Page 89 of Being Lost

Salem wanders over and joins us. Taking the makings of a joint out of his pocket, he starts to roll one up. I see Patsy flinch in case he questions her about earlier, but I know he’s not going to do that. Anything he wants to know, he’ll ask me later in private. Instead, he raises his chin at Dan.

“You did some good work getting the hangar ready,” he acknowledges. “Got more done than I expected.”

“When are you planning on moving the custom work here?” I ask.

“Need to get some more equipment set up, then we’re good to go. Next week, perhaps?”

“How d’ya feel about taking on an apprentice?” I nod at Dan.

Salem eyes him carefully, his sharp eyes causing the young man to squirm. “Dan? Sure.”

A bark of laughter interrupts us, as I turn, I too join in huffing a laugh. Smoker’s beard, for once out of its braided confines hangs like a shaggy untamed bush. He’s put some kind of grease in his hair as well, making him look unwashed. His top is torn and stretches tightly across what I notice is a scrawny chest. I hadn’t noticed how much weight he’s lost recently, which probably explains why Bones’ jeans hang low and heavy on him, clearly needing that piece of rope that serves as a belt to hold them up.

Niran, minus his cut, is in a crisp white button-up shirt which contrasts blindingly against the dark brown of his skin.

“For fuck’s sake, don’t spill chili down that.”

Niran shows his middle finger to Blaze, as I turn my attention to Reboot. Yeah, he’s scrubbed up clean enough too. Just two citizen friends out for a meal, nothing to make them stand out.

With back slaps and calls of ‘go find shit out’, they leave. Already I’m eager for them to return so I can see what they uncover. I hate this, too many question marks and too few full stops.

The evening progresses like most others in the clubhouse. Okay, so luckily it’s not every day Kink passes leading his naked chick, crawling on all fours, back to his room, but often enough that it doesn’t raise eyebrows. Well, except for the woman sitting opposite me, but her expression is one of amusement and not trepidation. The girls come out to play, Pearl again demonstrating her skill on the pole while Cindy disappears with Dusty, and Tits sinks to her knees in front of Bones. Eva, I remember, has custody of her kid this weekend, so she won’t be here.

I’d half expected Patsy to want to escape upstairs, but when I ask if she plays pool, then finding out she’s never tried, I offer to teach her, and she accepts. She seems to be learning to avert her eyes at tableaus she doesn’t want to look at, though I do catch her sneaking the odd glimpse at Tits’ head bobbing up and down on the treasurer’s lap. It’s not with disgust, I notice, hiding my grin, but with interest.

I show her how to hold the cue stick, and how to sink a ball. She hits a few simple ones, jumping up and down on the spot when a ball goes into a pocket. Then the remaining balls aren’t at all well placed, and she needs help.

Moving behind her, I lean over, my chest over her back, covering her hands with mine and positioning her so she’s got a chance of doing this right, and taking the opportunity to whisper into her ear.

“You ever given head, babe?”

She squeals and I wince as the tip of the cue goes into the felt, but luckily doesn’t tear it.

“Is that a yes or a no?” I chuckle.

“No,” she hisses firmly back.

“No, you haven’t? Or no you don’t want to? Give me a clue here, babe.”

She turns and licks her fucking lips. “No, I’ve never tried it.”

Damn. “Jeez.” I reach down, needing to inch my cock over a bit to give it some space. Patsy’s eyes are watching my action.

“Um…”

“Fuck, woman.” I pull her into my arms. “You see what you do to me?” I take her hand, placing it over my throbbing appendage.

“We’re in public, Lost.”

“Don’t fuckin’ care,” I respond, almost laughing out loud taking into account what’s going on around.

“Well I’m not getting on my knees here,” she tells me, primly.

I, of course, read what she’s left unsaid. That she will when we get upstairs.

My intention had been to wait until Niran, Reboot and Smoker returned, anxious to hear what, if anything, they might have found out. Now I’m torn. I’ve a woman, not just any woman, but Patsy, all but offering to suck my cock. Do I act like the MC prez and wait for my men to return? Or say fuck it, quite literally in this case?

I’m so engrossed in the options vying for top position in my head, I totally miss the opening of the clubhouse door until my name is shouted.

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