Chapter 10
-:- VICTORIA -:-
Jack and I have something to eat and a drink after Chaos left.
We talk about different topics when there is a knock at the door, taking us by surprise as we were deep in conversation.
I wait while Jack checks who it is, after I got the look to stay where I am sitting.
Nyx, who’d left me a message earlier walks into the apartment giving me a broad smile.
“I’ve dropped the ladies at the clubhouse, and I’m sure they are up to something. Joan has this look on her face that she always has when something they have been planning is about to happen. Let’s get moving, Victoria, before they do something they shouldn’t.”
Jack chuckles and mumbles, “Them and the Stooges could get you hung. It’s a wonder they even got to be old ladies!”
Twenty minutes later as we walk into the common room, Nyx gasps, “What the hell?”
Now, I’m not a prude, but what I’m looking at is beyond anything I would have expected to see, even in an MC clubhouse. The oldies, as I refer to them, and I mean seven of them, are strutting around with strap-ons. Yeah, you get my meaning, those types of strap-ons.
“Dick-atomy,” Joan laughs.
Carol wiggles her ass, which you know makes the dick wobble around at the front. “I’m dicktastic.” She giggles.
Bitty, not to be left out, laughs as she pretends to lunge in and out, “Speedy cockamamie.”
“Fuck's sake,” Nyx groans. “Where did they get them? You can bet it had something to do with Tina or Joan.”
“Oh, re-dick-ulous,” Sandy laughs, thrusting rudely.
Joan screams with laughter, “Yeah, we are dickerers.”
“Why is your dick that fluorescent color?” Tina asks Carol.
“It’s a glow in the dark type. So, you can see where it’s going…” All seven of them break out into peals of laughter, and some raw comments flow from them for a minute.
Sybil follows all that frivolity with a loud comment, “I’m a peacock,” then struts around the room mimicking one.
I look at Nyx from the side of my eye and grin, “How do you cope with them?”
Nyx shakes her head, “I don’t know. But honestly, they get worse. They are cock and dick - crazy. You know they wanted to rename blow jobs to suck jobs?”
Everyone comes to a halt when Axel bellows, “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? GET IN MY OFFICE, NOW!”
“Oh, oh, they’ve gone and done it now.” Nyx grabs my hand and I’m dragged along to Axel’s office. Why, I’ve no idea. I only came along with them, I don’t have a cock, dick, or whatever you want to call them!
Axel is standing behind his desk. Drag and Buzz are standing on either side of him, and it is obvious they are struggling to keep a straight face. But, turning and looking at the line of seven oldies all with erect dicks in front of them has a tiny giggle burst out of my mouth.
Nyx nudges me with her elbow and I quickly put on a firm face, no sign of a smile here, not when Axel gives me a frown.
“What the fuck are you all doing?” Axel snarls at the women.
I have no idea why that sets the women off, but they turn to each other, well, apart from Amelia, who seems not to have a partner, and they start hitting dicks together.
I side-eye Nyx who is looking like she wants the ground to swallow her. Buzz has a hand over his mouth, and Drag has turned his back to them, but we can all see his shoulders shaking.
“I repeat, what are you doing?” Axel now has his hands on his hips and is scowling at them all. “Stop that now!”
Joan giggles, then bravely states, “We are cockfighting.”
“Cockfighting? Fucking cockfighting! Get rid of those cocks right now and get to doing what you are supposed to be doing. I don’t want to see another cock, dick, or vagina…”
“Oh, Axel, that’s just nasty,” Tina states, and looks at the others who all nod as though the mention of a vagina is disgusting.
“Get rid of them and get out of here. If I see one more of these dicks, there will be trouble.” Axel takes a seat, thinking this is the end of the matter.
Amelia however states clearly, “Well, now you know how we feel when we see all your dicks, and yeah we’ve even seen them with glitter on.”
“Come on, get out of here,” Nyx says, and grabs Joan, pulling her towards the door. I follow like a lamb because I’ve no idea how the heck I got involved in all this when I was only supposed to be having a nice, quiet visit!
Walking into the common room following the dick brigade, I come to a stop when Star is strutting in a chicken costume, but she has a rooster following behind her. “Why a rooster?” I stupidly ask.
“It’s not a rooster, it’s a cock-erel…” Star states, emphasizing the cock part.
“Christ, Star, you and Meat get worse and stop encouraging my ladies. They are hard enough to keep on the straight and narrow as it is,” Nyx huffs as she follows her ladies into the kitchen, where they are all laughing about the fun they just had. I take a seat because honestly this is tiring.
Axel walks into the common room and gives us all a nasty look before announcing. “You women need to sort yourselves out, or you will be banned from the clubhouse. Nyx, get them under control. I don’t want this sort of shit happening again.”
Nyx nods, and I can see she’s nearly in tears, so I grab her hand and give it a small squeeze. The ladies obviously don’t like what has been said and are about to start trouble when Nyx shouts, “YOU FOUR, GET IN THE TRUCK, NOW!”
If it weren’t so serious I would laugh because all four drop their heads and meekly walk out of the common room towards the front door.
But they look like ducks in a row, but with the strap-ons still in place you could literally lead them around by the dick.
I place my hand over my mouth to stop the laugh that wants to burst forth just as Jack chuckles and whispers in my ear. “You said that last bit out loud.”
