by Eden Rose
“Property patched?” I question her before I can even stop myself. I didn’t mean to sound so insecure but I’m nervous beyond belief. Should I tell her that I’m not with Joe? That I’m just his hired employee even though we’ve fucked a few times?
Britney almost looks bored as she tries to explain something so foreign to me. “Property patch means that you are in old lady and are accepted by the club. I’m not, neither is Val or Kate. But you could be.”
Feeling as if I’m way over my head with the amount of bull shit that she’s talking about, I ask to go back to Joe. “So, do you think we could go back? I want to hang out with everyone out there.”
She nods her head and then ushers me out of the stockroom. When I got out of the room, I fought the urge to run to Joe. I want to ask him if he has slept with all of these women. I want to know whether or not he even likes me.
And more than that, I want to know who this Dana and J.J. are.
By the time that we get out of the room and walk back into the main room, I could tell that everyone has been drinking more and they are drunker than fuck. The thing about drunk people that is fun is the fact that they love to talk about themselves. Yeah, it’s dirty but maybe I could get a feeler for whomever tried to kill Joe.
I don’t see Smokey around the room and I look harder to see if I can see. He’s nowhere to be found. Maybe that is why Joe seems a little out of it. Could he have confronted Smokey about the allegations and the evidence that I found?
Britney is jabbering on and on about some shit that I have no interest in and every few seconds, she asks if I’m listening. “Are you listening to what I’m saying?”
“Uh huh.”
I’m not listening to her and I could care less if she thinks I’m a rude ass bitch. I want to find Joe. I’m feeling so insecure after talking to Britney and I need some reassurance or something. Anything really.
She’s still talking about whatever and I scan the room trying to find Joe. When I do see him, my heart begins to beat faster and my breathing becomes harder. I don’t know how else to explain it, but the sight of him makes me happy.
Deciding that I’m going to ditch Britney and go talk to Joe, I walk fast away from her but then I’m stopped dead in my tracks when I see what he’s doing. And who he’s doing it with.
He’s sitting on a couch that is leather and then there’s a naked woman who is grinding her body against him. The woman looks trashy and her naked body is full of tattoos that look like shit. She has a huge ass tramp stamp on her back and her bleach blonde hair is nasty.
I want to stab this bitch in the throat.
I get that it comes with the territory and I shouldn’t expect him to even care about me, but this is embarrassing. Why is it embarrassing? He publically announced that I was his woman or whatever they call it. Now he’s getting lap dances by random strippers.
“Don’t worry about it. This kind of shit happens all of the time,” Britney says to me and points at Mack Truck. In his lap is another stripper. This stripper seems to be following suit with the other one with the trashy scale. “See? I would give that guy my life if he would even look at me twice.”
My eyes zeroed in on the tattoo on the bitch’s back that is rubbing against Joe. It’s of the Lucifer’s Lair symbol and there’s a phoenix above it. She seems like the type of person who would do anything to belong to someone and that someone was Joe. I fucking hate her.
“So, you just force yourself to be okay with this?” I ask her because I have to know. I have to know what I’m getting into and I need to make sure that it’s something that I could put up with.
She shrugs and her eyes are focused on Mack Truck. “Yep, because being with him would mean I have to be okay with it. I don’t like the fact that he sleeps with every woman that comes through the door. But, I love him and one day he’s going to love me too. On that day, all of this bull shit will be worth it.”
My eyes follow her while she walks past Mack Truck and then goes sit on some guy’s lap. She wraps her arms around the man’s neck and then begins kissing him on the mouth with sloppy kisses. My eyes widen as the man reaches into her barely there top and takes her left tit out. Holy shit!
Quickly, I grab my cell and rapidly tap out a message to Jen.
ME: sex is so… common here. I don’t know how else to describe it.
JEN: take your jeans off and show him your poo-tang!
ME: that doesn’t even sound appealing!
I glare at my phone and then dare her to say something to me about my last comment. Poo-tang? What the fuck does that even mean? It sounds disgusting.
JEN: your pussy.
ME: see ya later, jen
Before she could say anything else that would totally make me want to throw my phone, I put it back in my bra and then down the rest of my beer. I do a quick scan around the room and I can see that Mack Truck is watching Britney as she flirts with this other guy. I wonder, does he like her too? If he does, she totally is into him and he needs to lock that down. Even though Britney made me worry about what is happening with Joe, I can’t help but feel sorry for her.
My eyes scan again and I find Joe. He’s still getting a lap dance by this woman and I’m still getting pissed off. I’m trying hard to not go all psycho on his ass and kill this bitch that is rubbing her nasty pussy all over his dick. She’s probably getting off on it. She’s probably thinking that she’s about to score the big one by getting him to fuck her.
Well, not today you stupid bitch.
