5. Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Angevyn
O ften, my mind drifts to the night I was at the Voodoo Saloon. Diesel held true to his word. He fucked me stupid on any flat surface—and some that weren’t—he could find. My body ached for a week after our fuckathon. I haven’t been back to the club grounds or the bar, but Diesel pops in at my place every once in a while to fuck me into oblivion.
He told me that he reprimanded Hound for his comments, which Hound was pissed about it. From the little I have gotten, I fall into a gray area, not a club girl nor an old lady.
When I asked Brier what a club girl was, she turned her nose up at me. She explained that club girls get passed around to any member who wants them. They get no say in who, how, when, or where. That explains all of the public sex I saw during that first party.
I check my phone on my way to my car after work and see a text.
Brier: Hey, we have a plan for your birthday.
Brier : Make sure you get the night off.
Well, that isn’t too cryptic. I have never been a huge fan of my birthday, being born on Halloween. Ironically, I hate the holiday, if that is what you want to refer to it as. Horror movies and being scared is a foreign concept, one I’ve never seen the point of. Give me a good thriller, but slasher films do nothing for me. I have been forced to sit through a few of them. There’s nothing like being forced to sit through one and your sister’s boyfriend thinking it’s funny to hide outside your bedroom window wearing the Scream mask.
Having not yet left the diner where I waitress, I spin on my heels and return to the building to submit my request against my better judgment. I kind of hope that my request isn’t approved so that I can get out of whatever Brier has up her sleeve. It is easier to deal with her demands, knowing that the world will end if Brier doesn’t get her way. She will harangue me until I want to gouge my eyes out. Rereading her messages, I wonder who the “we” includes.