Moose Chapter 14
There was a flurry of activity as the men racked the balls. The women went to the cue rack and chose their cue sticks. They chalked the tips and held them out to see that they were straight. They sure were acting as if they knew what they were doing.
“You want us to break so we get a good scatter?” Nero asked.
“No, we’re good. Let’s flip a coin for who breaks,” Zisa said calmly.
Rocky stepped up with one. “Ladies, call it,” he said as he flipped it high in the air.
“Tails,” Shantel hollered.
Rocky caught it and slapped it on the back of his other hand before lifting it up so he could see it. He grinned. “It’s tails, the women break.”
Nero groaned.
A quick whispered comment between the ladies, and then Shantel stepped up to make the first move. The crack of the balls was loud because the music had been shut off, and everyone was gathered to watch the game. The balls went flying across the felt top. Two ended up going into the pockets. It was one of each.
“Your choice, solids or stripes,” Kingpin offered.
“We’ll take stripes,” Zisa told him as her mom went to line up the next shot. She sank another before missing.
Back and forth they went. Despite starting strong, Nero and King won the first round. They were smiling big as the next round started. This one they got to break. It was intense again, but this time, our old ladies won. It was now up to the third game to determine who was the winner.
Before it started, Zisa asked. “How would you guys like to place a bet on who wins? Say fifty bucks?”
“Oh hell yeah, I’ll take that bet,” Nero crowed. He got out his wallet. Before she could ask me to go get her purse, I removed cash from my wallet. Carnage was doing the same.
“Babe, I don’t need you to put up my bet,” she whispered.
“I know, but this saves time. You can give it to me later.”
She nodded. I had no intention of taking her money, but we’d argue that later. With the money on the table, Zisa broke the balls. It was the fastest game of all. The women sank three balls before missing. Nero got two, then it was back to them. Shantel got two on her play. That left them with two plus the eight ball and the guys with five and the eight. I held my breath as King kept sinking them. By the time he missed, they were tied. Zisa studied the table critically, and then, just like she was out for a Sunday walk, she sank the last two stripes and the eight ball. The groans were as loud as the cheers. I picked Zisa up and swung her around as she laughed. She gave me a big kiss, which made me want to say the hell with the night and take her back to our room.
“Enough of that. We need to know where they learned to play like that,” Sway, one of the regular members, said.
Reluctantly, I eased my mouth away from hers. I might remove my lips, but I kept my arms around her and turned her back to my front so we both faced Sway. He wore an eager expression.
“I had a childhood friend who was a huge pool player. He taught me, and we spent a lot of hours playing for years. When Zisa got older, he visited one time, and we went to play at a local bar. I had my girls with me. They watched. Zuri was bored, but Zisa was enthralled. Afterward, she asked to be taught. It grew from there. It was a cheap way to be entertained and spend time together when she was growing up. It’s still fun, but we don’t get to do it as often as we’d like,” Shantel explained.
“Is the friend the same one you rode his bike when you were younger?” I whispered in Zisa’s ear.
“Yes, that’s him.”
“It sounds like he and your mom were really close. Were they ever, you know, involved? And he sounds like a man who would be in a club.”
She laughed. “No, they were never involved. I asked once, and she said he was always too much like her brother for her to have romantic feelings for him. As for whether he’s in a club, as far as I know, he isn’t, but Mama would know for sure.”
I stored that away to ask a different day. My curiosity to meet this man was growing. I smiled as she and Shantel were congratulated, and more challenges were thrown out for matches. They promised they’d think about playing another before we left tomorrow. I walked Zisa over to the nearby dart board.
“And should I ask if you play darts, too? Is this something your mom’s friend taught you?” I asked.
“Yes, Eryck taught us both. I’d say we’re not as good at darts as we are at pool, but we do okay,” Shantel answered as she and Carnage joined us.
“When can we meet this Eryck? I’d like to get to know him if he’s such a good friend of yours,” Carnage said.
“I’ll call him after we get back and ask him if he’s going to be around soon. I’d like for you to meet him,” Shantel replied.
We didn’t end up playing a game of darts. Instead, we retook our seats and sat watching the others steadily get crazier and drunker. The kids were hustled off to their beds. When the moms returned, I saw that tonight would be a full club participation one—not uncommon when you had others here, especially other women. Zisa and her mom were lured away to sit with the other old ladies. I didn’t mind. The way they were laughing, I knew they were having fun.
Unlike earlier, Carnage and I began to drink. We weren’t getting shit-faced drunk, but a nice buzz wouldn’t hurt. I saw our women were having a few drinks as well. Music was playing. Suddenly, the music got louder, and the old ladies were moving to the middle of the room where there were no tables. They proceeded to start dancing.