The Bear
Testing out the new strippers used to be one of my favorite perks of this job. That changed the day I met Chantal. Now all I want to do is push this fly off of my lap and go back to my girl to fuck her in the shower.
My hands grab ahold of this fly on my lap and I’m just about to push her off of me before she flies off. My brain is slow moving due to the weed I just smoked in order to relax, but I see what happened.
My pink haired fireball had done it again.
“You fucking bitch!” Chantal growls at the fly and has her shoulders in her hands while she pulls her to the ground. “You guys just can’t stop, can you? You don’t realize that he doesn’t want your nasty ass pussy rubbing against him? Maybe you should go find someone that likes loose pussy!”
My mouth drops agape while I watch Chantal slap this new stripper in the face. I can’t believe that she’s beating the shit out of her and she doesn’t realize that it’s just a perk of my job.
Or used to be.
I jump to action and jump off my seat to wrap my arms around her waist to pull her off the fly. “Chantal! Baby! It’s okay.”
I know when the fight has left her because her body turns limp in my arms. The fight that was in her had disappeared and now I’m faced with a new emotion that I’m not used to seeing in women. She’s crying.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” I ask her limp form.
Just then, she jumps out of my arms and runs for the door to leave the clubhouse. Fuck me! Does she really think that I’m going to let her walk away after what she just did? It’s obvious that she must have felt something for me and it’s not because I’m paying her to do a job, either.
I can hear the car starting outside of the clubhouse and I look around at everyone that is just standing there watching us. They are enjoying this and I know this because the radio has been turned off and everyone is watching. “Well, uh. Fuck!” I howl out loud and run after her.
She’s starting the car by the time I get to her and I jump in front of it so she can’t drive off. Her eyes are red with tears and emotions that I don’t think she believed she felt for me. I hunch my body over the car and set my hands on the hood to keep her from driving away.
If she leaves here, so much shit could go wrong. It has little to do with the fact that she knows the secrets with the club and everything to do with the fact that I’m actually starting to have feelings for her. I don’t know if it will do anything or if she’s even wanting to be wi
th a dirty biker who sells drugs and guns all along the Mississippi River.
But, I’m about to find out.
Chantal’s still in park but I see the lights change behind her car to show me that she’s switched it to Drive. The blaring of her horn makes me jump and I glare at her daring her to come out of the car. “Come on, Chantal! Get the fuck out of the car!” I yell loud enough so she can hear me.
She lays on her horn and flips me off with both of her fingers. When I don’t move, she guns the engine to make it rev and try to scare me. I still don’t move. If she was going to fucking run me over, she would have done it already.
“God damn it! Get the fuck out of the fucking car!” I yell out loud.
I know that she’s not getting out because of a pride issue but when she throws it in park, I know that I have got her where I want her to submit to me. Slowly, I walk around the front of the car until I’m at the driver’s side window and I knock on the window to get her to roll it down.
“Come on, Chantal. I’m not playing games anymore. Open the damn window. You didn’t see what you think you saw.”
That gets her to open the window and her eyes are glowing red from her crying and frustration. “What the fuck do you mean? I don’t know what kind of shit you do here, but I’m not going to give myself to a man that is nailing all of those whores. I’m not doing it.”
My eyes widen while I listen to her exasperated tone and she has her chin in the air to tell me she’s not going to listen to what I have to say. “As president, I have to make sure that the new strippers are suitable. I don’t give a shit about loose pussy not when I have you.”
That makes Chantal lower her chin and then look at me. “I don’t believe you. I let you have sex with me without a condom a few times. I’m not sleeping with anyone else but… You! You are probably fucking everyone. I can’t believe this.”
I reach in the window and grab her chin to make her focus on me. She needs to look me in the eyes and hear what I’m saying. When our eyes clash, I see her resolve fade and know that I got her paying attention to me. “Baby, I don’t know what the fuck Britney told you, but I’m not fucking every pussy that sits on my lap. My dick would fall off. I don’t want a bunch of girls that have been handed around the club trying to get to me. I don’t care about the quantity of pussy I get.”
“Why do you even want to fuck me? Is it because I’m sleeping in your bed and I’m a convenience fuck? One of those women that you have sleeping in your bed but you fuck everyone else? Is that what it is?”
I’m totally surprised that she’s acting like this and it’s making me pissed off that she’s being so childish. “Look, you’re not one of the bitches that gets handed around the club. That’s why I’m attracted to you. Will you get out of the fucking car and come talk to me?”
I’m pissed off at myself that I’m begging her to come out of the car to come back inside so we can talk about everything. Why am I so twisted over her where I feel like I have to bend over backwards for her?
