Club Girl Rule Number Three: Stay out of the way of the old ladies.
An Old Lady is a term that bikers used for endearment. Old ladies are cherished. They are honored and are held to the highest of respect within the club. They are family. Being a club girl meant staying the hell out of the way when they were around. You didn’t talk to them. You held your head down when they were around. And if one asked you to do something, you fucking did it.
I watched so many club girls get kicked out because they didn’t have enough brains in their pretty little heads to listen to the warnings. They thought because a man had come to their bed, that they had some sort of upper hand.
Here’s a quick lesson. You may be fucking her man on the side. He may love your pussy and come to you for a lay when his woman is at home with the kids. But he does not give a flying fuck about you. At the end of the day, it’s a lot easier to throw a whore’s ass to the curb than it is to divorce your wife.
Not to mention that a biker’s Old Lady has his nuts firmly in a vice. As much as he likes to think he’s in charge, she calls the shots. Some men strayed while they were at the club, but you know that no matter what, he’s going home to her after. He isn’t sticking around to snuggle with you.
I didn’t have many issues with the few old ladies that were part of the club. It was a mutual understanding. I stayed out of their way and they didn’t hit me up about spreading my legs for their men.
Did I feel bad about sleeping with another woman’s man? Well, it wasn’t my proudest moment. But I wasn’t here to feel guilty. I had a job to do. I was there to please, not lecture a man on his despicable life choices. If that man chose to stray, shame on him.
Today I’d chosen to hibernate in my room. There was another Brothers by Blood chapter coming to stay tomorrow. Their president had recently stepped down and his son was about to take the throne. Optimus was close with the guy stepping forward. They had grown up together, their fathers being best friends. So he had invited them down to celebrate.
Old ladies had come in to prepare food and sleeping arrangements because the first day they were here would be a family only event. The few days after that would be one hell of a party and I was beaming with excitement. We didn’t often get visitors from other chapters. But as club girls we were expected to entertain the new men to the best of our abilities. And while I loved my men, I also loved some variety in my sex and I was excited to meet some of the guys from out of town.
A knock sounded at my door.
“Come in,” I muffled around the pencil that was nearly chewed to shreds between my teeth. Having the old ladies around had given me time to study and finish writing a paper that was due tomorrow. It was doing my head in. My door creaked open very slowly and a small ruffle of curls peeked out from behind it.
I giggled. “Hi Macy,” I cooed at the two-year-old.
The door pushed open a little further to reveal Leo, the MC’s Sergeant-at-Arms. Leo’s road name was one of the easier to figure out, with an unruly mess of curly hair that framed his face like a lion’s mane and a beard to match. “She wanted to come say hi.”
“Hi, Hahmee,” she squeaked quietly, holding her little arms out for me to pick her up. Her father chuckled. Macy was one of the only club kids I’d been fortunate enough to spend time with. Leo was a single dad and when Macy was born, he’d been living at the clubhouse with no clue about how to care for a child. Chelsea and I had often taken turns looking after her while Leo went on runs and performed his club duties.
I reached down and scooped her into my arms and gave her little round belly a tickle. “You on babysitting duty?”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Kim’s sister dropped her off, but she had to leave for a little bit. She’s too little to be outside running with the other kids, and the women are all running around like chickens with their heads cuts of.”
I nodded. Macy was the youngest of the MC kids. Macy’s mother had died giving birth to her. Leo had been shattered and had spiraled out of control for a long time before finally realizing that she’d left him with the most perfect gift and that he needed to do right by her. Kim was beautiful, kind and amazingly strong. The most magnificent Old Lady a man could have asked for. Kim’s sister had hated Leo to begin with, mourning the loss of her sister and blaming Leo for not being able to spend as much time with her before she died. She had come around in the last few months and now she watched Macy whenever he wasn’t home. Mostly she didn’t approve of Leo’s lifestyle within the club, so things were tense.
“I’ll watch her for a bit,” I offered. I pulled on one of Macy’s tiny ringlets and watching it bounce back perfectly into place. She giggled. Her laughter was like music and so very contagious.
“You sure?”
I placed Macy on the bed. “Of course. We can watch My Little Pony on my laptop.”
He stepped forward and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “I’ve just got to do a couple things. Shouldn’t be more than thirty minutes.” He kissed my temple and leaned his mouth close to my ear. “I’ll thank you later.”
I laughed. “Can’t wait.”
I climbed up on my bed and got out my computer. Finding a My Little Pony movie for Macy to watch, I went back to writing my paper as she curled up next to me, totally engrossed in the bright looking ponies.
Leo was a great dad. Along with most of the other Brothers who had kids, they valued their family and their children above all else. Family included their MC Brothers as well as blood relations. At times like this I wondered if I was included in that equation. The life of a club girl wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. We had to deal with criticism and judgments. We were here to make the men happy, much like a girlfriend or a wife would do for them at home. We cooked for them, cleaned for them, and when they were stressed we knew the right way to help them work through things. In my mind, I was more than just a whore. I enjoyed making these men happy. And I tried to do that in more ways than just a being a piece of ass to screw when they were horny.
