“Oooh! I love it when you get blue balls! You get so feisty,” I tease him. I sit on the chair that is next to him and stretch out a little. “I’m over here because I need you to do me a favor.”
“What’s the favor?” He groans.
The blonde comes back with two beers in her hands and she’s got a big smile on her face. “Here, Bear and Flip,” she coos while handing it to us.
“Thanks, doll,” Flip and I answer in unison.
As soon as she’s out of earshot, I let him know what the favor is. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow with Smokey and all of that. What I need you is a promise that you will lead this club if something happens to me.”
“What the fuck are ya talking about?” He spits out.
I shrug my shoulders and then look towards the door where Chantal just came out of. “I don’t know what’s going to happen with Smokey or Big Sir. Let’s face it, I could be fuckin’ gunned down tomorrow. I need to know that the club is in good hands. Can you promise me that?”
Flip nods his head and then reaches into his cut pocket. He pulls out a baggy full of pot and puts it on the table in front of him. “Want to smoke a blunt?”
That’s the thing I love about Flip. Even though I’m concerned about the fate of this fuckin’ club, he’s willing to smoke a blunt with me. It could be a war out there, and he would still be in here asking the brothers to smoke with him. “Sure.”
He begins to break up the weed and I get the blunt stick ready to be rolled. This is something that I miss. The fun parts about being brothers with these guys. Sure, I love my job as president, but sometimes I like skipping on all of the bull shit politics.
Chantal and Britney are still deep in conversation and I can see that the both of them are talking about something serious. Chantal keeps looking over at me with a worried look in her eyes and then back towards Val and Kate who are trying to find someone to fuck.
Did I put that look of insecurities in her eyes? Did I make her think that she wasn’t enough for me? I know that’s what she’s thinking right now. Women like her that are not used to club life think that all men are attracted to the fast pussy.
There was a time that I would feast on the quick pussy but now that I’ve been with Chantal, they don’t even appeal to me. It’s hard to explain. Actually, it’s not. I like the fact that Chantal hasn’t been with hundreds of men and a majority of my brothers. I like the fact that when she looks at me, she doesn’t pay attention to the patch I have. Hell, I don’t even think she cares about it.
“Hey, Pinky!” A few of the brothers call out to her and she looks over her shoulder to wave at them shyly. Yeah, she’s pretty shy.
It’s fucking adorable.
Flip clears his throat and then draws my attention back to him. “Are you going to talk to me or were you just cock blocking me from the chick?”
I get off the chair and stretch my back out so I’m at my full height. I begin to walk away as I’m talking to him. “I just wanted to make sure that you were on ball with me, is all. Anyways, I’ve got something interesting to take care of.”
“Hey, prez?” Flip calls out to me. I look at him closely. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think Smokey could have done it on his own. He’s not fucking smart enough to do that.”
“Yeah, man. I was thinking the same thing. Do you know something?”
Slice takes this opportunity to walk up to Chantal and Britney and wraps his arms around them both. Britney is loving it but Chantal turns rigid.
“Just an idea, prez. That’s all. You never know these days.”
Chantal
Have you ever been talking to someone that is telling you everything that you don’t want to hear but you still stay there? That’s me. Britney has been non stop talking about everything that revolves around Joe. A lot of it are things that I don’t know about.
“So, how do you feel about him fuckin’ half of the girls in the club and tryin’ out the new talent at the strip club?”
I choke on my beer that I’m currently drinking. “Excuse me?” I must have heard her wrong. There’s no way that she actually said that he’s fucking half of the strip club or club… Or whatever the fuck she said.
Britney tosses her hair back and points over to a group of girls that are resting on the wall. All of them are wearing clothes but those clothes are doing nothing to hide anything. I can see one woman’s breasts as they pop out of her tank top and another’s va-hoo-hoo.
“It’s not a big deal. A lot of presidents dabble with the help. It’s not like they want to wife them up or anything.”
I swallow the rest of the contents of my beer and choke it down. What the hell? “Oh, uh, that’s good.” I furrow my brows and try to think of something to say that would totally change the topic. Truth is, I’m not comfortable with hearing about all of the women that Joe has fucked before me.
Everything is just starting to wear down on me. The pressure from owing Big Sir money. Finding out who is trying to kill Joe. Getting the ever loving shit fucked out of me deliciously by Joe. Now worrying about whether or not I will be anything to him other than a piece of ass.
All of these thoughts are warring against each other in my mind and I’m trying to fight them away to just be here right now. I’m trying to not allow the what ifs to prevent me from experiencing something that I have never experienced before.
Obviously, I know that I’m just some piece of convenience ass to him but I was hoping… I don’t know. I was hoping that it was something more to him. I want him to want me as much as I want him. It sucks beyond belief that I want something more than him but then that conversation happened earlier today… Maybe it is possible…
However, I know myself and every time I see another girl around him, I’m going to wonder if he fucked them.
Britney must realize that she’s upset me because she takes my bottle out of my hand and sets it down on a nearby table. She places her hand on my shoulder and forces me to look her in the eye. I notice that she has a full face of freckles and pouty lips that make me jealous. Her eyes remind me of a china doll’s and I’m envious over how beautiful she is.
I fight the urge to straighten my hair out or even go back to the room to apply some lip gloss. Am I as pretty as she is? If what she’s saying is true, then that must mean that she and Joe hooked up. Right?
“Did you guys hook up?” I ask her and draw out the words that I’m saying. I want to know but then I don’t want to know at the same time. It’s a strange conundrum.
She looks at me through her beautiful eyes and then nods her head at me. “We did. A few times. It was nothing. It’s not as if he had me staying in his room or anything. Now, the other girls that are here, they would totally stab you in the neck to get him to wife them up.”
“Well, I guess I’m lucky I’m good in bed, aren’t I?” I didn’t mean to sound snarky but now I’m remembering why I prefer hacking over actual human contact. This is tiring and it’s starting to kill me a little.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I have such a big mouth! I didn’t mean to upset you or anything.”
I looke
d at her closely and saw that she was being sincere with her apology and it made me feel a little better. “No, I’m sorry for being a bitch. I’m new to all of this and I have no idea what to expect.”
Britney throws her arm over my shoulder and leads me into another room. My eyes adjust to the darkness of the room but I see we are in the stockroom. There’s cases upon cases of alcohol on the walls and then there’s bags of something else under it.
“Where are we?” I ask her as my eyes scan the room.
“This is the stockroom. It’s where we keep everything for the guys in here. They drink a lot and when they throw parties, we have to keep everything stocked up. You don’t have to really do any of that because you’re an old lady. But the ones that are not property patched, do.”
