THREE WEEKS LATER

 

“Op not coming out tonight?” Slider turned his chair and straddled it, placing his beer on the table.

Kat dropped to her knees on the stage in front of us and grinned widely. Leo rolled his eyes but reached over and tucked a fifty inside her G-string, pulling the elastic back and letting it ping against her skin. I cringed at the sound, knowing that would have stung. Leo flashed her a smile as she flipped him off and began crawling to the opposite side of the small stage where there were four men in suits waiting with cash in their hands.

I chuckled. “Chel isn’t feeling well. He wanted to keep an eye on her.”

Groaning, Slider threw his head back. “He never comes out anymore. Especially now Harlyn is at the club full time.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “It’s called being a parent, fucker.”

“Leo’s here,” he defended.

“Carly has her,” Leo answered, unfazed by Slider’s idiocy. “She’s been up my ass lately about what Macy is getting exposed to.”

I turned my attention away from Slider. “Why?”

Leo sipped at his drink. “Apparently when she was there last weekend she called her cousin an asshole.” I didn’t miss the small smile that played at the corner of his mouth.

I smirked. “Oh really? What was the cousin doing?”

“Being an asshole, I guess.”

I laughed. Leo loved his little girl. Macy was three, and she had grown up within the clubhouse. I always wondered why Leo hadn’t moved to his own place after his wife had died giving birth to their little girl. But I think being inside the club helped keep him sane.

“I should demand another fifty for that little stunt, Ethan,” Kat leaned over our table, her hands flat on the surface. She must have just stepped off stage because her breasts were hanging free and money still lined the bright pink scrap of fabric that covered her pussy. She was the only girl who worked here that could get away with talking to a member that way or using his real name without being fired on the spot. She’d been with us for too long, and we all had a soft spot for her. Until she got on that stage, then there wasn’t a soft nothing in this whole place.

She was sex on legs.

And she knew it.

“Well, Katrina, how ‘bout you book a room out the back and I’ll make up for it with this?” Leo palmed the front of his jeans, a wide grin on his face.

Pulling back, Kat folding her arms across her chest, blocking our view of her fake breasts. She smirked. “I’d rather the fifty.”

I snorted out a laugh along with my brothers.

Leo chuckled. “Send one of the girls out with another round of drinks will you.”

Kat rolled her eyes but smiled. “Sure.”

As she walked away, I watched her hips swaying seductively from side to side. I wondered silently, why one of the boys had yet to pick up Kat and claim her as property. She was hot, sexy as hell, had a heart of gold, and the right mix of attitude and obedience that you would look for in an Old Lady. She had a little boy at home, three-year-old, I think. She stripped to look after him and was putting herself through college to be a social worker. Kat knew what she wanted and where she wanted to be, and there wasn’t anything that was going to stop her from getting there.

Maybe if things were different I would have seen where things could lead. But there was another woman who had dug underneath my skin, one who I hadn’t seen in twenty-two days… but who was counting?

Sugar Sullivan.

 “Wrench.” My head shot up hearing my name. Ham, one of our prospects, stood staring at me with a raised brow.

I cleared my throat. “What?”

“Connor wants to have a chat with you out the back,” he explained, throwing his thumb over his shoulder.

One of the girls placed a tray of drinks on the table just as I pushed to my feet. I grabbed a new beer, my mouth watering as I felt the coolness of the bottle against my hand. I took a mouthful before saluting my brothers and heading out the back to Connor’s office. The door was open, so I stepped inside, pushing it closed behind me.

Connor looked up from his chair. “Hey, man.”

I grabbed the front of my cap and twisted it on my head so that it was turned backward. “You needed me for something?”

He nodded and gestured to the seat opposite his desk. I shrugged and rounded it, taking a seat and sipping at my beer. Connor shuffled through a few things in silence for a moment, before he pulled out a single piece of paper and handed it over the desk to me.

I frowned, but leaned forward and took it from him, twisting it around so I could read the writing. “Ruby Danby, nineteen, blonde, blue eyes…” Looking up at him I raised my brow. “This a profile for one of your girls?”

“She just started here a couple of weeks ago,” he explained as I looked at her picture and details.

“Having problems with her already?”

He shook his head. “She’s good. Does her dances. Already popular with the customers for privates. Never argues or causes shit with the other girls…”

I chuckled softly. “So why am I here?”

“She’s from the wrong side of the tracks.”

Narrowing my eyes, I looked from him down to Ruby’s details. For a moment I was confused, most of our girls struggled from day to day and didn’t live in the best houses or apartments. We paid them well, but for the most part they still just managed to get by, given that a lot of them were paying for things like school, college, children or taking care of family members. But when I looked down at her address, I couldn’t help but be surprised.

“The girl comes from money.”

Where she lived was one of the richest suburbs in the city.

“Exactly,” he said, leaning back in his seat.

“Rich kid rebelling against her parents?” I questioned, the explanation totally plausible. It wouldn’t be the first stripper or club girl I’d met who was seeking a little ride on the bad side, in order to fight back against their parent’s strict rules.

“Possible, but I just don’t get that vibe from her.”

I pursed my lips. “You want me to find her background?”

He smirked. “Unless you know someone else who can do… whatever it is that you do?”

Laughing, I pushed my chair back and tucked the piece of paper in my back pocket before grabbing my beer by the neck of the bottle and tipping it slightly in his direction. “Know anyone as fucking awesome as I am? Yeah right. I’ll get your info.”

I heard him chuckling behind me as I strolled out of the room and back down the hall to the bar. A hand wrapped around my arm as I made my way past the bar and toward the table where I’d left the boys. Freezing, I turned and looked over my shoulder. I was met by a pair of sparkling brown eyes and a pair of bright red lips.

“Wrench,” Kayden purred my name, digging her nails into my muscle with just the right amount of pressure that made my cock twitch. “There’s a back room free.”

I smirked, letting my eyes wander over her scantily clad body. Her tight dress barely covered her round ass and her hard nipples poked through the thin fabric, making me want to lick my lips. The outfit did nothing to disguise the amazing tattoos that covered her body from head to toe. They were pretty, roses and vines crawling and winding all over her skin, and had always been the perfect trail for my tongue.

“And how would you know that?” I asked her, tilting my head to the side.

She didn’t answer, but pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth and moved her body a little closer, so my hand brushed gently against the fabric that covered her pussy.

Kayden and I had a strange dynamic. I’d fucked her more often than I did any other girls, even the club girls. She didn’t really have a connection to the club and had made it known that she didn’t want to join and be a stripper or a club girl, but simply just wanted to own my cock.

I may have eventually given in too and handed her exactly what she wanted. She was sexy, kinky, and knew when to back down and shut her mouth.

She could have been an Old Lady.

Unfortunately for her, someone had beaten her to the punch.