It didn’t take long for my jeans to get uncomfortably tight due to the erection I was sporting. I was having flashbacks to the striptease the other night as I watched Zisa shake, shimmy, and twist her lush body. She was holding nothing back, and from the looks of it, neither was her mom, and Zisa got her dancing skills from Shantel. I glanced over at Carnage, who was seated beside me. His gaze was glued on his woman. The heated look he had told me he was just as affected as I was. I bet he was sporting a hard-on, too, but I didn’t glance down to check. I didn’t need to see that.
Encouragement was shouted for the women to shake it more, and those yells didn’t just come from their old men. Soon, we were pounding on the tables to the beat of the music. This had the women smiling and dancing harder.
Not a lot of men danced, or if they did, it was only to slow dance. I wasn’t one to automatically do it, but get a little alcohol in me and have Zisa up there, and I was ready. Sliding back my chair, I stood. I heard someone mumble, “He’s gonna steal her away.”
I heard a chuckle which sounded like it belonged to Carnage. He’d seen me dance a few times over the years. Slowly, I stalked up to the impromptu dance floor. Zisa had her back to me, so she didn’t see me coming, and none of the other women warned her. Just as I reached her, the music changed to something sexy, kinda like what she stripped to. The other women were moving away. Before Zisa could, I wrapped my arms around her from behind. She jumped and jerked her head around. Her surprise morphed into amazement as I began to sway with her. This caused a smile to crease her lips.
The next thing I knew, she had one of her arms raised with her hand gripping the side of my neck. The other held one of my hands to her stomach. She swayed her hips even more. I forgot about anyone else being there as we got caught up in the dance. It was a slow, sensual one that screamed sex. Vaguely, the whistles, shouts, and cheers eventually registered, but we didn’t bother to acknowledge them. There was bumping, grinding, hips swaying, asses shaking, and lots of hands skimming bodies.
When the song came to an end, we came out of our trance. I whipped her around to face me. I took her mouth hungrily. My erection was painful, and I knew everyone could see it. I didn’t give a fuck. Zisa hopped, so I automatically grabbed her ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as she deepened our kiss. A hard slap on the back broke us apart. It was Carnage.
“You’d better take it to your room before you give the club a show you didn’t mean to give.”
I fought to slow my heartbeat and calm my throbbing hard-on. It was still rather early. I would love to take her to our room and fuck all night, but she might want to stay.
“Goddamn, I had no idea you could dance like that, man,” Blanco said.
“Hey, I’m called Moose due to my size, not my agility. If I’d been named for that, you’d be calling me Panther,” I joked.
Others were praising our dance. I was busy watching her. I saw the desire burning in her gaze. I was lowering my head to whisper in her ear to ask if she wanted to go to our room when there was a loud cheer again. Scanning to see why, I groaned. Through the door came a group of women. No need to ask who they were. Based on the lack of clothing and the overly done-up faces of some, the bunnies and hangers had arrived. I was still holding her.
“Bae, we can say the hell with this and go to our room,” I offered.
She sighed. “I’d love to, but I don’t want to leave Mama to face these women alone. As much as we hope none of them will make a move on either of you, it’s unlikely we’ll be that lucky. Plus, Carnage is a president. You told me he’d attract even more female attention. Either from those who want to brag they slept with a club president or the ones who want to be an old lady. I’m sorry, but I’ve got to stay.”
I was disappointed, but I understood why. I couldn’t blame her. I reluctantly lowered her legs down. “Then we’ll stay, but I’m only capable of giving this an hour, and then we’re gone. I need you.”
“Thank you. And I agree. Any longer, I’ll be attacking you right here. I know these perverts would love it, but I’m not up for that kind of thing.”
I laughed and nodded. She was right. They would. We maneuvered our way over to where my pres and her mom stood. Shantel was studying the women who came in and scattered themselves around the large room. She wasn’t upset, just contemplative.
“Why don’t we get another drink and have a rest?” I suggested.
“I could stand to do that. Mama, what about you?”
“Sure. Let’s go get them at the bar. I’ve sat at a table long enough. I want to see what it’s like to be over there. It’s been a while since I’ve sat at a bar.”
After we made it to the bar, and our women sat on a stool while we stood, Shantel continued. “Are there any rules here about flirting with the bartender?” she asked rather slyly, I thought.
She said it just as one of the prospects came up to us. Carnage let out a loud growl, which had the poor prospect’s eyes going wide, and he turned pale. He was glancing all around. I think he was debating whether to run or not. For all I knew, he may have pissed or shit his pants.
“Woman, you flirt with these prospects and see what it gets you and them. In your case, a red ass and tied to the bed. For them, a one-way walk in the dark.”
