I smiled at her. Fuck yeah, this woman was club material and then some. She was fucking smart as hell.
“We all felt like you do right now, Amy,” Viper commented, then shrugged. “I even offered to go kill him then.”
She nodded at him, “I'm pretty good with a gun too. Makes me want to go shoot his ass.”
“So, you still want to be a club girl?” I asked.
“Yeah, I do. Even more so now,” she stated as she took the last drink of her beer. “What do y'all need me to do at the office?”
“For now, nothing. Just keep working like normal. We need to discuss this, make plans,” I said.
“I can do that,” she stated. “What will be my living situation?”
“You'll have your own room with a private bath.”
“I can work with that. I would like to start being here each night from now on if that's okay?”
“Anxious, are you?” Blood asked her, his eyes slightly hooded.
“You have no idea,” she replied as she looked at him.
“You two go get a damn room,” I stated.
Watching them made my thoughts go back to Ava and watching her bite her bottom lip. Fuck knows why that turned me on so much, but it did.
“Gladly, Brother,” Blood uttered.
“Keep your ass sitting right there, we still have one more interview.”
He jerked his head indicating he heard me, but his eyes were devouring Amy and she was doing a pretty good job of reciprocating.
“Amy?”
“Hmm?”
“Amy,” I snapped, and she jerked her head around and looked at me.
“Sorry, I got distracted,” She said as she glanced back over at Blood and licked her lips.
“How long will it take you to be ready to move?” I asked her.
With apparent effort, she dragged her eyes off Blood and looked at me. “Umm, I will need to shut down my apartment. That is going to require getting a storage unit and storing the majority of my things. I might need some help lifting the furniture,” she informed us.
“That's not a problem. The Prospects can help you with anything you need moved. Just let us know when and they'll be there. If you don't mind hanging around, we will need to talk to all of you again. We need to go over paperwork, get you set up with a phone, and other things.”
“I don't have any problems staying, and a phone? I have one.”
“All the girls have to get rid of their personal phones and use one provided by the club, is that gonna be a problem for you?”
“Nope, one less bill. Not a problem at all.”
“All right, girl. Welcome to the club. If you don't mind going out and telling Creed to send Clair back, we'd appreciate it.” I told her.
“Don't mind it at all,” she said as she got to her feet.
She walked slowly toward the door, working her hips. Blood's damn eyes stayed on her ass the whole way. At the doorway she stopped, looked back at him, stuck her right pointer finger in her mouth and sucked on it as she slid it slowly out of her mouth. We heard Blood groan. She winked at him, turned away, swinging her ass as she went.
“You okay there, Brother?” I smirked at him as I asked.
“Fuck you,” he muttered as he discreetly adjusted himself. “She's fucking hot as hell. Can't wait to get my cock in her mouth and other places.”
“Doesn't look like she could wait either,” Viper said as he laughed lightly.
“Yeah, it looked that way, didn't it,” Blood said with a smile on his face.
“One more, Brothers. Then Seer and I will need to speak to them all again and you two will be free to go,” I said and watched as Viper and Blood acknowledged my words.
I was curious as hell who this woman was that Seer had wanted to be included in the mix. For him to speak up, she had to be something special. I figured this was going to be interesting if nothing else.
As we heard a knock on the wall beside the open door, Creed stuck his head around and said, “Here's Clair, Prez.”
What the fuck. I told Amy to have Clair come on back, if she couldn't follow directions, we were gonna have problems. I watched as Creed stepped back but didn't leave. Fuck was everyone having problems today knowing what they were supposed to do. And then Clair turned into the doorway.
Holy. Mother. Of. God.
I did a quick glance at the other men, Blood and Viper had straightened up and were staring, looking as shocked and stunned as I was. Seer had a cat that got the cream smile on his face. Now I fucking knew why he had asked for her to be interviewed. If we thought Sydney was beyond beautiful, Clair was pure walking talking sex on a stick. Fuck. She could do for every man what Viper had done for the women the other day.
