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“So, you’ll be back at 7pm to teach that class, right?” Axel snickers. The women took the tour and agreed to all meet back here tonight for their first class.

“Yes, cockface, I’ll be here,” I retort.

“You’ve been moody lately. Either you’re menstruating or your hand is wearing itself out,” replies Axel.

“Fuck off, Assman,” I say, grinning.

“That’s the third time today someone has told you to fuck off, Axel. You’re on a roll,” adds Cash as he stops at the desk beside us.

“Hey, guys. Bailey around?” asks Ava as she comes to a stop next to Cash. Mac, her Macaw, jumps off her shoulder and starts strutting his stuff on the desk. Loki drops to his belly next to Ava’s feet.

“Hi Cash! Hi Pooh! Hi Nancy!” Mac states loudly while waving his wing at us.

“Who are you calling Nancy, birdbrain?” Axel asks.

“You, you big girl,” answers Mac.

“Stop! Both of you! I don’t need to hear the stimulating conversation you two always have,” demands Ava.

“Damn bird is a pain in the ass, sis,” Axel says.

“Not as much as wax,” crows Mac, cracking all of us, but Axel, up.

Axel glowers at Mac. Mac preens himself while staring back at Axel. It’s a stand-off as usual with these two nut jobs.

“Bailey is in the office, Ava. Want me to get her for you?” asks Cash.

“No, I can go get her. We’re going to lunch together. It’s a girls’ date,” Ava responds, smiling.

“Why can’t I go?” whines Axel.

“It’s a girls’ date, Ax. Trudy and Lucy are meeting us.”

“So? I’m hungry!”

“We’ve all seen his mangina before so he does qualify to go on a girls’ date,” I add my two cents worth.

“Fuck you, Pooh!” Axel hollers.

“With what?” questions Mac, while cocking his head at an angle.

“Enough! Not another word, Mac,” Ava orders.

“Yeah, Mac. Not another word,” Axel gloats.

Mac starts whistling instead and I’m almost positive he’s whistling the “Pretty Woman” song.

Ava scoops Mac up and stalks to the office with Loki following behind. The women leave for their lunch date and Axel pouts. It’s another normal day in the life of the Devil’s Angels MC.

Pippa

I was happy to see how many of the women want to take the classes with Pooh. I’m excited too, but I’m not sure if it’s for the knowledge or the time spent with him. Thoughts of Pooh have kept my mind busy for days now. If anyone knew how many times I’ve touched myself with his image in my head, I’d change my name and leave town for good.

I take extra care in my appearance and clothing choices and then laugh at myself. I’m going to a gym. Who cares about hair and makeup and if my clothes are stylish? Sadly, I do. I saw some of the women there earlier today and I don’t want to look a hot mess before the class even starts.

The women and I walk into the gym at 7pm on the nose. Pooh is standing at the desk and we walk to him. When he glances up and we meet eyes, I’m grateful I took that extra care with my appearance. His eyes roam my face before gliding up and down my body and it leaves me warmer than I was when I entered the gym. He grins and it hits me square in the gut.

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