Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Learn your time and place to lash out and when to keep shit inside. You will be safe here. You need to harness the power of your femineity.”
“What!”
She laughed, “to put it directly, Melody. I need you to learn the power of pussy. You can’t control men like these, but you can earn your place. You spread your legs, let them have a taste of that sweet cunt and they may not bend to your will, but they will keep you safe from whatever you left behind.”
“You make it sound so easy. My body isn’t something to give away.”
She reached out and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “Honey, the Kings give more than they take. Every single one of them will make sure you get yours before they finish. You are simply trading the gift of that release for a life where you don’t have to look over your shoulder.”
Somehow her words didn’t bring me comfort. Even though I completely understood what she was telling me to do, I didn’t think the life of a club bunny was for me.
“Ask Lyric. It’s working for her. Hell, she’s only been with Tiny and right now, he’s so smitten she isn’t being shared. No one gets to Tiny like that. If her pussy is that tight and good, babe you could rock one of their worlds and who knows, land yourself as an old lady instead of a club whore.”
I opened my mouth and closed it not sure what to say.
“Babe, sex is sex and sex can be awful or it be phenomenal. Don’t get caught up in emotions. That is what fucks people over. Enjoy it for what it is, a damn good time.”
7
THRASHER
The compound never really slept as a whole—the men seemed to pass out in shifts rather.
That particular morning it felt as if the damn building was still shaking off a hangover. I rolled into my usual spot, the rumble of my bike echoing off the side of the building until I killed the engine. The air was heavy with the lingering smell of burned rubber from last night’s burnouts.
Three and Thrust, another prospect, sat on the far side smoking and pretending like they weren’t on edge waiting for another order. Still, I gave them slow nod, the kind that said, I’ll be sure to find you something to do real soon, fucker.
Entering the space I shook my head. The open space of our clubhouse main room looked like someone hosted a fucking war and forgot to clean up the dead bodies. An open empty pizza box sat open on one of the pool tables, two bunnies were naked wrapped in each other asleep on the floor. Spare laid sprawled out on the couch naked with his hands covering his junk but his boots still on. How the fuck he managed that I didn’t want to know. Another brother, I couldn’t discern who for sure, but I thought it was Widower but with his hair in his face, I wasn’t getting close enough to make sure. He was crooked in a chair with a bottle clutched to his chest like a fucking stuffed animal.
The TV in the back was still on, muted, and the porn still playing. I kept walking not bothering to change it. I was halfway to my room, thinking about the day ahead when I heard it.
A low hum of voices, muffled but close. Then the laugh, feminine and light. Not a laugh I recognized.
We didn’t get new sounds around here often. Most of the brothers if they wanted strange pussy they kept it off the compound. It was easier that way. Our bunnies and old ladies were vetted, random bitches, well, it could get complicated once they had been tempted by a King.
I followed the sound down the hall toward the back rooms which so happened to be on my way to my room anyway. My boots scuffed the floor in a casual rhythm, no rush, no pressure. Tiny’s door was wide open allowing light to spill across the hall. I paused letting my own eyes adjust as I took in what was right in front of me.
Tiny was crouched down with some woman’s legs over his shoulders pressing her back into the side of his bedroom doorframe while he ate. Her skirt was hitched high leaving full view of her bush. Her head was back, eyes closed, and the bitch was in fucking ecstasy while my brother devoured her.
She was new. She was different. Not painted up in the heavy makeup shimmery shit the usual club girls liked. Her makeup was soft, subtle. Even though she clearly was in the heat of passion, her mascara didn’t run. Her hair was mussed up, most likely from Tiny’s hands, but you could tell she started her day put together.