God damn it. Why the hell am I even worrying about her? There’s a bunch of women out there for me but I want this one. I want this pink haired goddess who is stressing me out more than I can believe but I want her. I don’t want anyone else but her. Somehow… Chantal weaseled her way into my life and now… I can’t imagine her not in my life anymore.
Her hands turn the keys in her ignition and then she pulls them out of it. I see her debate what she wants to do and I can’t help but want to grab her by the hair and pull her out. This is getting fucking annoying and I’m wanting her even more.
Why is the chase so desirable?
Chantal opens the door to her car and then slides out of the driver’s seat. Once she’s standing in front of me, I grab her waist and pull her into my body. I allow the bigness of my body to shield her from everything that could hurt her and breathe in her minty shampoo. I let the big breath expand my chest and I know that she does the same as well because she gulps in air as well.
“I don’t know what I am to you, and I don’t know if I’m anything to you, but I can’t keep having sex with you if you aren’t wanting anything more. I’m not that type of woman and I…”
I cut her off by slipping my hand under her chin and pointing her face up to look at me. I close the distance and slam my mouth on top of hers and let my mouth do the talking. Our lips and tongues are demanding as they try to convey what we both want to say. I don’t know if her intentions are the same, but I’m hoping that my lips are doing the talking and letting her know that I like her too.
“Bear! We got problems!” I hear someone call out.
I roll my eyes but don’t let my lips leave Chantal’s. We have a lot to discuss and I’m not letting her leave my sight. The minute that she’s off the property, that will be the minute that she is unprotected and Big Sir can snatch her up.
“Prez! You need to get your ass back in here, right now,” Slice calls out to me.
I break our kiss and then set my head on top of Chantal’s. I have a feeling that she is just as frustrated as I am and wants to continue what we are doing. Hell, we don’t even have to have sex, but I want to talk to her.
“What the fuck, Slice?” I yell to him and then put my hand on my gun in my holster. “I’m in the middle of something.”
He runs over towards me with his hands out in the air. “I get it. But we have problems.”
“I’m going to fuckin’ shoot you if you don’t tell me what is going on right now.”
Slice looks at Chantal and she burrows her head into my chest. “Go and deal with it and I guess I will talk to you later,” she says to me and then backs away from me. I don’t like that she’s putting distance between us and I grab her back to me. “It’s okay. You have shit to do.”
Chantal
I knew it the minute that Slice came out of the clubhouse that my moment with The Bear was over. He was done talking to me and I’m actually happy about that. We weren’t going to talk and I know that. No, we were going to end up fucking on my car and I would have let him do it.
I would have become one of those whores in the clubhouse and throw myself at him. There is something about Joe that makes me weak and I can’t help it but submit to him.
Jen. I need her.
By the time I get back to hs room, I have Jen on the phone and I’m not even hiding the tears that are rolling out of my eyes one by one.
“Hello?” Jen answers the phone and she sounds as if she’s ran a marathon.
I slam the door shut in Joe’s room and then throw myself on the bed. “Jen. Tell me that I’m a stupid bitch.”
She chuckles and I hear her rustling around in the static air on her line. “Can you be more specific? I feel as if you’re trying to set me up or something.”
Leave it to Jen to be blunt. “So… Joe and I have been having sex since that day… It’s so hot and intense. I don’t know how else to define it but electrifying.”
“Are you calling me to brag and make me remember that my sex life sucks or do you have a point?”
“Bitch, please. You totally get more ass than all of these guys out there combined.”
She snorts and then giggles. “Maybe. Are you going to get to why I’m calling my best friend a stupid bitch? Quite frankly, none of my friends are stupid bitches. Bitches, yes. But stupid… No, no, darling. So if you’re a stupid bitch, then I’m going to have to break in a new best friend and that takes too long.”
Damn, she needs to take a breath between words. “Uh, well… We had hot sex without a condom and then I’m out in the clubhouse talking to this chick and she’s in love with Mack Truck but he’s fucking other girls and she’s still in love with him-”
“For real. You need to slow down and tell me why I’m mad at you. Quit rambling and spit it out!” She growls into the line trying to intimidate me.
“He was getting a lap dance by a stripper and I might have kicked her ass and then threw a hissy fit and ran out to my car. Oh, and I m
ight have almost ran Joe over.”
Jen lets out a chuckle that turns out to a full blown laugh. “Oh, Chantal! I have been waiting for you to fall in love.”
I snot and now it’s my turn to growl. “Love? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Oh, my dear friend is in denial and thinks she’s just jealous for no reason.”
I fly off the bed and begin to pace around the room. “I am so not jealous!” I bark in the phone.
“So why are you calling me and telling to call you a dumb bitch? Yeah, that’s because you want me to convince you that you’re not jealous and that your feelings are completely normal. They are, by the way.”
My head spins and my brain begins to vibrate in my head. “What are you talking about?”