“If the threat of a spanking and being tied to your bed is supposed to be a deterrent, I suggest you think up another. All that does is make me want to misbehave. As for the one-way walk, why harm them? I said I was flirting with them, not the other way around. Besides, look at them. I’m old enough to be their mother, Carnage.”
“And you think you being older than them will stop them from flirting back or wanting in your pants? Christ, have you looked in the mirror? You wouldn’t say no to her, would you?” he suddenly asked the frozen prospect. He was in his mid-twenties by the look of him. He gulped and gave me a terrified look like I could save him.
“Well, answer,” Carnage barked.
“I-well, uhm, shit, is there an answer that won’t get me killed?” he finally asked.
“Just tell the truth. Lying will guarantee your death,” Pres told him.
We’d attracted the attention of others who were silently waiting to see what the poor guy would say. He inhaled deeply, stood tall, and spoke.
“Well, if I’m a dead man regardless, then the answer is, yes, I’d flirt with you in a damn heartbeat, and if you would let me take you to bed, I’d be all over you. You’re a sexy, gorgeous woman. I don’t care about age, although I don’t believe you’re old enough to be my mom.”
Shantel was beaming at him, and Zisa was smiling. Carnage was glaring at him, but he hadn’t come over the bar to choke him or pulled out his gun and shot him, so I thought the odds of the prospect living were decent.
“Sugar, this one here is mine. She’s twenty-eight, and I have another one who is thirty-three. And if that’s not enough, I have two granddaughters. I’m certainly old enough to be your mama, but I do thank you for making me feel good,” Shantel told him with a smile.
“Get her a drink before I decide to kill you just to serve as a warning. And I better not catch you making eyes at her,” Carnage told him extra gruff.
Several around us were laughing while some of the guys were egging it on. I was chuckling when the prospect took Shantel’s order and then turned to ask Zisa for hers. He smiled as he said, “What can I get a stunner like you?”
It was my turn to growl and scowl. He heard me, causing his smile to dim. “Just because my pres let you live doesn’t mean you’re safe. Flirt with my woman, and you’ll end up the same.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, he’s not harming anyone, and it feels good to be appreciated by more than just your man. And how is he any different from those women circling the room like vultures waiting for us to turn our backs so they can rub up on you and offer themselves to you? In fact, he’s much better because he’s not propositioning us. Should we go make the rounds and talk to all of those women and warn them if they talk, smile, or approach you and Carnage, they’ll be getting the beatdown of their lives?” Zisa asked.
“Now, Bae, there’s no need to do that. As for him, it’s just good to keep him on his best behavior,” I protested.
“And smacking those women into line ensures the same thing,” Shantel chimed in.
I was about to offer up what undoubtedly would be a lame reason why it wasn’t the same, but I was prevented by a comment from the crowd.
“I’d like to see those two bitches try it. I’d snatch the weaves right out of their heads if they run their mouths or try to touch me,” a woman said acidly. Another couple hummed in agreement.
It was as if they turned in slow motion. Zisa and Shantel rotated on their stools to face away from the bar, gently pushing on Carnage and me to get us to step aside. We did it. Their narrowed gazes scanned the crowd.
“Not sure which one of you said it, but let us clear something up. One, our hair is all-natural. Ain’t no weave on our heads. Two, if you keep your mouths shut and your asses away from our men, then we have no problem. However, don’t do that, and you’ll see what these two bitches do,” Shantel warned.
“And while you may pull hair, slap, and scratch, we don’t,” Zisa added.
I figured whoever said it wouldn’t have the guts to say more with the women facing them. I was wrong. One came pushing her way through the ones in front of her to stand there with her hip cocked out and a mutinous expression on her face.
“And what if your men come up to us and want us to suck their cocks or fuck them? That’s not our fault,” she snapped.
“No, it wouldn’t be if they were dumb enough to ask you or anyone else to do it. However, I don’t see that happening,” Zisa said.
“And why is that?” was the woman’s comeback.
I wanted to tell her to shut up. I recognized her. She was one of the hangers who’d hung on me last time I was here. The one to leave her awful perfume scent behind.
“Because why would they want to ruin what they have with us for a piece of forgettable ass they’ll never remember the name of by morning? They’d have to be stupid, and I don’t see these two being stupid,” Shantel said.
She had a slight smirk on her face. What she said was the truth, but unfortunately, the hanger got upset. The other old ladies were all grinning, nodding, and murmuring in agreement.
Another hanger had to add her two cents worth. “I’m sick of women coming here and staking claim on men. You’re not any better than us. And who’re you to be saying anything anyway? You’re no different from us. You’re not old ladies, just women they picked up for some fun. You have no right to dictate to us.”
