Evie smiled evilly as she drove home. If she was any judge of character, Beth was Razer’s Armageddon. He was about to become, with a little help from her (of course), a reformed man-whore, within reason (of course), Evie did not want Beth denied all the fun.
Beth finished putting Mrs. Rogers dirty laundry in the washing machine. Hearing the soft snores of a heavily medicated patient, she gave Mrs. Rogers a wave as she went into the spare bedroom. She had asked permission earlier to shower and dress there before leaving. Beth showered slowly, not in a big rush to join Evie and her friends at the bar. Planning on making her excuses after a few drinks, Beth was nervous of spending time with them. She didn’t have any experience of partying with a group of females and knew she would either put a damper on their good time or provide a form of amusement with her presence.
Checking with Mrs. Rogers one final time, she left after blushing at the woman’s compliments on her jeans and low cut blouse. It was baby blue and clung to the full curves of her breasts, looking very sexy. A pink leather jacket hid the fact it was a halter, leaving the back bare. Her jeans clung to her slim hips, barely covering her butt. A tiny flashing diamond glinted in her bellybutton when caught by the light. She would never have had the confidence of dressing so seductively if she had not been told the men were out of town.
Beth drove to the bar wishing she had brought a change of clothes. She had wanted to feel as pretty as the others, aware that even without the men around they would be dressed sexily. Beth hadn’t wanted to stick out among them. She wasn’t wrong. Beth still was dressed conservatively. The majority of them were in short skirts that left little to the imagination and barely there tops. Heels, that if Beth had ever been in one, that was bought at the sex shop in Lexington.
The booze was already flowing; when Evie saw Beth she screamed with delight.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”
“I told you I would be here. I wouldn’t miss your birthday party,” Beth said
“We were going to whip your ass if you disappointed our girl.” A red head Beth hadn’t been introduced to threatened.
“Have a seat Beth.” Evie pulled out a chair next to her. “Been saving it for you for a while,” she reprimanded.
“Sorry.”
Evie nodded, already forgiving her boss and friend. “Mick, bring Beth a drink.”
“Let me introduce everyone.” Evie motioned to the gorgeous women sitting at the table. “That’s Jewell, Ember, Stori, Ivy, Tricks, and Dawn, they are all members of the club. Bliss and Natasha are both newbies.” She motioned at the women approaching the table carrying trays of drinks. The last two girls gave her eager smiles. The women were definitely sexy, dressing in clothes that screamed, do me. Beth envied them for their sexual confidence.
Beth gave each woman a smile. Smiling, Bliss placed an unrecognizable drink in front of her.
“What is this?” Beth asked her.
“It’s a birthday cake martini.”
“Well, that explains the sprinkles.”
“We are celebrating Evie’s birthday,” Bliss laughed in response.
“I usually do it with a cake,” Beth said, taking a tentative sip.
“Come on Beth, have fun tonight. Mick is giving everyone rides home tonight with the men gone.”
“Don’t remind me,” Jewell moaned. “I hate it when they go out of town.”
“Don’t they let you go with them?”
“No, when they go out of town, it’s usually on business or to settle a problem. Don’t want us involved in that shit, so they leave us home, sitting on our asses,” Jewell answered. “Doesn’t mean we do without while they are gone. Just not as much fun with balls.” Beth blushed lifting the strong drink to her lips.
“Ignore them,” Evie laughed.
Beth finished her drink slowly, looking around the bar. It was empty save for the women at the table.
“It’s not very busy in here for a Saturday night, is it?” Beth questioned.
The women burst out laughing. Beth couldn’t understand what was so funny. Jewell and Ivy got up going to the small dance floor and began dancing with each other. A couple of the others got up to join them. Evie was drawn into a conversation with Bliss and Natasha about the small size of Treepoint.
Beth noticed two men come into the bar and ordered drinks. One was cute and the other not bad. Beth realized she was loosening up. They didn’t stay long after their one drink, leaving with regretful looks at the boisterous table filled with scantily clad women.
Bliss drew Beth’s attention; she was the quietest at the table. Short spiky blond hair with a lithe tanned body; Bliss was the woman that she had seen Knox with at the house. Natasha seemed to have made friends with the other girls faster than Natasha who had long curly brown hair and was curvy in all the areas that men would find hard to resist looking.
“How long have you been in Treepoint?” Beth asked Natasha when she was caught staring.
“A year.”
“How did you end up in Treepoint?”
“My cousin is a member of the club’s Ohio headquarters. I would visit her on vacations. Met Train and Rider, so I decided to follow them up here. I don’t know if I will be staying here once I am a member, no offense, but it’s a small town.”
“None taken; that’s why several of the younger population is leaving. No malls and other than the movies, not much to keep you busy.”
The women burst out laughing. “We stay pretty busy.”
“Shut up,” Evie said. “Beth is going to think all we do is party all day. We don’t.”
“No, mainly catch up on the sleep they don’t let us get the night before.” The girls laughed even harder.
Evie threw the women nasty looks. “I agree a few of you have been shirking your duties, but when Viper gets here, that shit will stop.” The laughter immediately stopped and a couple of the girls averted their eyes from Evie’s.
“Who’s Viper?”
“He’s the leader. Word around the club is he finally is going to make his presence known. Shit is about to go down!”
“Better be quiet Natasha. You haven’t been brought in yet. They find out your yap is spreading information outside the club, you won’t get enough votes to become a member.”
Natasha shrugged, “Only need two more.”
“How many votes does it take to become a member?”
“Six. Got the first two the first week, the next within the last six months. They make sure to spread the votes out to make sure you deserve their trust and you’re into the club life.”
“That’s nice the first two liked you well enough to give you their vote so fast,” Beth said innocently.
