Kristy then back to the giant.
“No one comes in here without being checked for weapons first.”
“Oh, uh, sure.” She extended her arms. Made sense. He must not have checked Kristy because he knew her. Either that or he could sense there wasn’t anywhere for her to hide anything bigger than a matchstick.
Two large paws landed on her hips then trailed down her legs in what seemed to be much more of a caress than a pat-down. She tensed as he began to trail up the insides of her thighs. The higher he coasted, the more uncomfortable she became until she yelped as he blatantly brushed a hand over her crotch.
Instead of apologizing, he winked and continued the search, cupping her breasts before Kristy finally cleared her throat and ended Mak’s torture.
“Dude, seriously, if she’s late, I’m blaming you.” Kristy rolled her eyes and huffed.
Mak’s face felt about a thousand degrees, and the second his hands left her body, she folded her arms over her breasts. If she could have curled into a ball and rolled away, she would have.
Five hundred dollars. Five hundred dollars.
“All right,” he said with a chuckle. “She’s clean. Though I don’t know how long she’ll stay that way in there.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Fresh meat as pristine as her oughta be real popular.”
Mak swallowed a rise of nausea.
Another eye-roll had Kristy slinging her arm across Mak’s shoulders. “Pretty sure you won’t be getting any from her,” she snapped as she propelled Mak into the building. “Fucking inbred idiot,” she muttered under her breath.
Mak’s forehead scrunched. “If you think he’s an idiot, why did you…”
Glancing down at her, Kristy’s lips curved. “Let him fuck me?”
Mak nodded.
Shrugging, Kristy said, “He’s got big muscles and an even bigger dick. Plus, you’d never know it, but the asshole is loaded. Walked away with some serious cash the next morning.”
Well, that answer certainly didn’t clear up anything. Just as she was about to ask Kristy if she slept with many of the club members for money, the main room of the CDMC clubhouse came into view.
She stopped dead in her tracks.
Holy crap.
The place was packed wall to wall with bodies moving to the music. Based on the music alone, she could tell the vibe was completely different from that of the Hell’s Handlers. Scream, heavy metal blared thought the speakers. Men leered at women, grabbing and groping all around them. A completely naked woman danced on a table ten feet away. Was that what Kristy was about to do?
Holy crap
Kristy laughed, and Mak looked at her. “What?”
“You look like a frightened deer. Tits up, girl. You need to wipe that expression off your face because, like BD said back there, the flies will swarm if they think you’re fresh, tender meat.”
Five hundred dollars. Five hundred dollars.
Mak trailed after Kristy, ignoring everyone who spoke to her neighbor as they made their way to the bar. What she couldn’t ignore was everything happening on the perimeter of the room. The very first thing she saw as she turned her head was a man sitting on a ratty couch against the wall with his legs spread wide. A woman knelt between his thighs, clearly sucking his dick. His eyes were closed, head was thrown back in pleasure, and hand fisted in the woman’s hair, jerking her up and down on his erection.
At the end of the very same couch, another woman lay bent over the armrest with her feet on the floor, hands braced on a cushion. She had a glazed-over shine in her eyes.
Was she even aware of her surroundings?
Behind her, a man with his pants around his knees fucked into her while making out with yet another girl.
Jesus.
Mak averted her eyes, turning her head forward. She’d seen enough. Last week she couldn’t tear her gaze from Maverick and Stephanie going at it in the Handlers’ clubhouse. This scene could not have differed more and turned her stomach.
The entire place smelled like marijuana and had a smoky haze to it. She had to hustle to keep up with Kristy, who’d stopped to talk to another man in a Chrome Disciples cut.
“Where’s Blade?” Kristy asked.
The man shrugged. “Don’t fucking know.” He held a hand up toward Kristy’s face. A trail of white powder ran from his thumb to his wrist. “You want?”
Kristy’s eyes lit. “Yesss.”
The guy jerked his hand away. “You gonna give me a shot at that pussy tonight?”
With a pout, Kristy shrugged. “Up to Blade. You know the