Chapter 2 #2
I went straight to my townhome. I was fortunate to have one on the end of the front row, which put Howler on my attached side and Jury on the backside of mine. I let myself inside and took off my colors and boots at the front door before heading to the main bedroom.
Each home had a kitchen, a living room, a half bath, and a laundry room on the first floor.
The second floor had two bedrooms and a shared full bathroom.
The third floor was a master bedroom and bathroom with a large walk-in closet and a small sitting area.
It was more than enough for one person or even a couple.
None of us had an old lady or kids. However, we had that possibility in mind when we built them, so we designed them with enough room to accommodate a small family.
If someone wanted more, they’d have to construct a detached house or buy one.
While I wouldn’t require anyone to live on the compound, there was more than enough room for them to do so if they wanted.
I’d cleaned my hands at the garage with a degreaser, but I knew I’d still have to do it after my shower.
I let the hot water pour over me. I’d changed the shower head in my bathroom so I could adjust the spray to various settings, but I stayed on the one that pounded my sore muscles.
I took a long shower. I wasn’t that hungry, so eating could wait.
Standing in front of the mirror with a towel around my waist after I was done, I looked at myself.
I appeared tired. The lack of sleep was showing, not that I gave a shit what I looked like.
I combed my hair, slapped on deodorant, Q-tipped my ears, and brushed my teeth.
I took another set of my typical uniform out of my closet—jeans, socks, and a T-shirt.
In the winter, I’d wear long sleeves either in the form of a Henley or a flannel shirt.
Occasionally, if I were only around the compound in the summer, I’d wear shorts, though not often.
After putting on my boots and cut, I ambled to the clubhouse.
Walking through the door, I was greeted by those already there.
Most of the guys were home. Drax, our other prospect, was behind the bar.
He was serving drinks to the guys who wanted one.
It was early and consisted mainly of beer or a soft drink.
Those not from Ohio liked to joke with those of us who were from there about calling it a soft drink or soda rather than pop, as other places did.
I went to the bar. Drax approached me immediately and asked, “What can I get you, Pres?”
“I’ll take a soda.”
I didn’t bother to tell him which kind. It was his job to know, or if it was a situation where you liked several, to ask which one.
I only drank one, so he had mine slid across to me within moments.
I took the first drink of Mountain Dew. Ah, that tasted good.
To me, Dew was the elixir of life, the giver of all things good.
I wasn’t ready for alcohol until later in the evening.
I sat on a stool at the bar and slowly enjoyed my drink.
My brothers came up and said a word here or there, but they didn’t engage me in conversation.
For one thing, I wasn’t a big conversationalist unless it was about the club.
For another, when I was having my Dew, they knew to let me enjoy it.
When I finished up, it was time to head into sanctuary.
That was the name we used for what many clubs called their chapel or church.
It was the term for a club meeting. I liked the term sanctuary better.
I sat at the head of the table. Cobra, my VP, was at the opposite end of the table rather than on my left.
On my left was Howler, and to the right was Wrangler.
The rest of the members were between Cobra and me.
The only ones who didn’t join us were Drax and Knife.
Everyone took their places and sat there quietly, waiting for me to start.
I didn’t tolerate a bunch of chatter. Later, if the topic warranted it, that was different.
I rapped my knuckles on the table to signal the start of the meeting.
“First, I need to ask—does anyone have anything urgent or time-sensitive we need to discuss immediately?”
I scanned the table. No one spoke up. Taking that to mean no, I continued, “Good, then I’ll tell you what Hugo Jacquot had to say when I called him this morning.”
The guys leaned forward, and all eyes were on me. I ran them through the short conversation, almost verbatim. When I was through, there were looks of disbelief and a few of disgust.
“Did you get the feeling that he set us up, like Arturo said?” Cobra asked.
“No, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t. Hugo is careful about what he says, especially over an open line.
Plus, he’s been lying for so long, he’s an expert at sounding sincere.
For all I know, he could be a pathological liar, which throws off my ability.
Until we know otherwise, we’ll treat him as a potential hostile and keep him closer than a friend.
If you run into him or any of his boys, you be as polite and friendly as you ever were.
I don’t want to burn that bridge if Arturo lied.
And if he didn’t, I don’t want the Jacquots to know what’s coming for them until it’s too late. ”
“How did Big Daddy take the news when you spoke to him?” Howler asked.
“The way you’d expect, but he was of the same mind.
Until Crypto finds something one way or the other, we sit tight.
He did say if we needed help, to let him know, and he’d get more bodies from one of the closer chapters.
I told him we could handle it ourselves, but if it changed, we’d ask.
” There were several grumbles of agreement on doing it ourselves. They were as prideful as I was.
“Crypto, I know you just started, but anything jump out at you?” I asked.
“Not yet. It took some finagling to get into Hugo and his family’s various emails.
Their banks were more straightforward. It seems they have someone with some skill protecting at least their emails and phones.
However, I got in. It’ll take some time to comb through all five of them.
I’ll start with Hugo and Jean-Baptiste first. If anything appears suspicious, I’ll follow up and let you know.
I planned to start digging into the period right before Hugo contacted us to work with Arturo’s bunch.
If I find nothing, I’ll go further back.
There’s no way to know how far back this plot began if it was truly a plot. ”
“Good. If you need extra hands, let me know.”
