Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 51
“Honestly, I hate stripping. I'm not ashamed to show my body, but I hate knowing all those men are imagining me when they go home.”
“You realize don't you, darlin', that here the men wouldn't be imagining, they would be fucking you instead,” I said.
“Yeah, but that is different,” she argued. “I would know the men who I would be with, and I mean if they did jack off and imagine it was me doing it to them, well it's still the same. I would know the men and it wouldn't feel degrading. Knowing some man is going home and doing that and imagining me because his wife won't fuck him just makes me ill for some reason.
“Beau told me all about what was expected. He said I couldn't pick and choose and I'm okay with that really. He said I would have my own room, so I wouldn't have to worry about rent. He mentioned a really small allowance. He didn't say an amount, just that it would probably buy any necessary things I needed.
“He mentioned the paperwork I would have to sign. I agree with all of that. Being able to be a club girl would give me the chance to be something one day. And I really want that chance.”
She shrugged, “I enjoy sex. It would be nice to be able to have sex and it be in a safe environment. To know that I wouldn't have to worry about being hurt, beaten, risk an STD, or raped. Please don't use my looks against me. I'm like any other woman. I just have some dreams that I would really like to come true.”
Well hell. She was a nice kid. I admired her wanting more out of life and willing to work for it.
“Can you go out to the bar and let us talk a minute, Sydney? We'll get back with you shortly,” I told her as I was thinking to myself that it looked like we now had four new girls with two interviews to go. I guess we could cancel those. But then I remembered that one was the woman Seer was wanting us to interview. Fuck. My. Life. I should have stayed in bed this morning.
After she left, I looked at the men in front of me and said, “Well, what the fuck we gonna do?”
“She's gonna be real popular,” Blood stated. “All the guys will be wanting to tap that. Me included.”
“That's my issue. We don't need any of you hot headed assholes fighting over a damn woman.”
“Don't think it will come to that, Prez. I honestly don't. Fuck yes, she is stunning. But every girl that has been through here today has been beautiful.”
“Never would have believed that we would take the first four girls we interviewed. Fuck, Blood. Go give her the news and see when she wants to move in, then bring back whoever is next.”
As he walked out the door, I looked at the other two men, “Unfuckingbelievable,” I muttered.
“It definitely is,” Seer said. “Think things are gonna change some around here and definitely for the better.”
“Do we even need to fucking interview the other women, Seer? Do you know something we don't?” I asked him and heard my stomach rumble. I was about to open my mouth and shout for Creed when he walked in with our food. “‘Bout time, dammit. I'm hungry.”
“Sorry, Prez. Didn't know if I should interrupt or not.”
I sighed. I was being an ass to him, and it wasn't his fault.
“You're fine, Creed. Just cranky because I'm hungry.”
As he made his way out of the door, Blood ushered in another fucking beautiful woman. This one was a little older and I was curious why she wanted to be a club girl.
“This is Amy,” Blood said by way of introduction. “Have a seat, Amy.”
“Amy gotta forgive the Prez's sorry ass, he's hungry and angry like an old bear. So, we're gonna let him eat and the three of us will be asking you questions,” Seer commented.
I growled at him as I took a bite of my sandwich, making the old fart snicker at me.
“See, my point exactly,” he chuckled. “Growling like an old bear.”
I frowned at Seer as Viper and Blood each reached for a sandwich.
“That's totally fine, go ahead,” she stated, then her stomach growled and she blushed bright red.
I couldn't help it. I had to laugh. I pushed a sandwich toward her, thinking she probably wouldn't pick it up. But like the rest of the damn day has gone so far, she proved me wrong.
“Thanks, I'm freaking starving. I was too nervous to eat earlier. That was obviously a mistake.”
We all laughed at her. She had an easy way about her that was just comfortable to be around. It was apparent that she was more mature than the other four girls.
“Want a beer?” I asked.
“God yes, I'd love one.”
I reached over and grabbed her one. I twisted it open then handed it to her. She was tearing small bites off the sandwich so she could eat and answer questions at the same time.
“Well, since the rest of the assholes now apparently have a mouth full, why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself and why you want to be a club girl,” I said then shoved another bite into my mouth.
“Tell you what, I'm gonna tell you about me and why I want to be here and let the chips fall where they may.” She took a sip of her beer and swallowed, “I got married when I was eighteen and was married for six years. I've been single for two years now, so yeah, I'm twenty-six. I found out during the whole time I was married my husband was cheating on me. Apparently, he didn't realize that a zipper is supposed to go up as well as down.”
Seer barked out a laugh, “Sorry, hon,