“That would be wise.” She said, watching a woman she had never seen before give Cash a blowjob.
“I’m really, really ready to go back upstairs.”
“Sit down and relax. Remember Conner will be here.”
“Connor can’t come in here and see this. He’ll think I...”
“I don’t think when he see’s you he will think that at all.” In fact he was counting on it.
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
“I am going to get you a drink. Do you want bottled water?”
“Yes.” Winter managed to get the word out. She was watching Jewell dance with Rider. The woman was wearing a pair of leather shorts and a white corset left unlaced to show her breasts as she moved provocatively to the drumming music. Rider was playing with her nipple as they danced.
Viper returned with her water, setting it down in front of her before sitting down close to her on the couch. Winter tried not to be obvious about observing the members but it was hard. Shocked, she saw Evie sitting on Crash’s lap, his hand obviously under her short skirt.
Winter tore her eyes away determined to make Viper take her to her room. She saw a shocked Conner coming in the room with Natasha and a grinning red head she didn’t know.
“Winter, your friend is here.” Natasha said.
“Hi Conner.” Winter tried not to be self-conscious of her appearance. She was dressed unattractively compared to the scantily clad women in the room.
He sat down in the chair next to the couch, which was as close as Viper intended to allow him to be near Winter.
“I wasn’t expecting this, I should go.” He said trying to keep his eyes on Winter.
“This is a little more than I was expecting also, Conner. I understand.” Winter was embarrassed.
“No, you have to stay. The girls have wanted a piece of you since we laid eyes on you. Winter doesn’t mind sharing, she’s had you to herself long enough.” Natasha broke in sitting down on the arm of his chair, which placed his eyes level with her breasts.
Natasha was wearing a leather skirt and a black lace corset, obviously wearing no bra, as her nipples teased the lace. The other woman didn’t even bother with clothes. She was wearing a red bra and she just had on a tiny skirt that barely covered her ass, certainly not the thong she was wearing. Ember set down a beer in front of Conner, sitting down between his legs.
Winter was about to call a halt and get Conner to pack her upstairs when she saw it in his eyes. She had lost again. Natasha’s hand had gone to Conner’s jeans and her tongue touched her lips. All it took was a promise and he lost whatever attraction he felt for her.
Viper took mercy on Winter, not wanting to torture her longer than necessary. He had accomplished his goal of getting Conner out of the picture.
“Natasha, I believe the second bedroom is open.” Eagerly the women jumped up taking Conner’s hands but his eyes glazed over when the women surrounded him in mass.
“Winter…” He turned towards Winter.
Viper stiffened beside Winter when Conner held out his hands to Winter. “I’m sorry Conner, I don’t share.”
She pasted an artificial smile on her face. “Go have fun, I’ll see you later.” There was no way she could compete with the young healthy women. Her body wasn’t up to the vigorous sex that she could see he had planned for the waiting women. Dropping his hands he frowned for a second, he turned to Natasha taking her hand in his.
“I noticed you the first day, I heard how wild biker women are….” Winter watched as the women lead him up the stairway.
“Well, that was fun.” Winter said gloomily. “Can I go back upstairs now?”
“Come on, Winter, don’t let him spoil your fun.”
Winter was about to scream in frustration when she saw Natasha and Ember come back into the room going to sit next to Knox on the other couch.
“I don’t understand I thought…”
Viper shrugged. “I guess they changed their mind.”
“You set him up.”
“Of course, he was your physical therapist. I paid him to get you stronger, not fuck you.”
“You pay him? I have insurance.”
“Your insurance only pays for a limited amount of therapy a week, then only a limited amount overall. You would never return to normal with those limitations.”
“This is ridiculous. I can pay. I have money saved up. I can pay for my own therapy.”
“Yes, you can but you’re going to be out of a job for a while. You’re certainly not going to be recovered enough to go back this school term, if ever.”
“I can go back, my back is healing. You’re right, probably not this school term, but next.”