Page 7 of Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

“Why the laughter?” I asked.

“Well, because it’s obviously not an important job or anything,” she started saying and I cut her off.

“Amy, every motherfucker here needs a trim from time to time, and imagine what we’d look like if we attempted to do it ourselves.” I mock cringed. “Not to mention the old ladies, BRATs, and dancers we have who all need their hair cut, styled, colored, permed, or whatever else they’re doing to hair these days. Someone has to do it. Your job is important. Don’t ever let anyone demean you for it. So, you’re not a doctor! Guess what? You won’t have the stress of possibly screwing up and killing someone on a daily basis. You will earn a paycheck, and it’s legitimate money. Be proud.”

The smile on her face was simply amazing. “Thank you for that!” She finally told me, still grinning big.

“I am here to boost your ego anytime you need it!” I joked with her when Whiskey finally made his way to us.

“What’s going on? We just saw you light up like a light bulb from across the room,” he told her.

“Nothing much. T was just telling me I should be proud of my schooling and my future career.”

“Well, yeah, you should. Speaking of that,” he started when Fox walked up. “We were talking to Mila from Ruby’s early and she said that Janice is going to be moving on soon since her boyfriend is joining the Marines. She’s the one that does hair for all the girls over there. I was thinking, with the timing being what it is, you might be able to slide right into that position once Janice leaves. It’ll help the girls out of a bind, and get you that first paying gig until you can find something or set up your own place like you were talking about.”

“I’m glad I made it here before you spilled the beans without me, asshole!” Fox joked while punching Whiskey lightly on the bicep. “What do you think of that?” He turned to me to ask my opinion.

“I think it’s a great idea. Everyone loves you,” I offered turning to Amy. “You don’t mind dealing with bikers or the women that are around, so that makes you damn near perfect for the job, really.”

Amy squealed then, as if she’d been waiting for my approval too before getting excited. “Really?” She finally squeaked out as she looked at each of us in turn. “Oh my God, I’m so excited! I can’t believe how lucky I am!”

~ Three Weeks Later ~

“Can I ask you a question?” Amy inquired as she threw her arms around my neck, hugging me from behind as I sat in the kitchen chair trying to have my morning coffee.

“Of course,” I answered and waited for her to come around to face me for this conversation. Instead, she leaned in over my shoulder and placed a kiss at the corner of my mouth before speaking. Then she moved her lips closer to my ear. “Why haven’t you come to bed with us lately?” It had been a week since I’d participated in their little sexcapades. Truthfully, I wasn’t exactly interested, but kept bowing down to pressure from either Whiskey or Fox to be a part of their endeavors. Part of me did it just to prove I was okay, because I knew that’s what they were looking for when they invited me. Still, that didn’t make answering the question much fun.

“I’m not oversexed like the rest of you,” I started and felt her tense up. “Look, it’s nothing personal, and I’m not judging anyone. I just, I don’t need or want it like the others do.” I shrugged as I said this and just tried to blow it off, but that was when Amy came to sit on my lap with her arms still draped around my neck.

“I get differences in sex drives, but is that the only thing keeping you away, or is there something more I can do?” She was damn near pouting, and I always hated this part. She would get insecure every few days or so if I continued to turn down a romp with everyone. Actually, it was getting to be so tasking that I had asked Iceman, our club president, to consider me for the next out of town run that was needed. I didn’t care what it was. I just needed to be gone.

“I already told you, all of you, that it’s not like that. I’m busy trying to open my shop, and that has me exhausted.” I was about to add to the sentiment that I just wasn’t that into it when one of the BRATs walked in, saw Amy on my lap, and hissed in her general direction.

“How many of the boys are you going to try to fuck at once, Amy? You do know you only have three holes, right?” Amy stiffened in my arms.

“You better mind yourself,” I called out to the woman, whose name I couldn’t have remembered if my life depended on it.

“I don’t get it,” she continued on. “Does she have a magic fucking pussy or something? I mean she’s got the entire W.T.F. brood all hemmed up in her shit. There must be something special,” the woman spat out snidely. It was the first time someone had mentioned me as a part of their little sex-group in my presence and I wasn’t certain how I felt about the inclusion. Sure, I joined in with them once in a while, but no one really knew that I never had sex with her. Hell, I never even worked at pleasing her, if I was being honest. I just took my visuals, my blowjob, and went about my business. I let the other two take care of her needs, because again, and I hate to sound like an asshole, but they kept inviting me, and I didn’t really care to be there or not be there. I was indifferent.

The sweet butt continued on, “maybe you’re pussy is just so loose you need more than one dick in a hole to feel full.” Amy stood then, and turned to face the nasty little bitch that was spewing filth about her. “You earn your place here by sucking anyone’s dick who asked, or opening your other holes to them. I’m not judging, but you needn’t be the pot calling out the kettle, because I have my own place to live, my own money to spend, and I’m here only because I want to be. I’m here because I’m having fun with MY boys, not because they pay me to be a toy. If you don’t like it, you can fuck right off!”

“They’re not YOUR boys, sweetheart!” The club whore spat back at her. Then her evil grin should have been a clue as to what was coming next, but I didn’t catch on until it was too late. “Sherri-baby had them all three together before you ever came along. What you got ain’t some special thing for them.”

A hurt look crossed Amy’s face momentarily before she schooled her features and responded. “Then I’m sure Sherri-baby knows why I choose to have my fun!” Amy started to walk off, and I got up to follow her. Before I left I turned back to the whore.

“Be warned, I’m putting you on notice now, you get in Amy’s face again, and I will put you out on your ass with or without the club’s approval. She’s no whore, unlike you. Whores are disposable. She isn’t.” The woman gasped and sputtered, but didn’t dare say a word back to me. They all knew better than to talk back to a brother who was putting them in their place. Once I finished I went to find Amy who had kept going when I stopped.

“Amy,” I called out, and took a couple steps to catch up to her before pulling her over into a little alcove created by a bay window that faced the courtyard out back. “Listen to me, before you go thinking things that aren’t true. The boys and I were only with one woman together before you, and that was the night we were inducted as full members here. We were so fucked after all the shots they made us down that night that none of us even knew which sweet butt it was that we shared until now. I had no clue it was Sherri-baby. To be honest, I still couldn’t tell you which one that is without getting someone to point her out.”

Amy cringed, and I laughed. “Yeah, I feel about the same. Not any of our finest moment, and all of us were tested afterward just to be sure. There was evidence someone used condoms, but honestly, none of us could remember much beyond walking into a room together and waking up in a tangle of body parts and hung over nastiness.”

“I get it. No need to placate me. I never thought you guys didn’t have a history before I came around. It was tough to hear it from her considering the shit she was saying, but I’m not upset.” Amy was ever the sweet girl. Despite her kinky proclivities in the bedroom, she really was one of the sweetest women I’d ever known.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I have to go get ready to head to the shop. Let’s make sure the guys know about that cunt, and to watch your back for you before I head out, okay?” She smiled and nodded at me as I grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her behind me to find Whiskey and Fox. Amy may not have been my girl, but she had become a good friend, and I had no doubt that Whiskey and Fox were planning to keep her around, so I felt the need to see that she remained protected while she was with them.

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