—Boogeyman—
After dumping the truck, I go in the clubhouse in search of MaryAnn. I need a woman’s opinion on some shit and I know she can be discreet when needed.
I find her easily enough behind the bar restocking the coolers. Jackyl is playing over the stereo as she shakes her hips.
My first thought is to lean across the bar, reach my hand up her jean skirt and tickle her ass, but I think better of it when I see Cupid coming down the stairs. A weird look passes between the two of them. He gives me a chin lift and takes up the seat next to mine.
“Where you been?”
“Around,” I grunt, wanting him to get lost. I don’t need his nosy ass poking in my business.
MaryAnn glares at him then smiles at me. “What can I do for ya, Boog?”
“Just get me a beer, sweetheart.”
“She finally realize what a little pecker you got or something?”
“Something like that.” He snorts. “Get me one too, babe.”
“I’m not your babe.” She cocks an eyebrow at him and her lips pop on the Bs.
“Just get me a beer.”
MaryAnn rolls her eyes but sets two beers in front of us. Cupid grabs his and walks over to one of the whores over by the jukebox. He starts pawing at her tits and making an ass out of himself. His eyes are on MaryAnn the whole time but she’s ignoring him. I’m getting into their fucked-up mess.
“Question,” I tell her.
“Shoot.”
“I know you can keep your mouth shut.”
“On occasion.” She winks and leans in close.
“Let’s say I had a female friend who was hiding out and didn’t have shit to her name. What would she need?”
“Don’t tell me you have some poor girl locked up somewhere,” she says with a grin. If she only knew how close to the truth she was.
“Well, she’d need stuff for her personal hygiene. Not to mention clothes, but you’d need to know her size.”
“Well her tits are a bit more than a handful.” I hold up my palm cupping it in the process.
Her grin stretches. “Oh, Boogey. I love you. Whoever she is I hope you are playing nice. I do have some shit down in the basement. Stuff unclaimed by the girls. You are welcome to it.”
“Thanks, baby doll. You deserve better than that clown.” I pinch her titty and twist.
“Oww!” She smacks my hand away and scowls at Cupid. His back is to us and the whore is on her knees.”
I have to walk past them to go down to the basement. When I get behind him I nudge him in the ass with the toe of my boot, making him deepthroat the whore. I laugh when she pulls away gagging, crying, “What the hell?”
“Asshole,” Cupid calls out and I flip him the bird as I go down the stairs to find those clothes.
———
Fucking hell, this is torture. I’m at the drugstore buying feminine shit just in case. I don’t know what brand or size to buy. Who knew fucking tampons were so hard to shop for? I thought they were just simple. But nope. Fucking cardboard. Plastic. Scented. Unscented. Goddamn, it makes my head hurt. I grab a box of each, cause fuck this shit.
Shampoo. Razors. The list goes on. I make it to the counter to checkout and the clerk gives me a funny look.
“You’d have a hard time seeing without eyeballs. Didn’t your mother teach you it’s not nice to stare,” I growl, and he shrinks back, mumbling an apology. Fucker scrambles to bag up all this girly shit so I can get the hell out of dodge before anyone sees me. I still need to pick up a few groceries too. I’m not used to taking care of anyone but me.
When I get to the supermarket I feel like everyone is watching my every-goddamned-move. Like they never seen a mean son of a bitch shopping before. I push the buggy down the aisles just grabbing random cans and boxes. She said she can cook.
I turn the corner and run smack dab into the biggest cunt I have ever met, Stephanie. Uno’s bitch.
“You cooking for an army?” She flips her hair over her shoulder and I snarl at her, causing her to shrink back.
“I don’t fuckin’ like you. No one fuckin’ likes you. We tolerate you. If it were up to me though, I would give you to the club to pass around and use you up like a cum dumpster then toss you out on your ass where you belong. That’s what I’d do. You probably don’t even like dick, do you?” I grab my crotch for emphasis.
“Jerk.” She flips her hair again and scurries down the aisle away from me. When she chances to look back at me, I make a V with my fingers and stick my tongue between them indicating what she really likes. Pussy. Though I can’t say I blame her. Pussy is one of the only things I have ever loved.
When I get back to my truck fucking Uno is calling me. “Did you just shake your dick at Steph?”
“Thought she should see how big a real cock is.”
I laugh as he curses. “Goddamn, brother, stop baiting her. I won’t get laid for a week because of you.”
“Why would I go and do that. It’s too damn fun seeing you take it in the ass. Does she give it to you hard and pull your hair?”
“Fuck you, Boogeyman. I got you. Wait and see.”
“Tick tock, motherfucker. I will be waiting.”
That sorry pussy won’t do shit.
I end the call and tuck my phone in my pocket.