The bass of the music shook the floor of the clubhouse as I wandered down the hall toward the main room. With heavy metal and rock being the favorite choices for this group of bikers. It was normal for there to be some type of Judas Priest or Black Sabbath blaring through the club’s obnoxiously loud stereo system at all hours of the day.
The main room was large and designed perfectly for the club’s parties and gatherings. A bar ran along one side with a large slab of treated wood acting as the counter. Harley inspired barstools lined the entire length of the bar. On the opposite wall, two large sliding doors opened onto a concrete patio, which was used for barbecuing during family gatherings. There were also numerous sofas, chairs, tables, a couple of pool tables and even a stage.
The clubhouse had originally been a hotel and the main room had been the restaurant. The boys worked hard years ago, turning it into the clubhouse of many motorcycle club’s dreams.
I walked up to the bar and called out to the Prospect manning it. I’d gotten to know Caleb quite well. He was funny and super sweet. The prospects were not allowed to touch the club girls. The rules said they had to find their own pussy if they wanted it. So instead, Caleb and I had formed a strange friendship.
“Hey Caleb, can I have a beer?”
He threw me a smile before reaching under the bar to the small fridge. He popped the cap off the beer and slid it toward me.
“Thanks, hun!”
“Harmony,” I heard my best friend Chelsea screech from across the room. I smiled and shook my head as she stood on the stage waving at me, a smile beaming across her beautiful face. “Harmony, come on!”
I climbed the stairs laughing as I watched Lucy, one of the X-Rated girls trying to instruct Chelsea on how to use the pole. It was pointless really. The girl was super fit and could run circles around anyone but she had no sense of rhythm what-so-ever. I watched as she moved around the pole, hooking one leg over it and lifting the other off the ground. What could’ve been a sexy move resulted in her stopping suddenly and slipping straight down, her ass landing with a dull thud on the ground.
I stifled a giggle, hiding my mouth behind my beer. Unfortunately, the men who occupied the couches facing the stage weren’t so discreet and laughter rang out through the room followed by applause. Chelsea blushed and scampered to her feet, taking a small bow before grabbing my hand and dragging me from the brightly lit stage.
“Wow! That was your best move yet,” I told her as she pulled me toward the bar and ordered a drink.
Beer in hand, she turned with her tongue poking out at me like a child. “Someday, I’ll get it.”
Unlike me, Chelsea wasn’t completely content being a club girl. She was kind-hearted and had dreams of love. She wanted a man to sweep her off her feet and treat her like a queen. I admired that because it was something I’d ruled out a long time ago. I think she was in the wrong place if that’s what she was looking for. The money, free partying and male attention were the main draws for her. She’d had it rough growing up, with no one who particularly gave a damn about her. We were both in school working toward a Bachelor’s Degree. Not only did we get a place to live – rent free, but food was provided as long as we cooked for the men too. In return, they gave us enough money to pay monthly tuition at the college with a little left over for spending. It seemed like a lot, but it ensured that we didn’t need to get another job to live, and we could be at the clubhouse for whenever we were needed. Most of the men were even respectful by giving us time to study when we needed it too.
And they got sex, among other things.
To me, it was a win-win.
I patted her shoulder, unable to wipe the smile off my face. “Yup, you’ll get it someday.”
Chelsea and I found a table and sat down to chat. It was still early and some of the Brothers were making their way back from a run. That’s when things would really start to get crazy.
“You ready for your test on Monday?”
We both went to the local college. I was studying music and Chelsea was studying sports and health. Lord knows her body showed that she practiced what she preached. She was stunning. Long brown hair hung in waves down her back and her body was that of a runner – strong athletic legs and a perfectly flat, toned stomach.
I sighed. “I think so. Music history is really not my strong point. I’m not into Mozart and Beethoven. I like new music, preferably from this century.”
Chelsea nodded like she understood what I was saying, but then quickly screwed up her nose. “What’s a Mozart?”
I palmed my forehead and squeezed my eyes shut, praying for patience. “Oh, dear God.”
When I opened my eyes, she was frowning at me across the table. “What? I don’t understand this musical mumbo jumbo you speak,” she said, waving her hand around.
“Mozart is a pianist. He’s a famous composer.”
“Oh. Is he any good?”
“Famous. Composer…famous,” I said slowly.
She took a large sip of her beer. “You sayfamous, like that automatically means they are amazing at what they do.Miley Cyrusis famous,Britney Spearsis famous. Hello,Kim Kardashian– famous.”
I laughed. “Okay, okay. Touché.”
We chatted for a while before the rumble of motorcycles interrupted us. I smiled at Chelsea, the gesture mirrored in her face. Some of the guys had been away for over a week and we were excited to have them back. I had been with the Brothers by Blood for around three years since I was nineteen. It started with attending parties, hooking up with a few of the guys, and then before I knew it I was moved in and living at the clubhouse.
I loved the men of my MC. They were hard, violent and scary. But underneath it all, they had firm beliefs about respect. Respect went a long way within the club.
Club Girl Rule Number Two: Respect the Brothers and the Brothers will respect you.
Optimus, the President of the MC, strolled through the door first. Optimus was a strong leader. He was firm and heavy handed and the boys all looked up to him. He wasn’t the oldest of the pack at only thirty, but his father had been killed five or so years back during a turf war and therefore he had inherited the gavel. He took his position seriously, sometimes a little too much as finding him with a smile on his face was very rare.
“Beer,” he ordered, banging his massive fist down on the bar and causing Caleb to jump. Grabbing a hold of the long neck of the bottle he stomped off toward his office. He stopped just before he reached the entrance to the hallway and turned to scan the room. His eyes fell on the table where we were seated, but they weren’t on me. “Chelsea. Here. Now.”
Chelsea quickly stood from the table and moved across to him. He watched every sway of her hips, his eyes devouring her movements with his predatory eyes. Everyone knew Chelsea was his favorite club girl. He mixed things up occasionally, but I personally hadn’t had the pleasure of his company for a long time.
I’d tried to talk to her about things between her and Optimus, but she liked to keep her meetings with the guys very private, even from me, her best friend. I shrugged it off and stood to welcome home the other Brothers as they came through the door. Excited to get the night started.