Tank’s Weakness (Saint’s Outlaws MC: Pensacola Chapter #4)

Prologue

I’m dreading tonight. I know what she wants from me, but I don’t want to do it.

I sit in my room and wait for the inevitable knock. I know it will come as it has the last several years. Ever since I hit puberty and started gaining the attention of women, my mother has used it to her advantage.

It started off small. Having small parties with her friends. Allowing them to look at me. It escalated into having me escort them around the house. Their wandering hands were to be ignored. Their comments to me were “just a joke.”

Then I turned seventeen, and everything changed. Light touches across my chest become blatant gropes to my crotch. Mother kept them at bay for the most part, but only because she wanted to cash out.

That’s why today is so important to her. It’s my eighteenth birthday. The day I am officially legal. It means no one will go to jail for taking things much further with me. Not that I had the option before to tell.

Who would believe me anyway? I’m an attractive guy. That’s not me being conceited. It’s what I have been told since I was thirteen years old. Attractive guys with their mother’s friends? That’s a damn porno waiting to be made. At least, that’s what most people would say.

No, I wouldn’t tell. It wouldn’t be worth it. I’m just biding my time until I find a way out of this hellhole.

I think I found a good option, but I have to make it through tonight first. One last cash cow moment for Mother, and I can sneak out while she is still high as a kite.

Then I will never have to see her face again.

The knock comes. I tense for a moment before I stand and make my way toward the door. Opening it, I let my mother take in my outfit.

Black slacks. A white button-up shirt only buttoned halfway. My school blazer over my shoulder. My hair is styled back away from my face.

I look like some preppy schoolboy. The way the ladies want me. They want to pretend I’m younger.

“You look good. Now you behave. Not a toe out of line or I’ll beat you within an inch of your life. Understood?” she hisses at me.

“Yes, Mother.” I keep my tone bland.

She can’t beat me. We both know that. I could easily overpower her. I don’t, though. Somewhere inside of me is the little boy she used to love and care for. Before the greed took over. That little boy wants to obey her. To make her happy.

So for the time being, I follow her lead.

“We are set up in the living room. Do me proud. Make me a lot of money, and I’ll let you go away for the summer.”

I nod.

She thinks it’s giving me a little bit of freedom, but that’s when I’ll make my move. Mother thinks I’m the good, obedient little boy I used to be. Little does she know, I learned how to play her. Manipulate her to get what I want.

Before today, she could have called me in as a runaway. She could force me back into her home.

Today that is all over.

Today, she gets her big payout, and I get my freedom.

I follow her down the hall and into the living room where thirty of her so-called friends are waiting. They look like a pack of horny cougars waiting to pounce.

I give them a small, shy smile, playing into the persona my mother has painted for them.

“Ladies, here we have it. The moment we have been waiting for. It’s been years of yearning, but my boy is finally of age and ready to make your dreams come true.

Tonight is extra special, though. Tonight, one of you will get to be the first. To mold him into what you want him to be.

To take his precious virginity. Don’t be sad if you don’t win, though.

He will be up for bid again. So let’s get started. ”

I want to snort at her words. I’m no virgin.

I lost my virginity two years ago to Lacey Jackson underneath the bleachers at a football game.

It was my act of rebellion that I made sure Mother knew about.

She didn’t care, though. I’m not a woman, so there is no way for these vapid women to call her out on her blatant lie.

No, they want to believe it. They want to pretend I am much younger than I am and defile such a delicate schoolboy.

It’s sickening. Disgusting. Still, I don’t say a word.

Not when Mother calls out bids like I’m cattle. Not when Mrs. Humphry wins and gives me a salacious smile.

Not as she pays my mother in cash, three hundred thousand dollars.

That’s how much I’m worth. How much my dignity is worth to these women.

“Be a dear and take her into your room.”

I grimace at the thought. It’s my one safe place, but Mother made sure to take that away this week. Gone is the art I put on the walls. My one way of expressing my hatred of this cruel world.

In its place are posters that you would see in a preteen’s room. Science fairs, attractive models, cars.

Things that make me seem younger than I am.

Holding out my hand, I let Mrs. Humphry take it in hers. I pull her down the hall and ignore the sickening feeling in my stomach.

It’s just sex. I can do this. I’ve done it before.

When the door shuts behind us, I turn and face her.

“You’re such a handsome boy, aren’t you? Are you going to be good for Mama?” she asks.

The bile threatens to come up at her words.

“Yes, ma’am,” I whisper.

She smiles and shakes her head. “You’ll address me as Mama. Get on your knees, son.”

Slowly, so slowly, I drop to my knees.

She cups my cheek. “That’s a good boy. You are going to be a good boy, aren’t you?”

I hate how my cock reacts. How it stirs to life at her words.

“Yes. I’m a good boy.”

It’s just one night. I can do this.