****
Jack walks into the apartment behind me, and we both stop when Chaos is sitting at the table with a young boy.
“Oh, here you are. Come and meet Corey,” Chaos says as though this is the most natural thing in the world.
“Hello, Corey,” I respond because what else are you supposed to do?
“Hi, Victoria. Uncle Chaos has told me about you. Can I call you Auntie?” Corey asks, and I side-eye Chaos who is smirking, and Jack who seems to be having a coughing fit.
“Um…”
I again look at Chaos, and he smirks. “Of course, you can. Now let’s eat.”
Jack says his goodbyes, then skedaddles, and I mean he nearly skips out of the apartment. I take a seat at the table and give a nod of thanks when Chaos places a plate in front of me.
“Uncle Chaos kicked my dad in the head. Pow! He was out cold. It was awesome…” Corey is looking at me with a huge smile on his face, and I’m unsure what I’m supposed to say, or how I’m supposed to react, but Corey continues, “Oh, and one of the deputies shot my mom. She’s dead now.”
My mouth drops open and I stare at Corey who is not showing any sign of trauma because his mother is dead. In fact, he is showing the opposite. He looks like he would throw a party given the chance.
“It’s okay, Victoria. Deputy Aaron shot her because she attacked me with a knife,” Chaos adds, and again I sit looking like a goldfish. Mouth opening and closing involuntarily.
Shaking his head, Chaos takes something out of his ear and then taps something on his phone, sending a message I see when I lean forward to look.
“Damn, I forgot that was in my ear. Specs has been listening to every conversation I’ve had since we were at your house, Corey.”
Chaos turns his head and looks at me, then states, “Good thing we weren’t bumping uglies or he’d have been a listening observer.”
That does it. I’m out of my seat and head to my bedroom, where I close the door and thank whoever had the apartment before me and put a lock on it. Oh, you guessed right… I locked the sucker then sat on my bed, wondering what the hell I’ve gotten involved with.
In my mind, I create bullet points—1. Boyfriend I didn’t have. 2. Boyfriend moves into my apartment. 3. I gained multiple friends. 4. Old ladies with dicks strapped on. 5. Become an auntie. 6. Earpieces and privacy.
Climbing onto the bed, I lay with my head on one pillow and cuddle another. That is how I fall asleep and dream about dicks, kids and running away to Ireland. Why Ireland, I’ve no idea, but it could be better than here.
****
The next morning, I totally blank the issue of Corey being here. I’ve no idea where he slept and I’m not asking. I pick up my phone and have a message from Star to be ready as she’ll be here at nine sharp to pick me up. Where we are going, I don’t know, and I don’t care.
I ignore Chaos the best I can and give Corey small smiles and the smallest responses I can get away with. I could giggle when I hear Corey telling Chaos that women do this when they are angry about something, and just to wait and it’ll blow over, eventually.
“I’m going with Star this morning, Chaos,” I say because I owe him that much. He’s been fantastic if I’m being honest, and he didn’t need to do everything he has for me.
“Okay. I’m taking Corey with me to the clubhouse. I’ll have to speak to Aaron and find out what is happening with Corey’s father. I’m going to have a busy day, but I’ll catch up with you later.”
Now, before I can reply, Chaos steps forward, takes my face into his hands, and kisses me. It’s not a sweet kiss either. Chaos’ lips met mine, and it was questioning at first, and I couldn’t help but respond.
The kiss quickly went past tentative and into passionate. It is a claiming. That is how it felt to me. Chaos claiming my mouth, and me. He tasted divine and carried a hint of the coffee he drank earlier. My head is spinning as he deepens the kiss more, and my heart is pounding.
When I hear a giggle, I rip myself away from Chaos, and I must look startled because Corey laughs even more. “Auntie Victoria, you are blushing.”
“Be quiet, Corey. It’s rude to make that comment.” I don’t say it harshly, but he can see it’s embarrassed me so quickly nods his head and looks at Chaos.
A knock at the door breaks the awkward moment, and I watch as it opens and Star bounces into the apartment. I’m not sure where she gets all her energy from, but I think I need to visit that place.
“Good morning,” Star says brightly, right as she notices Corey. “Oh, hi there. Who are you?”
“I’m Corey, and this is my uncle Chaos.”
Now, to say he throws that out proudly would be an inadequate description. We would need to say Corey stands up tall, throws his chest out and declares Chaos to be his uncle.
I don’t wait to hear it all. I head to the bedroom, grab my jacket and purse and quickly make my way back to the kitchen, grabbing Star by the arm and dragging her out the door shouting, “Bye, see you later,” as I do.
“Not a word, Star. Not a word,” I state as we get into her posh Charger. I’ve never seen one so stunning. The paintwork is amazing, and I don’t hold back telling her as she drives to wherever we are going.
My mind is all over the place, and I’m still worried about Bethy. Maybe Wings will get to her before her brother does, and that’s what I’m hoping. I never liked Art, and he’s never been a good brother to Bethy. I, for once, hope he does the right thing and leaves her alone.
Pulling into the front of a building, I’m surprised to see a sign that says, ‘Nell’s Bed and Breakfast.’ It’s a simple sign. It’s just a statement, really. I turn and look at Star, “Nell’s?”
“Yeah. Everyone has to meet Nell!” Star rolls her eyes as though that is an explanation, and you know what? Whatever!