Page 47 of Pooh

“Housekeeper with benefits,” she giggles.

I’m stunned speechless and at a loss for words but I notice all three men are fidgeting now. Bailey is ready to explode and Tammy is first looking hurt, then the anger begins taking over as she figures out what is going on.

“So, let me get this straight, Trigger. You invited all of us to have dinner here, at your house, with you, your club brothers and the slut you have all banged? Us women are the only ones at this table who haven’t fucked her? Does that about sum this all up?” Tammy spits out while standing up.

“If you play your cards…” Joanie starts to say when Bailey has finally had enough. She stands, leans over the table and punches Joanie in the face. Just once but it’s enough to cause chaos at the table. The men all bolt to their feet, leaving Joanie and I still sitting. She’s whimpering and whining about Ol’ Ladies and their sensitivities and I’m sitting like a dumbass trying to absorb the fact that I’m sharing dinner with one of Pooh’s fuck toys. And he was okay with that fact.

I look up to see Pooh’s face and all I see is guilt. Lots and lots of guilt.

“Don’t get all pissy with just me! Just today, Pooh had Peaches in his room. She left naked, with him in a towel, so I would say it’s safe to bet they weren’t discussing politics. You saw them yourself, Bailey. Peaches told me you did.”

I swing my eyes to Bailey in time to see the pity aimed my direction before she dips her head and hides her eyes. My stomach drops. I feel sick and I know I have that shit coming to me because I trusted him. I knew better, yet I didn’t listen to my head and I followed my baser instincts. Me, not Pooh, pushed for sex. Sex I had said I wasn’t ready for but instigated anyway. If I could kick my own ass, I would do just that.

As I stand, the men all start talking at once, trying to explain and fix the situation. Axel, Pooh and Trigger are all scrambling and I want to hear none of it. When Pooh tries to explain, I hold my hand up and walk past him to Tammy’s side. She is so mad she is shaking with it. I put my hand on her arm and ask her quietly, “You ready to leave?”

Joanie must have overheard me because she starts laughing at us and it pushes Bailey’s restraint. Bailey lunges toward Joanie again while Axel grabs both her arms and pulls her back to his front and then wraps both arms around her to keep her still.

“Easy, Tiger. I want to watch Pooh and Trigger talk themselves out of the shit hole they’re in,” Axel tells her.

“You think they’re in that hole without you?” Bailey screeches.

“Uh, what did I do? I’m innocent in all of this!” Axel questions in confusion.

Bailey jerks free of his hold and whirls on him.

“You don’t think it’s bad enough to have to see them around the clubhouse all the damn time? You don’t think I get tired of having to spend time around them at the club functions and parties? I do! I ignore it when it’s a club thing but I don’t like it. But to be invited here for dinner and then get to share it with that cum-licker? No, Axel! And shame on you, Trigger! And not one of you half-wits gets why we wouldn’t want to spend time with her or any of them? Really? And to make it worse, they all talk like that when none of you men are around. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve been told what a good fuck you are? Or have been given tips on what makes you the happiest? Or how hung Vex is? Or what a fat fucking cow I am?”

“Vex is hung! He’s…”

“Shut the fuck up, Joanie! Right the fuck now!” bellows Axel.

That’s it. I’m done. I turn to Tammy, who looks crushed, and grab her arm.

“Let’s go, Mama. We’re done here. Bailey, you are always welcome at our homes, if you get tired of sharing meals with your man’s dick sucker.”

“Ex dick sucker!” shouts Axel.

“Thank you, Pippa. I’m so sorry for all of this. And if this dipshit doesn’t pull his head all the way out of his ass, I’ll be calling you. In fact, fuck this shit. I’m going with you,” Bailey says as she walks to our side.

Axel jerks in surprise at Bailey’s move. Pooh and Trigger look like they’ve been run over by a herd of elephants. The only one enjoying this shit storm is Joanie.

We walk, as a group, down the steps and around the corner of the house to our cars. Bailey gets into mine with me and Tammy follows us as we drive to her place. What a fucked-up night.

Pooh

What the fuck just happened? One minute, we’re having a great dinner, with friends and family, and the next minute the women have up and left us. And after just one look, Pippa wouldn’t even meet my eyes again. Axel is pacing the deck, calling his flower guru, as if that’s going to help him this time. Trigger is slouched in a chair, looking lost. And Joanie, fucking Joanie, is eating dinner like nothing happened.

“Joanie, get gone. Don’t come back here, ever again. I don’t even want to see your face at the clubhouse,” Trigger orders half-heartedly.

“I didn’t mean for them to get upset, guys. I mean, it’s not a big secret that you all use the club girls. They are just overly sensitive bitches that don’t know what men like you all need.”

“Get the fuck out of my space! Do it now!” I roar.

Joanie drops her fork on her plate and takes her time leaving. When she’s gone, I look at Trigger.

“What do we do now, old man?”

“Fuck if I know.”

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