Prologue #2
They exchanged amused glances. “Man, can you give us more details? Prying your lips apart takes the jaws of life. Tell us the truth. All that online work you do is surfing porn sites, isn’t it?” Stitch teased.
I didn’t take offense. I knew Stitch was joking and wanted to get me to relax. I smirked but didn’t answer.
“No, it’s not porn. He’s really a secret agent, and he’s working for the government, like Smoke and Everly do in Dublin Falls,” Forge guessed. I let my smirk grow.
“Nah, I bet he has an online girlfriend he’s keeping from us,” Fury added his theory.
“If it’s a woman and he held out on telling me, I’m gonna kick his ass. I’m his best friend,” Nomad groused.
I decided to answer them. “If I’m a secret agent, I wouldn’t tell you.
That’s the whole concept behind being secret.
As for the porn sites, I won’t lie. I do surf them from time to time, but I’m not addicted to them like some people around this table.
” This jab had them all flipping me off as I glanced at them.
I continued, “And I don’t have a girlfriend, though if I did, I’d have to decide whether I admitted it to any of you.”
“You wouldn’t even tell me? Why not?” Nomad asked.
“Because you’d all want to meet her, and then I’d have to warn your asses off and maybe beat a few of you. I wouldn’t want you to know about her until I had her locked down and a property cut on her.”
There were grumbles, but they nodded.
“Probably a smart move. Now that it looks like the old lady blockade has lifted, everyone will be more eager than before to find someone for themselves. Well, maybe not Forge and the prospects, but the rest of us,” Stitch said.
“I don’t know about Dylan and Keno, but I’m all for it if I end up with a quality woman like Wrath and Rage have.
Or someone like the old ladies in the other clubs.
I’m tired of all the scheming, brainless sluts throwing themselves at us.
Sure, sex is always good, but it gets boring after a while.
There’s no difference between them. They’re all the same,” Forge admitted.
“If you think we’re ready, imagine being Smoke, Ryder, Crusher, or Chains. They’re older than all of us. Ryder is turning forty in September. At least we have hope. Rage found Betty when he was in his mid-fifties,” Nomad reminded us.
“True. But I’d like to have kids. I want to be able to play and have fun with them, not have them have to wipe my ass and feed me,” Fury quipped. His remark made us all chuckle.
For the next hour, we sat there shooting the breeze and razzing each other. It was fun, and I relaxed. The other brothers ended up coming to join us until we were all gathered at two tables we’d pushed together in the middle of the room.
We were so into our stories and carrying on loudly that we didn’t notice that we were no longer alone.
The first clue came when Shandi approached the tables.
Right behind her were Cheeks and Silk. The three of them were our club bunnies.
Club bunnies, also referred to as club sluts, or cut sluts, were here for one thing: to service members and prospects in whatever way they required.
They received monetary perks along with protection from the club.
The hangers were random women from town who were permitted to visit the clubhouse on Friday and Saturday nights.
They also had sex with us, but there was no money or protection offered.
The bunnies and hangers had an open invitation, unless otherwise communicated, to be here on those two nights.
On the other nights of the week, if one or more of us wanted companionship, we could go into town to look for it, or we’d ask specific bunnies or hangers to the clubhouse.
“Good evening, fellas. My, you’re all looking handsome and lonely,” Shandi cooed.
Her eyes hungrily scanned us, no doubt trying to see who would want her tonight.
Unless someone asked her to spend the night with them, she’d fuck and then return to the common room to see who else she could please for the night.
Yes, you could argue it was prostitution, which is illegal.
The key difference to us was they were here of their own free will, the same way the hangers were.
When I thought about the lives these women led, even though it was voluntary, I often wondered what drew them to be used the way they were.
I figured they didn’t have much self-esteem.
As the club’s hacker, I was responsible for vetting everyone connected to the club.
That meant prospects, members, old ladies, close outsiders, and hangers.
That was in addition to employees. We didn’t do it for the one-time-and-done hangers, since they changed so often and only some became regulars.
Some of the things I discovered gave me an idea of why they had issues.
I hated it. But I was a man with needs, and if they were willing, and I always verified they were, even if I’d fucked one before, I wouldn’t pass up sex.
But again, it was growing old for me. I agreed with what Forge said.
Seeing them, and then the first hanger traipsing in, I knew it was time for me to go. Standing up, I addressed my brothers.
“It’s been real, guys, but I’ve got work to do. I’ll be heading home. See you tomorrow. Try to stay out of trouble.”
“The real fun is about to start. Aren’t you gonna stay?” Chaos asked. Silk was rubbing up against him.
“Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. Later,” I replied.
I then beat feet out of there before someone else tried to stop me.
I escaped the grasping hands of Cheeks and sidled down the hallway to one of the exit doors.
As I walked through the warm summer night, I couldn’t shake the feeling that more changes were coming for the club and me.
Whether they were good ones or not, we’d have to wait and see.