“So good to see you again, Clair. Looking fucking sexy as always,” Seer said as he got up, walked around the table and proceeded to kiss the shit out of her.
It was hotter than hell watching them lock lips. Damn. This was better than any porno I'd ever seen and they were fucking fully dressed. I glanced at the doorway and Creed was still standing there, his mouth had dropped open. I watched as he shifted on his feet. Yeah, she'd fucking affected him too, the boy was sporting a hard on that wouldn't quit.
“Holy fuck. Now I know what y'all meant a minute ago,” Blood said in reference to our comments about Amy and him.
He didn't even try to hide it this time, he reached down and adjusted his cock and grimaced in pain. I looked back at Viper and his gaze met mine. I think both our eyes were still about to pop out of our damn heads.
As Seer pulled back from the kiss, he said huskily, “Nice to see you, darlin’.”
Clair reached up and brushed her thumb slowly across his mouth, wiping her lipstick off him.
“You've been a bad boy, Seer. You haven't been to see me in a couple days and I've missed you,” Clair told him as she reached down and caressed his cock through his jeans right in front of us.
Even her damn voice was sexy, it was earthy, husky, whispery; like satin caressing a woman's soft skin. Fuck, I knew I sounded like a pussy, but this fucking woman made a man sit up and take notice. There wasn't a man alive she wouldn't give a hard on to. That didn't mean the man had to act on it, but damn. I blinked again. Fuck this shit. I needed Ava and a bed, or a wall, a shower, hell even the floor would do.
“Fuck, Brother,” I said as I glanced back at Viper. “Do you feel like you need to go check in on your women?”
“Fuck, yes, I do. And I will be doing that pretty damn soon too.”
“Thank fuck Amy said she was staying around,” Blood muttered. “Think we're being fucking schooled in sex right now. I'm taking what I've learned and gonna see if I can make Amy scream real loud.”
Seer turned and laughed at us. “What's wrong, Brothers? Clair, I'd like to introduce you to our Prez, Mad Dog. He's the ugly bald-headed fucker. Beside him is Viper. Hard to call him ugly, all the women are in lust over him, but he's happily taken. To his right, is Blood. He's the MC's lead Enforcer and Sergeant at Arms.” As he called out each of our names, we nodded at her. “And this is Clair.”
“No shit,” Blood said. The stunned expression on his face was blatantly still obvious.
Clair looked like Eva Mendez except one hundred times hotter. Her dark brunette locks of hair flowed in waves over her shoulders and down her back. Her skin was the tanned hue of a native Cuban. Her eyes were a rich dark chocolate. She had high cheekbones that hollowed out and led to full pouty lips. They'd been a bright red, but Seer had kissed all her lipstick off, but the natural color of them was still a fucking sexy ruby rose color.
I'm sure he's seen those red lips wrapped around his cock a time or three. She wasn't petite or even small like the other women today. No, her full figure was voluptuous. She had to be five feet ten inches tall. Her shoulders were fairly broad, but they had to be to hold up her double D breasts. The natural curve of her shoulders down to her waist and back out again was nothing but a pure hourglass shape. Her hips were the ty
pe a man wanted to hold onto as he was fucking her from behind.
Damn, I was fucking uncomfortable. Just because my cock got rock hard seeing her, didn't mean that I desired her sexually. It just meant that I had a healthy body reaction to a fucking woman who was nothing short of pure sin.
I cleared my throat, “Seer, you motherfucker. You could have warned us.”
He laughed and said, “What would have been the fun in that?”
I had to clear my damn throat again so I could speak without my voice breaking. I didn’t want it to squeak like some pubescent boy. “Clair, have a seat,” I said as I motioned to the chair. I wasn't fucking sure where to begin with her.
“I... umm... I, fuck. Damn not really sure what to ask you, Clair.”
“Do I make you uncomfortable, ah, do you mind if I call you Mad Dog?” she asked.
“Dog is fine,” I replied.
