Shameful Behavior
Morgan
My sore stomach ached as I laughed at the girls. The moment I arrived, the wives welcomed me with open arms, and way too many shots and drinks.
Stephanie was obviously the life of the party, but then I met Tonya, Courtney, Lori, and Lydia. They were all gorgeous, and only made up a small number of the wives that lived at Creed’s Lake. Valerie wasn’t a wife, but obviously friends with Stephanie and her crew. Zoey was also in attendance, but she and Bolton were a little more reserved. There were a few other tables of women, but I didn’t get to meet them before the shots took effect. The music started up and the girls pulled me out to the dance floor. The drinks went down smooth and before I knew it, I was drunk while giving pole dancing lessons to the wives. Then the other women joined in and were throwing dollar bills at us, even Felicity and her girls.
I never laughed so hard in my life. Stephanie picked it up pretty quick but a few of the other wives landed on their faces. We were all a complete mess, and eventually, the men abandoned their poker games and took seats to watch us.
The few times I glanced at Creed he had a scowl on his face, then at other times he was laughing. He hadn’t been drinking, but at some point he must have given in and had a drink in his hand. My poor bruised belly couldn’t take much more, so I stumbled over to Creed but there was nowhere to sit, so he pulled me down on his lap. Little did he know he started something he would regret. The lap dances started, and they weren’t put on by Felicity’s girls. The wives were in control and the husband’s loved it.
Then the bar filled up with single men, and I lost it when they went up on stage and acted like male strippers. Even the husband’s were laughing when the wives picked up the dollar bills from the floor and threw them at the guys. It probably should have been illegal to have so many hot guys in one place.
I was still laughing from the best seat in the place. “Do you see what you started?” Creed whispered in my ear and my body shivered.
“This isn’t my fault.” I defended myself.
“Really? Because in the entire existence of this place nothing like this has ever happened with the wives. Everyone is drunk and all those prospects sitting over in the corner pouting have to get us all home.” He wrapped his arms around me, and I leaned back into his chest.
“Its just a little fun.”
“You deserve it, Morgan.” He kissed my cheek.
I was done. I was wrapped up in his warmth and I never wanted to move. I could have curled up right there and fell asleep, but I guess eleven o’clock hit and the bar changed. It was time for the show.
“We should go home.” Creed said.
“No, I want to stay and see what happens. Does Josh turn into a pumpkin or something?”
“What happens now isn’t for innocent eyes.” He said.
“Do you think I’m a nun or something?”
One of his hands let go of me and he pointed at some doors on the other side of the room. “It turns into a sex club, Morgan. If you’re lucky they will go into one of those rooms, but most don’t give a shit. You grew up knowing Josh, so do you really want to see him fucking some chick against the wall or getting sucked off?”
I gulped. “Not really, but I am curious. Do you do those things? Hang out here normally?”
He kissed my cheek again and whispered lightly into my ear. “No, not normally, and we are both drunk. Let’s get out of here before it gets too crazy.” His grip on me became tighter and I could feel what was hard under me. “This will fuck with both of our heads, Morgan. Please can we go?”
I adjusted the way I was sitting, just so my butt would rub up against what was hiding behind his zipper. “I would like one more drink and to see the start of the show. I played a stripper once and…”
He put his hand over my mouth. “Do not finish that sentence. The last thing I need to hear right now is anything about you stripping.”
Josh pulled up a chair and glared at me then at Creed. “I thought you’d head out with the wives?”
Yeah, he wanted me gone so he could have his fun. I’d easily admit I didn’t want to see someone I knew my whole life get it on with some girl.
“She wants one last drink and to say goodbye to everyone.” Creed said as he still had his hand over my mouth.
I removed his hand. “I want to watch the show and critique the girls. I played a stripper once and I was pretty good at it. You know I’m also a dancer, right?”
Creed groaned behind me and Josh laughed.
“Morgan, things get pretty crazy here and I don’t think its appropriate for you to stay.” Josh looked behind me and I saw sudden regret on his face. I then heard a growl and turned to see who was standing behind me.
