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Some of club sluts entered, sounding like a flock of screeching birds and drew his eyes to the door. There sure was no innocence left in those bitches. They were there to set up before the old ladies and brothers showed up for the monthly barbecue. They didn’t have to help but life was made easier for them in the club, especially with the old ladies, if they did. It wasn’t as if they had anything else going on in their lives to distract them. They knew how to flaunt themselves and were easy pickings for a drunk brother. Shorts and skirts showing the bottom of asses, tits pushed up and big hair were the norm with these sluts. Trashy, every last one of them. Ideal for a quick fuck. Some had been around a while, others only a couple of months.
He liked the newer ones, they were always enthusiastic and put in maximum effort to please the brothers. They zeroed in on Nicole very quickly. He knew these bitches got territorial with new arrivals, they were sizing up the competition. What they didn’t seem to get was that the brothers couldn’t care less. As long as pussy was available they were happy, who provided it made very little difference. Sure, some had favourites or club sluts they used regularly but they never bothered if another brother got there first or if the slut left altogether. It was as if the sluts had a collective agreement to ignore what was blatantly going on around them. They always thought they would be the one who was different, the exception to the rule. Pathetic.
“Who the fuck are you?” Helen yelled towards Nicole, leading the pack.
He wasn’t surprised that Helen would start the games after seeing Nicole alone in the same room as him. She liked to think she was head bitch, the ring leader of this group of tramps. She always sucked up to the old ladies but never noticed the eye rolls and sneers sent her way as soon as her back was turned, not that they were particularly friendly to her face either. The old ladies tolerated club sluts because they are part of the lifestyle they’ve accepted, they do the dirty cleaning and shit the old ladies don’t want to, plus, they keep the single brothers and any guests happy.
He watched Nicole turn from what she was doing. He was shocked she showed no outward signs of being intimidated or surprised by their appearance as there were ten bitches giving her death stares.
Keeping a completely blank face she simply answered, “Collateral.”
He couldn’t take his eyes off the scene, the difference between Nicole and the sluts was very apparent. Even though Nicole was showing plenty of skin, she out-classed these bitches by miles and they knew it too.
“Well, it’ll be nice having you do the grunt work for us, we’re due a break. Just remember, what we say goes!”
He saw Helen pushing out her chest with her hands on her hips. It was her piss poor attempt at intimidating Nicole. Problem was Nicole’s tits were bigger, fuller and more perky without a bra than Helen’s were with, and all she was doing was drawing his attention to the fact. Nicole stayed silent while her eyes scanned over Helen looking unimpressed. Duke was about to stand and step up for Nicole but at the last second stopped himself. He wouldn’t always be around to deal with these sluts, she needed to learn how to handle them on her own. He knew he needn’t have worried when he heard her response.
“I’m sorry, who’s old lady are you?” It seemed a polite, simple question, yet it tore through the group like the lash of a whip.
Helens face froze with a look of disdain and shock that she was having no effect on Nicole. A smug feeling swelled in his chest and he could admit that he was damn proud of her so far. He quickly realised that she must have spent time with another MC, she knew the hierarchy and that these bitches had no power over her. His cock twitched seeing a devious twinkle in her eye. She was enjoying seeing Helen struggle. Fuck she was hot.
“Listen here, Collateral….”
“You do realise my name isn’t actually Collateral don’t you?” Nicole interrupted. Duke couldn’t help the deep chuckle that escaped him.
Helen swung round after hearing him, only now noticing that he was in the bar and watching this scene unfold. Turning beet red she sputtered at Nicole, “I’d watch my back if I was you, bitch!”
“I don’t mean to be condescending – that means talking down to you – but you really shouldn’t make threats when you can’t do anything to back it up.” Nicole was either a seriously tough bitch or she could put up one hell of a front.
“I can back it up alright! You just wait, you whore!” The screechy voice made his ears ring.
“Whore? That’s rich coming from a woman who spreads her legs to whoever happens to make eye contact with her first. But as you obviously didn’t understand what I just said, I’ll explain slowly. I’m collateral, the club owns me for the time being, so, unless you get permission from a brother or an old lady to kick my ass….. You. Can’t. Touch. Me.” The self satisfied smile that graced her beautiful face made his cock weep.
Almost shaking with fury, Helen flipped off Nicole, spun around and huffed off towards the kitchen with her posse in tow. Round one went to Nicole. Duke collected his papers together, put them in the safe in the office and returned to the bar. There were other things he could be doing but he was drawn back there. Leaning against the bar, Nicole glanced his way. He heard her breath hitch, she was trying to seem unaffected, letting her long hair fall forward and block his view of her face, however, her flushed chest gave her away. Duke felt his smugness grow and was even more turned on, if that were possible, knowing he affected her too. He wondered if she was wet and imagining him storming around behind the bar and taking her against the fridges, like he was. He stored that fantasy away and promised his dick he’d make it happen soon. For now he needed to look into those fucking stunning green eyes again. It was time to find out more about this bitch.
