Page 85 of Greased

“No, thank youmi cielo.I thought someone was being murdered in here but it just seems like it was Scarlett’s pussy.”

We both snap our heads to the door of the training room, finding a smug Sonny standing there with a phone in his hands.

“Recorded what I saw too. If I wasn’t possessive as fuck over you Scar, I’d say that shit needs to uploaded onOnly Fansor some shit because damn,” Sonny whistles as he tucks his phone away, “that shit wascaliente como la mierda.”he says, smacking his lips together in a chef's kiss motion.

Pike groans as he pulls out of Scarlett, “Fuck man, shut up.”

Sonny chuckles, “Aw, don’t be like that Pikey boy. I was a good friend and made sure I sent you all a copy because sharing is caring, obviously,” he says with that shit eating grin as he looks between Pikeand I before his eyes land on Scarlett just as I pull out of her, allowing her to get her bearings before letting her go.

“And youmi hermosa diosa, I’m a little hurt you didn’t consider me for this sharing exercise. You know that I share my toys really well.”

Scarlett rolls her eyes as she picks up her clothes from where we threw them in our rush to get her undressed.

“Maybe if you're good, you will get a turn next time,” she says as she pulls her panties on.

Sonny looks like he has had all of his Christmases come at once.

“You promise?” he says, not bothering to hide his desperation.

“Sure,” Scarlett replies, shrugging her shoulders. Sonny doesn’twait to rush over to a half dressed Scarlett. He grabs her from around the waist, spinning her around before placing her back on the ground. His attitude doesn’t seem to annoy Scarlett. She glances up at him, that same smile given to the three of us bright on her face as she stands on her toes, placing a light kiss on his mouth.

Sonny goes to deepen the kiss but Scarlett puts up a hand to his chest, “Be a good boy, Sonny.”

Sonny takes a step back before raising a hand, “Yes ma’am!”

Iwake up riddled with anxiety. Initiation day is finally here. After training and the activities that followed after, Sonny insisted on taking me home. But instead of going back there, I got him to drop me off at Pinks’.

Insisting, with a heavy threat or two, that I would be okay with Shelly, he refused to leave until I was done practising to drop me home. He muttered something about it being his job to fulfil his duties. I didn’t bother to try to decipher what he meant as I took full advantage of my practice time.

Shelly directed me to one of the back rooms. It was obvious it's used for more of the discreet private parties. A bed that seems to be the size of two kings pushed together took up one wall. It looked out over a couch that sits in front of a pole in the corner of the room. An open bathroom was set in the other corner of the room and I made a note to ask Shelly to rent the room for a night just so I can take a shower in here.

Iset up my music in the Bluetooth speakers connected to the room and my song choice belted out. I couldn’t help but smile as I walked over to the pole. It didn't take me long before I was rehearsing the routine that came naturally to me. I did throw in a couple of pole tricks this time that I eyed a couple of the girls doing out in the main room. It shocked me at just how hard the moves are. I take my hat off to them. The strength that is required to dance pole is no joke.

By the time I was done, I was utterly exhausted. My bones felt like they were made of jelly as I walked out of the room to where Sonny was waiting at the bar. I took him in at that moment, watching as he talked animatedly to one of the servers. It's obvious they have been stuck with him for a while now by the impatient look they had on their faces and the way they keep trying to excuse themselves.

I walked over towards Sonny, tapping him on the shoulder to take his attention away from the bloke. He looked at me with relief as he sauntered away.

I chuckle at the memory from last night. Sonny isn’t for everyone. His quirks are definitely a required taste that’s for sure.

I spend the entire day filled with the same anxious feeling I woke up with. It only seems to get worse as the day goes on.

“Hey baby cakes, what’s got you so gloomy?” Maxie asks as she slides in beside me at thelunch table.

I groan, smacking my face into my hands, “The initiation tonight.”

“Nerves got you babe?” she asks as she takes a bite of her mac and cheese. I don’t bother to even look at the plate Dacre forced me to grab. He didn’t care that I didn’t have an appetite for food. While I appreciate his concern for my health, the thought of anything being in my mouth makes me want to chuck.

“They do. I just can’t believe I have to walk out onto that stage in lace and fucking dance for the whole club.” I shake my head.

“It's a right of passage for us, Australia,” Rippy snips. I look up and blink back at the glare she is giving me. Mainly at the spot where Maxie’s arm is touching mine. It hasn’t escaped my notice the way Rippy looks at her. She couldn’t be any more obvious but it seems Maxie is none the wiser. Shit, even blind Freddy could see the heat in Rippy’s eyes every time she looks in Maxie’s direction.

“Rippy’s right. The older girls were never accepted in the Thunderbirds until your Dad took over. Shelly told us that even just to be an old lady they had to be sexed in.” Brandy shivers and Jen who sits next to her follows the sentiment.

“Sexed in? What does that mean?”

Brandy looks at each of the girls for a moment, taking a deep breath before she looks back at me. Dread instantly fills me and I know whatever she’s about to tell me is going to make me even more sick than I already feel.

“The women were required to be passed around each member of the Thunderbirds. The President and leadership team was always left for last.”

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