what as long as their money is good, and they don’t bring any trouble to our door.
Gwen and the ol’ ladies will be upstairs. There’s only one other group up there today, a bachelorette party. As long as those bitches don’t bring in any male strippers, I don’t give a fuck what happens. Unless there’s a problem, we’re forcing ourselves to remain on the first level of Phantom tonight. We don’t typically stay down here because it’s too crowded and we want to hang out and enjoy ourselves; not fight off all the desperate skanks.
Somehow laughter from upstairs reaches my ears as there’s a slight lull in the music blasting through the club. Looking up, I see Gwen standing up, her hair flowing down her back. I can’t see the outfit she’s wearing as she begins to walk away from the booth they were sitting in. At this point, I’m not sure if she’s going to dance or if she’s heading to the bar.
“Hey there, sexy,” a skank says, walking up and laying her hand on me. “Buy me a drink.”
“I don’t think so,” I growl out, pointedly looking down at her hand on my chest.
“Don’t be like that. I’ll make sure your night ends just how you want it to,” she purrs, jutting out her chest as I look over the top of her head.
Gwen is standing there with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.
“Back. The. Fuck. Off,” Gwen growls out as she takes a few steps closer to me.
“Bitch, I saw him first,” the skank says, turning to look at my woman.
Little miss skank presses her ass against my cock and it doesn’t even stir. No, I’m hard as fuck for Gwen who looks stunning in a short, dark red dress that hugs every curve of her body. The front dips down low and shows off more of her tits than I’d like. Black heels cover her feet while her back is left bare to my gaze. Well, it would be if she weren’t wearing her rag. I can still see her back is bare through the side of the leather covering her.
“No, you really didn’t,” Gwen says, stepping in between the bitch and me. “He was buried in my pussy this morning and you were nowhere around. I also believe it’s his name on my back. Again, not yours. I suggest you back the fuck off my man, and the rest of the men in the club, before I beat your ass along with my friends.”
The skank turns around and slinks back into the shadows as Jennifer, Shy, Sam, Kim, and Sally for a semi-circle behind her. She knows she doesn’t stand a chance against the six of our women. Not many would when they all get their asses together.
Without saying a word, I bend at my hips and place my shoulder in her stomach. Gwen is over my shoulder as I stride from the club with my hand making sure no one can see her ass. Not a single fucker will be living if they check her ass out. It’s not long before we reach my bike and I place her on it in front of me. My girl wraps her body around mine as I place a helmet on her head and strap it on. Once she’s set, I start my bike and fire up the engine.
We make it back to the clubhouse in record time. As soon as I’m parked, I lift Gwen off the bike and carry her inside. The helmet is still on her head as she laughs her ass off. I’m definitely showing my caveman side right now. I don’t stop until we’re in our room so I can shut the world out and bury myself deep inside my woman. That’s how we spend the rest of our night; me buried balls deep in Gwen with her moaning my name over and over. I moan out her name more than once.
Chapter Seventeen
Gwen
EVER SINCE I got the first package from whatever asshole has decided to fuck with me, I’ve wanted to revert into the terrified, less than whole, untrusting girl I was when the club first found me. Neil, my father, and the rest of the assholes that beat, tortured, and tormented me will always have space in my mind because that’s all I knew for so long. However, I’m not their damn victim any longer. I refuse to let them put me back in that headspace