Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(33)

She looks at me and then at the rest of the girls. “Is it bad that I can’t wait?”




We arrive at the strip club. Yes, it’s a freaking strip club for women, with men shaking their junk everywhere. Do these women not understand the kind of men we have? Techy will have a shit-fit! Seriously! But I go along for the ride. I do like to see him go all alpha, after all.

“We all know that our men are going to die, throw a fit, but that’s the fun part! We get thrown over their shoulder and fucked into next week!” Jean shrills in blunt honestly.

All of the girls burst out laughing, including me, and we all file out of the Hummer using the steps. It’s dangerous because of the heels these girls are wearing. I attempted heels once and fell straight on my face. Jordan caught me and threw them out. To say I was pissed is an understatement.

We walk together toward the entrance with our bodyguards. Locke has that scary vibe going on. He’s walking behind us, and the others are beside us.

Butch thunders up to us and walks directly in front of Shaylin. “Can’t go. Mine.” He bends down, throws her over his shoulder, and stalks away with her.

She presses her hands on his back and looks up. She winks, grins, and waves at us.

“Holy shit,” I whisper.

Beside me Myra’s eyes are wide and she looks at me in shock.

“Well, fuck me! I know I lost now!” Jean cries, turns on her heel, and struts her ass into the strip club. She’s pregnant too, but none of us are going to drink. They just want to make their men mad.

Pure genius if you ask me, because the more I think about it, the more I like the idea.

“Don’t worry too much, girl. Our men own the club,” Chrystal says and walks inside the building. “Get us some nonalcoholic drinks prospect!” she orders.

He runs off. Locke is looking at the ceiling like he’s dying. Well, I guess this wouldn’t be fun for a man.

“I’m going to go pay one of the strippers to give him a lap dance,” Myra whispers to me.

I giggle, grabbing her forearm so I can whisper in her ear, “Oh my God! Do it.”

“If you do that shit, I’m calling your men now and then you won’t have any fucking fun,” Locke growls, ruining the whole thing.

Without thinking, I raise both of my hands and flip him off. I look at my hands and then to Locke.

Did I just do that?

I let my hands drop and wipe them on the back of my jeans. Locke chuckles, and all of us girls sit by the stage so we can get the full view.

“You and Jordan done it yet?”

I startle at the sudden question from Jean. One by one, each woman peers around the other to look at me. Blushing, I nod. They all start screaming, and Jean shakes me.

“Fuck this shit. Never doing it again,” Locke mutters to himself.

“Was it good?” Myra whisper-yells.

I blush deeper because it was good. Jordan was freaking amazing.

“Really good,” I express.

Jean sits back in her seat and draws out, “Ohhh! I knew Techy would be good!”

“How many times did you come?” Jean asks again, and everyone scoots closer to me.

Clearing my throat, I brush my hair from my face. I look behind me at Locke to make sure he’s not looking, and he arches an eyebrow at me. He sighs and puts his hands over his ears.

“Once before and then again during. He’s really big, so no way could I do anything right after.”

Chrystal squeals and scoots even closer. “How big?”

“Almost ten inches and really big around.”

Every single one of them winces.

“Yep.” I pop the P at the end.

“No wonder you’re walking funny!” Jean yells way too loudly.

“Quiet, bitch!” Kayla smacks Jean, and I want to hug her for that.

“All of our men are abnormally large, but losing your V -card to a man that large? I don’t want to think about it.” Chrystal cringes.

It was painful, but through that pain, there was pleasure, and I came really hard. The pain was just a small bit of it. So much more happened during that moment. I had never felt more connected to someone in my entire life.

I have to admit I do miss Jordan. This is my first time going out without him, but I do know that this time with the girls was much-needed.

“Ladiesss! You ready to get the night started?” A man runs up onto the stage with a microphone in his hand.

There is a loud roar of, “YES!” by all the women in the club. Looking behind me, I see a lot of women. I didn’t notice that so many had shown up after us. The place is packed from wall to wall.

The lights on the stage dim until I can only see shadows on the stage. Six men line up on the stage, and then a song comes on and the lights reveal the men. They are all shirtless, wearing cowboy chaps and hats.