“Ladies, oh my, give her a chance. Camile, let me introduce you to everyone.”
She points to each woman, one at a time, telling me their names and the men they are with. I struggle to retain the information and hope I don’t seem rude if I forget. I smile, my jaw aching with effort and nod. Every now and again, I make what I hope are the right noises in response to something someone says.
“So, you and Ace, huh?” one of the women, I think she’s called Lisa, says.
Her hair is red, and unlike many of the other women here, it’s short and funky, and she wears a ton of silver jewelry.
“What about me and Ace?”
“We hear he’s got the hots for you.” She pops the gum she’s chewing.
“Never mind Ace, what about Jack?”
The sultry voice comes from behind me, and when I turn, I almost gasp. It’s the woman from the pool table.
She’s even more gorgeous up close. Why would a manlike Jack be interested in me when there are women like this in his club?
“I’m Felicia,” she says.
“Camile,” I manage to squeak.
It’s so weird saying hello to this woman when I’ve seen her spread out, half naked and being rammed by a biker with a massive cock.
Shelley widens her eyes knowingly. “She’s Tank’s ol’ lady.”
Felicia lifts one shoulder in a half shrug. “Well, not really. But I’m his girlfriend. For now. I don’t think Tank is the sort who hangs on to a woman for long.”
“He’s into you, though,” Shelley says.
“And no wonder,” a petite, dark-haired woman adds. “You fuck him in public whenever he wants. Not sure where else he’s going to get that easily.”
Felicia pouts her bee-stung lips. “You don’t approve?”
“Well, I’m not sure I like knowing my man has seen everything you’ve got to offer on a regular basis.” The woman folds her arms across her chest.
She’s dressed conservatively compared to the other women here, and her face is weathered. as if she’s worked outdoors for her entire life.
“I can’t help it if Tank wants me all the time and can’t wait until we get home to take me.” Felicia smiles sweetly. “And I can’t help it if your man looks, now, can I?”
“You…” The woman steps forward, but Shelley puts a hand up.
“Now, now, ladies, no fighting.”
With a roll of her impressive hips, Felicia walks off a little way from us toward a quiet corner.
“That one is pure trouble,” Shelley says quietly. “But Ido think she might make an honest man of Tank yet. I think she could be his match.”
I nod absentmindedly. What did Felicia mean with her remark about Jack? I want to know.
I look around for Ace and see he’s been pulled into a conversation by the drink table. I wonder if I should go and get my own, but there is a big group of men standing by the drinks, and I feel kind of nervous about pushing through them. A few minutes pass by, making small talk with the ol’ ladies, but I’m glad when some of their men turn up, giving me the chance to approach Felicia.
She’s got her back to me and is staring out beyond the buildings to the fields and trees while she nurses a drink.
“Hey,” I say softly as I go to stand by her.
She turns toward me, one brow popping up. “You decided to ignore the morality committee and come talk to the woman with the scarlet letter A on her soul?”
I laugh a little at that. “Oh, I think I probably have one of those, too.”
