Bianca Chapter 11
I’d been having so much fun since I showed up at the Pagan’s compound and met Chaos’s cousin and her family.
They were a blast, and the two boys were the cutest things.
We’d barbecued and then gone inside to eat, because it was the beginning of December.
Even in Georgia, it was cool. While the men manned the grill, cooking steaks for the adults and hot dogs for the kids and helping watch them, Joli and I worked on sides in the house and took our turn with the boys.
After dinner, we’d decided not to go to the clubhouse.
We stayed at the house and continued talking and getting to know each other without distractions.
I asked them more about the work they did.
Dare, besides being the VP of the Cherokee chapter, helped run the club’s garage, Pagans Repair, with another club brother, Mace.
Joli had a fascinating job. She was an architect.
I’d never met one, so I had a ton of questions about her schooling and what kind of things she designed.
I also got a retelling of how the two of them met.
It had all been due to a stalker, who they later found out was a prospect here in Oconee named Uriah.
He had been obsessed with Joli, and no one knew it.
They assured me that he was no longer around to be a risk to her.
The way they said it made me almost certain that Uriah was dead.
And the club had some hand in it, but I chose not to ask.
When they asked me about my job, I shared that I was a nutritionist, who I worked with, and which I preferred. It was Dare who asked me if I ever saw funny things at work or if it was all about people seriously working out. I grinned.
I started out telling them about our OnlyFans star, how she dressed, and her lack of modesty or common courtesy when cleaning off the equipment. Joli wrinkled her nose.
“Oh my God, I’d have to slap that bitch. I’d tell her to take her skanky ass home and take her sweat and snail trail with her.”
That made the guys lose it, and they fell back against the chair cushions, roaring. I admit she made me laugh while Joli smirked and said, “Well, you know it’s true. Eww.”
After we recovered from that one, Chaos added something.
“I don’t think you can ever beat that story, Binx.”
“Oh yeah, wanna bet? I have one I think you’ll find even funnier,” I informed him. His eyebrows hiked up, then he shook his head.
“Nah, you can’t.”
“Alright, well, you asked for it. As you can imagine, we get all kinds of people with different fitness levels and goals in a gym. And no surprise, we attract bodybuilders. These people are intense and spend a lot of time in the gym. I don’t know how they can have a real job.
Anyway, there was a group of four guys who were big-time into it and liked to compete.
So, they stayed in shape, but when it was closer to competition time, they became insane with the hours they’d put in and how dedicated they were. ”
“You mean they’d take steroids?” Joli asked.
“I never saw it, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. But no, it was something else that I discovered one day that blew my mind. And at first, I thought I was either hallucinating or had a brain tumor,” I replied.
“A brain tumor?” Chaos asked.
He tightened his arm around me. He and I were seated on part of the sectional, and Dare and Joli were on the other. The kids had gone to bed. A monitor was on the coffee table in case they woke up.
“Yeah, a tumor. I was talking to a client while she was working out on the machines.
She was running me through her workout schedule and diet.
Those bodybuilders ended up working out across from us.
They were lifting heavy weights and doing squats.
It was during those squats that I saw flashes of colored lights.
“I thought at first I was seeing something reflecting from elsewhere, but when I scanned the area, nothing. Then I began to worry. Was I hallucinating, and if I were, then wasn’t that a sign of a brain tumor?
I swore I had read that somewhere once. I didn’t say anything and tried not to look where I’d seen it.
But suddenly, my client paused, asked if I saw a light, and then pointed.
Well, if she saw it, then it wasn’t a hallucination no matter the cause, so I looked.
I strained really hard to make it out. When I did, and I realized what I was seeing, I lost it.
I began to laugh. And if you know me in my work environment, I work hard not to do anything that might offend anyone.
“One of the bodybuilders noticed. He asked what was so funny. I wasn’t planning to say, but then he challenged me not to hold back, so I didn’t. I told him what we kept seeing, though I had no clue what caused it. All four stopped working out and then, without an ounce of shame, told us.” I paused.
