“Cheers, babe.”
Target’s hand went straight up my skirt and a hard bulge began to form underneath me. He continued his conversation with the boys, even as I writhed and squirmed on his lap. His ability to multitask was quite astounding. Target wasn’t my favorite of the Brothers. He could be crude and demeaning. Most of the men treated me with respect. I had earned it. Sure, they came to us club girls with the intentions of getting their dick wet and getting off, but the majority of them also cared enough to make sure we had a good time too. We had a mutually beneficial arrangement. They liked to keep us happy just as much as we wanted to keep them happy.
Wrench reached over and pulled the front of my shirt down along with my bra, releasing my breasts. He rubbed at my nipple gently as Target began pushing two fingers in and out of my pussy while his palm put pressure on my sensitive clit. I tucked a hand under me and rubbed the length of Target’s still hardening cock through his jeans.
“Ah, fuck it.” Target gripped the back of my neck tightly. I winced at the pain. He forced me off his lap and directed me around the couch, his fingertips digging tightly into my throat and making me stand unusually straight. We moved toward the pool table where he forced me to bend, slamming my face into the rough green surface. I felt my lip burst and the metallic taste of blood enter my mouth. As he released my neck to unbuckle his pants, I pushed back off the table, throwing him off balance and causing him to stumble backward.
“Fuck you, asshole!” I growled. Just because I was here to fuck and please the Brothers, it didn’t mean I put up with being treated like shit.
A dirty smirk crossed his lips. “Yeah, baby. Was just about to.” A dark look flashed over his features. “Now turn the fuck around.”
My eyes narrowed. “Go fuck yourself, Target.”
I pulled my top back into place and folded my arms across my chest.
“Bitch, you ain’t here to talk. You’re here to fuck.” He moved toward me, venom in his words and anger in his eyes.
Wrench stepped between us, holding his hands up as a peacemaker. “Bro, calm down. She’s bleeding, let her go get cleaned up.” He turned to me and reached up to touch my lip. I flinched at the pain. “Go sort yourself out, Harm.”
I nodded, but my eyes were still focused on Target. I knew he was angry at my defiance, but I wouldn’t stand around and let any of these men treat me that way. His glare was intense with a look I hadn’t seen in him before. He could be an asshole. I knew that. But the look in his eyes was not one of annoyance, but one of pure hatred.