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RIGGER
“This is the most genius idea you’ve ever had.” Lucky points to the building of our newest business venture, then at the sign showing a pin-up style woman sitting on top of a barrel. She has a wooden honey dipper in her hand, dripping honey onto her ample cleavage. Under her legs and across the barrel is a sign that readsThe Honey Pot Ranch. “The Honey Pot Ranch? Brilliant.”
“Doesn’t look like much from the outside, but just you wait until you see the inside.” I take the keys out of my pocket and open the parlor door. “This is where the guests can have a drink, watch a girl dance, and where they’ll pick their date for the night.”
All nine ranking members of the Sons of Erebus file into the parlor. None of them have seen the place until now, and I watch them closely for their reactions. Since I’m the one who convinced the club to dump a bunch of cash into this brothel, it’s my ass on the line.
There’s a seating area right when you walk in, with a large gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling and two tufted leather sofas with a coffee table separating them where menus are stacked. And I’m not talking a food menu. This one is a laundry list of sex and kink for clients to order from.
The walls are painted a deep green, and framed paintings of nude women are hung in groupings. Beyond that is a black walnut bar lined with tall barstools in front of illuminated liquor shelves, with a stripper pole and a small dance stage in the corner.
“This is where the girls will line up when we have a guest. They’ll pick their date and what kind of experience they want, and then the lady will escort them to their party,” I say.
“How many women will work at a time?” Cyrus asks.
“We can accommodate twenty-two at a time, but we’re starting out with eighteen.”
He whistles. “And how much are they charging?”
“They’re independent contractors, so they set their own price, but generally, they can bring in anywhere from a grand to twenty Gs per party, depending on what the guest wants.”
“So, like, a blowjob costs a thousand, and crazy monkey sex with five girls costs twenty?” Riot asks.
“No. A massage will cost a grand, and a night of BDSM will cost twenty. Give or take.” I shrug. “Crazy monkey sex with five girls would be more like fifty.”
“No shit?” Riot tucks his hands in his pockets.
“No shit,” I agree, pleased that even our resident insufferable asshole is impressed.
“What happens after they pick their girl?” Cyrus asks.
“They choose their room from the list of themes.”
“Themes?” Mustang asks.
“There’s a nature room with a hot tub that looks like a pond with plants everywhere. It’s also for voyeurs because two walls are glass, and anyone can look in.”
Lucky pounds on his chest like a gorilla. “That’s where the crazy monkey sex with five girls will happen.”
“There’s a classroom for naughty schoolgirl fantasies, an office with a built-in cam under the desk plugged into a TV on the wall so the girl can diddle herself while she ‘works’ and the guest watches.” I tick the rest on my fingers. “A galaxy room for guests with an alien fetish, a regular bedroom for guests who just want to pretend they have a girlfriend for the night, a BDSM room, a room with a functioning kitchen for a little food play, and even one with a pedicure station for those foot fetish weirdos.”
“I like feet,” Dutch says with a shrug.
I smirk. “Well, none of the rooms are for you, so don’t get excited.”
“Can we see?” Lucky asks.
“Explore away. The residential suites are on the east side, and the experience rooms are on the west. Between the two are the kitchen, dining room, spa, workout room, and clinic.” I point in all directions. “Oh, and outside, there’s the pool and hot tub.”
“Can I move in?” Lucky asks.
“In your fuckin’ dreams.” I laugh at the puppy dog eyes he sends me.
The door to the dining room opens, and Mary, the ranch’s Madam, walks in. The older woman is wrinkled with thinning, short gray hair that she teases into a helmet on her head. She’s never without a full face of makeup, and I’ve never seen her in anything but a pantsuit with a tight, lacy top.
“Do you have a minute before my girls arrive, Rigger?” she asks.
“Of course.”
