8 Ivy
Ivy
They left me alone in the room.
For hours.
I felt like a prisoner. Sure, they hadn’t exactly said that I was, but come on, I was stuck in this room until someone came to get me.
I was smart enough not to step foot outside of the room.
Hell, I shouldn’t have even been there in the clubhouse, really.
But since I was, I knew what it meant. I was free game…
as long as Grip and Viking said I was. For now, I was just their whore.
Slut. Club pussy. Whatever. I was theirs and they could do with me as they wished.
Or didn’t wish, I guessed. I was still waiting to see.
I was sitting up on the bed with the sheet wrapped around me.
I really didn’t want to put on my clothes and sully them with the funk I now had on me.
Who knew if I was going to be able to get the shit out of my car or even a spare set of clean clothes?
I hadn’t even made my way to the bathroom for a number of reasons.
Even though I really, really had to pee, I was afraid to go in there.
Afraid of what state I’d find it in. Bad, I knew that much.
I just wasn’t eager to see how bad. I was plain scared to move, to be honest.
Despite all that, I knew I needed to get up.
I was a mess, and if anything, I needed to clean between my legs. Gross, right? Yeah, the fact that I was still sitting in my own blood and a mixture of fluids gave me the willies so bad I couldn’t fight the shiver from shaking my body as I thought about it.
Moving my stiff legs one at a time, I made my way off the bed, cringing as my bare feet hit the rough carpet. The sheet slipped off, the cool air making my skin prickle.
I was saving my life, I reminded myself. If it wasn’t for throwing myself into this situation, I’d be headed for somewhere much worse.
Boots stomped down the hall, coming this way.
They stopped right outside the door, and I half-hoped it was Grip or Viking. The other part of me couldn’t stomach seeing them just yet. Okay, yeah, I was torn and wasn’t sure how to sort this whole thing out.
The knob turned.
I held my breath.
A skinny guy wearing a Prospect patch, clear as day, stumbled inside. He tossed my worn backpack and overstuffed gym bag on the bed and met my eyes.
There was no hesitation as he took in my openly naked body.
Why had I taken my time getting into the bathroom? Would it make it weirder if I made a mad dash for it? I was kind of worried he’d pull out his gun if I moved too quickly, so that was out.
His lips kicked up in a smile, the kind that said he liked what he saw.
“You might want to stop before you get yourself in trouble,” I said with a raised brow as if challenging him to keep going.
I realized a little too late that I’d said too much, but hopefully, he was just an ignorant Prospect and wouldn’t catch on.
His eyes met mine, going flat and losing all the lust they held just a second ago.
“And you might want to keep your trap shut if you want to continue to stay here,” he shot back. “Mouthy bitches never last long.”
He gave me one more once over. This time, it was as if he were really taking every part of me in and trying to figure something out.
Then he turned and stomped out of the room, slamming the door closed behind him.
“Fuck,” I breathed out before darting into the bathroom and locking myself away.
I hadn’t even been here one whole day, and I’d fucked up at least twice so far. How was I going to keep this up?
I had to. There was no other choice.
I scanned the bathroom. With a roll of my eyes, I slapped the toilet seat and cringed at the sharp noise it made when it fell into place.
I plopped down and relieved myself the instant my ass met the cold ring.
Hey, I was desperate, and in all honesty, I’d used worse before.
The bathroom wasn’t spotless, but at least it didn’t smell like piss and have mold growing in the corners. Call it a win, right?
After peeking in the shower stall, I decided it was safe enough to use. The moment I stepped under the heated spray, I moaned. Between the ride here… and well, the ride in the bedroom, I was sore all over. I used the cheap men’s body wash to clean myself as best as I could.
As I shut the water down, it hit me that I didn’t have anything to dry off with. I hadn’t even seen a used towel lying around anywhere. This day was getting better and better.
I stood there trying to shake off as many droplets as I could. I must have looked ridiculous. Once I felt I was as dry as I was going to get, I stepped out and left the bathroom.
Thank fuck that asshole brought my shit in. I needed something clean to put on.
Only as I unzipped my bag, I realized everything had been gone through. Someone had touched all my stuff. Even my panties. The thought of putting them on now made me shudder.
I tossed on a big teeshirt and a pair of leggings. Then sat my ass on the couch because I sure as hell wasn’t getting back in the bed. Not until the sheets were clean, even if I had to do it myself.
I knew these men—well, men exactly like them.
There was no way they’d be coming in here to strip the bed.
And there was no way they’d even think that it needed to be done.
They’d get one of the club whores to do it for them because that was their job.
It wasn’t like I could go out and find one to take care of it, either.
I didn’t have that kind of authority. If I tried, I knew damn well they’d just laugh in my face.
More time ticked on, and I was not only pissed, I was bored. What did they expect me to do?
Then the music started thumping through the walls, feeling like it was coming from all around me.
It sounded like the night was getting started, and I had no doubts it was going to be a long one.
Seeing as no one was going to come and check on me or even bring me something to eat, I decided I would head out and take care of shit myself.
With angry, frantic movement, I stripped the bed down. I bunched up the sheets as best as I could, trying like hell to wrap the soiled spot of now dried blood up in the middle.
Then I stomped my ass out of the room and headed in the direction of the clubhouse bar.
I knew what I’d find. So the fact that the lights were down low, smoke of all kinds filled the air, and women were crawling around mostly naked, didn’t bother me all that much. Not only did I expect it, but I was used to it at this point.
Moans filled the room, and the scent of sex and sweat rose above all the other smells.
Couches were filled with men, most of them having at least one woman bouncing up and down on their laps or kneeling between their legs.
A few of them chose more adventurous stances.
Like up against the wall and over the pool table.
