Even more grumbles and groans.
“Don’t worry, it’s just one little jab and we dressed you in hot pants for easy access to those cheeks,” Maisie said gleefully.
“In theass, really?” Mack asked.
“Yeah, don’t tetanus shots usually go in the arm?” Knight asked.
“How long did you go to medical school?” Gina asked.
Knight shut up, and then we lined up to receive our jabs.
* * *
Katie
Three nights ago, the old ladies of the club had all gotten together for drinks at Payton’s house. Hawk had taken their kids to a Winterhawks game, so we had the place all to ourselves for a little over four hours. Four hours in which we drank wine, laughed, cried, drank wine, bitched about our stupid men, and drank wine. Somewhere within that time one of us made a joke. No one remembers exactly who it was, or perhaps no one wanted to be held liable for lighting the initial spark, but after a few drinks that joke became an idea. After a few more drinks that idea became a plan.
After administering the last of the injections, we took a short lunch break, then the men werecleared to return to their scrubbing duties, but not until Maisie made one more announcement.
“Before you head back out,” Maisie called. “Please have a seat. Oh, wait, sorry. Too soon?”
The men grumbled while a few laughed, although, it was fake.
“I have a confession.” She smiled, a bit like a shark. “Those shots weren’t really tetanus shots.”
“What the fuck?” Hatch growled. “What did you do?”
She shrugged. “Well, since you all found it so easy to leave your trackers behind, we thought we’d give you new and improved ones.”
“Fuck! You chipped us?”
“Next time you little doggies decide to run away, we’ll know exactly where your arses are,” Maisie retorted.
“You can’t do that!” Mack snarled.
“You didn’t really think this through, sweetheart,” Knight said. “Pet chipping technology doesn’t work like that.”
“It does now,” Daisy interjected. “I consulted with Sierra out in Colorado to get the next gen chips from the top FBI dog handler. All we have to do is pull up a handy little app on our phones, and we can follow each and every one of your movements.”
“What the hell?” her man, Ruin, snapped. “Why would you do that?”
Daisy grinned. “Because I could.”
“Can you get them out?” Hatch asked Knight.
He shook his head. “Not without surgical intervention.”
“Jesus, woman, you’ve gone too far.”
Maisie cocked her head. “Maybe you’ll think about things a little more before pulling something like this again.”
“Back to work, everyone!” Dani ordered. “Move it!”
As the men bitched and complained, but filed back out to the cars, us ladies silently entered the next phase of Maisie’s punishment. One by one, slowly so as not to raise suspicion, we began to slip away from the clubhouse, and down the block, to where we had a chartered party bus waiting to take us to Cannon Beach where we’d booked a ladies-only weekend away.
Maisie and Dani were the last to join the rest of us, and we were off.
“Do you think they suspect anything?” I asked.
