Page 13 of Time to Bounce

“Agreed,” Hybrid said. “None of the hot tits.”

The club called the women who tended to hang around the club ‘hot tits.’

I’d asked why, once, and Merchant had said that they thought it was funny. There was no other reason than that.

Truthfully, most of the time, it felt like I was dealing with a bunch of horny teenagers who wanted nothing to do with adulthood.

Half of them didn’t have jobs. The half that did only went to work when they felt like it. And yet they still had plenty of money.

How did they get that money?

That was why I was there.

They liked to do illegal things, and those illegal things had to do with the oldest profession in the world—sex workers.

All the men paid.

Some of them paid for willing women, and some wanted it to be a little tougher.

That’s where the kidnapped women came into the picture.

“What about that one?” Wizard asked.

I turned to look at where he was pointing, and saw Athena turn down yet another offer to dance.

This time by one of the club members, Madman.

Madman’s eyes narrowed, but before he could force her hand, Wizard called him over with a barked command.

Madman reluctantly left Athena and headed toward where we were sitting.

“What?” he asked. “I was about to get uptight pussy.”

I wanted to take my pocketknife and stab him in the throat.

“You weren’t going to get shit,” Wizard snorted. “But ol’ Prospect here is.”

At first, I wasn’t comprehending what he said, because my brain automatically went to how much I hated the name ‘Prospect.’

Until you were fully patched, you didn’t get a name.

I was okay with that.

I didn’t want one, nor did I want to have to answer to whatever bullshit name they came up with.

“What?” Madman asked, bringing my attention back to the table.

“Prospect here is going to fuck that girl,” Hybrid jeered.

A sick sensation started to fill me.

Not that I hadn’t thought about fucking Athena.

I had.

A lot.

But she was young.

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