Club Girl Rule Number Three: Stay out of the way of the old ladies.
An Old Lady is a term that bikers used for endearment. Old ladies are cherished. They are honored and are held to the highest of respect within the club. They are family. Being a club girl meant staying the hell out of the way when they were around. You didn’t talk to them. You held your head down when they were around. And if one asked you to do something, you fucking did it.
I watched so many club girls get kicked out because they didn’t have enough brains in their pretty little heads to listen to the warnings. They thought because a man had come to their bed, that they had some sort of upper hand.
Here’s a quick lesson.You may be fucking her man on the side. He may love your pussy and come to you for a lay when his woman is at home with the kids. But he doesnotgive a flying fuck about you. At the end of the day, it’s a lot easier to throw a whore’s ass to the curb than it is to divorce your wife.
Not to mention that a biker’s Old Lady has his nuts firmly in a vice. As much as he likes to think he’s in charge, she calls the shots. Some men strayed while they were at the club, but you know that no matter what, he’s going home to her after. He isn’t sticking around to snuggle with you.
I didn’t have many issues with the few old ladies that were part of the club. It was a mutual understanding. I stayed out of their way and they didn’t hit me up about spreading my legs for their men.
Did I feel bad about sleeping with another woman’s man?Well, it wasn’t my proudest moment. But I wasn’t here to feel guilty. I had a job to do. I was there to please, not lecture a man on his despicable life choices. If that man chose to stray, shame on him.
Today I’d chosen to hibernate in my room. There was another Brothers by Blood chapter coming to stay tomorrow. Their president had recently stepped down and his son was about to take the throne. Optimus was close with the guy stepping forward. They had grown up together, their fathers being best friends. So he had invited them down to celebrate.
Old ladies had come in to prepare food and sleeping arrangements because the first day they were here would be a family only event. The few days after that would be one hell of a party and I was beaming with excitement. We didn’t often get visitors from other chapters. But as club girls we were expected to entertain the new men to the best of our abilities. And while I loved my men, I also loved some variety in my sex and I was excited to meet some of the guys from out of town.
A knock sounded at my door.
“Come in,” I muffled around the pencil that was nearly chewed to shreds between my teeth. Having the old ladies around had given me time to study and finish writing a paper that was due tomorrow. It was doing my head in. My door creaked open very slowly and a small ruffle of curls peeked out from behind it.
I giggled. “Hi Macy,” I cooed at the two-year-old.
The door pushed open a little further to reveal Leo, the MC’s Sergeant-at-Arms. Leo’s road name was one of the easier to figure out, with an unruly mess of curly hair that framed his face like a lion’s mane and a beard to match. “She wanted to come say hi.”
“Hi, Hahmee,” she squeaked quietly, holding her little arms out for me to pick her up. Her father chuckled. Macy was one of the only club kids I’d been fortunate enough to spend time with. Leo was a single dad and when Macy was born, he’d been living at the clubhouse with no clue about how to care for a child. Chelsea and I had often taken turns looking after her while Leo went on runs and performed his club duties.
I reached down and scooped her into my arms and gave her little round belly a tickle. “You on babysitting duty?”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Kim’s sister dropped her off, but she had to leave for a little bit. She’s too little to be outside running with the other kids, and the women are all running around like chickens with their heads cuts of.”
I nodded. Macy was the youngest of the MC kids. Macy’s mother had died giving birth to her. Leo had been shattered and had spiraled out of control for a long time before finally realizing that she’d left him with the most perfect gift and that he needed to do right by her. Kim was beautiful, kind and amazingly strong. The most magnificent Old Lady a man could have asked for. Kim’s sister had hated Leo to begin with, mourning the loss of her sister and blaming Leo for not being able to spend as much time with her before she died. She had come around in the last few months and now she watched Macy whenever he wasn’t home. Mostly she didn’t approve of Leo’s lifestyle within the club, so things were tense.
“I’ll watch her for a bit,” I offered. I pulled on one of Macy’s tiny ringlets and watching it bounce back perfectly into place. She giggled. Her laughter was like music and so very contagious.
“You sure?”
I placed Macy on the bed. “Of course. We can watchMy Little Ponyon my laptop.”
He stepped forward and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “I’ve just got to do a couple things. Shouldn’t be more than thirty minutes.” He kissed my temple and leaned his mouth close to my ear. “I’ll thank you later.”
I laughed. “Can’t wait.”
I climbed up on my bed and got out my computer. Finding aMy Little Ponymovie for Macy to watch, I went back to writing my paper as she curled up next to me, totally engrossed in the bright looking ponies.
Leo was a great dad. Along with most of the other Brothers who had kids, they valued their family and their children above all else. Family included their MC Brothers as well as blood relations. At times like this I wondered if I was included in that equation. The life of a club girl wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. We had to deal with criticism and judgments. We were here to make the men happy, much like a girlfriend or a wife would do for them at home. We cooked for them, cleaned for them, and when they were stressed we knew the right way to help them work through things. In my mind, I was more than just a whore. I enjoyed making these men happy. And I tried to do that in more ways than just a being a piece of ass to screw when they were horny.
I heard some soft snores coming from the bed next to me. Macy was totally out to it. I had to laugh as she lay there, her thumb half hanging from her mouth and drool worming its way down the side of her cheek.
Loud voices filled the hallway outside my door. “Where is she, Leo!”
“Carly, calm down. Damn it! She’s fine.”
Oh, here we go.
I lifted Macy from the bed, trying my best not to wake her. My door flew open hitting the wall with a loud bang, causing both me and the little girl in my arms to jump. Fortunately, her eyes drifted closed again and she snuggled even closer into my neck, her bouncing curls tickling at my nose. An older woman stood in the doorway. Her eyes narrowed and shooting me with a death glare.
“Get your dirty fucking hands off my niece.”