“Okay, Dog. Do I make you men uncomfortable?”
“Fuck, I don't think there's a man alive who wouldn't be uncomfortable looking at you,” I muttered.
She laughed and fuck, even that was sexy. “Do I put you off?” she purred.
“No, but not sure you wouldn't cause a constant riot as the men fought to get to you,” I stated.
“I'm not that beautiful or sexy,” she said dryly.
“Have you fucking looked in the mirror today?” Blood asked her in disbelief.
“You're sweet,” she said as she leaned over, ran her hand across his cheek and slid a finger across his lower lip pulling it downward with a fingernail painted blood red. It was fucking erotic as hell.
I sat watching my Sergeant at Arms come undone in front of me. I cleared my throat.
She glanced back at me and snickered. “Okay, I'll behave,” she murmured.
She held her finger up indicating to us to give her a minute. She pulled her purse up to her lap, reached in and pulled out a couple of hair ties. She bent over, shook her hair, gathered it up into a ponytail and wrapped the hair ties in it until she had created a messy bun. At least that's what Jessie, Hoss's wife, called them. She reached in and pulled out a pair of glasses and slid them on.
“Nope, leave the glasses off,” Blood said hoarsely as he grimaced and adjusted himself again. He had sweat beading across his forehead, the man was seriously affected by this woman. “Those make it worse.”
I had to agree with him.
She smiled and put them back into her purse. “Well, is this better at all?”
“Clair, darlin',” Seer said. “You know you're a fucking sensuous woman, just give them time to adjust.” She tilted her head at him in acknowledgment.
“Clair, you mind if I'm frank here?” I asked her.
“Please do so.”
“Why the fuck does a woman who's as fucking sexually erotic as you want to be a club girl?”
She sighed and her facial expression changed, if I wasn't mistaken a look of sadness crossed her face. “Okay, gonna be equally as frank with y'all. I'm thirty-eight. I was thirty-five when my husband passed away. He left me some money. I'm not saying I'm rich, but if I watch my money right, I won't ever have to work again.
“I was twenty when we got married, he was thirty. I never trained for any type of work, so after he was gone I didn't want to go work as a waitress or in a clothing store. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with that, but it's just not what I want to do. When we first married, we immediately started out trying to have a family, and nothing.
“After a couple years, I finally managed to get pregnant, but lost the baby. That happened several more times over the years. The doctor said it was just one of those things that happened sometimes with women. I was crushed. That had been my dream, to be a mom and have children. We were in our fifteenth year of marriage when Robert died of a widowmaker heart attack. I was devastated.”
She sighed. We were now all looking at a woman who had been beaten up by tragic real-life everyday issues.
“I thought about trying to adopt by myself, but for a single woman over thirty-five, the chances of that happening were slim. I became lonely. I'm a homebody. I love to cook and bake. I like puttering around the house. But the fucking quiet can just about drive you insane. I have family I could move closer to, but I would just be on the outside of their lives looking in. That would be even lonelier than actually being alone.
“I missed sex. Robert and I had always had a healthy sex life. So I went out to clubs and bars, but those were just not my types of places. I had sex with a few men, but I wasn't ready to become someone else's wife, nor did I want to be a stepmom and have to fight with a child's mother over her child.
“I met Seer at a coffee shop one day. He and I have been together frequently since then. He told me that you were going to be looking for club girls over casual conversation one night, and it started me thinking. He'd told me a little bit about your MC, nothing he wasn't supposed to, just general things. I asked him what all being a club girl involved and decided I would really like to try it.”
She smiled at us and continued, “Seer has told me what all the requirements are and I personally don't see a problem. Seer isn't in love with me, nor I him. Yes, we do have fun having sex, but I know it's not exclusive between us and I don't want it to be. I'd actually like the chance to be with more men without having to go to bars and clubs and not knowing who you were going to end up with.”
