Chapter 170: Votes
*You’re really serious about this, aren’t you? – Evie*
After lunch, the kids were taken to the main common area where the Shack girls kept them entertained. The older kids took over the media room and streamed movies. Several of the kids from other clubs lost against Molly’s older girls at the pool tables.
After they promised not to play for money.
Meanwhile, the three presidents proposed a new business venture that all three clubs would benefit from.
“In the last few years, we’ve become a little tamer and a lot more family oriented. I don’t know about the other clubs, but mine is expecting six babies next year.” Toad said. “And holy fuck the cost of daycare!”
There was a light murmur, especially among the women.
Afte Toad said that, Karan came back in and tried to disappear into the background.
“Nope, Karan, get up here.” Trigg called motioning for her to join them. “How many of you knew that she was doing online classes for childhood development and education?”
Karan blushed as she walked up to the front. “I can’t be a club girl for the rest of my life.”
“That’s true. And we’ve discovered that several of our girls work at various daycares and get paid shit.” Brute added. “We have a proposal.”
They went through their business plan for a daycare and preschool. Once they went over everything, they fielded questions and redirected a few towards Nessie and Karan.
“What about the business side of it? Billing, payroll and all that shit?” Ryder asked.
“Believe it or not, Chance was able to use his upper head long enough to get a business degree.” Trigg said with a grin.
“Did he feck the professors?” Nessie asked a little louder than she meant to.
“Only one.” Chance laughed.
“Sorry.” She told him.
“It’s all good.” He smiled at her. “Just please leave my giblets alone.”
“Giblets? Acht! Yer oysters. Leave me girls alone when they’re working and I won’t cook yer oysters.”
“Deal.” He answered. “Ryder, I put the numbers together.”
Chance was a slut. There was no doubt about that. But he was good with numbers. He could calculate in his head and the army trained him to do it even faster.
They went back and forth for a few minutes before Dom had enough.
“Shut the fuck up.” Dom said exasperated. “Damn. Buck, does it look like a good investment?”
“Yeah, especially if they do drop in and overnight.” Buck said looking over the numbers he had written down.
"Ryder?" Dom asked.
"Yeah, I'd agree. Plus there's government assistance programs, you can do hourly, daily weekly. And it looks like Chance has all that laid out here."
“Are we doing discounted rates for club members?” Whip asked and the whole room turned to look at the couple.
“Fuck, don’t look at me like that.” Dom shuddered at the idea of being pregnant.
Whip chuckled. “Just a possibility in the future, but no, not Dom.”
“Hell no, not Dom.” She agreed as he put an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll donate his fucking oysters before I let that happen.”
“Shit, I’d donate my oysters before living with a pregnant Dom.” Whip said. “No offense, my love.”
Jax suddenly started laughing. “I love you, sis, but I’m imagining you killing the doctor who tells you that your pregnant.”
She gave a little snort and smirked at him.
“I can see me doing that.” She told her brother. “Can we vote? I got bitches downstairs to play with.”
The vote was called and passed. They then voted on a location, the church. Dom had groaned at the prospect of another long, drawn out discussion. She was pleasantly surprised when there was very little discussion and the vote was almost unanimous.
Plans were made for Cookie, Kilo and Clay to go and look at the building. Once they were able to look at it, they would get with the presidents, Karan, Chance and Nessie to plan out what they would do.
Then the meeting was closed and Dom went downstairs. Several hours later, she came back up and prospects went down to get the women. They were then taken to the hotel and not thought of again.
