Polly was babbling about plans she had for cooking and gardening, and maybe I was getting weak as hell in my old age, because I didn’t send her away, just stood outside smoking while her chirps washed over me.
This was why I didn’t like women. Too much damn work, but Polly didn’t seem to require a response, so I let her talk.
The rest of the members eventually wandered out too, and we stood around smoking until it was late.
While Polly was showering, I dragged out a single bed, placed it at the very opposite end of my room, and put clean bedding on it.
There. That would do until I got the club bunny rooms ready again. Not too close. A good distance away. I didn’t want her too close, thinking she could get anything more.
Polly snuggled cheerfully into that narrow single mattress with a little sigh of pleasure.
“These are very nice sheets. Old-fashioned, but they smell like wood fire. Reminds me of my grandparents’ house.”
I swore I could smell her shampoo and the soap she used from all the way across the room. She looked so squeaky clean, pushing her glasses up her nose and pulling the sheets up to her chin as she opened her phone.
“Now, remember,” the new club bunny said cheerfully. “I’m available for your freeuse at any time in the morning. Just wake me up and spread me. I promise I’ll go back to sleep again, you don’t have to worry about waking me up.”
“All right,” I said, irritated to feel my dick twitch at the vision of Polly reaching behind herself to spread her cheeks for me.
She popped in her Airbuds and began to watch a show, covering her snorts in the blankets.
I tried to go to sleep, but couldn’t. Now why exactly was there a woman in my damn room? Was I going senile? I had never done this even when I was a horny 22-year-old MC Prez and had my pick every night of the dozens of club hoes available to me. And now here I was lying here with a boner while a 42-year-old mother kicked her feet up across the room.
“Get over here,” I barked, loud enough for her to hear me over her show.
“What?”
“I don’t need you over there giggling and chortling all night. It’s time for bed, you need a good night’s sleep.”
“But—"
“Now get over here.”
There was a beat of silence, then a rustle of pajamas, and Polly was climbing into bed beside me, warm and soft and nice big ass, and this was a very bad idea, but her thighs were already splitting wide, and it was too much of a temptation not to bury myself in that wet and dripping pussy. . .
CHAPTER 7
Polly
Iexpected to feel a strange attachment to the things from my apartment—but I didn’t.
Most of them I donated. It was a fresh start at the clubhouse.
New life, new me. Now I was the freeuse property of an MC Prez and loving it. No responsibilities. No clocking in and out. I cooked when I wanted. I did not cook when I wasn’t in the mood. All I had to do was be available for sex.
And Abraham wanted sex alot.
But it totally removed the anxiety about looking a certain way for sex or even whether I was going to have an orgasm or not. Because when that thick dick went inside me, it must have some secret button to press, because I was going to squirt on demand no matter which position I was in.
“So how come there aren’t any more club girls?” I asked Fizz one day.
“Huh?” he asked, twisting a finger around in his ear.
“WHERE ARE THE OTHER CLUB GIRLS?”
“Ah, that’s a complicated question,” he said evasively.
“Oh, does Abraham have other women to. . .to service him?” I asked, surprised at the little flash of jealousy.
