Chapter 222: Club Girls
*No one will ever please you like I can. – Chrissy*
Friday nights at Pop’s Place were always a little wild. Kids were banned. Most of the wives partied with the guys. The bunnies may or may not be dressed. Sex in the communal areas was common.
Alcohol flowed freely. Cigarettes, cigars and blunts filled the air with their smoke. There were some harder drugs that could be found. But they were kept out of sight and minimal. Trigg did not tolerate the same drugs that cost so many of his friends’ lives.
There were very few things that the president of the Pop’s Place chapter of the Devil’s Saints didn’t tolerate. Hard drugs and the skin trade were top of the list.
It had been nearly twenty years since the Brotherhood tried to eliminate the Saints. Bad feelings died hard.
Tonight, no one thought about the feud with the Brotherhood. Tonight, they celebrated.
Chance’s best friend, Celt, was a new dad. Chance was an uncle again. His best friend was married to his sister and seeing her happy, made Chance forgive Celt.
For the most part he forgave his friend. He saw it as a brother’s sworn duty to protect his sister. Especially from lawyers. That bastard could lie better than anyone.
Even Becks, who was a hell of a card shark, couldn’t tell when Celt was lying. Somehow, his lovely sister, Mia, knew when her husband was lying. Which is why Celt never lied to her. Or around her.
It's also why when he told her that he’d be home nine, he would be home by nine.
“C’mon, man.” Chance slurred. “It’s barely…” He tried to focus on his watch. “Hey,” he grabbed a half-naked bunny and pulled her onto his lap, “Chrissy, what time sit?”
She was a busty blonde, just the way Chance liked them. Busty. Blonde. Willing.
Mainly willing.
And gone when he was done.
Laughing at him, she grabbed his wavering arm to hold it still. “Eight seventeen.”
As soon as she let go of his arm, his hand moved to her exposed breast.
“Still early.”
“It’s going to take me about thirty minutes to get home.”
“Bishhhh…”
“Besides, you got your hands full.” Celt nodded towards the woman in his lap.
“I’ll take good care of him.” She purred as she began to grind on him.
“I’m sure you will.” Celt replied dryly as he stood up.
Celt had recently taken a yearlong sabbatical from his family’s law firm. With the impending birth of his son, the sabbatical extended to eighteen months. His dad told him to take some time and figure out what he wanted to do.
When Celt did return to the office the next month. He would divide his time between the law firm and taking care of legal issues for the North Star Ranch. It was a rehab and therapy center that worked mainly with troubled youth.
Carly, who was the owner and resident therapist, had helped Mia and her kids work through the twins being kidnapped by their biological father. And then his death less than a year later. In the process, she helped Celt and Mia with their issues. She had been a single mom for nearly nine years. He had always just done what he thought needed to be done.
Neither was good at expressing themselves or communicating with the other.
But now, he knew that if he made a promise, he had to keep it. And he had to tell Chance when he was fucking up. He was close to that point now.
Chrissy was not his favorite, although many, including herself, thought she was. He was her favorite. Celt could see it when she looked at his friend, the whore wanted to be patched. She wanted a property tattoo on her.
Someone was going to have to break it to her. Chance saw her as nothing but a fuck.
She always got excited when he called her by her name. Either she didn’t know that he called two other blondes Chrissy also, or she didn’t care. All she saw was the end goal.
She didn’t care how she got there.
Celt helped her to get Chance to his feet. And then to his room upstairs. He typically did not imbibe this much. He had a new nephew to celebrate.
And the anniversary of the battle that killed many his soldiers.
The names and faces of the men and women he sent into a war zone to die haunted him. It was his job. Someone determined what needed to be done. His job was to figure out how many bodies were needed to do that job.
Motörhead had it right. They were food for the gun.
Celt left Chance in the very capable, and willing, hands of Chrissy.
Chance was only vaguely aware that his friend had left. He worked with Chrissy to get his clothes off. Laying back on the bed, he guided her head to his crotch.
“Suck me off.”
“OK, baby.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Grabbing his shaft with one hand, she cupped his balls in her other hand. Massaging his balls, she took the head of his cock into her mouth. Sucking on just the tip, she began to move her hand up and down.
“That’s it.”
Chrissy groaned and began to slowly slide her mouth down. Once she was as far down as she could go, she started bobbing up and down. Her hand moved on his shaft and the other continued to play with his balls.
“Oh yeah.” Chance muttered as he pushed her head down further.
She gagged a little bit and tears sprang to her eyes. Even when he began to thrust upwards while pushing her head down, she did not object.
His thrusts became erratic, and he pushed her down further, without letting her up. Then he was grunting as he came down her throat. His hand fell away, and she moved off him, gagging and gasping for air.
After a moment, he stood up and walked into his bathroom. Using the damp rag in the shower, he cleaned himself up before returning to the room.
Chrissy sat on his bed, wearing nothing but his cut.
“Take it off and get the fuck out.” Chance ordered angrily.
“But baby-"
“I told you not to call me that.”
She took the leather off as he got back in the bed.
“Get out.” Chance warned quietly.
“What about me?”
“What about you?” He placed his arms behind his head and looked at her with a cold glare.
He was typically a very giving lover. Always made sure that his playmates were satisfied. And he would have tonight too.
Except, she put on his cut and tried to become an old lady. That didn’t fly with Chance. She needed to be put back in her place.
“There’s plenty of other cocks. Go fuck one of them.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Yeah. And?”
