CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
*Chaz “Cash” - Treasurer*
Of course, I finally get a second chance with Lace, and it’s on a night that she is gifted to an initiate. Of-fucking-course.
My cock literally hurts.
Literally.
I pluck the ear cup off Brodi. “So, if I’m understanding this right, we can’t call the other dancers back in? As guests? I mean, they don’t have to be on the clock. Just on the cock. Catch what I’m throwing?”
Brodi is leaning against the turntable, arms crossed and eyes riveted on the private area where Lace and Zane disappeared into. “I kinda want to go watch. But that would make it worse.” Ignoring my damn question, he palms himself.
I throw my head back and yell, “Prez! Funds are good. We need some friends.”
“Bathroom is that way,” Kal responds.
“Fucker,” I mumble under my breath.
I steal a glance into the darkest corner of the room at Coty. When I hollered, he must’ve stopped whatever he was doing to afford me a glance. He grins, living for this shit right now. Lace is available yet unavailable to us. Welcome to his world, after all.
As soon as my cock is buried in her uterus he won’t be grinning, though. Making our announcement tonight is gonna wipe that damn smile off his face, too.
Again, I try Brodi, lifting that ear cup and bringing my mouth obnoxiously close: “Bruh. Can. We. Leave?”
Brodi swats at me, finally breaks eye contact with the wall separating us from her, and gives me a side eye. “Yeah, I think so. But my chips are on Zane wussing out, and she ends up crawling the room like a bitch in heat. Like hell am I not gonna be here for that.”
“She still on that DUI thing? Or will she be pregnant with octuplets by Sunday?”
Brodi laughs, shaking his head. “IUD, and yeah, probably. Last I heard, the dancers are all still required to be on birth control and go through regular testing.”
“How are we handling things if she gets too desperate tonight? I mean, if she comes crawling, looking up at me with those big, brown eyes…” During past rallies when she got like this, we would always distract her in other ways until she started coming down.
Brodi shrugs. “This rally is different. We are actually allowed to help her like she usually helps. As long as Zane gets proper attention, right? So, I mean, if she is needy…”
“Let her come to one of us, though? Instead of instigating things ourselves?”
“Right.”
“We’re still making the announcement tonight, right?” I ask next.
“Yeah. As soon as she is done making the Father sin. We don’t really have a choice since the Kick-Start Party is tomorrow night.” Brodi pops the ear cup back on, and his attention reroutes completely. That rolodex mind of his clearly stopped spinning and revealed a card with something requiring a sudden change of focus. With deep concentration pulling his eyebrows together, he tunes out everything around him and starts rapidly flicking through his phone.