Page 36 of Conan
“I can speak for me, Liam, and Niles by ordering a Bud light,” Joey claims. “The three of us prefer tap, as long as there isn’t too much of a foamy head, but we’ll drink from the bottle too.”
“Whatever’s easiest on your guy,” David inputs. “We’re here to enjoy your hospitality, not be demanding or a pain in the ass.”
Marcum nods his head at me and I head to the bar to place their drink orders. On the sly, I watch Stixx pull four tablets from the shelf below the bar top and slip them in the glasses before pulling their beers and mixing David’s drink. I watch them dissolve before my eyes, as soon as they evaporate, I grab the four pre-frozen glasses and take them over to our guests.
“We don’t use ice so I grabbed you a frozen mug,” I tell David as I hand him his.
“Wish everyone was that considerate,” David mumbles. “They either water it down with ice or they give it to you at room temperature.”
“And with us, you get the five star treatment without having to break the bank,” I confirm, which is mostly true.
They don’t realize it yet, but they’re going to pay the ultimate price, however, it won’t be from them opening up their wallets and giving us their green bills. Not to mention, we don’t swipe credit cards so their plastic would be useless anyhow.
No, in our neck of the woods, we take payment in blood, sweat, and tears—which, there will be plenty of all three flowing freely by the end of this night.
We lead them to the cluster of recliners near the back wall and have them sit. We kick up our feet and they mimic our action, thinking they’re kings of the castle. David and Joey don’t smokecigarettes, but they do enjoy a cigar on certain occasions, which they told us the night we headed out to the local bar when their inhibitions were low and their tongues were loose.
The girls, wanting the officers’ attention to be on them and only them, come over to where we’re kicked back, and double their efforts by stripping off their G-strings.
They seductively gyrate against each other, rubbing their hands across their partner’s skin and pinching each other’s nipples.
This used to be the highlight of my nights before Demi, now, it does nothing for or to me.
I look down at my crotch and substantiate that he’s as limp as a noodle. Yep, he is, no inflation whatsoever.
Demi’s ruined me for any woman but her.
Just the way it should be.
Some of our brothers have strayed in the past when they’re in committed relationships, but Marcum and I, we’re fierce in the belief that our loyalty should extend past that of our club ties and to that of the women who’ve captivated and captured our hearts.
Marcum and I both sit back, bored out of our eternal minds since this sex driven display does nothing for either one of us, as we watch our companions salivate.
I nod at our newest girl, Destiny, and tilt my head in David’s direction. She gets what I’m trying to communicate to her and steps between his splayed legs, bending over and shaking her tatas in his face before crawling into his lap.
“You like what you see, Daddy?” Destiny purrs, leaning forward and licking a line from his shoulder to his ear.
“Yeah,” David huskily responds. “I like it a lot.”
I look up at the ceiling and count tiles so I don’t break out into laughter. Fucking classic. Put a naked woman in a man’s lap and he forgets to use the brain in his skull and only thinks with the head behind his zipper.
When I have myself under control, I snap my fingers to get her attention and point to David’s mixed drink. She takes the hint and lifts the glass out of his fingers and runs it down her chest, settling it between her tits.
“Wanna drink, Daddy?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he answers, leaning forward and nibbling the top of her breasts before grabbing the rim of the glass with his lips and leaning back, swallowing it in one go.
The other three, eyes hypnotized by the act taking place in front of them, down theirs too.
It won’t be terribly long before they feel that hazy feeling and their limbs loosen. Hopefully they just think it’s the environment and alcohol but at the end of the day, it’s not really going to matter much.
Marcum nods at me, grabs his phone and calls his old lady. His brows wrinkle as he excuses himself and heads to his office. I can only imagine Luna giving him the riot act.
I don’t leave my recliner where I’m comfortable but do send Demi a text letting her know that things are kicking off. She returns it with a thumbs up. I’m not sure if she’s nervous or if she and Luna are in the middle of something, but with Marcum needing space to talk to his old lady, my gut says it’s the second thought and not the first.
We’ve recruited new girls since the whole tampering with Luna’s drink thing and got rid of our old stash. It’s better to be safe than sorry, and there’s no telling what the ladies got in their minds after that ordeal. I’m not sure of the new group yet, but since Destiny took direction so well, I’m hoping the others follow suit and can read my cue.
I also know that after that whole debacle, Auto did a major deep dive into their backgroundsandwe had a contract drawn up with specific rules so there was no way to misunderstand their role within the club. It’s for the single brothers to get off, no more and no less. While it’s not unheard of in our world for a club girl to become an old lady, none of my brothers would be likely to avail themselves in this manner, to be honest.