“Oh, hell no!” I stood and put my hand on Patrick’s chest and started to push him toward the exit of the bar. Creed stopped me and I narrowed my eyes on him. “Not my little brother!”
“Calm down, Morgan. He’s only here to scope the place out to see if he wants to prospect.” Creed defended himself.
“You are not sending my little brother on missions or getting him sucked off in public. He already has a bad reputation as a little slut in town.”
“Me? Morgan, most of the world has seen your bare ass. You don’t get to judge.” Patrick defended himself.
Creed spoke up. “He’s not prospecting for missions. We all agree it would be good to have a first responder living here. Not everyone takes missions.”
“But you’ll let him fuck these girls in public? What if someone takes photos and sells them to the tabloids? What if he catches a disease? He’s just a cute little brother, not a sex addict!” I looked at Patrick. “You’re not an addict, right?”
He shook his head no.
“Liar! I’m telling mom!” I threatened him and his eyes grew.
Creed and Josh both laughed but Josh decided to speak. “You should have been here thirty minutes ago to see your sister on stage.”
Patrick narrowed his eyes at Creed. “What the hell, man? You’re supposed to keep her safe and out of trouble. Look at her, she’s swaying. How much did she drink?”
Creed chuckled. “It was perfectly PG, well maybe not PG but close, more like rated for mature audiences. She was enjoying ladies night and let loose with the girls. She had a little too much to drink and was showing the wives how to pole dance. She was fully clothed.”
Patrick scoffed. “When is she ever fully clothed? Do you know how much money I’ve donated to the church to have her added to the prayer list?” He then looked at me. “Why can’t I have two normal sisters instead of just one? You don’t have to keep flaunting your ass around the world, Morgan.” He looked at Creed and Josh who were already laughing. “The one time my dad forgets the condom at sixteen, and do you see what happens?” He pointed at me. “This is the result. Try growing up to all your buddies jacking off to your sisters movie posters and bragging about it!”
The guys were laughing too hard to stand straight, and Patrick was being serious. I shoved my finger into his chest. “You are the little brother. Why not go make your own friends and not come here to fuck alongside mine? Get a life, Patrick!”
“Morgan, lets go. Patrick is a grown man and can make his own decisions.” Creed tried to pull me away.
“He can make his own decisions? Creed, this is the kid that got caught fingering our cousin, Kimberly, at a family reunion when he was fourteen!”
Creed and Josh got disgusted looks on their faces. “What the fuck, man?”
Patrick narrowed his eyes on me. “You know I had to go to therapy for that, Morgan. I didn’t know she was my cousin. She said her last name was Simon!”
“We were at a family reunion, Patrick! You shamed our entire family! All sides!” He was out of his mind if he thought I was going to leave him at a sex club.
“How was I supposed to know her mom’s maiden name was Rossi? We were at a state park for God’s sake!” He defended himself. “The place was huge and there were more families there than just ours!”
“Places like family reunions aren’t meant for hooking up! Damn you can be so dumb.” I shook my head in shame.
Patrick pointed his finger at me. “Hey, you know I was the victim that day. She knew who I was and came on to me!” Patrick looked at Creed. “She was raised in Arkansas and acted like it was perfectly normal. I still have nightmares. Never attended another family reunion again.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s because the entire family vowed to never have a reunion again after that day. Everyone was pretty damn traumatized, especially great grandma.”
“Thank God.” Creed laughed at Patrick.
“You’re embarrassing me, Morgan. You’re not supposed to tell anyone that story.”
“I’m embarrassing you? I’ve found you at a sex club!” I was so pissed. Not only because of the sex club thing, but I didn’t want my little brother risking his life more than he already did. What if they decided to send him on a mission or something?
“It won’t be just me. Uncle Darren is making a few decisions himself.” Patrick smiled like he won or something.
“Ewe! Gross!” I gagged.