I knew we had to do something before a physical fight broke out. Zisa and Shantel slid to their feet. I peeked over to see what Carnage was doing. He was frowning and was scooting closer to Shantel. I did the same to Zisa.
“Listen, they’re—” I was cut off by the one I recognized as I was trying to explain that they were old ladies. She cut me off when she grabbed my arm and tried to pull me toward her. I was caught by surprise.
“He wasn’t complaining when I was with him a few days ago. He more than loved what I gave him,” she said with a smirk, and then she tried to kiss me.
That’s when all hell broke loose. Until then, it had been amusing to watch the women snark at each other. Bikers loved a good fight, even if it was between women. However, not when it involves your woman. Zisa came from my opposite side and grabbed the hanger’s hand. She bent her fingers back until the woman screamed in pain and let go of me. Then Zisa twisted her arm up behind the woman’s back, causing her to cry out in more pain. In a clear, loud voice, my woman laid it out for the other.
“Sweetheart, I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care. What I do care about is the fact you put your grubby paw on my man and claimed that you slept with him a few days ago when I know that’s a lie. Oh, I know about you and two others trying your luck and being sent on your way. He told you then that he wasn’t interested and was taken. From the smell of it, you’re the one who left her God-awful cheap perfume stink on him. As for me not being his old lady, I am. I’m just waiting for my property cut. He hasn’t been home to get it yet. And the same goes for my mama. Carnage has claimed her.”
She let go of the offender and lightly shoved her away from us. The hanger was crying, but instead of walking off and either leaving or keeping her trap shut, she had to swing back around and continue. She let out a cackle of a laugh.
“He might’ve told you he didn’t, but I had his cock in my mouth, my pussy, and ass that night, and he told me I was the best he’d ever had. He said the woman he was with was a boring fuck, and he was glad for something exciting.”
I was beginning to sweat. What if Zisa got insecure again and believed her? If perfume was enough to trigger her last time, then this bitch’s words were way more than enough. I took several steps toward the woman. I’d throw her ass out myself. Before I reached her, she shouted more.
“And when I was done with him, I fucked your mama’s supposed man, too. He said he was tired of fucking an old woman.”
The shouts of outrage and the roar that came from both me and Carnage were halted by Zisa and her mom. As if they choreographed it, they lunged at the same time and punched the lying slut. Shantel took her in the mouth and Zisa in the stomach. The hanger screamed and doubled over, going to her knees.
“Get her the fuck out of here. And I don’t want to see her again. This is goddamn ridiculous. We’re trying to show our brothers and their old ladies a good time, and this is what happens. I thought after a few of you were told to stop last time, you’d learn, but I guess you’re too stupid. Anyone else who plans to cause trouble, you can leave, too!” Rocky shouted. Blanco and Fidget were standing next to him, glaring with their arms crossed.
Without another word, the VP and sergeant-at-arms walked over and tugged the woman upright. Supporting her on either side, they walked her to the door. I saw two other women scurrying after her. If I wasn’t mistaken, they were the other two I had to shove off me last time, too.
I curled an arm around Zisa and lifted her hand she punched with. “Baby, are you alright?” I asked softly. Carnage was holding Shantel and talking to her so no one else could hear him.
“I’m fine. I’m sorry. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. I’d like to use the alcohol as an excuse, but it would be a lie. Her bullshit pissed me off. And then to say she did those things with you and that she did the same with Carnage made me see red. I never meant to cause a scene. I need to apologize to Rocky,” she muttered. Before I could stop her, she pulled away and walked off. She was making a beeline for Topeka’s president.
I reached them as she began talking. “Rocky, I want to apologize, and I hope you won’t hold our bad behavior against Moose and Carnage. Mama and I were the ones who instigated them and made it physical. I won’t lie and say it was the alcohol. It was my temper. I think it would be best if I excuse myself to our room until it’s time to return home. It was a pleasure to meet you and your club. Thank you for your hospitality.”
Rocky studied her for several moments before he threw back his head, let out a loud guffaw, and slapped his leg. “Jesus H. Christ, woman, don’t apologize. You’re ruining it. That’s one of the best scrimmages we’ve had in a while when it comes to you ladies. It’s always fun to see how some of those women act. No one in my club will hold it against you. And there’s still plenty of them to go around for those who want company. You only spoke the truth. What man in his right mind would risk losing you or your sexy mama for a fleeting moment with another woman? I wouldn’t. Just saying, in case either of you want to toss your old man aside,” he said, and then he winked and quirked his eyebrow at Carnage and then me.
This broke the silence, and everyone, other than the hangers and bunnies, was back to laughing, joking, and congratulating our old ladies. I stood back and let them. Not exactly the introduction to club life I wanted, but it was a valuable one.