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“Asked the same shit when I got back right after she started working here. Prez liked to have taken my head off questioning him. Told me I could do what I wanted and question who the fuck I wanted after the spot was mine. But until then, I was to listen, not fucking be heard. After the ass chewing, we sat down and cracked open a couple beers, then he told me, he and the others did what they thought best placing Sami in total control of the strip club. Well, of course with the backing of the MC.” Crusher took a swig of his beer and continued.

“What I know ain’t much, Sami and deputy pain in my ass moved here together. Sami worked at the diner and took classes over in Morrisville at the community college there. Got her degree in business and Stroker hired her to manage Soft Tail. Heard she started working and inside a week every stripper walked. Rock had been working and after his shift, he’d swung by the clubhouse to let them know. She walked in that day carrying those urine cups from the clinic, sat them down on the table and told the girls they were being piss tested and it was mandatory, and to be fair, she told them to take the test, or take a walk. Their choice. Syn, Babs, and Candie were the only three to stay. The woman had replacements the next day, fresh and young college students who needed cash for school. Then she told Stroker she wanted to hire her own guys to bounce, bartend, everything to do to with Soft Tail.” Crusher chuckled.

“Well, at least Prez didn’t let her do that? Tank was at the door when we came in, and Stem is behind the bar.” Black Hawk still held a presence in the club.

“She doesn't know they’re club,” Jag laughed.

“What?” No way the girl was that dense.

Flirt turned from watching the stage, “Only time they can’t wear their cuts, had to apply like normal folks and when they are here, no cuts.” I chuckled because it was surreal that she didn’t have a clue.

“No way does she not know her ass got played, seriously?” The brothers have been known to hand off bullshit.

Coast leaned back in his chair, “She doesn't hang around the club, the only time she’s been there was the night you fucked her.”

“Asshole, how much beer you drank, I just got back. I haven’t had time to fuck anybody. I don’t know the woman. Haven’t been here in almost five years.” Even as I said it I turned to look around for her, I needed a better look.

“Umm...the day we buried your dad, man,” Crusher whispered, I felt all their eyes on me.

“Kinda had a reason that day to let things go by without notice.” Devil nudged me.

The table went quiet after Devil’s words, and I was sure it was because Cutter’s death had entered our minds. Since my dad was never that far from my thoughts, my quietness was more to the fact of racking my memory for any reminder of the night with the little auburn haired woman. That time between the notification of Cutter’s death, then coming back to bury him was foggy on a good day. I’d just gone through the motions, so I supposed it wasn’t that big of a reach not to remember her, but for some reason not being able to remember bugged me, like I should recall everything about her.

However, I’d fucked so many women from the time I’d been fifteen on, that faces blended together. I couldn’t even recall the nurse’s face who I’d nailed in the hospital after I got back to the States and had to have therapy for my leg. But I at least remembered doing her or her doing me since she did all the work. The thought had me shifting in my chair and reaching to rearrange my package, which of course my brothers didn’t miss.

“Brother, you need to share what has that shit-eating grin on your face and you grabbing your dick.” When I focused back in, all eyes were on me. Hell, if I had to shift in my seat, I damn well was going to make them shift in theirs, assholes.

“Just thinking about one of my therapy sessions for my leg.” I chuckled at the looks I received.

“Goddamn, we didn’t even ask how your leg is? But I know that’s not what put the smirk on your face either.” Coast’s lifted brow was a ‘share motherfucker look.'

“Leg’s fine, limp a little if I get tired or been on it too long, but it doesn't slow me down none.” I picked my beer up and took a pull.

“Okay, great news. Now, the sharing of the other, ‘cause I know that look and when put together with dick arranging, means it involves pussy, so spill, asshole.”

We all laughed at Flirt’s get down to it attitude. “Just finished the workout on my leg and the exercises for my shoulder and showered off, placed the towel around my hips and entered the room where they give the deep tissue massages. The female nurse who was over that area came in, first time for her to work on me and not one of the others who worked under her. She went right to my thigh, pushing deep, working out the cramps that always follow the straining exercises the leg was already put through. I relaxed while her fingers pushed deep into my thigh but then she moved from my thigh to my dick, and then cupped my balls. I didn’t move. I just watched her so with her eyes on me, she stopped touching my dick and started unbuttoning the top part of her nurse’s getup, then the front snap of the bra released and big titties came busting out, she grabbed them, squeezed them hard and then pulled at her nipples.” I had my brothers’ full attention now.

“She lifted my towel, leaned over the table, placed my cock right in the middle of those babies and pushed them tight, wrapping my dick right up with them. Neither of us said a word, I started fucking those titties, but before I could blow my load, she pulled back and pulled a damn condom out of the pocket of her dress, which I should have known then it wasn’t her first time doing this, but not like I gave a shit.

“Bitch climbed the table, straddled me and slammed down on my dick so hard I thought the table was going to break. Rode my ass to completion, patted my chest after she climbed off me and said “thanks, soldier,” then walked out. Best damn therapy session, ever.”

“Sounds like she was just giving recovering soldiers a little moral support,” Jag chuckled.

“Yeah, until two weeks later when one of the guy’s ex-girlfriend came to pick him up and walked into the room he was in and caught Nurse Do-You-Good riding him cowgirl style.”

“Ah come on, did she lose her job over an ex-girlfriend? That’s fucked up.”

“Jag, she wasn’t his ex until after the eight-second ride.”

Me and the brothers laughed, drank more, and caught up on what we’d done while apart. Nothing matched the bond we shared, and I’d missed it.

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