Cora frowned. “Wait, you’re not going to that MC club are you?”
The Dirty Fuckers MC had spent the past five years gaining a reputation for themselves. Cora had returned to Greater Falls once she failed college, and ditched her cheating fiancé. Besides screwing everything up in her life, she was kind of happy. She’d not been with a guy in three years, but she didn’t need a man to be happy. She had sex regularly with random men, but she’d not actually had a steady relationship in a long time. Cora didn’t want to have a relationship with just anyone.
The one constant in her life was the vibrator that she owned, and it took care of all of her needs, never cheated, and never told her no. Cora would never admit that she’d named her vibrator Jay. Such a simple easy name to remember, and one she wasn’t going to forget anytime soon.
“Yes, I’m going there. I’ve heard many women come out of there with so many tales, and I want to be taken care of.” Stacey started to whine. “I need to have a good night of sex to make myself feel alive.
“I hope you mean not killed. You know these MCs are dangerous.”
“Not all MC clubs are dangerous,” Stacey said, turning back to face her.
Cora took in the sight of her friend. “You look like you mean business.”
“Good. I’m going out to fuck, nothing else.”
Rolling her eyes, Cora turned the page of the newspaper she’d been reading.
“You’re coming with me,” she said.
“Wait? What?”
“You heard, Miss Smarty Pants,” Stacey said. “Get up and get dressed. You’re going out with me, and we’re going to find you some action. I’m not going on my own while you’re alone.”
“No, that’s not happening.”
“Er, yeah it is.”
“No, it’s not, and I’ll tell you why. One, I don’t feel like going out, and two, I’ve got a date.”
“Jay doesn’t count.”
She had almost forgotten that Stacey had gotten her drunk, and gotten the truth out of her about naming her vibrator. Cora had threatened extreme bodily harm if Stacey mentioned it to anyone. She would sit on her friend until she screamed for mercy. Cora was bigger than her friend at a size sixteen, while Stacey was a size ten. Cora had never worried about her weight. She ate what she liked, and if men didn’t like her curves, they could go and fuck themselves.
“Come on, Cora. It’ll be fun, and we can relax, and find a man for you.”
Shaking her head, she turned to stare at Stacey, who flopped down on the sofa.
“Fine, I’ll have one drink, and then I’m out of there,” Cora said.
“Go and get changed. You’ve got to look hot or the guys don’t let you in.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Cora asked.
“What? It’s their club, and what the hell is wrong with dressing up? You’re hot, Cora, so put it to good use.”
“Sexist pigs,” Cora said. What kind of club stopped women from entering or exiting based on the way they were dressed?
Changing into a pair of tight jeans and crop top, she pulled her blonde hair back into a rubber band. When she came out of the bedroom, Stacey looked upset.
“What are you doing?”
“This is the best you’re going to get,” Cora said, holding her hand up. “I’m not interested in picking up a guy. They’re probably all infected with some kind of disease. I told you I wasn’t interested in the club. I’m not going to change my mind.”
“The hot kind of disease.”
Rolling her eyes, Cora grabbed her leather jacket from the back of the couch, and followed Stacey outside. She clicked her car, and when Stacey made to protest, Cora cut her off.
She’d seen many of the Dirty Fuckers around town. They were good looking, but they were also surrounded by women. Cora wasn’t interested in following a long list of women who’d fucked the men. She only had a few rules when it came to men, and not being at the mercy of them was one of her rules.
Starting her car, she drove toward the diner, bar, and club. It was one large building that had a large parking lot. The music hit her ears the moment she stepped out of the car. The heavy beat was filled with sex, heat, and promise. She couldn’t help but be affected by the noise. Cora had heard plenty of rumors about the club but hadn’t believed much of it. Tonight she was going to get the chance to see what all the fuss was about.
The diner was amazing. Cora had eaten there many times, and the chef, Teri was a darling, even if she did belong to the club. Cora liked her a lot, and had tested most of the menu. She was a sucker for some good food.