Creed put his hand on my shoulder. “Everything is fine, Morgan. The prospects are watching Patrick. He’s not permitted to touch any of the girls. Only members can touch them, remember my safe sex rules? The STD testing? He can watch but he can’t touch.” Creed assured me.
I glared at Creed. “I can’t believe you’re allowing mischievous little brothers in this place.”
Creed laughed. “All these guys are probably someone’s little brothers.”
Patrick rolled his eyes at me like I was the idiot. “I’m twenty eight, so it’s perfectly legal for me to have sex now.”
I looked at Creed. “You should add an IQ test to those STD tests.”
Creed nodded. “I will think about it.”
I pointed at Patrick. “He finger fucked our cousin. Remember that when making your decision.”
Patrick groaned. “I might as well make another therapy appointment. Thanks a lot for reminding me of my trauma, Morgan. Great sistering.”
“Fuck off, cousin fucker.” I stormed to the bar and ordered two shots of tequila. My little brother was a sex fiend, my best friend was dead and murdered right in front of me, I was about to become a mother to a traumatized six year old, I was giving up the only career I ever knew, I was lusting over a man I barely knew, and I had to come to terms with the fact that my sweet and adorable uncle was going to be joining a sex club. I didn’t think there was enough tequila in the world to numb my pain or take away my misery. I was able to get three shots thrown back before Creed stopped talking to Patrick and realized what I was doing. I slammed the glass down. “Another one.”
A large hand took the shot glass away. Creed looked at the prospect who was tending bar. “She’s done. Have Masters take my bike home then have O’Hara bring his side by side around. We’re going to need a ride.”
“I am just fine, Creed.” I leaned against him.
“You’re not fine, and in a few minutes you’ll be worse.”
I stomped my foot. “I want to watch the girls. I bet I’m better at dancing than them.”
“I have no doubts, but we need to get you home.” He guided me toward the door.
“I really am good at pole dancing. Did you see the movie? Nobody made me get naked in that one though. I got to wear my panties and stickers over my nipples. I played a teenage runaway that had to strip to care for her little baby. I was a mommy in that movie.” I was leaning into him as we walked.
“No, I didn’t see it.”
I stopped walking. “You don’t watch my movies?” I started to cry.
He smiled. “I didn’t say I never watched any of your movies.”
I placed my hand on his cheek. “Aww, you watched me?” I scrunched my nose. “Just not the naked ones? You watched my princess movie, didn’t you?”
“I can’t say that I saw that one. I did see Death’s Door though.”
I scrunched my nose again. “There was a sex scene, but I promise he wasn’t really inside me. It was all fake.” I giggled. “Except for my boobs, they’re real.”
He shut his eyes and shook his head. “I really didn’t need to know that, Morgan.” He opened his eyes, and they trailed down to my cleavage.
“Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it later, when we get home. Johnathan said if I ever got a boob job I should be arrested. I had the best boobs in Hollywood and didn’t need any work.”
He growled. “You were just a fucking kid, Morgan. Did he ever hurt you?”
I shook my head then realized how light my body was becoming. “Nope, just worked me like a mule.” I stumbled but he kept me upright. “I have to pee.”
He groaned. “It can’t wait until we get home? I can tell those last shots just kicked in.”
“Nope and I have snaps, on my snatch.” I laughed. “Say it. Its fun. Snaps on my snatch.” I giggled. “Somebody has to help me, I can’t stand up straight. That…those…teqewa shots are my best friends now.” I hiccupped.
“Shit!” He cursed then fumbled around for his phone as he held me up. He called someone and asked them to help me. “Come on, there’s bathrooms over here.” He helped me walk to the bathroom. Then I saw my new friends.
“Hey look, it’s Felicity and Tina. We made friends, Creed.”
“We’ve got her from here.” Felicity said.
“What the hell are snaps on her snatch?” He asked.
“She’s wearing a body suit, and they button at the crotch.” Felicity said, then took me to pee.
“I’m on my period too.” I laughed as they helped me walk away and I heard Creed groan again.