"Prez, you can't call an off limits on her if she's walking around like that. Shit, she acts like one of the club whores when she walks through here. How will we ever keep the entire club from touching her?"
"I don't give a shit if you have to clear the club out every time she arrives, don't let anyone near her." They all look at me. Half with a smirk, half taking me seriously.
"Let's call a vote... or should I say, show me a yes so I know you understand," Switch says with a hard look to his right. Stone rotates his knife so the blade is facing the center of the table, saying he agrees. It's how we vote; if he didn't, the blade would face him. Shadow, Sarge, Trap, and Snipe follow his lead. Beast has it done before it makes it back around to him, then I turn to watch Switch do the same.
"Ok, now that we have that out of the way. Let's talk business. Sarge, how is Club Turbulence doing?"
"Business is good. The new manager has made great improvements to the building and it seems to be bringing in more people each weekend. We will need to increase the guys that we send over there next weekend. Roxi said three last weekend barely covered what she was needing."
"Get a few of the Prospects to go with you. I have some plans for the top floor of that club, so make sure they understand we want that fucking place running smooth and on the up and up. I'm not fucking around there."
"Got it, boss."
"Shadow, how's the Ink House?"
"A little rough. We need a few more artists in house to help with demand. I've made some calls."
"Stay on that shit."
"Beast, update me later today on your project. Listen, guys. This club has struggled in the past, and I want to show my old man that I can do this. He won't be around as much since his heart attack, but he'll still see what we're doing. Our shift in the community will be tough, but eventually they'll learn to accept us and welcome us when we walk into a place. I have a few business meetings this week. I may have a couple of other ideas to help us move forward."
"Prez, are we still celebrating tonight?"
"Fuck yes we are. Bring in the pussy."
"I have it on standby." Shadow always does.
"I knew you would. I told Roxy to close down Club Turbulence to the public tonight. She'll just have her staff in the building."
"I'll see you boys at eight then." I stand and walk out the door, leaving them to talk shit on my reaction to Piper. She's my sister. No one wants their sister with one of these fucking guys. I know where their dicks have been. I mean fuck, they're part of the Angels of Death MC.
Walking through the construction, I finally get to my room on the second floor and light up a smoke. I need a fucking minute. Sliding the window open, I look out and watch a few of the cars pull in to Club Turbulence. Our MC sits on the opposite side of the field, in the back corner. I had the dance club set on the front side, hoping to help draw in business. One day I'll have it all paved, but until the rest of the construction is done, we'll just have to have a wheat field separating the two. Hell, who knows what'll go in between them before I'm finished.
My phone vibrates and I notice it's the nurse. She calls every evening to give me an update on Tex.
"Marie. How is the old man today?"
"He's starting to get a little grabby, so I think he's feeling better." Shit. Sounds like him.
"If he gets out of line, just tell him."
"I will. Ok. Well, I guess I'll call you tomorrow, unless you want to come see him before I leave." My dick twitches. I remember what happened yesterday when I went to see him. It wasn't long and he was snoring, while I was balls deep in Marie's pretty ass.
"I have a few minutes. Why don't you just meet me at the back door in fifteen? You'll hear my bike."
"I'll be waiting." I drop the phone and pull off my shirt. I need to clean the fuck up a bit. A shower would do me good since I've been fucking sweating my ass off in this heat. I'll go see Marie and let her relax some of this tension, then I'm going to pay my sister a visit.
I park behind the storage barn in his back yard. He's got so much shit, he has to have a giant fucking building to store it in.
She's walking across the concrete in a skirt. It's like one of those fucking naughty nurse costumes. No wonder he's fuckin grabbing at her. She walks up to me as I sit on my bike. I let my hand run up her bare leg and over her bare ass.
"Did you leave your fucking panties in his room?"
"Nah. I took them off when you told me you were coming."
"I'm stressed today, let’s skip the chit chat." She smiles and moves closer, rubbing her hand on my already hard cock. I wait for her to unbutton my jeans and drop my zipper. My dick springs forward and she puts one leg over, until she's straddling me on the bike.