“Noticed what?”
“He’s totally into Shauna.”
“Sorry.”
“I’m not. He’s not my type.”
“What is your type?” He asked out of curiosity. “And have you found it here? 'Cause I seem to remember you saying you need to get laid.”
“I’ll let you know when I figure it out. And no, haven’t gotten laid yet. Working on it, since you, despite saying you didn't want to know about my fuck-plans, keep asking about them.”
“I don't 'keep' asking. Just looking out for you, doll.”
“Oookay,” she said with a big smile.
These two kids really left him guessing! It was bugging the hell outta him!
When they were at her place, he took the bag he'd gotten from Brick earlier that day.
“This is for you. I don't want you buying that shit on the streets anymore.”
It was pot. He'd figured out that she was buying it and when he told Brick he'd agreed with Vasco that if she was buying it in Greenville, it was their stuff and they weren't gonna let her pay for it. He'd keep an eye on her use, but neither one of them was that worried.
“Why?”
“Honey, I'm gonna try to put this delicately, and you need to shut your mouth about it, but you're buying our stuff.”
“Oh,” she said with a smile and a slow nod on her head. “I get it. So if I need more I'll come to you?”
“Yes. Once in a while I'll get you the really good stuff, too. For special occasions.”
“Thanks. This is gonna last a long time.”
“Hope so. Hide it well.”
“I got a spot.”
“Hey. Take it easy. And call me.” She gave his cheek a kiss. “Soon.”
“Soon. I promise.”
He watched her to make sure she got in safely. He decided that he liked the general idea of Edie and Dawg. If they could work out their personal problems they'd be great for each other. Dawg could be the very stable person that Edie needed, and Edie was the kind of girl who could stand by Dawg. Even if Mel didn't see it, there was an enormous strength in Edie and she was certainly the kind of girl that could keep Dawg's interest. Sure, there were things that were a problem, like the fact that Dawg was still an immature brat in some ways. And that Edie still had things to work out, but he had high hopes for both of them. It could work.
CHAPTER SIX:
The Dawg-Scale
-o0o-
Tuesday, July 10th
I'D FELT PRETTY SHIT when I went to bed the day before, and when I woke up, I felt even worse. Getting out of the bed I realized why. My period had started sometime during the night and there was blood all over my sheet. I had that wonderful kind of period with cramps from hell and massive bleeding, but only for about three days, then it was more or less gone.
Things got even better when I checked my bathroom and realized that I had two tampons left. That wouldn’t get me very far, so I picked up my phone and texted Dawn. Our equally horrific periods had been one of the reasons we started to talk like friends rather than co-workers. She'd feel sorry for me and help me out, I was sure.
‘Fuck! Got my period and woke up on the Japanese flag. Feel like shit. Can you drop by with tampons on your way to work? Please!!! BFF? Grassy ass!’
I got a ‘sure’ back about fifteen minutes later, and I relaxed.
When the coffee was in my stomach and the sheets in the dryer, I sat down in my couch with the second cup of coffee. I really felt horrible and just hoped that the painkillers would do their job sooner rather than later. In an attempt to get rid of the worst pain, I wrapped a blanket around my belly. Sometimes heat could ease some of the ache. It did. I managed to relax and turned on the TV Brick had brought me the week before, along with some of Lanie’s old furniture. The TV had belonged to either Mac or Mitch and so had the DVD, both with skulls in top hats painted on them. I didn't care much; they worked, and even if Brick thought the TV was small I thought it was great. More importantly, it was free.
Thirty minutes later there was a knock on my door, and holding the blanket in place, I went to answer it. When I opened it, I just stared. It was Dawg, and with his usual grin he looked me over.
“Japanese flag and grassy ass? Baby, are you having parties that I'm not invited to? That would really hurt my feelings.”
It took me a few seconds, and then I must’ve turned scarlet red. “That was for Dawn.”
“Kind of assumed it wasn’t for me. Still...” he said and held up a bag. “Got you tampons, chocolate and a movie.”
