Page 83 of Jake's Angel

“You mean whore stories,” Sadie corrects.

“Why do you call me, Bug?” Avery asks, completely off topic.

Caleb’s eyes soften. He kisses Liz, then walks around the bar, giving Avery a kiss on the top of her head. “Because it’s the nickname your mama gave you. When you came home from the hospital, you were swaddled tight in a red blanket with black polka dots. Maggie said you looked like a cute little lovebug. The name sort of stuck.” He gives the other two girls a kiss, then heads toward the front door. “I’m heading over to the clubhouse to whip those boys in shape and make sure they have everything ready. You girls better hurry and get down there before they tear into the food without you.”

“You tell those assholes if they touch anything before Sadie gets her plate, they’ll answer to me,” Liz hollers back. “Which means you’ll be dealing with them for me.”

Caleb laughs, opening the door he shouts over his shoulder, “Noted.”

“I don’t know why everyone is so worried about my reaction to the women in the clubhouse. If they’re anything like Drea, I’ve seen enough to understand,” Avery snaps. The hint of jealousy in her tone doesn’t go unnoticed, though it’s not warranted. There’s nothing between me and Drea. She’s not the one I got off on my lap and can’t stop thinking about. Though it’s not something I can’t address with this particular audience.

“I overheard Blake telling Austin that Gabe is going to make the girls behave tonight, at least until 10:00 p.m.,” Jayde smirks over her drink at me. “The curfew’s not the only thing that’s got her panties in a twist. She doesn’t seem to like the fact Avery is getting everyone’s attention.” I glare back at the little pot stirring brat.

“Hell, she probably thinks they brought me here to steal her job. I mean, I’ve already been offered a chance to audition to be a stripper or a club whore. Oh, and let’s not forget the lessons offered on how toplease these men.” The way Avery mocks Drea’s voice leaves something to be desired, but it’s enough to make Sadie spit her drink. I, however, am not amused.

At all.

“Dammit, Aves!” Sadie chastises while wiping her drink from her chin.

Avery continues the conversation, her eyes bouncing from me to her friends.

“Liz already told me about this last night. A sweet butt or a hang-around are girls who help with chores. They cook, clean, take care of the rooms and the clubhouse and whatever errands need to be run. Anything from a domestic point of view for the club as a whole,” Avery states.

“And although some of these men have wives, or ol’ ladies—isn’t that what you call them?” Her innocence shows in herquestion, almost as if she’s afraid to offend anyone. She’s genuinely curious and trying to understand the people around her.

Liz nods, smiling behind her jar of tea.

“Yes, but they take care of their families, and anything other club family members may need,” Sadie answers.

“So, the sweet butts and whores take care of the men while their wives and ol’ ladies take care of the families?Fuck that!”She snaps.

“No, not exactly.Mostof the men in the club who are married or have ol’ ladies don’t hang out as much at the club without them. The whores don’t approach them without permission. And their activities are kept discreet.”

“You mean the men cheat on their wives with them?” Avery sounds angry.

“We don’t discuss what other people do in their relationships. There’s a reason for the curfew. We’ll leave it at that,” Liz says, tight-lipped. Not hiding her disdain for the goings on of some members.

“The sweet butts clean up after parties and social gatherings. They keep the clubhouse, the guys’ rooms, and the kitchen stocked and clean.” Jayde offers a simple explanation. “Hang-arounds are exactly what they sound like. People who come when the club opens the party to others. Guys and girls who are friends of the club or are trying to hook-up with someone from the club. Some come for the free booze and entertainment.”

“Ok, so the guys are pigs and don’t clean up after themselves, so the sweet butts do it. And hang-arounds are people looking to be part of the club or fuck someone in the club after they’ve had their fill of mooching off the free shit at the party. Is that right?”

“Yes.” The women all answer in unison.

“Why?”

“The sweet butts do whatever they can to help the club because they love the family and want to land a bad boy with a bike of their own. They want to be his only bitch for life,” Jayde says sweetly. “The club whores are exactly that, whores. They like to fuck and the get free room and board for their services.” Her tone takes on a more aggravated tone.

Sadie further explains. “They wear skimpy clothes, if any at all, and prance around servicing any of the brother’s sexual needs anywhere they ask them to. They don’t get paid, so they aren’t paid prostitutes, but they get to share a room at the clubhouse free of rent and they’re taken care of by the club.”

“So, the sweet butts are maids looking to get hitched, and the whores are sexual pets who are fed and boarded for sexual favors. I think I get it now.” That earns a loud hoot from Liz.

“Can we fucking go now? Get your asses into the cage. Pres is waiting for us. You too Liz.” My words come out a little rougher than necessary, but I need a fucking drink to tamp down my frustrations before this party gets into full swing. As much as they’re complaining about the women who will be here tonight, they have no clue about the other side of that coin. I have a feeling I’m going to be on watch dog duty, keeping all the men away from these three and their sexy ass outfits tonight.

We make our way to the SUV, then it’s a short ride to the clubhouse parking lot. The girls and Liz all pile out of the vehicle, and I escort Avery through the front doors. I see her stiffen and put my hand on her lower back as I guide her. She doesn’t lean into my touch, but she doesn’t pull away either.

“Most people will be out back at the barbecue and bonfire pit a little later. If you need anything or want to leave early, tell one of the guys in a cut and they will find me.” I lead Avery in through the front with my hand still firmly planted on her lower back and out the sliding doors to the yard.

“You look beautiful, baby girl!” Gabe shouts as he’s walking up to us from across the patio with a beer in his hand. He grabs Avery into a hug and kisses her on the forehead. I watch as she stiffens further, but then allows herself to relax into the hug. She’s still not too sure about him, but she’s trying. I have to give her credit for that, because I’m sure this shit isn’t easy for either of them.

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