Chapter 10
Rider
Looking around the kids’ clubhouse I can’t help being impressed.
If they weren’t on my side, working for me currently, I’d be fucking terrified of them.
It’s a pity Niko and Sage didn’t have the same cutthroat abilities the little bigger kids had because shit, it would make them dangerous in the MC if they were.
“Thank you, men, for joining me here today,” I announce formally, my gaze roaming over my brothers, all lined up wondering what my plan for their Valentine’s surprise could possibly be.
They’ll never guess. Shit, some might even complain and act up, but I know that sooner or later they’ll cave.
They love their women too much to not go along with my plan.
With a little support from Pops and Mad Dog of course.
“What is this? I’ve already paid the Big Littles for their services. I ain’t paying again,” Savage grumbles.
“Nope, nothing to do with the Big Littles. We’re just using their space for our boudoir shoot.”
“Our what now?” Tav asks, brows pinched.
“Boudoir shoot. You-” I point at them, waving a finger around, “put on one of those outfits.” I wave a hand at a rack that has far more leather on it than I would have expected. “And then pose all sexy like. For your woman’s eyes only.”
I’m met with silence as they share looks with each other. That’s OK, I have all day to get this shit done. As long as I’m outta here by 4pm that is.
“Is this some weird ass playboy shoot type set up?” Tank asks, thick arms crossed over his chest.
Tilting my head I look at the bed set up in the main space, with silky black sheets. Mama Debs did that, not the kids.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that. Look, I’m sure you’ve come up with all sorts of lame and confusing gifts for your women, but think of this as something you tease her with on the poker run.
A little pic of your expertly posed ass here, a sneaky chest shot there.
Each stop the riders all get a card and your woman gets a sexy little snap.
Imagine how all that build up is going to work out for you later on in the evening. Think about it.”
Realization dawns on all the men’s faces and even though I know getting these fuckers dressed up and posed will be a pain in the ass, I also know they’ll do it.
I mean, I’ll also be keeping a few shots here and there for blackmail purposes, to only be used against the Girl Gang because those women are feral.
This way I can get them to behave by bribing them with sexy shots of their Ol Men. Win win for everyone I say.
“Look, this is the shoot I did and wooooweee Debs couldn't get enough of me.” The projector screen behind me flickers to life and we’re all met with a 60inch image of Pops in a red leather jockstrap growling at the camera with a chain attached to a growling pitbull at his feet.
“Jesus Fucking Christ,” Rhodie mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut.
“And that’s one of the tamer ones!” Pops crows.
Look, I don’t want to look at a near naked brother any more than the next man, but I have to admit for his age Pops is in fucking great condition.
“How the fuck does this work?” Marx growls looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here, but also knowing this is a great fucking idea.
“So, the room next door is what we’re using as a holding room. One brother at a time comes out, chooses his outfit, does his shit. No one gets to see anyone else unless you want them to, I guess,” I explain.
“And who’s taking these shots?” Judge asks.
“Why, me of course! Pops and Mad Dog are my helpers. They’ll help with props, and move my lighting to make this shit go faster. The longer we're here, the more suspicious the women will get.”
As a collective the DRMC let out a long sigh.
“Let’s get this shit underway.”
Gus
I have no idea why the fuck I agreed to this.
I think I had a momentary mental breakdown.
It is the only explanation as to why the fuck I’m standing in a shiny black jock strap, ass on show.
I know Rider said that everyone would sit in the side room, allowing those posing some privacy, but that went out the window really fucking quick.
Exactly five minutes into this whole shit show when Switch posed his big, ginger ass on the edge of the bed.
“Can you, like, do something less fucking lame than just stand there?” Pops, my own fucking grandfather growls at me. Deep down I feel like this is crossing some invisible line, but my family is all levels of weird so maybe this is just another new norm for us.
“You have good legs,” Fox announces, “I think you could do something with that. Maybe plant your feet wider, so the light hits your thighs?”
“Oh, that’s good,” Savage agrees, nodding seriously.
“Mira likes when I look shiny, like when I’m all sweaty. Maybe some baby oil?” Tank offers and I stare at him incredulously.
“Good thinking! I have some here,” Rider shoves an industrial sized bottle into my chest. “Rub that on, then maybe sit on the end of the bed. Looking all relaxed,” he takes a long look at me. “Well, as relaxed as you can be, I guess.”
I take the bottle and stare at him. And think about taking an antacid before remembering there is nowhere in this bullshit outfit I can keep them even if I wanted to.
“Yo, can you hurry up? We need the baby oil too. Tank has a good point,” Tav says, eagerly waiting to get oiled up as he stands there in his outfit.
In fact, the whole fucking MC is standing there in barely there outfits. Some are wearing their cuts, others, like myself, are foolishly standing here in just the skimpy underwear Rider has generously “gifted us.” Fuck, they better be new.
“Where did you get all these, ah, costumes?” I ask, nervously. The last thing I need is to have my balls cradled by the same fabric that has cradled Rider’s balls.
“Don’t have a conniption, dude. They’re all new. Got them on . That’ll be my little gift to your women,” Rider winks as Marx growls.
“Right.Chop chop, Tombs. I’ve got all these others fuckers to do. Sit on the edge of the bed, thighs spread.”
My balls draw up slightly and I end up sitting on the edge of the bed looking like a Catholic virgin.
“No, not like that!” Pops barks, before closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.
“What about if you lie on the bed?” Rhodie asks. It’s a terrible suggestion, but I appreciate it nonetheless. Even if it comes from a half naked man in the tiniest leather shorts I have ever laid eyes on.
I lie back on the pillows and then snap my thighs shut when my brothers get an eyeful and grimace.
“That is the hairiest taint I have ever seen,” Marx, my own prez says.
“Hey! I didn’t judge your hairy asses and saggy fucking balls,” I shout indignantly.
“I keep mine baby smooth,” Wire announces. “Just how Remy likes it.”
My gut gurgles and I don’t know how much more public humiliation I can take. No one else seems bothered though. All my MC brothers are standing around like they’re seasoned members of the Magic Mike travelling show.
“Look, if you dicks think you can do better, you go first,” I huff.
“Step aside, amateur,” Jules says, kicking my leg until I roll off the bed.
He reclines on the pillows, but not all the way back.
He holds himself up enough so that his abs flex, making him look more fucking built than I’ve ever seen him.
He slings part of the silk cover over one leg so it lands in his crotch, hiding the g-string he’s wearing so he looks fully naked underneath, then tucks an arm behind his head.
“Fuck, he’s good..” Savage whispers in awe.
At that Jules looks directly at the camera, cocky fucking look on his face as Rider’s camera flash goes off.
“Fuck, yeah! Gus, do something like that.”
I shoulder bump Jules as he slips out of the covers and heads to the changing room, before I too lie on the bed, in the exact same position Jules was in.
“How can two people look so fucking alike and yet one look so fucking constipated?” Wire muses to Judge.
“Jesus Christ, somebody help him!” Mad Dog groans. “Nitro! You help.”
“What the hell?”
“He’s got a point,” my stupid little brother says. “You and Fox both know what's sexy because you’re bi.”
“Only for each other,” Fox points out. “I don’t know what your women see in you.”
“Good point.” Judge says, nodding like this all makes sense. “What part of you does Ana love the most? Like what is she always ogling?”
“My ass,” I say immediately. She loves my ass.
“That’s good!” Rider encourages. “Now, turn around and clench.”