Booster
I get the email notification on my phone—confirmation of delivery and signature on the car I bought Lena. Good. The second breadcrumb has been dropped for her, and now that her palate is wet and her curiosity likely starving for some attention, all I need to do is come in again and seal the deal.
I smirk to myself.
Easy as cake.
“You listening, Booster?”
Ah, magical moment, ruined.
I put my phone away and turn my attention back to the company at hand. I’m out and about with Happy, my vice president, stopped for lunch at a diner. We’ve known each other a long time, coming up around the same time in the club. When I made him my VP, it seemed a good idea at the time. He looked up to me enough to follow me and not enough to try and overthrow me. But his boot licking got tiresome after a while.
“What were you talking about?”
Happy sighs, as if I’m supposed to be enraptured by whatever’s got him ticking today.
“We have some business to do later. Got a call in from Jenna—”
“The one that keeps trying to rope Fallon in with a ring and the whole shebang?”
“Yeah, her.”
“Let Fallon deal with it.”
“All right, you got it.”
“Anything else?”
“Well, I was gonna ask you what you thought of the new club girl. She’s so tiny—tight, too. I bet—”
“I don’t really give a shit about some club girl, Happy.”
He looks shocked and a little affronted at the statement, as if I’ve gone and offended him somehow. I don’t really care—and I don’t care about a club girl. My thoughts drift off to Lena … Supple, fertile Lena, who tasted like candy when I kissed her and whose skin was so soft I just wanted to dig my hands into her hips and feel it give beneath my fingers while I fucked her.
“You never used to turn down talk about club girls.” Happy tries again at conversation while I take a sip of my drink. “They all like you, you know. They all want to be with you. You can have any one that you want—”
“I already have someone in mind for what I want, Happy, and it’s not some used up club girl.”
I’m not in the mood to have this conversation with him. It’s silly and childish—only the young ones trying to practice and the old ones trying to feel young again fuck around with club girls—that, or they’re in that in between where they think they own the world and they need all the pussy and tits offered to them to help prove it to themselves.
I would know. I used to be like that. But I have more important things on my mind these days, and they don’t include getting my dick wet in temporarily flings and tramps that just want to get close to me for the security.
I want someone like Lena. A fine woman and a mother.
Happy stares at me from across the table, as though what I’ve just said was done so in some kind of alien language. His expression is stupid, open-mouthed, and wide-eyed, like he can’t imagine living in a world where used-up pussy isn’t the center of the universe. When I made him VP … it made sense. Now, though, I know that he hasn’t grown as the club—as I—have grown.
All the more reason to secure Lena and a child. For my club’s future. There’s no way in hell I’m going to leave it to Happy if I need to.
“What do you mean, Booster?”
“I mean what I say.” I took another drink. “I have a woman I want to have a kid with. What use would I need for a club girl?”
Happy sputters. “A—a kid?” He laughs as though the idea is impossible—insane. “I didn’t even think that you were wanting to have a child like that, Booster—”
“Just because I don’t share every detail of my life with you doesn’t mean that it’s not something that I want. Stop trying to shove C-grade pussy on to me. I don’t fucking want it.”
There’s a look that crosses Happy’s face that’s a bit affronted at my comment. I don’t give a shit; he can be offended all he wants, but that’s what he gets for getting on my nerves like he’s been doing for the last few months with this dumb shit.
I finish off my drink and toss down enough bills to cover mine and a tip.
“I’m gonna roll out,” I say. “I have some business to attend to. Stay out of trouble and out of pussy you don’t need to concern yourself with, Happy.”
I know the admonishment annoys him as a frown carves his face, but he doesn’t talk back. That’s the perk of being the president—what you say? It goes. Happy knows it, everyone in my club knows it, and soon enough, Lena’s gonna know it, too.
I leave the diner and slide onto my bike. Checking my watch, I know that school’s already let out. With how late Lena usually stays, I know that by the time I hit her street, she’ll be on her way home.
I smirk.
I want to surprise her.
What surprises me, however, is the downpour that comes out of nowhere when I get about halfway to Lena’s house. I’m not opposed to riding in the rain; I can ride in any weather, rain, snow, hail—it doesn’t matter to me. However, it’s heavy. I wonder if Lena’s used to driving in such weather, if she’s had enough time to get used to the car to handle something other than clear conditions.
I look up at the sky as I ride on.
I don’t have a good feeling anymore.