“Lindy is yelling to get her down ‘cause she is no longer in the mood. Devil’s smiling at us, and Flirt is yelling at Lindy to hold still while he gets her the fuck down, all the while there is a humming noise, which ends up belonging to the vibrator that is still on, moving across the floor.
“Coast, Cruz, and I step back out because yeah, we are busting a nut laughing at everything going on because Shakes is yelling at my dad that that is why there are fucking locks on the door. Our boy Flirt seems to have moved into a new field of study by Shakes recount on what happened, which by the way, at this time Preacher and Flyboy walk up in the middle of her explanation. Seems she walked in, and Devil was holding Lindy’s head in place by her hair and fucking her mouth while Lindy’s legs were straight up, her heels at Flirt’s shoulders as he’s rotating a vibrator in her pussy and pounding his meat up Lindy’s ass. And on his in strokes, he pulled on the chain that was attached to the nipple clamps he had on Lindy.” When Crusher finished, both of us were adjusting our crotches and laughing, because between the floor crawling vibrator, and the scene playing before Shakes’s eyes, what she was more than likely yelling at was seeing Flirt and Devil bare-assed with their dicks on display.
After we had settled ourselves down, I yawned and sat down on the couch. “I don’t remember a Lindy the last time I was home.”
“She’s been around awhile. Waitresses at the diner during the day and dances at the strip club a couple nights a week. Bitch has a tight little body, pussy isn’t worn the fuck out, and Lindy is up for anything too. Maybe she will be working tonight, and we can sample her goods. Horny thing too, we might just get her to do us in the back. Club members are the only ones the girls go that extra mile for in the private rooms. Regular patrons only get the dance.” Crusher moved toward the door to leave.
“Sounds good to me. I could do with some pussy.” Considering I hadn’t been laid in a couple weeks, I could use the release before my balls turned blue. Crusher opened the door and stepped out on the porch.
“I’ll come by when I get back from my run into town for Prez. The others should be back, and then we can ride. Grab some grub at the diner, then hit the club.”
“Works for me,” I said as I stood and walked toward the door. The travel was kicking in, and my body was tired. Crusher must be running on club business, or he would have called Stroker dad instead of Prez.
“Later, Speed,” Crusher said and closed the door.
I took one more look around the place, bent for my bags, and headed for my bedroom. Life at home without my dad begins.
Chapter Three
Sami
“Come in!” I yelledto whoever knocked on my door. Never going to get the damn receipts tallied if people didn’t quit interrupting me. I set the stack aside as the door opened and Tank’s body filled the space.
“Hey, Sami, hate to interrupt you, but Perry just finished cooking up the fried chicken for the day. He wanted to know if you’d like some before the Black Hawks start ordering it and there’s nothing left. He knows how you like it and usually takes some home.”
My men, that’s how I thought of the male employees here at Soft Tails, they looked out for the girls who worked here and me. I was worried when I took over the management on how the males would respond to a woman being in charge. Then again, considering Black Hawk owned the club, that too could be a great motivator to do your job. Looking back as the big man waited for my answer, I smiled, thinking of the one small girl who walked in and wrapped a group of hardened men around her finger.
“That would be great, Tank. Can you tell Perry to box up a few pieces and I will grab it when I’m ready to leave?”
“Sure thing, boss,” Tank said and turned on his heel to leave.
“And, Tank?” I placed a serious look back on my face, at least I hoped it was serious before he turned back to face me.
“Yeah?”
“Tell Perry no candy in that box either.” I watched the big guy’s dark brown eyes twinkle because he knew they were busted.