“Hell, yeah.”
Romeo smirks at me.
The rest of the guys are prowling the clubhouse. It’s still early in the afternoon so most of the regular club ass ain’t here yet. But there’s a few girls that are pretty much here round the clock to service the members. One of my favorites is also here. Sadie sits at the bar staring down at her cell phone. Probably waiting for me. I need to talk to her, but not for what she thinks.
I like Sadie. She sucks dick like a champ. All her holes are available anytime, anyway you want it, and with however many guys want to join in. She’s pretty enough. Takes good care of herself. But there’s something about her. Even if she showed up in a business suit, you’d never mistake her for anything other than a whore.
Which makes it all the more ironic that she’s the receptionist at the local free clinic.
She brightens when she spots me and I throw myself onto the stool next to her. “How you doin’, Sadie?”
“Better now, baby,” she says while placing a hand on my thigh.
“Not today, girl.”
She pouts, but she’s a good girl who knows the rules. Her hand goes back to the bar.
“Can you do me a favor, sweet-Sadie?”
Her smile comes back at the endearment. “Anything, Dante.”
“I need to get a girl into the clinic for the standard stuff.”
Her mouth turns down at that. Sadie does not like competition.
“Yeah. When?”
“This afternoon?”
“Jeez, Dante. Even the pill takes like seven days before it’s effective.”
Huh. Good to know.
“Can you get her in or not?”
“Yeah. I’ll text you with a time. That okay?”
“Yup.” To keep her happy, I lean over and give her a peck on the cheek.
A soft voice whimpers next to me. “Dante?”
Karina. Fuck! Where the hell did she come from?
“Babe, what are you doing here?” I check my watch and it’s nowhere near two-thirty, so at least I didn’t fuck up. Her eyes dart between me and Sadie. What she’s thinkin’ is comin’ through loud and clear.
Here’s the fucked up thing. I’ve never given a shit what a chick thought. This same situation happened with any other of the hundreds of pieces of ass I’ve tapped over the years, I wouldn’t give two fucks.
Now? I’m fuckin’ worried I’ve upset Karina. I don’t want to hurt herfeelings.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
A nice, tight, young pussy is turning me into one pansy-assed motherfucker.
My hand shoots out, shackling her wrist and pulling her into my side. “Karina, this is Sadie, a friend of the club.”
“Hi, Sadie,” Karina says, while lifting her chin. Fierce yet polite, this bitch continues to amaze me. “I didn’t realize you werebusy, so I guess I’ll go,” Karina sasses me.
Squeezing her chin between my fingers, I turn her head to face me. “Watch. Your. Mouth.”