I even saw one slut spread out on the bar with some hairy beast going to town eating her pussy like it was his job.
Good on him. She certainly looked to be enjoying it.
“You shouldn’t be out here.” The voice caught my attention, and my head whipped to the side to see who was talking to me. And yes, I knew it was me they directed that statement at.
It was the same Prospect I’d seen hours ago.
There was something in his tone that made it sound like a sympathetic statement rather than a strong warning. But when I looked into his eyes, there wasn’t a hint of sweetness. He looked almost murderous.
My lips pressed into a thin line to keep the snarky comment from slipping out.
He sure as hell noticed and shot me a smirk as he stood tall.
When he came toward me, I couldn’t stop my feet from shuffling back a couple of steps.
Then, without a word, he snatched the sheets out of my arms.
“You’re going to wash them for me?” I asked, a little shocked.
He snorted and rolled his eyes.
“Hell, no. Gonna find a bitch to do it.”
“Why?” I asked. I shouldn’t have pushed, but it was very odd to me. It almost felt like a trap.
“Because I’m nothing but a fuckin’ Prospect, but I see shit.
I’m not a fuckin’ idiot. Grip and Vike haven’t given the go-ahead to the other brothers.
It makes me wonder if they are thinking about keeping you for themselves.
” He paused, his body leaning a fraction closer to mine.
“Thinking there might be more to you than just breaking in a new club girl. Men like them, they don’t give a fuck.
Hell, I’ve seen them pass a slut off to another brother the moment they pull outta her.
But you… you, they’ve kept locked up all day.
Figured it might be in my best interest to see after ya. ”
I didn’t know what to say, so I kept my mouth shut.
He turned and walked off.
“I’ll get a bitch to put new sheets on for you,” he said as he disappeared down the dark hall.
With a mental shrug, I swung my attention back to the room of debauchery.
My eyes instantly locked onto Grip, who had a woman grinding on his lap, her short skirt hiked up enough for me to see she still had her thong on.
Her blunt bob looked like a cheap wig from the back, and I wished I could hear what she was whispering into his ear. Then again, maybe not.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. I knew I hadn’t been enough for him, nor was I anything special. And that was okay because I didn’t want to be.
Grip looked up. The moment we locked eyes, he fucking smirked. But all that cockiness slid from his face as his gaze slid to something across the way. Curious, I followed his line of sight to figure out what had his attention.
I was surprised when it wasn’t some busty club girl twirling on a stripper pole naked as the day she came into this world.
Viking was sitting on a couch across the room.
There was a club girl dancing in front of him, her top pulled down, and though her back was to me, I imagined her big boobs were bouncing right in Viking’s face.
When she stepped to the side to share her attention with the brother sitting next to him, all I could focus on was the sight of Viking’s massive paw wrapped around his cock as he jerked it.
I couldn’t say why I gasped, but it happened, and I couldn’t take it back. I wasn’t sure if he or anyone else had noticed my reaction. I imagined my face was red, and I was glad for the poor lighting.
When I looked back up, I was pulled in. It was like Viking’s gaze was zeroed in on me as if he’d just been waiting for me to turn and look at him. Even from across the room, I could feel his heat. His eyes, they were dark and almost scary. Intense. And full of lust, that was for sure.
He was rough and practically brutal with his movements.
I refused to back down as he continued to take his pleasure while the woman danced in front of him.
It only seemed to cause him to become more brutal and rough. But it wasn’t about her now. It was about me. I should have felt sorry for the bitch who was so desperate to have his attention, but I didn’t.
Something passed between us. I could feel it, but I couldn’t explain it. I realized I was a mix of emotions. Angry. Hurt. Insulted. Things I really had no right to be. And above them all was desire. I was turned the hell on. If I had been wearing panties, they would have been drenched through.
Viking came, his lips in a near snarl, which was visible even under his facial hair. His whole body vibrated, and he never once looked away from me. I didn’t think he even blinked.
He shot to his feet, nearly knocking the club girl off hers, but I didn’t even think he saw her.
He wiped his hand on the thigh of his dark jeans, not even looking like he gave a fuck about the white mess.
His cock was massive even in its softening state.
It caught my attention, and I might be ashamed to say, I couldn’t look away.
Uncaring, he stomped away, his cock swaying with each step.
I let out a breath as he gave me his back and pushed open a door on the far wall. I got a glimpse of the night sky and all the stars around his big frame.
He was gone.
And I was left standing there confused.
Someone walked across my line of sight, causing me to jump back like I was about to be attacked. I could feel how red my face was. Without seeing who it was, I turned and all but ran back the way I came.
I walked into the room to see a woman bent over the bed. Her ass was right there, pointed at me, and most of it was peeking out of her very frayed shorts. At least she was covered. And she was only putting clean sheets on the bed.
The moment she realized someone was behind her, she turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder. The sneer seemed like it had been etched into her face her entire life.
“There you go, princess,” she said in a catty tone as she tossed the top sheet up, not caring it wasn’t straight when it landed on the bed. “Clean fucking sheets for your prissy little ass.”
She snapped her gum as she stood up straight, her pointy nipples nearly poking me in the eye, even with the three-foot distance between us.
I didn’t care for her attitude, but I didn’t let it get to me. I expected it, so I brushed it off, knowing it was the best thing to do.
I simply raised a brow and waited for her to saunter out of the room. I slammed the door closed, not one fuck given at the moment.
There was other shit going on in my head. I had a lot I really needed to figure out.
Like, why had I been mad? And why had I been turned on?
Oh, and why did those two things seem to feed off one another?
I was a little bit of a mess.
I crawled into the sheets. They felt clean. Smelled a little fresh, too. That was good enough for now.
Instead of figuring anything out, I closed my eyes and let myself drift away to dreamland.