Tyrant #2
Charmer had just taken a swallow of his drink. Her reply made him inhale his drink, causing him to choke from laughing.
“I think he poisons his drinks too, not just any food he’s around that’s being prepared,” she joked.
Those who heard her burst out laughing. When Charmer recovered, he scowled at Cobra and me.
“Throwing a brother under the bus like that isn’t right.
Now, I’ve got to work twice as hard to win her.
Of course, my twice is still only a fraction of what you bums need to produce to get her even to consider your asses,” he said cockily.
This remark caused a bunch of good-natured threats to fly around the room as the other brothers objected to his assertion.
I ignored what they were saying as I watched Lakelyn smiling and laughing.
Her radiance grew. I didn’t need her to be even more enticing.
Finally, things settled down. Only I wished they hadn’t when the next topic came up.
A long, loud whistle cut through the air. It came from Smuggler, our treasurer. His eyes sparkled with admiration. “Damn, Lakelyn, you’re always stunning, but that dress and the whole picture have added to it. That color is your color. Isn’t that right, brothers?” he asked the rest.
His question had the whole bunch chiming in with their praise on how she looked. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she appeared surprised. When they quieted, she thanked them.
“You guys are awfully sweet and make a woman feel good. However, I don’t think this will make much of an impression later. But thank you for making me feel pretty.”
“Why won’t it later?” Haze asked.
“Because when the other women show up, they’ll be showing a whole lot more than I am, and they’ll be done up way more, too.”
The guys gave her a disbelieving look, then glanced at me. I stood there with my arms crossed and shooting them dark looks. It wasn’t enough to stop their remarks.
“Lakelyn, those women aren’t like you,” Cobra said.
“I know, that’s what I meant.”
“No, we mean that they can’t hold a candle to you, no matter how little they wear, the makeup they use or don’t use, or if they dress in the same dress,” Blood replied.
“Speaking of that dress, where the hell did you get that? I know it didn’t come from one of the women here,” Jury said.
He was our chaplain. He wasn’t a preacher or minister, but he did some things that regular chaplains in society or the service did.
His job was to provide emotional and, if needed, spiritual support to the club.
If there were religious services, such as a funeral or wedding, he led them and prayed.
If someone was struggling, he gave them guidance and counseling.
A chaplain was there to support us during difficult times.
He was key to fostering camaraderie and community within the club.
“I got it from Tyrant. You’d have to ask him where he got it from,” she said sweetly.
All eyes landed on me. I felt like I was under a microscope.
Pretending it was no big deal, I shrugged.
“I got it in a store. Where else? It’s just a damn dress.
Are you done monopolizing her? I’d like to get her a drink and let her and River spend time together.
That’s why she’s here. Not to see your dumbasses,” I said gruffly.
There were raised brows, a few smirks, and puzzlement, but they didn’t push.
In no time, she and her brother were seated with something to drink, non-alcoholic for both, and they were deep in conversation.
Cobra and I left them alone. There was no way they could run with everyone here.
I went to the bar to get myself a Mountain Dew.
It was too early for me to consider possibly having a real drink.
“Here you go, Pres,” Drax said as he handed me one.
“Thanks. Any issues while I was gone? I forgot to ask when I relieved you.” He’d been watching the house when I came home with the dress.
“She did come outside once and sat on the porch for a short while. She didn’t say much, and she didn’t try to leave. She asked me a few questions about how long I’d been a prospect and where I was from. She seemed bored and slightly worried.”
“Okay, thanks,” I told him.
A cheer went up after the front door opened, and the others who had been outside on the grills came in.
They carried silver roasting pans filled with hamburgers, hot dogs, chicken, ribs, and corn on the cob, which they fixed on the grills.
In addition to their food, there was pasta salad, potato salad, baked beans, and all the fixings for the burgers the sluts made.
Plus, there were several kinds of pie in the kitchen.
Those had been bought. None of the sluts could bake to save their lives.
They could do all right with basic foods and meals, but nothing fancy.
Luckily for us, we would eat almost anything.
They lined the pans up on the bar. They’d covered them in foil to keep the food warm. Drax and Knife rushed into the kitchen while a few others followed. They’d bring out the remaining food, plates, utensils, and napkins. A hand on my arm made me swing around to find Lakelyn standing there.
“What can I do? Please, say something. I feel terrible that I sat on my ass all day yesterday and today when I could’ve been doing something useful.”
“Don’t feel that way. Just be warned, you won’t get a break next time,” I teased.
She smirked and rolled her eyes. The others came back, and on their heels were Alice, Kendall, Mera, and Bailey.
“Who are the other two? I know Mera and Alice, of course. I never heard the names of those two. Are they the only… ones you have here?” She said the word “ones,” hesitantly.
“They’re called sluts or cumsluts. And they’re our only permanent ones who live here.”
“Wait, they live on the compound. Oh, well, yeah, I guess they would. Sorry, I didn’t think about that. Anyway, what are their names? Don’t they hate to be called those nicknames?”
“That one is Bailey, and the other over there is Kendall,” I said as I pointed to them. “And if they don’t like the names, they’ve never complained.”
“Why would they want to be a slut? What do they get out of it?” she asked. I raised an eyebrow. She surprised me when she playfully pushed on my shoulder.
“I know that part, but surely they want more out of life than just to have sex with anyone who wants it. Have they no hopes and dreams? What about finding someone special?”
“You’d have to ask them. I have no clue.”
“So they’re nothing more than sex objects to you guys.”
“They get more than that out of this. If they’re those four, they get room and board.
They get a stipend to spend. They are encouraged to work if they want to, and it doesn’t have to be for us.
The only rule is it can’t be a job that prevents them from being available when they’re most likely to be wanted for their duties here. ”
Lakelyn stared at the sluts and then shook her head. “I couldn’t imagine sleeping with someone I had no feelings for or, worse, detested. I’ll never do it,” she muttered.
The way she mumbled it and the look of revulsion made me wonder if there was more to it than sympathy for the sluts.
“Lakelyn, no one here is suggesting you do it,” I reminded her. In case she still thought it was a possibility.
“I know. I was just saying.”
I was called to the bar a moment later, preventing further talk. I snagged her hand and took her with me as I walked by her, not knowing why I did it. I just felt I should. I faced my brothers and gave a short speech.
“Here we are, another year together. This is a holiday to remember those who served this country and gave their lives for it, and those who served and survived, in whatever form that takes. For those of us who did, we know what we lost and gained from our time. I’ll save the toasts for later.
For now, try not to be complete animals. Guests go first. Get to eatin’.”
I led Lakelyn to the head of the line. Cobra was pushing River along behind us. She was shaking her head. “No, let them go first. They worked. They should eat. I can wait,” she protested.
I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “We can make them wait all day if you keep saying no. Do you want them to see you get your ass spanked?”
The thought of it made my cock jerk. Her breath came out in a rush, and I swore she let a tiny moan slip, but I couldn’t be sure.
She stopped arguing, and we got her and her brother started.
The guys insisted that Cobra and I get ours, too, and then they fell into line.
There was a lot of jostling and mock threats.
The girls wiggled in wherever they could.
It was a loud, chaotic meal. Shouts, laughter, jokes, teasing, and mild threats were flying around. We took our time eating. Everyone had seconds except the women. After stuffing ourselves, we sat back to talk and let it digest.