“Goddamn it, tell us before I scream. Where was the light coming from?” Joli asked impatiently.
“They wore no shirts and had on those skin-tight black bicyclist shorts. The ones that mold to you. The material on those isn’t thick, and over those kinds of muscles, they were stress-tested.
Every time the guys would squat, I’d see a flash of colored light between their ass cheeks.
And I mean colors like blue, green, and red. Each had a different color.”
“Oh my God, no! Oh no, it wasn’t!” Joli screeched, laughing hysterically. I grinned and nodded as I kept going.
“Oh yeah, it was. You see, they had butt plugs in their assholes. And they were the kind that lit up at the base. So, every time they squatted, you could see the lights.”
“Wait, why the fuck go to the gym with those in your ass? I mean, okay, I get that people will do things for their pleasure and each to their own, but why the gym?” Dare asked, mystified.
“Because they were working on their glutes, and a great way to work the glutes is by clenching them tight for as long as you can. What better way to do it than to have a plug in your ass that you have to clench the entire time to keep it in place? They told me it was a helluva workout and I should try it sometime,” I finished telling them before I lost it and burst out giggling.
My giggles turned to hoarse laughter at the expression on the men’s faces—utter disbelief, then they shuddered, then roared with glee. I ended up almost falling off the couch. Joli was beet red from laughing so hard.
I knew when we finished up that I had mascara beneath my eyes, but I didn’t care. Joli glanced over at me. “Do I look like a raccoon like you do?”
“Yeah, but as long as we both do, I can live with it,” I informed her.
“I swear to God, if I ever show up at your gym and I see a light winking at me from between someone’s ass cheeks, I’m gonna have to say something,” Chaos warned me.
“So is that what goes on when all of you and your brothers hit the gym at the clubhouse to work out? If so, I’ve gotta tell the other old ladies we need to observe,” Joli teased first Dare, and then she glanced over at Chaos and wiggled her eyebrows at him.
“I can guarantee you, ain’t a one of us ever done glute work with no firefly shoved up our asses,” Chaos told her gruffly.
The mental image of a firefly trapped between ass cheeks blinking out an SOS made me lose it. I laughed until Chaos had to pat me on the back so I could catch my breath. God, I couldn’t remember the last time I had this much fun.
?
I laughed so much that my stomach felt sore as I lay in bed.
However, all thoughts of laughter were forgotten because I was in Chaos’s bed.
When we called it a night, Dare and Joli went to their room, the one closest to the kids’ room.
Chaos had carried up my bag and asked where I wanted it.
I’d toured the house before, so I knew where the remaining empty bedroom was in relation to his.
I’d mulled it over for less than ten seconds, and then I chose his.
He was so sweet and reminded me that he would remain a gentleman. When we got in the room, he let me use the bathroom first. When I was done, he’d gone in, and I’d gotten into bed. He pointed out which side of the bed he slept on. I had no preference, so it worked for me.
I fidgeted as I waited for him to be done and join me. I was a mixture of nervous and excited about tonight. I’d be able to sleep in his arms for the first time. And if I could convince him that I was certain, I’d have sex with him for the first time. I was ready.
Ordinarily, I wouldn’t think of doing it with his family in the house, but I’d learned something during the previous tour.
Chaos had insisted that the main bedroom be soundproofed.
He told me that he’d always hoped that he might someday end up with an old lady.
And if there were others in the house, he didn’t want them listening to him and his woman getting hot and heavy. I filed that information away.
Restless, I got up and walked around the room.
When that didn’t help, I went toward the bathroom door.
I thought about knocking and asking if he was alright.
The water seemed to have been running forever.
I leaned close, and then I froze. Beneath the sound of the spray, I swore I heard a low, muffled groan.
The kind that’s a cross between pleasure and pain.
The kind of noise someone makes when they’re close to getting off.
Chaos had confessed openly that he masturbated because of how I turned him on. Could it be he was in there taking care of himself before getting into bed with me? There was only one way to find out.