Ginger (Club Girls #1)

3. Chapter One

Chapter One

Ginger

I tried not to fidget as I stood across from the President of the Dark Wrath MC. He eyed my ID before skimming over me from head to toe. I knew I didn’t look my age. It had been the source of my nightmares for years. I could put it all behind me, if I could just find a safe place to land for a while. I’d thought maybe this would be my new home. At least, I’d hoped it might be.

His VP leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette. To some, he may have appeared relaxed, but I thought he looked more like a tightly coiled cobra ready to strike. “Why exactly would you want to come here and be a whore for the club? You’re a baby and have your whole life ahead of you.”

No, I didn’t. My life had ended when I was nine and my parents had died in a fire. But these men didn’t know that, and I didn’t see any reason to tell them about my past. Why did it matter? I was here, and willing. Not to mention legal. What else would be required of the women who stayed here? I folded my arms, knowing it pushed my breasts until they nearly spilled from the top of my tank. “You saying you don’t want me here?”

The silence after my question was nearly deafening. I felt a trickle of sweat roll down my spine and I started to second-guess myself. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here. It had been the safer alternative, but there were other options available to me. None I really wanted, but staying alive was the name of the game. I wasn’t ready to die yet, and I’d do whatever it took to keep breathing. Even if it meant spreading my legs for their club.

“You really eighteen?” the President asked.

“Yes. It’s not a fake, if that’s what you’re thinking. If I were going to splurge on something like that, wouldn’t I be better off saying I’m twenty-one?”

He didn’t answered, only stared at me a moment. His gaze skimmed over me in a detached way, making me want to fidget again. There was something about him that both made me want to run away and run toward him at the same time. I seriously needed to stop being such a smartass with the man. I didn’t know why he brought out that side of me. I’d learned the hard way what happened when you smarted off to men who had power over you, and right now, this man was the difference in staying somewhere warm and dry, or freezing my ass off in a box in some alley. Or worse, gaining the attention of one of the pimps around town.

“And you understand what would be expected of you?” he asked.

I arched an eyebrow. “I did just walk through your clubhouse. The naked women were hard to miss.”

Jesus! Shut. The. Fuck. Up! It was like I had no control over my mouth right now, and I didn’t want to blow this chance. My chest tightened and ached as I thought about what I’d face when he tossed my ass out of here.

He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his desk. “You a virgin?”

I felt my face go tight and my spine stiffen. “No.”

If he wanted to know more, he was shit out of luck. I didn’t talk about what happened. Ever. It wasn’t his business when or how I’d lost my virginity. If he’d thought he could sell my innocence off to the highest bidder, that ship had sailed long ago. He’d have to take me as I am.

He and his VP shared a look, seeming to communicate silently. I had a bad feeling they were going to send me away. While being a whore for their club wasn’t ideal, it was better than the fate I’d face if I had to walk out of here. From what I’d heard around town, unlike a lot of other clubs within driving distance, they took care of their girls. Their club whores got a roof over their heads, food to eat, and some spending money for clothes and necessities.

“You’re aware you’d have to spread your legs for anyone who asked, right?” the VP asked. “Whether it’s someone in our club or a visitor, you’d be fair game. Only time the word ‘no’ applies if someone tries to hurt you. And I mean real pain, not a slap on the ass.”

“What do I need to do to prove to you I want to be here?” I asked.

The VP pushed off the wall and circled behind me. I felt the heat of his body and the hair on my nape stood up. He leaned in close, his breath ghosting across my cheek. “You ever been tied down and fucked by multiple men for hours? Dicks filling up all your holes?”

My hands tightened into fists and I hoped like hell they didn’t see me shaking. I wouldn’t let them scare me off. The girls on the main floor hadn’t had a bruise on them. No busted lips or broken bones. They’d looked like they were having a good time.

He placed a hand on my waist and gave me a squeeze. “Had a big guy like me pinning you down while he took his pleasure?”

I clenched my jaw and forced myself to stand still and hopefully not tip my hand. They didn’t need to know what had driven me here. As far as they were concerned, I was just looking for a good time, same as the other girls. I had to wonder if they were pushing me like this because of my age. Or did every woman who came here have to go through the same thing?

“Are you asking if I’m any good at sucking cock?” I asked.

The door flung open, bouncing off the wall, as two men entered the small office. I noticed they both wore the black leather cuts like the rest of the club. Their gazes skimmed over me before landing on their President.

“Sorry, Vegas. Didn’t realize you were in a meeting,” one of them said.

The President eyed me again, a light flickering in his eyes before a cold smile spread across his lips. I had a feeling I was about to be tested. I only hoped I passed, or things were going to be very ugly for me.

“You want to prove you belong here?” he asked.

“Yes.” I straightened to my full height, which was still an inch shy of being five feet.

“Show these two a good time. Do whatever they ask, and we’ll talk again in the morning. Assuming you last that long.” With those words, he dismissed me.

The two guys seemed a little stunned, but quickly schooled their features. I followed them into the hall and tried not to flinch as the VP slammed the door shut behind us. Looked like I was about to prove I belonged here.

The larger of the two held out his hand. “Name’s Reno.”

“Ginger,” I said, sliding my fingers across his palm. He gave my small hand a slight squeeze before glancing at the other man.

“That’s Bronx. Looks like you’re coming with us.”

Neither one looked thrilled by the idea. I knew I wasn’t what most would consider beautiful, but I wouldn’t have called myself ugly either. Were they concerned about my age, like their President had been? I didn’t know if I should say anything or not, so instead, I meekly followed them back through the main part of their clubhouse and down a dark hall. We climbed the stairs to the next floor and stopped in front of a room partway down. Reno swung the door open and motioned for me to step inside. The two men followed me across the threshold and I heard the soft click of my fate being sealed. I’d made it this far, I just needed to last until morning and prove myself to the club.