I just stared at him. I couldn't fucking believe it, and I was desperately trying to decide whether I was embarrassed or really glad. “Wow.”
“So... Japanese flag?”
“White sheets. Japanese flag is white with a red circle.” I was prepared to tell him pretty much anything he wanted to know if it meant I could have the chocolate he claimed was in the bag.
“Aahhh,” he hummed in a laugh. “And grassy ass?”
“Gracias. Spanish.”
“Classy.” He looked down at me again and the blanket around me. “Is that the temporary maxi pad?”
“No. Heat helps for the cramps.” I looked at him as he flopped down into the couch. “Are you staying?”
“You’re not gonna let me watch the movie that I paid for?”
I closed the door and walked over to him. “Okay, but you’re not getting any chocolate.”
I opened the bag. He wasn’t kidding about the chocolate. He’d bought loads, and the movie was an action, obviously, like I needed more blood in my life. There were boxes of tampons in the bottom of the bag and I picked them up. Small and Medium. I held up the small with a smile and he shrugged.
“A guy can hope.”
“You know it's not the size of the vagina, more how much you bleed.”
“So you're not a small then. Bummer,” he mumbled, but he was still smiling, and since I didn't want to get into a too-detailed description of my periods, I dropped the subject.
I dropped them back into the bag, took the movie and walked over to the TV-set to put it on. It was ‘Fight Club’. All guys loved that movie. I didn’t. When I was back on the couch I looked at him again. He’d taken off his beanie and looked at the movie and given his focus, it was clear he was one of the guys who just loved the bull this movie fed them. And when all that fake anarchy philosophy bullshit started, I couldn't help myself, and started huffing in disagreement. When they said ‘the things you own end up owning you’ I even snorted out loud.
“What?” he asked and turned to look at me.
“It’s true in a sense that what we own ends up owning us, but the solution isn’t to not own anything. The trick or the crux of life isn’t to not own things or not work for anything. Some things and some people are worth working for. The tricky part is to find the things worth working for and owning.”
“This is from the girl who wandered the world for six years without any possessions.”
“That’s how I know that the problem isn’t the shit you own or don’t own, it’s where your mind is at. I might not have had possessions, but I still had a lot of baggage and thinking you can get rid of that by getting rid of possessions is stupid.” I looked at him. “So to sum it up: find what’s worth working for and stick to it. Could be that bike you can’t stop polishing or your brothers, the club, whatever makes you happy, and it’s worth the headache.”
“What’s your happy headache?” Dawg asked, and I laughed.
“Happy headache? I like that.” I took a deep breath. “My happy headache is peace of mind at the moment. Forgiving myself. That’s what I’m working for.”
“How’s that going?”
“I’m getting there.” I handed him one of the chocolate bars, and he took it with a smile. “Thank you, Dawg. You're really a nice guy sometimes.”
“Don’t have sound so fucking surprised,” he muttered but she could see the tiny smile he was trying to hide. “I can be nice.”
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“Yeah, but willingly walk into the home of menstruating woman is nice even on a normal scale.”
“Normal scale! What fucking scale am I usually on?”
“Obviously the dawg-scale.”
“Dawg-scale?” He tried to sound pissed, but he was desperately trying to hold back laughter.
“Yeah, not 'Dawg' as in your name, but dawg as in guys... who are mostly nice to get a piece of ass. And you know that’s not gonna happen with a chick on the rag. Hence this being nice on the normal scale.”
He couldn’t hold it back anymore and I watched in amazement as he cracked up. I liked it when he did that, just laughed his ass off.
“Dawg scale,” he chuckled when he calmed down. “Gotta tell my ma’ about that. She doesn’t think I’m on any scale.”
“What’s she like?”
What little I knew about Dawg had come from Vasco. Lanie had mentioned him briefly in her emails, mainly that Eliza loved him and that he got around, but was hot as hell. Vasco had mostly talked about Dawg's dad and how he grew up in the club.
“She’s great. Love her like crazy. I’m obviously her biggest heartache.”
