“Then you tell him. Having sex is about pleasuring one another. If you’re not enjoying it, then don’t do it,” Rebecca advised.
Rachel left and returned a minute later with a roll of condoms. “We’ll practice with this today. Have you ever visited a naughty store? Do you have any sexy lingerie?”
Riley shook her head, feeling wholly out of her depth.
“Once you get your cast off, we’ll take you shopping for some new clothes,” Rachel offered. “Shouldn’t you be getting it off soon?”
“I can’t afford a lot,” Riley gushed, changing the topic. “Buying Tara's clothes from charity stores takes up most of my funds. Usually, I make do with a few outfits I can mix and match,” she admitted.
“We’ll figure it out. Don’t you have a birthday coming up?” Rebecca asked.
“Yeah. How did you know?” Riley asked.
“You mentioned it when Garrett hit you with the truck. The nurses asked for your birth date. He must have asked Matthew to check your wallet, and I overheard,” Rachel explained.
“I don’t remember you at the hospital,” Riley said, confused.
“You hit your head,” Delaney offered. “Now let’s get to the lessons.”
The women showed her how to roll the condom down seductively and they laughed the afternoon away having their ‘tea.’ Riley glanced around, reveling in her good fortune.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Kenny lit a cigarette and puffed as he waited for his men. “You have the money from the drug run,” Bernice whined. “Why do you care about these two girls and their loser father? Why can’t we find Garrett and finish this?”
“For the last time, shut up. I’m tired of hearing you caterwauling. If you keep it up, I’ll give you to the men again. Didn’t you learn your lesson last time?” he challenged.
Bernice scowled and slunk back in her chair and crossed her arms.
“We’ve checked the bars in town. One bartender says he comes in around four until closing. Apparently, scotch serves as his dinner,” Stitch reported. “What do you want us to do?”
“What the hell do you think I want you to do? Take Blade and fucking wait for him,” he sneered. “Do any of you have a brain?” Kenny turned toward Bernice. “Go make me a sandwich and get me some of those chips,” he ordered her.
Bernice huffed as she got up from her chair and sulked all the way to the kitchen.
“I don’t give a shit about the drunk. I want the two girls. Once he tells us his plan, we’ll pretend to follow it. Then, we’ll get rid of him and keep the women,” Kenny told Stitch.
“What do you plan to do with them?” Stitch asked. “Will we keep them as part of the old women of our club or use them to make a few deals?”
“I’m getting tired of Bernice and her fucking whining. The older one showed some spirit. We’ll keep them locked up until we find Garrett and get the money. Once we do that, we’ll get rid of Bernice.”
“Can we have her?” Stitch asked.
“I don’t give a fuck. It’ll do her some good to get taken down a peg,” Kenny said, swigging his beer. “I warn you now, she’s a terrible lay. But she doesn’t care if she doesn’t get off. It makes it easy when you don’t have to do a ton of work.” The two men guffawed as Bernice returned, carrying a plate and slamming it down before him.
Kenny raised his brow and glared at her. “Do you have a problem?”
Bernice seemed pissed beyond words. It’s likely that one of the women took something else of hers. She wanted Kenny to intervene, but he didn’t give enough shits to do anything about it.
In the evening, Stitch and Blade dragged the drunk Steven into the clubhouse. He reeked of urine, cigarettes, and body odor.
“Geez, take him and hose him down. Find him something else to wear and burn his clothes. He wore them the last time we saw him, and I doubt he’s changed. He’s stinking up the joint.”
Blade shoved the older man toward the back. “Hey, Betty, give me a hand.”
The woman rose and went to assist him.
“Why don’t you go with Blade and Betty?” Kenny suggested. “It’ll do you good to get off your fat ass.”
