Page 1 of Ginger

Chapter One

Ginger

I tried not to fidget as I stood across from the President of the Dark Wrath MC. He eyed my ID before skimming over me from head to toe. I knew I didn’t look my age. It had been the source of my nightmares for years. I could put it all behind me, if I could just find a safe place to land for a while. I’d thought maybe this would be my new home. At least, I’d hoped it might be.

His VP leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette. To some, he may have appeared relaxed, but I thought he looked more like a tightly coiled cobra ready to strike. “Why exactly would you want to come here and be a whore for the club? You’re a baby and have your whole life ahead of you.”

No, I didn’t. My life had ended when I was nine and my parents had died in a fire. But these men didn’t know that, and I didn’t see any reason to tell them about my past. Why did it matter? I was here, and willing. Not to mention legal. What else would be required of the women who stayed here? I folded my arms, knowing it pushed my breasts until they nearly spilled from the top of my tank. “You saying you don’t want me here?”

The silence after my question was nearly deafening. I felt a trickle of sweat roll down my spine and I started to second-guess myself. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here. It had been the safer alternative, but there were other options available to me. None I really wanted, but staying alive was the name of the game. I wasn’t ready to die yet, and I’d do whatever it took to keep breathing. Even if it meant spreading my legs for their club.

“You really eighteen?” the President asked.

“Yes. It’s not a fake, if that’s what you’re thinking. If I were going to splurge on something like that, wouldn’t I be better off saying I’m twenty-one?”

He didn’t answered, only stared at me a moment. His gaze skimmed over me in a detached way, making me want to fidget again. There was something about him that both made me want to run away and run toward him at the same time. I seriously needed to stop being such a smartass with the man. I didn’t know why he brought out that side of me. I’d learned the hard way what happened when you smarted off to men who had power over you, and right now, this man was the difference in staying somewhere warm and dry, or freezing my ass off in a box in some alley. Or worse, gaining the attention of one of the pimps around town.

“And you understand what would be expected of you?” he asked.

I arched an eyebrow. “I did just walk through your clubhouse. The naked women were hard to miss.”

Jesus! Shut. The. Fuck. Up!It was like I had no control over my mouth right now, and I didn’t want to blow this chance. My chest tightened and ached as I thought about what I’d face when he tossed my ass out of here.

He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his desk. “You a virgin?”

I felt my face go tight and my spine stiffen. “No.”

If he wanted to know more, he was shit out of luck. I didn’t talk about what happened. Ever. It wasn’t his business when or how I’d lost my virginity. If he’d thought he could sell my innocence off to the highest bidder, that ship had sailed long ago. He’d have to take me as I am.

He and his VP shared a look, seeming to communicate silently. I had a bad feeling they were going to send me away. While being a whore for their club wasn’t ideal, it was better than the fate I’d face if I had to walk out of here. From what I’d heard around town, unlike a lot of other clubs within driving distance, they took care of their girls. Their club whores got a roof over their heads, food to eat, and some spending money for clothes and necessities.

“You’re aware you’d have to spread your legs for anyone who asked, right?” the VP asked. “Whether it’s someone in our club or a visitor, you’d be fair game. Only time the word ‘no’ applies if someone tries to hurt you. And I mean real pain, not a slap on the ass.”

“What do I need to do to prove to you I want to be here?” I asked.

The VP pushed off the wall and circled behind me. I felt the heat of his body and the hair on my nape stood up. He leaned in close, his breath ghosting across my cheek. “You ever been tied down and fucked by multiple men for hours? Dicks filling up all your holes?”

My hands tightened into fists and I hoped like hell they didn’t see me shaking. I wouldn’t let them scare me off. The girls on the main floor hadn’t had a bruise on them. No busted lips or broken bones. They’d looked like they were having a good time.

He placed a hand on my waist and gave me a squeeze. “Had a big guy like me pinning you down while he took his pleasure?”

I clenched my jaw and forced myself to stand still and hopefully not tip my hand. They didn’t need to know what had driven me here. As far as they were concerned, I was just looking for a good time, same as the other girls. I had to wonder if they were pushing me like this because of my age. Or did every woman who came here have to go through the same thing?

“Are you asking if I’m any good at sucking cock?” I asked.

The door flung open, bouncing off the wall, as two men entered the small office. I noticed they both wore the black leather cuts like the rest of the club. Their gazes skimmed over me before landing on their President.

“Sorry, Vegas. Didn’t realize you were in a meeting,” one of them said.

The President eyed me again, a light flickering in his eyes before a cold smile spread across his lips. I had a feeling I was about to be tested. I only hoped I passed, or things were going to be very ugly for me.

“You want to prove you belong here?” he asked.

“Yes.” I straightened to my full height, which was still an inch shy of being five feet.

“Show these two a good time. Do whatever they ask, and we’ll talk again in the morning. Assuming you last that long.” With those words, he dismissed me.

The two guys seemed a little stunned, but quickly schooled their features. I followed them into the hall and tried not to flinch as the VP slammed the door shut behind us. Looked like I was about to prove I belonged here.

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