“I was invited to the RTMC’s clubhouse tonight. Spence feels it’s important I go. I’ve been sparring with them, and they’re having a party. Drinking and apparently a lot of sex. Spence explained the rules. Abbott will be there as well, and I’ll be able to telepath with him to be sure I don’t screw up. Or, if he sees me about to make a mistake, he can intervene.”
I was disappointed he wouldn’t be around on my first night home, but I immediately understood he needed to have his own circle of friends. “You should go. Of course. It will give Gwen and me a chance to talk about the things I learned in DC.” And a chance for my wife to fess up.
“Which vehicle would you prefer I drive?”
“Whichever you’re more comfortable in, of course.”
“I prefer the car, if that’s okay?”
“It’s fine. I’m happy you’re making friends.”
Of course, several hours later, when Gwen informed me he might prefer the bikers over us if he got control of his wolf, I wasn’t quite so happy he was making friends. We couldn’t lose him. I’d grown too attached.
Chapter Nineteen
Ajax
I’ve been to parties as the bodyguard, when I had to be on high alert in another Master Vampire’s house, lest their people try to take over territory by taking my Master out, or some other violence. One never knows what will happen when powerful vampire masters gather.
But this party was completely different. No politics. Just brotherhood, drinking, and fun.
The first thing I noted was the food.So much food. Mostly pulled pork, but also a few dozen fat and juicy hamburger patties in a warmer, waiting for someone to come along and put them on a bun and build a masterpiece. Beside the burgers was every fixing you could imagine to turn your burger into a gastronomical work of art. They also had beer on tap, and I accepted the offer of all the beer I could drink.
Matty pulled me to the bar, and I noted Spence was a lot more laid back than usual. Abbott was here and in charge, so Spence didn’t have any responsibilities. Well, other than not embarrassing his Master, but I knew that wouldn’t happen.
While I was talking to Bash, Angelica, and Matty, a girl from across the room caught my eye.She wore short-shorts that showed half her ass, and a shirt without a bra — thin enough you could easily see the shape of her pert breasts and the darkness around her sizeable nipples. She was perhaps a touch too skinny,but it worked for her. Long brown hair, big brown eyes, and burgundy lipstick that made me wish her lips were wrapped around my cock.
Bash followed my gaze and grinned. “Ahh. Genie. I’m not sure how the three-wishes-three-holes thing came about, exactly, but the nickname stuck. She’s a sweetbutt, yours for the taking if you want her.”
I shook my head. “I don’t do slaves.”
“Oh no, sweetcheeks,” Matty told me. “Everything’s consensual here. The sweetbutts come of their own free will, knowing they’ll be used and abused by any brother who wants them, or any man a brother tells them to service. They want it. No slavery. It’sallconsensual.”
I looked to Spence, and he nodded. “It’s fine. They aren’t slaves. They can walk out anytime.”
Spence had explained the sweetbutts to me already, but I’d needed to be sure. No way would I help subjugate someone who’d been forced into the position.
Bash didn’t even raise his voice to say, “Genie!” and she turned to look at him. He motioned her to him, and she pranced across the floor.Pranced. She didn’t walk. She was sex on two legs, and full of confidence.
“This is Ajax. Take care of him tonight. Drinks, blow jobs, whatever. The works. He wants it, he gets it.”
She turned her face up to me, obviously pleased with her orders.
“My, my. Aren’t you a big one? It’s my lucky night.”
She was some kind of owl. Not a great horned, something smaller. I ran the backs of my fingers across a nipple and scented her arousal. She liked having me do it in front of people.Interesting.
“What are you drinking, Genie?”
She looked around. “Oh, I left my beer. I’ll be right back.”
I made myself comfortable on a barstool and watched her prance across the room and back. When she returned, I lifted her to my lap. She settled right in and took a long drink.
I telepathed Abbott.I take it owls can get drunk, Sir?
Tipsy. She won’t do anything she’ll regret tomorrow. Take charge with her. Don’t let her orgasm until you’re ready. Tell her where to put her hands, how to suck your dick. She needs to be told what to do. Give the party another thirty or forty minutes, and the bikers will be getting blow jobs on the sofas. Feel free to move to the other side of the room and you can order her to blow you while you’re talking to them or playing a video game. It isn’t done near the bar where you are, though. At least, not this early.
Why does she do this?
