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Grayson
Theclubhouseisalittle quieter than usual. Less rowdy, what with the limit on how much we can drink. It’s a good call, because the guys go through blow and scotch like they have an endless fucking supply at their disposal, and aside from the coin we will save, it means the men will remain more focused and ready for action at the drop of a hat.
What has increased, especially out in the open, is the live porn.
Not that I’m complaining. I love to watch people fuck as much as the next guy, but it seems the men have traded numbing their brains with substances to pussy, and the scene before me wouldn’t normally have started up until at least after 10pm.
It’s only seven.
Titch, Beth and Gunner left ten minutes ago, headed to a local party where we are hoping Titch, who is going as his old self, Rory Titchwell, can make some new social contacts and find out if the Reapers have been recruiting, or if it’s just Adam they brought into their fold.
Everyone else is here in the main room, watching the action between Sasha, Rose, and our in-house ugly man, Doug.
The girls don’t care about his looks though, not with the horse dick he slings between his legs, his thick sausage fingers, and the longest fucking tongue I’ve ever seen.
Doug was made for women’s pleasure. That’s for sure.
The thing that has my undivided attention though, isn’t really the live porn, but the sexy blonde who is pretending to ignore what’s going on, as she wipes down the tables after the dinner rush.
She’s taking her time cleaning the surfaces. In fact, I think she’s wiped over the same spot about ten times, her eyes not on the table but on the way Rose is trying to stuff, yes stuff, Doug’s hard horse dick into her cunt.
It’s a sight, that’s for sure, and I just know that my princess must be absolutely dripping right now. I’m gonna fuck her so good later tonight. Let this live porn edge her until she’s fucking ravenous.
“Gray! In here!” Rocco bellows from the doorway of his office, and I frown at the anger etched across his face.
Fucking hell. What now?
Standing, I push my chair in under the table so Zoe doesn’t have to do it, and I head into his office where I find him taking his seat.
“Sup?” I ask from the doorway, and he gestures for me to enter with a two fingered wave.
Closing the door, I notice that he’s hardly touched the bottle of Jack which is sitting on his desk, and I take a seat.
“Alana needs to be punished for her hand in Zoe’s escape.” He states and I nod in agreement. “And Zoe has to do it.”
Instantly, my brows shoot high, and I shake my head. “Why?”
“She’s their new leader. And the Mama has to enforce the punishments for the Cruz Cunts.”
Fucking hell. He’s right about who is meant to enforce it, but Zoe?
Hell fucking no!
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Zoe’s not trained for that role. I’m pretty sure she’s sharing the responsibility with Rose, and well, all of them really.”
Rocco shrugs, not an ounce of sympathy in his expression. “Not my problem. They look up to her now. She’s their leader. She must dole out the punishments.”
“Can’t we just stick Alana in the hole for a few days? Or a week? I’m sure she’ll learn her lesson from that.”
“No,” Rocco snaps, glaring at me. “Should I be concerned about your loyalty now that you have the Miller girl riding your dick?”
“What?! No!” I snap, my fists balling where they rest on my thighs as anger at my old friend courses through me.
“Then stop fucking questioning me and call Zoe in here.”
Shaking my head, I try to think of another way, but Rocco huffs, lurching from his chair and storming to the office door, throwing it open.
“Zoe! Get in here!” he bellows, gaining everyone’s fucking attention.
