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“Damned if I know,” I whisper, then put on a fake pleasant smile and serve her with a shot of tequila.
Carla gives me a sour look, pointing a thumb over her bony shoulder. Tonight, she’s wearing fuchsia sequins, showing too much skin, and wearing too much makeup, as usual. Her hoop earrings hang heavily from her ears, and her hands jingle with an abundance of cheap rings. “Put it on Orion’s tab,” she says.
“I can’t do that without his permission,” I politely reply.
“You’re not a newbie here anymore, sweetie. You know who I am,” Carla says, determined to seem offended. All I can do is smile again.
“I’m sorry, but unless the president confirms this, I have to charge you.”
“Bitch,” she mumbles as she takes out a ten-dollar bill, practically throwing it in my face. “Keep the change.”
I want to tell her off, but I keep my plastic smile on until she leaves. I watch her as she saunters over to the corner booth—to my secret delight, none of the guys seem pleased to see her. Kai actually rolls his eyes. At least I’m not the only one who can’t stand her, though I do know the guys occasionally shared her in the past. Maybe it’s why she keeps coming around, why she keeps trying to get their attention.
At least I’m not the only one who can’t stand her, though I do know the guys occasionally shared her in the past. Maybe it’s why she keeps coming around, why she keeps trying to get their attention.
“There’s nothing a man dislikes more than the reek of desperation,” Travis says.
He’s watching the scene while standing beside me. “It’s her body, her dignity, I guess,” I tell him.
“What dignity?”
Later, after the prospects are introduced and challenged to a slew of drinking games, the crowd begins to thin. It’s almost midnight, and half of the contenders have been sent home, barely able to stand.
“If you can’t hold your liquor, you can’t be a Blackthorn Rider,” Paddy tells me.
He’s back at the bar, having left Orion, Kai, and Drake in their booth to discuss more private and personal issues. Unlike other old-timers, Paddy has the utmost respect for the club’s leadership. He still has about ten years on them, but he was one of the first to endorse them. Orion has been president for almost ten years now, and Paddy has repeatedly expressed his admiration for how the guys are running the joint.
“So, that leaves us with what, six prospects?” I ask, analyzing them on an individual basis.
Two of them look like they’re about to pass out. Three have gone upstairs, each in the company of a buxom lady of the night, eager to get their rocks off. The last ones standing are gathered around the pool table, struggling to win a bet. They’re loud and full of laughter.
“Yeah, six, but we’ll see how many of them are left standing in the morning. That’s the point of tonight’s test,” Paddy says. “Making it through an entire night of drinking and screwing, and then getting on a bike tomorrow without getting themselves killed.”
“Quite the initiation,” I mumble.
“The life of a Blackthorn Rider is anything but easy,” Paddy says. “Our riders have to be resilient and thick-skinned. If trouble pops up, we’ve all gotta be ready to answer the call.” He pauses when he sees Carla swaying her hips toward Orion’s booth again. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, she can’t take a hint, apparently.”
“It’s a tad pathetic,” I reply with a casual shrug.
“It’s like she never learns,” Paddy sighs. “I’ve warned her not to push them. But I’ll give the guys credit—whatever they do to these girls, it’s like crack. They’re always coming back for more.”
Yeah, I’m curious about that, too, I think.
I’ve had my share of daydreaming where those three are concerned. I blame it on being twenty-two and still a virgin. Of course, no one here knows this. I’d die of shame if anyone learned about my lack of experience in the bedroom.
I’m the only one in my circle still holding on to my so-called purity. So-called because, out of all my friends, I have the dirtiest mind, hands down. It has to be the dirtiest because what other kind of mind conjures up such depraved scenarios?
Scenarios where I’m rammed and pounded hard by Orion, Kai, and Drake at the same time. I have my hair pulled, my ass slapped, my breasts squeezed and pinched as they viciously claim me, as they make me scream for more.
Yeah, my imagination doesn't hold back.
I’ve pleasured myself more than once thinking about them. When reality gets a little too dull, my mind picks up the slack and runs wild. They’re the stars of my most scandalous fantasies, the kind that would make a seasoned erotic novelist blush.
Just as Carla is about to land at their table, creepy Kyle walks back to the bar with a dark look in his eyes. “Another whiskey,” he says in a commanding tone.
Paddy is nowhere to be found. I didn’t even notice him slip away, but I feel vulnerable all of a sudden. Nevertheless, I straighten my back and pour Kyle his drink. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” he says and grabs my hand just as I’m about to take his money.