Crypto gave me a chin lift in acknowledgment.
“Okay, next item. Cardiac, how does Handler’s arm look to you? He told me it was fine, but I need to hear from you.”
“It was a clean through and through, so other than being sore and painful, as long as he keeps it clean and changes the dressing the way I showed him, he’ll be fine. He won’t be complaining and skating out of work or asking others to wipe his ass for him for long,” Cardiac said.
“Hey, I won’t do that!” Handler objected.
Our brothers exchanged satisfied smirks.
They loved to tease each other. Even if my face didn’t show it, I liked to hear them do it.
There was nothing like club camaraderie except the military kind.
I let Handler protest for a minute before getting back on task.
The remainder of the meeting was quick. Seeing that we were at the end, I pounded my fist on the table.
“If that’s all, then get your asses out there and get to enjoying the weekend!” I hollered.
A cheer went up, and they rose to their feet. As they walked out, I watched them. I remembered when Scythe, Boomer, and I were like them. God, that seemed like a hundred years ago.
“You comin’, Tyrant?” Cobra asked. I glanced up to find him in the doorway.
“Yep, right behind you.”
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I watched as two of the cumsluts danced on the bar in the common room.
Brothers were cheering them on and shouting for them to get dirtier.
We had four dedicated sluts and then several others who came and went as they pleased.
Only the primary four lived here. Mera was the oldest, then a few years younger than her were Kendall and Alice, and the youngest was Bailey.
As long as they were at least eighteen, we didn’t care how old they were as long as they knew the rules and stuck to them.
The rules were simple. One, they made themselves available to us whenever we requested.
If they weren’t willing to sleep with any of us who asked, then they couldn’t be a dedicated one.
They were welcome to be one of the sluts who came and went.
Second, there was no fighting over any of the guys.
Third, it was only sex. No commitment was to be expected or asked for.
Fourth, they would all be on birth control as well as use condoms, and they’d only sleep with the club or our friends unless they worked at the strip club.
Fifth, when not having sex, they were expected to help in the casino, to clean the personal spaces and townhomes, and do the laundry of the members to earn their keep.
In exchange, we provided them with room and board plus a monthly stipend.
Anything beyond that, they had to provide for themselves.
They were allowed and encouraged to have jobs during the week when most of us worked.
Bailey and Mera were the ones on the bar. They were down to nothing but their G-string panties. Kendall was over on Howler’s lap. Various girls were in for the night and scattered around the room. I didn’t often mess with them, so I didn’t bother to learn their names. I stuck to our main four.
The music was loud, they were dancing, and things were heating up between some brothers and women. We weren’t a shy bunch, so if the women were willing, you’d see every sexual act imaginable happening out where anyone could see them. I took a drink of my water. Alice came sauntering over.
“How about I make you feel good tonight, Tyrant?” she asked.
I thought about it. Watching the two on the bar had gotten me half-hard, so I took her offer. “Sure thing. It can be here or in a crash room—your choice.”
“I’m good here if you are,” she said.
“Fine by me. First, I want you to take off your clothes.”
She grinned. Alice worked at the strip club as a dancer, so taking off her clothes was not a big deal, but I still offered privacy.
As I watched her remove her clothing, I unzipped my jeans and took out my cock.
She’d gotten me hard the rest of the way just by watching her strip.
By the time she was naked, I was ready for her to give me relief.
She was eyeing my cock hungrily. However, tonight, if she thought I’d fuck her, she was wrong.
I wasn’t feeling that. Instead, I patted the couch next to me.
“Kneel here and give me a blow job.”
Alice gave me a pretty pout, but she didn’t say anything.
When she was kneeling, she went to work on me.
I wasn’t a total bastard. I didn’t expect them to walk away with nothing.
If I knew I wasn’t planning to fuck them once I recovered, I made sure whoever I was with got something out of it.
While she sucked me off, I played with her cunt and ass, which I knew she loved.
All four sluts were into anal. I got her off twice before she made me blow my load down her throat.
Alice sucked me for all she was worth. As I emptied myself into her, I was overcome by loneliness.
It has been happening more often lately.
I didn’t know why, but it was beginning to worry me.
It started a few months ago. Coinciding with it was my desire to have sex less or to stick to blowjobs while I fingered or ate the women out. I grunted as the last squirt was swallowed. When she sat up, Alice smiled at me. She knew better than to kiss me. I wasn’t a man who kissed.
“Can I give you anything else, Tyrant?” she asked seductively.
I slapped her ass cheek. “No, that was good. Why don’t you see if someone else is looking for company?” I suggested.
She slowly got to her feet. After grabbing her clothes, she walked across the room.
Her ass swayed from side to side. She didn’t bother to put on her clothes.
Why, when it was almost a certainty someone else would tell her to remove them?
I was proven right. I noted Jury gesturing for her to come to him.
Doing up my zipper, I got to my feet. I went down the hall to one of the communal bathrooms. I took a piss, then washed my hands before rejoining the others.
I sat there, watching what was happening around me, and drank a beer before calling it a night an hour later.
It was only midnight, but I was ready to be alone.
Back home in my bed, I lay there staring up at the ceiling, trying yet again to work out what was causing these feelings of loneliness and being uninterested in sex.
By the time I fell asleep around two in the morning, I was as clueless as all the times before.