“So you've broken her heart as well, just like you break all women's hearts?”
“She’s my mom, a bit worse with her. You know, since she really loves me,” he shrugged. “My sister has a husband, a kid, good job and all that. I’m my dad, and as much as ma’ loves my dad, she doesn’t want me to be him.”
I wasn’t sure how to put this. “You’re your dad? Like... the women thing or...?”
“Naw. Dad’s crazy about ma’, doesn’t roam, never would. But he’s a biker.”
“I knew that actually.”
He nodded. “He's one of the founding members, the president at the mother charter. He was Vasco’s sponsor. It was early on, Vasco was like the tenth member joining.”
“How did he end up here? Vasco, I mean.” I hadn't heard that part of the story. Vasco had talked about some of his background, but it was more about his family and things before the club.
“They branched out. Vasco needed to get out of town and volunteered to keep an eye on this place, and he got stuck. That’s... shit, think it's fifteen years ago. When I needed to get away from dad, he called Vasco, who told me to come here and prospect with him as a sponsor.”
“You don’t get along with your dad?” When he looked at me I could feel myself blush. I wasn't sure how much I was supposed to know. “Sorry, that’s none of my business.”
“That’s not it, Nibbles. And I do—get along with him I mean. I just didn’t want to prospect in his charter. I wanted the same prospecting as everyone else, you know. No favors. Not be the president’s son and all that shit.”
That did surprise me, and I was also a bit impressed. Dawg had struck me as the kind of guy who took the easy way through stuff, but I was apparently wrong about that. He probably was when it came to some things, like getting laid and getting away from his lays, but he was serious about the club. I should’ve known. Vasco kept telling me that.
“Anyway, I love my dad. He’s a great guy, a great dad.”
And once again I was stunned. There weren’t that many guys that just threw out that they loved their dad. On the other hand, Brick pretty often talked about loving his brothers. They all did. So I didn’t say anything, just nodded.
“Never heard much ‘bout your family,” he said and looked at me.
“Not much to say,” I shrugged, hoping I’d get away with it. “Just me and Lanie now. Of the original family, I mean,” I hurried to add, so I didn’t get the ‘You’re in the Marauder family now’ speech.
“I like Mel. She’s good.” Then he laughed. “Fuck! Laughed so hard when she ran into the lot and had a go at Mac. She’s lucky she’s hot, Brick would’ve decked her if she wasn’t. She yelled at him, Mac and pretty much everyone else she could see.”
That’s how Lanie and Brick met. Mac stole her bike, and she came running into the lot, chasing him. I hadn’t heard about the yelling part, though. She'd left that out when she wrote to me about it. And I definitely didn't know she'd yelled at Brick. She must've been so fucking pissed to do that.
“At Brick?”
“Sure. Almost went at him. Big fucking biker and it didn’t stop her for a second.”
“Shit!”
“Like I said. Lucky she was so hot cause he just stared at her, smile got bigger and then he asked where she lived and if she had a comfortable bed. Mel almost blew a fuse.”
“She wrote to me when she got home, how pissed she was. The next week he was the dream guy in the form of a biker. So big and hot.” I laughed and so did Dawg. “Can’t tell her I said that.”
“Cross my heart.”
The pills I had taken were starting to have effect and when the pain finally left I was getting tired. So I laid down in the couch to watch the rest of movie. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep. I woke up when Dawg put a blanket over me.
“Gotta go, Nibbles.”
“Okay,” I mumbled, curling up and pulling the blanket tighter around me. “Thanks again.”
“No prob. Just text me the next time you’re on the rag and I’ll do the same thing.”
“Can I get a chick flick that time?”
He laughed. “Sure. Might have to suggest some titles 'cause I don’t know shit about chick flicks.”
“I will.”
The second the door slammed shut and I heard it being locked, I dozed off. The strangeness of the locking-part didn’t hit me until I woke up the next time. How the fuck did he get a key to my place?