“Yeah, Knox and Rider always like to fuck the new girls first. They know if the girls can handle them, they’re up for anything,” Evie said without expression.
Beth looked at Evie, wondering how she handled Knox messing around with the women at the table, even managing to become friends. How could she not resent new women being brought into the club?
Beth didn’t want to know how many votes Bliss had acquired so far.
“So, to become a member you have to have sex with six of the members?”
Natasha shook her head. “Not any six. If that was the case, I would have been a member months ago. No you have to fuck a particular six. Eight men, original members that began the club, you have to get six of those eight, or you can’t be a member. You can hang around and get laid as much as you want, but you can’t know shit about the club. After I get my last vote, I can get my tattoo.” She said as if it was a sought after trophy.
“Tattoo?
“Yes.” Natasha pointed at the other women’s tattoos. Each, from what Beth could tell, was the club emblem with a date. Each date was different, placed on various parts of the body, but Beth noticed most were placed on the curve of their breasts.
”It’s the date we get the last vote.”
Beth literally wanted to be sick. How could these women be so brazen about something that seemed so sexist to her?
Evie looked directly into Beth’s eyes. “Don’t misunderstand Beth. No one here; or the other women at the house, are forced to do anything they don’t want.”
“Hell no!!” The other’s chimed in agreement.
“The men don’t go looking for women to lure in or bring in. All of them seek a way in, either from an acquaintance in the club, or requesting it from a member. They all want the freedom and excitement of belonging to the club. They don’t do young. Look around the table, we are all well over the age of twenty-one, know what we like sexually, and get it as much as we want it. If we don’t, they leave us the hell alone. But the sex with the heads of the club is about trust. Trust that the new member being brought in is loyal to the club, the whole club. You find out a lot about a person when you have sex with that person.”
“Yeah, it’s also hard to betray a person whose cock is your best friend.” Jewell snickered.
“Who are the orginal members?” Beth knew she didn’t want to know the answer, but wanted her worst fear confirmed.
“I shouldn’t tell you this, it’s none of you’re business and I hope you won’t repeat it to anyone. Knox and Rider, as you’ve already been told. Viper as the leader, you could figure out, but I will tell you, Razer is one,” Evie said regretfully, aware the knowledge would sting. “To keep you from wondering, neither Bliss nor Natasha have Razer’s vote. Yet.”
Beth forced herself to remain expressionless. Razer had fucked most of the women at the table; in fact the only two who he hadn’t was Natasha and Bliss. Beth looked at Bliss, not able to keep herself from wondering how many votes she had acquired.
As if reading her mind, Bliss said “I only have two votes. I haven’t been here long.” This meant she was eager for additional votes, one of which was Razer’s.
“Well good-luck.” Beth didn’t know what else to say, turning to Natasha, repeating her words.
“Thanks. I am hoping they won’t make me wait long. I have been around the club for a couple years because of my cousin. They respected my cousin who wanted me to wait until I was older. When I turned twenty-one, she gave the go ahead.” Natasha replied.
Confused, Beth questioned, “Sam isn’t twenty-one.”
“No she’s not, she’s twenty. But she doesn’t care if she’s a member, she just wants the cock. The men didn’t have anything to do with her for a long time. Sam became friendly with Ivy when we went to town and Ivy invited her to one of our parties. Ditched her when she got her foot in the door,” Evie answered her question. Beth could tell from the other’s vibes they were putting out that the women didn’t like Sam. Ivy sat quietly staring into her drink.
“Not to put another woman down, but she was all over the guys. Jeez, she can’t keep her hands out of their pants.” Beth knew she was telling the truth. Sam had already cut a swatch through the men in town before the bikers had shown up in Treepoint.
“Let’s quit talking about that bitch and dance. She will ruin my mood.” Evie grabbed Beth’s hand. “Dance with me.”
Beth found herself dragged onto the floor with the rest of the women following. No one besides them was in the bar. Mick wasn’t even paying attention to them, he was watching a game on the overhead television while the waitress was stocking the bar.
The girls moved and gyrated to the music. Beth just felt ridiculous standing on the lighted floor, moving back and forth on her feet. She had never learned to dance the way they moved. Beth was about to find an excuse to go back to the table when the door opened and she froze in place.
The men from the club filed into the bar, swamping the bar with their boisterous voices. The women on the floor squealed in joy. Several of the girls left to latch on to a member. Evie just kept dancing with Beth as if nothing had happened.
“I thought you said no men.”
“Didn’t know until this afternoon. I knew if you found out you wouldn’t come. I wanted you to come. Don’t be mad.”
“I am going to fire you.”
“No, you’re not, because then you would have to do Errol. You hate doing Errol, I don’t. We are a team now.”
The sneaky woman was right, but Beth wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easy. She was going to give her hell, but a hand sliding across her stomach, pulling her backwards against a swaying body stopped her.
“Can I cut in?”
“Please do before she busts my ass.” With a wave of her fingers, she went back to the table, now with several men keeping it warm.
“Miss me?”
“No.”
“I missed you.” Razer buried his face in her neck, pulling her closer to his hips. Beth could feel the thickening cock in his pants pressed against her ass.
“I want to go back to the table.”
“Later.”
“But…”
“I want to dance with you for a while. Then I will get us both a drink.”
Razer was seductive, moving his body against hers. Guiding her sinuously against his as the others danced around them. His thigh slid between hers, moving back and forth against the crotch of her jeans. Beth wanted to push away from him, but couldn’t find the will power. A small moan escaped her lips as he began to rub faster as the music changed to a faster beat. His hand on her stomach slid under her top, coming to a rest underneath her breast. His thumb reached up to stroke the curve of her breast.