I heard some soft snores coming from the bed next to me. Macy was totally out to it. I had to laugh as she lay there, her thumb half hanging from her mouth and drool worming its way down the side of her cheek.
Loud voices filled the hallway outside my door. “Where is she, Leo!”
“Carly, calm down. Damn it! She’s fine.”
Oh, here we go.
I lifted Macy from the bed, trying my best not to wake her. My door flew open hitting the wall with a loud bang, causing both me and the little girl in my arms to jump. Fortunately, her eyes drifted closed again and she snuggled even closer into my neck, her bouncing curls tickling at my nose. An older woman stood in the doorway. Her eyes narrowed and shooting me with a death glare.
“Get your dirty fucking hands off my niece.”
I steeled my back and took a deep breath. I’d dealt with abuse and accusations before. This was nothing new. Leo pushed past her and extracted Macy’s sleeping body from my arms.
“Cut it out, Carly. She’s fine, for fuck’s sake.”
“I leave for an hour, and you drop your daughter into the arms of some club whore?”
“Carly,” Leo growled through his teeth. “Go.” He cradled his daughter in one arm and pointed toward the door with the other. His sister-in-law huffed and turned for the door, but not before throwing me a disgusted look over her shoulder. I stayed silent, waiting for the door to close before I let out the frustrated breath I’d been holding.
I could have defended myself. I could’ve told the woman she was wrong and demanded that she not call me a whore. But really, how wrong was she? There was no point in arguing with a family member. I would always come off second best. Family came first here, and for once I felt like I might be wrong. Maybe I wasn’t included in that equation.
Leo had kept me up half the night, keeping his promise to come back and thank me for looking after Macy. He’d thanked me more than once and I’d thanked him a few times too.
I walked away from my morning class feeling accomplished. I was a little tired, but I’d handed in my paper and I was feeling pretty damn happy about how it turned out. Music had been my passion since I was a baby. My mom couldn’t sing to save herself, but she worked as a publicist for some pretty prominent bands. We had moved around a lot when I was younger as some of the bands asked her to be on the road with them. She still had a lot to do with the music industry, working now for a famous rock band called Ashes and Embers. I’d even met a couple of the band members, they were amazing guys.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to check the caller and smiled.
Speak of the Devil.
“Hi, Mama.”
“How’s my beautiful girl today?” she chimed.
“I’m good. How’s things with you?” I tucked the phone between my shoulder and my ear as I searched my school bag for the keys to my little Honda Civic.
My mom sighed. “Things are good. These boys are keeping me on my toes, that’s for sure.” I laughed and opened my car door. A rush of heat hit me, the downside of having a black car in summer. Geez, did it get hot. I opened the door wide and opted to stand beside it, hoping that it would cool down a few degrees before I attempted to drive.
“They up to mischief again?” My mom’s laughter tinkled trough the phone and suddenly I felt a sad feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I missed her. Like crazy. “So Storm found himself a pretty girl. Think this one’s a keeper.” I laughed at the small twinge of disappointment in her voice. I knew she was happy for him. Storm was a member of the band Ashes and Embers, and he was a great guy. But my mother had all these ideas about how we would be perfect for each other. Her matchmaking abilities were pretty crap if we're honest.
“How’s the fan base taking that one?”
I could practically see her cringe through the telephone. “A lot of crushed dreams. I’m imagining girls all over the world are screaming, crying and mourning the loss of his single status.”
I giggled, not doubting that for a minute. “I’m happy for him. I hope I can catch up with you all soon.”
“Me too, sweetie.”
I had chatted with her for a bit before I realized I was probably running late. I was meeting Chelsea at the mall to get some lunch and grab a new outfit for tonight. The boys from the Troy, Alabama chapter, had ridden in from down south this morning. And once all the family festivities were done, the men were going to be ready to let loose with a few stiff drinks and a nice piece of ass.
“I gotta go, Mom. I’m meeting Chelsea for lunch. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Love you.”
“I love you too, Mama.”
My mom wasn’t fully aware of my part within the club. She knew I lived at the clubhouse, and she knew I wasn’t just there cooking and cleaning for the men. But my mom had seen a lot in her time working with famous bands and I’m pretty sure she would have stories that even I would think were crazy. She loved me, and she trusted me to do what I felt was best.
It had only ever been my mom and me. My father took off when I was born. I had no idea who he was, nor did I care to know. I’d watched my mom go through men like underwear as I grew up. Groupies, band managers, a couple drummers and a lead guitarist or two. They never stuck around for long and my mom was always an emotional wreck when they left her. I’d gotten attached to a few of them. They’d fueled my love for music, some even teaching me their craft. For that, I was grateful. But in the end they were just another guy who walked away.