-o0o-
Thursday, July 19th
BULL LEANED BACK AND watched the girl moving on stage. She was new at the Booty Bank, but he was pretty damn sure it wasn't her first time stripping, she was good. Red, curly hair cascaded down her back, and she was currently in only her thong. If she was gonna keep the deal about a minimum of 4 out of 15 minutes on stage in nude, they were gonna come off soon. They did. Watching her he decided that was his girl for the night, and he took a sip from his beer, turned to the others and nodded, indicating she was his.
He was there with the single guys of the club, Mace, Sisco and Dawg. He might not be single himself, but he'd given the monogamous relationship a try and it turned out he was the only one in the relationship that did. He'd taught that bitch a lesson about straying on men, tossed her out and kept the kid. Ricky. He was six years old and currently at home in with Angie. Angie, who wouldn't object to him staying at the club for a night or two.
She was a great mom and from Bull's point of view a good wife. Didn't ask questions and would definitely not try to cheat on him. She'd met Debbie, the ex-wife, and knew what would happen if she did. He himself hadn't seen Debbie in years. Ricky stayed with her every second weekend, and as far as Bull was concerned, even that was a lot more than the bitch deserved.
It was Thursday, so it was a slow night at the club, and they'd decided to check out some of the new girls. The Booty Bank was a popular club among the strippers. The customers wouldn't dare to cause problems or try to rip off the girls. The girls were protected as long as they didn't do or deal drugs or tried to pick up johns at the club. The floor fee was low, considering the money the they made, but they also knew if they fucked up, in any way, they were out and they wouldn't be allowed back. It wasn't obligatory to be one of the club's sweetbutts, but most of them were. So Bull felt pretty confident he'd get a taste of the redhead's mouth if he tried.
An hour and a half later they were walking back to the clubhouse. It was just around the corner from The Booty Bank, and he had his arm around the redhead. Mace and Sisco had picked up a woman each, and Dawg had two, one under each arm. There was some other girl tagging along as well, just in case.
Dawg disappeared with his girls to his room immediately. The others hung out a while, played some pool, and then Bull sat down on the couch and pointed at the stripper pole they had in the clubhouse, and the redhead, Vick
ie, got up and danced. When she was topless he waved her over again, pushed her down on her knees and unzipped his jeans.
Bull wasn't too keen on fucking girls in Greenville, that was sort of his limit, depending on the girl. Blowjob was another thing. With a little giggle she took his dick in her mouth and he grabbed a hold of her hair, setting the pace. He tested out her gag reflex and she seemed okay with going pretty damn deep so he did that. He came with a groan, holding on to her neck, and then let her go. She looked up and wiped the corner of her mouth with a little smile.
“You can get dressed,” he said.
She looked at him with big eyes and then scrambled to her feet. Might be a bit rough, but she needed to get used to it if she was gonna stick around. He went over to the bar counter and told Bucket to make some coffee. He was gonna have his coffee and then go to bed. None of them had been drinking all that much since they were going on a toy run the next day. Once he had his coffee he found a paper and sat down to read for a while.
-o0o-
Dawg opened his eyes and rolled over to look at the two sweetbutts he’d brought with him. He’d had shit to work out and decided he needed more than one. It hadn’t helped, he’d fucked them both in a variety of ways. One while making out with the other, taken one while she gave the other one head, given head himself while having the other ride him and... nothing. He’d cum, more than once, but it was really just a physical thing, not the kind of release he needed. Things still felt wrong.
He slapped the ass of the one closest and pushed a bit on the other.
“Hey! Wake up!” When their eyes were open he pointed at the door. “Time to get out.”
None of them said anything, just picked up their clothes and got out. They’d both been there before, and he was relieved he didn’t get the hassle of explaining the deal to them. He had no idea why Bull had been so hot for the new girl. But then Bull didn't really give a damn if he made people upset. Dawg walked into the bathroom and took a long, really fucking hot shower. After brushing his teeth, he tore the sheets off, and realizing he didn’t have any clean ones in the room, he pulled his jeans on to get out and find some.
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