“Think Vegas suspects?” Reno asked.

Bronx shook his head. “I don’t think so. I think we just walked in at a convenient time.”

I didn’t know what they were talking about, and I doubted they were going to told me. I shifted from foot to foot, uncertain what I should do. The men watched me but didn’t make a move to undress or reach for me.

“Should I take off my clothes?” I asked.

“Jesus fuck,” Bronx muttered.

Was that a no? A yes? I looked from one man to the other, trying to get a read on the situation, but all I felt was overly awkward. I didn’t know if it was me or them. Maybe it was both.

“If you’re just not interested in me, maybe we can go back and let your President know? Then he can pick someone else…” I trailed off as both men focused on me. I suddenly felt like a bug under a microscope. No, an ant under a magnifying glass at noon with smoke rising off me. I’d heard the expression ‘if looks could kill’, but I hadn’t experienced it until now. I swallowed hard. “Look, I just need to pass whatever test this is so your President will let me stay. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Why does a cute little thing like you want to be a whore for a club like this?” Reno asked.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” I muttered. “Do I have Goody Two Shoes tattooed on my forehead? A halo stuck to my head? Feathers coming out of my ass? Why is it so hard to believe I’d want to be here with your club?” I mentally winced. My mouth would seriously land me in trouble if I wasn’t more careful. I didn’t think these guys dealt well with outspoken women. They probably had their every command obeyed and here I was being a smartass. Again.

Bronx’s lips twitched and I saw humor flash in his eyes. “She may just fit in around here after all. Question is whether or not she can keep a secret.”

“I’m good with secrets.” I nodded. “Whatever you tell me I’ll take my grave.”

I only hopes I wouldn’t be tossed into that deep, dark hole anytime soon. And these two might be the difference in being safe, or being prey.

“You rat us out and it won’t end pretty for you,” Reno said.

“I swear. I won’t tell anyone. Just please… I need this to work out. I…” I felt my eyes burn with unshed tears and fought to get myself under control. I hadn’t cried in so long, and I wasn’t about to start now.

Reno’s gaze softened and he came closer, reaching out until he lightly gripped my arm. He tugged me against his massive chest and hugged me to him. Bronx shifted until he pressed against the back of me, and I found myself in the middle of a biker sandwich. Not that I was complaining. I closed my eyes and breathed them in, thinking they smelled so damn good. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had held me. And that’s when I broke.

A sob escaped before I could pull it back and soon I was bawling all over the two of them. I needed to be strong! I’d learned at an early age, the said ‘only the strong survived’ was incredibly true. Crying wasn’t a luxury I could afford. I couldn’t appear weak to these men, or the other women. Past experience told me they’d use it against me.

“Get it all out, little mouse. We’ve got you.” Reno pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Whatever you’re running from, you’re safe now.”

Running. They’d discovered at least part of my secret. Would they tell their President? Would he toss me out? I wouldn’t blame him. Having me here could bring trouble to their door. If my uncle ever discovered where I’d hidden… No, I didn’t even want to think about him.

“What the fuck are we going to do?” Bronx asked.

I sniffled and finally stopped the flood, wiping the moisture from my cheeks with the backs of my hands. “I’m sorry. I haven’t cried in forever. I promise, I’m not usually so weak.”

Reno tipped up my chin. “Hey, it’s not a weakness to cry. Whoever told you that is full of shit. Even big men like us shed a tear now and then.”

I had a feeling they cried silently. Only a drop or two permitted to slip down their cheeks. Unlike me. I could have filled a glass with the amount of tears I’d shed.

“Why don’t you sit down and tell us what’s going on?” Bronx asked.

“I’d rather not. I just need to prove I belong here,” I said.

They led me to the bed and sat with me crammed between the two of them, each man holding one of my hands. I’d have laughed if my situation weren’t so dire. Who’d have thought the big tough bikers would be so cuddly and in touch with their feelings? They weren’t at all what I’d expected. Except maybe their VP. The man was scary as fuck. Their President didn’t exactly give me warm fuzzies either.

“We have an arrangement with one of the girls,” Reno said. “Few times a week, she comes up here with us, and we cuddle in bed while we binge watch TV. Sometimes she takes a bubble bath, while Bronx and I…”

I blinked, trying to process what he was saying. Why wouldn’t they bang her brains out? Wasn’t that what these sorts of men did with the women downstairs?

“We’re bisexual,” Bronx said, “but we’re in a committed relationship with each other. KiKi knows the score, and she plays along so the club won’t suspect anything. Neither of us has fucked a woman in close to a year.”

Not what I’d expected. I didn’t know what to think of the situation. It didn’t bother me they were bisexual, but it would clearly be an issue with their club. I wasn’t sure how I played into it.

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

“Because you’re safe here with us,” Reno said. “If you really want this life, to be one of the girls the club uses, we won’t stand in your way. We’ll tell the Pres you were abso-fucking-lutely phenomenal in the sack. Just be prepared to back it up with the rest of the club. They won’t go easy on you.”

I sniffled again and wiped away a stray tear before I nodded. “Right. So, I don’t need to take my clothes off right now, but if I stay, I’ll have to do whatever the others want.”

“You sure that’s what’s best for you?” Reno asked.

“Yeah. I’m sure.” I looked between the two of them. “Why is everyone named after a city?”

Reno grinned. “It’s the Pres’ version of road names. We’re each named for the city where he found us.”

“But not the girls?” I asked.

“Just the brothers,” Bronx said. “Last chance to back out.”

“No, I want to stay,” I said.

“Then welcome to the Dark Wrath, little mouse.