My life somewhat reflected that of my mother. While the men of the MC were constants in my life and had been for a long time. Every time one of them walked into my room, I knew he was just going to turn around and walk straight back out after he’d gotten what he wanted. Knowing they were going to walk away was strangely comforting. That’s what I expected of them. It’s what I knew. I’d watched men walk away my whole life. I’d also watched my mother break down when they did.
I wouldn’t let myself have that weakness. I’d never pleaded with the men for something more; I never expected a relationship or exclusivity. And if we're honest, none of them had ever offered or seemed interested.
I loved my men. I cared about them. I worried about them. I wanted to make them happy. But I could do that all without being tied down, and without having to worry about the risk of falling in love before he up and left. I didn’t have to risk my heart in order to be a part of their lives.
I found Chelsea at a small café in the mall, sipping coffee and fending off a man who didn’t seem to be taking a hint from Chelsea’s bored expression. He was tall and well presented. Also a little on the older side, maybe in his late forties.
“Just a phone number. That’s all I’m asking for, beautiful,” his voice was slick and smooth and I can imagine the tone would have worked wonders with many women, young and old.
She screwed up her nose at his attempt at endearment. “I said no. Now shoo.” She waved him off. Chel always goes on about how she wants her prince to come, but when it comes down to it she loves a dirty talking bad boy just as much as the rest of us.
I took a seat at the table, surprised when the man didn’t even acknowledge my presence. “Problem?”
The man straightened the lapels of his rich guy suit. His shoes screamed too much money. They were far too shiny. He probably had servants that cleaned them, I mused. His eyes shifted to me, but his body didn’t turn. Almost as though he could tell from my voice that I wouldn’t be worth his time. After studying me for a second, he dismissed me with a tiny scoff. “Keep your nose out of it, sweetie.”
Chelsea looked over at me, rolling her eyes dramatically as he continued to harass her with his big words and promises of wealthy gifts.
I pulled out my cell phone, whistling as I dialed. I could see the look of agitation flush the man’s face, but he continued to ignore me.
“Harmony,” Optimus’ voice gruffed, low and stern. There was a lot of noise in the background, men’s voices, woman’s laughter and kids screaming. For a minute I wished we could attend the family get-togethers. It would be nice to hang out with all the guys together while they were relaxing and shooting the shit without getting boozed to their eyeballs. We didn’t get that often because we weren’t invited to family gatherings which were compulsory for all members to attend. At other times, there were always some men working or away on runs.
“Hey, Prez.” That caught Chelsea’s attention. She leaned forward on the table and began rubbing at her temples, knowing what I was about to do was more than likely going to have Optimus on her back.
I shot her a quick apologetic look. “I’m really sorry to bother you while the Brothers are there, Optimus, but I’m out with Chelsea and there’s some rich dude in a suit who won’t leave her alone.”
“Give the mother-fucker the phone.” I heard a door slam and the background noise seemed to minimize a little.
I stood and reached over the table tapping the man on the shoulder.
He turned to me with a frown. “You need to learn your place. Stay out of my business.”
I held out the phone, a sickly sweet smile on my lips. “This call is for you.”
He studied the phone in my hand before reaching out to take it and holding it to his ear. “Yes.” His narrowed stare never left me. I couldn’t hear what Optimus was saying to him, but the look on his face changed rapidly. A snarl formed on his lips and I swear I saw his eyes darken to a malicious shade of black. “Not a problem,” he gritted and with one swift movement he slammed my phone face down on the table.
Chelsea and I both jolted at the loud crash. I knew for sure the screen of my phone was shattered. I opened my mouth to let rip at him, threats and foul words tickling the end of my tongue. But before I could inform the man of what I thought of him, the remnants of my phone was thrown against the café wall, barely missing an employee who had to jump out of the way, spilling some poor person’s coffee order in the process. I sat, semi-stunned at the ridiculous outburst.
“You girls need some lessons in behavior,” his voice, now eerily calm, sent shivers through my core. I pulled Chelsea out of her seat, placing her behind me protectively and moving out of his space. Finally taking notice of the attention he was getting from the staff and patrons of the small café, his body relaxed and he straightened his cufflinks casually. “Your lessons will come. And it will be my pleasure to conduct them personally.” With that he was gone, his shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor.
The quick encounter had been so fast and so incredibly strange that I was lost for words.
Chelsea was not so silent, expressing her primary concern. “Optimus is going to be on my ass about this.”
I laughed and squeezed her hand. “That’s all that you can think about right now?”
She looked at me with a ‘duh’ look. “That man can make a mountain outta a molehill.”
I stopped to pick up the part of my shattered phone that contained my sim card. It had all my numbers on it and that was the only thing I cared about. The rest was replaceable.
“Best we find something fucking sexy for you to wear tonight then. He can’t complain if he’s too busy tearing your clothes off.”
She smiled. “Oh trust me, he’ll try.”