Page 11 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

I can tell they’re gearing up for some serious flirtation, Drifter is already toying with a curl of her hair. Her chest is heaving as she breathes heavily, her tits tantalizing. I need to nip this in the bud before the guys forget who she is and get carried away.

“We’ll take a bottle of whiskey, Tammy knows which one,” I bark at her.

She jolts slightly as though I’ve startled her from a daydream. I can’t help but wonder if it’s a fantasy involving all four of us.

“Of course, coming right up,” she replies, setting the pitcher down and giving us all one last look of barely concealed desire before heading back to the bar.

We all watch her as she walks away.

“Damn, that girl is something…” Buzz says, eyes glued to her perky ass.

“I think she wants us,” Drifter chips in cheekily, I can already tell where his mind’s going.

“She’s off-limits,” I growl, “Diesel’s acting like a googly-eyed father figure around her already and she’s Tommy Gun’s kid, we can’t disrespect his memory like that.”

The guys reluctantly agree, and we talk business, but we’re all distracted by Skye’s presence. Staying away from her when she’s being dangled in front of us every day is going to be tough. I’m hopeful that maybe she’ll get bored and quit, or she’ll be scared off when she realizes what this place is like. But something about her tells me that isn’t going to happen. And the way she looks at all four of us makes me think this girl’s gonna make it damn hard for us to resist.

This is going to be a long summer…

Chapter 7

Skye

It’s safe to say I’m still not over my crush on Angel, Drifter, Buzz, and Gunner. In fact, in the three weeks I’ve been working at the Angels of Havoc clubhouse it’s only become more intense. Since that first time together, Angel has been true to his word and we haven’t had sex again, in fact, all four of the men seem to do their best to avoid me if possible. When that isn’t possible there’s a palpable sexual tension between us all, I know I’m not imagining things.

I feel like since having sex with Angel, something inside me has ignited, some wild, animalistic side of me that wants to explore all of my carnal desires, and I want these men. I just need them to see me as a woman, not as Tommy Gun’s kid they held as a baby, or the meek little virgin everyone in my family sees me as.

Tonight’s shift has been a busy one with Tammy and I racing around serving the members and a batch of new prospects who want to join the club. It seems that proving you can drink enough liquor to kill an elephant is a large part of displaying your credentials. Most of the members know that Tammy and I are off-limits, Tammy as the old lady of one of the members, Viper, and me as the daughter of an ex-member. But the new prospects either don’t know or they have no idea what breaking those rules means for them. A bit of flirtation is allowed to slide, but as the night wears on and they become more inebriated, both Tammy and I are on edge.

“Hey baby, why don’t you come and join us this side of the bar,” a prospect of about twenty-five slurs pointing to his friends and the group of half-naked women gyrating on them. “I bet you’d look even sexier with those massive tits swaying in the breeze,” he belches drunkenly.

“Thanks but no thanks,” I snipe back sarcastically, unceremoniously dumping the pitcher of beer he ordered onto the bar so some spills out.

“Suit yourself,” he mutters, before stumbling back to his buddies.

I glance over to where Angel, Drifter, Gunner, and Buzz are sitting in their usual booth. As usual, a few club bunnies are hovering around them, preening and sticking their boobs out to try to catch their attention. I feel a flash of irritation when I notice one of them boldly sits on Angel’s lap, throwing her skinny arms around his neck. Angel promptly removes her without even looking at her, untangling her limbs and dumping her unceremoniously on the floor. She looks wounded but bravely laughs it off as though nothing happened. I can’t help myself from smiling and feeling smug. Gunner, ever the observant one, catches my eye and I blush, quickly turning away.

“Hell of a night tonight huh Tam?” I say to Tammy, trying to ignore the four pairs of eyes I can feel boring into the back of my head.

I don’t want them to see me as like all the other girls here, desperately pining after them like a lovesick puppy that keeps coming back even when you kick it.

“You can say that again,” she replies with a chuckle as she deftly maneuvers out of the grasp of the wandering hands of a drunk prospect while she collects empties on the other side of the bar. “It seems that we’re not the only ones being harassed at least,” she adds with a giggle, nodding her head toward the girls fawning over Angel and the others. The girl who was on Angel’s lap a moment ago is now trying her luck with Buzz, he tolerates it for slightly longer but still removes her.

“Who is she?” I ask Tammy curiously.

“Just some club bunny, that got a taste of all four of our boys at once, now she’s like a dick junkie, hungry for more. Her name’s Veronica.”

“Wait, she had sex with all four of them at the same time?” I ask, surprised.

I know I’ve fantasized about it, more than once, but to hear it’s something they actually do is unexpected. I know they’re close, but I never imagined that guys would want to share one woman and not get jealous. Just hearing that has my imagination going into overdrive.

The door to the club opens, distracting me from my fantasy, and we both glance over automatically to see who it is.

“Fresh meat,” Tammy notes as four young men walk into the bar.

They definitely don’t belong here. They look like preppy varsity jocks, not prospects or members. It happens occasionally, college students come in thinking they can get served without ID, or tough guys thinking they’re cool come to try to take part in the debauchery. Usually they don’t get past the gate, but those who do are shown the door pretty quick, as the clubhouse is strictly members only. to grasp.

They wave at the prospect who was just talking to me, so I assume that’s why they’re here. Some idiot prospect thinks this is a frat party, not a badass motorcycle club and has invited his buddies. As the four newcomers approach a booth confidently, all eyes are on them. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife, with members ready to step in at the slightest infraction—guests are tolerated, but barely so. They seem oblivious to this though, gawping around them, especially at the women, like they’re at Disneyworld.

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