She let her gaze fall on each of us, then the group as a whole, “I could follow whatever rules you have. That wouldn't be a problem. You wouldn't have to worry about me coming onto a married man. That's not my thing. I understand if one were to ask, I'm not supposed to refuse. I wouldn't do that. I might not be happy with it, because I think marriage or being in an exclusive relationship shouldn't be interfered with. Plus I'm not that type of woman, but I would do what the member asked. I do have a hard line though. I won't allow a man to beat me or tie me up so I couldn't move.”
As I gazed at her now, I no longer saw the sexy erotic woman. I now saw a woman who wanted people in her life, a place to enjoy sex without having to worry about who she would be bringing home. I saw the lonely creature that still had a broken heart because she was never able to have children. That made my heart bleed for her.
I looked at Viper and his facial expression looked like what I was feeling inside. I glanced at Blood and he was studying her, analyzing everything she had said. I saw pity briefly cross his face before he cleared it. I looked at Seer and realized we were seeing what he had seen when he told her about the club. He knew it would appeal to her or he would have never brought it up.
“Y'all are making me nervous here. I realize that I am most probably older than the women here, and if you think the thought of being with someone so much older wouldn't be acceptable to the younger men, then I will go and not waste anymore of your time.”
“No, Clair. We don't want you to leave,” I turned and looked at Viper, slightly surprised he was the one who was going to encourage her. “I don't think there is a man here who would turn you down, well other than the married ones or those involved in serious relationships.”
“Fuck, Brothers. This isn't normal, but then the whole fucking day hasn't been normal at all. What do you think?” I watched as each man nodded at me.
“Clair, do you think you can get used to just a private bedroom and bath? It's not a whole house to live in, but other than the men’s quarters and the offices downstairs, the rest would basically be your home. We have a commercial kitchen if you wanted to cook, bake or whatever, I'm pretty sure none of the Brothers would object. Especially if it concerned food.”
“Fuck, yeah. Maybe she can teach Val and Molly how to fucking fix scrambled eggs, fry damn bacon and brew some drinkable coffee. I'm tired of the days when they’re on kitchen duty,” Blood ranted.
“Yeah, I wouldn't have a problem with it. How soon would you want me to start?”
“When do you want to start, darlin'?” Seer asked her.
And she was just
like Amy, ready to be here in the evenings but needed to pack up her house. It fucking looked like we were getting six new women. Seer was definitely right, things were gonna change around here, let's hope it was for the better.
~*~
I pulled my phone out and placed a call. As soon as I had an answer I spoke out, “Hoss, gonna need all the work on the rooms done by Friday, sooner than that would be better. Got six new women coming in and four moving in now. Needs to happen fast, Brother.”
After I hung up the phone, my thoughts went to where the hell we were going to put two extra women. I guess for my Brothers, that wasn't a bad problem to have.
~***~
Chapter 11
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
~Judy Garland~
Mad Dog
May 30th, 1998
Damn, I seriously needed to talk to KJ about what we had learned while interviewing Amy. All four of us who were in the room with her felt like she could be trusted. Since my gut agreed, I was now ready to try and figure out how we could use what we learned to our advantage.
It had been a long fucking day. After the interviews, Seer and I had to get the paperwork with each of them completed. Then I'd had a couple things I had to do before I could even think of leaving. Finally, at eight, I was able to make my way out the door of my office. And of course, I was fucking starving. Even though I really needed to talk with Ava about this morning, if I didn't get something to eat, I was going to be cranky as hell and I knew it; I didn't want to be a dick to her, that would end our conversation before it even began.
As I made my way to the kitchen, I realized I still needed to check in with Reb and Pred and see how it was going with the Jade situation. As I entered the Great Room, I blinked. The place was fucking packed. I swear just about every single man in the MC was in the room. Apparently, they all approved of the new club girls because the men were all over them. I looked around to make sure the guys weren't excluding our 'older' girls and thank fuck they weren't. Music was playing, people were playing pool, watching TV, dancing and sitting at the bar drinking. Damn, it was like being out at a sports bar.
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