Page 57 of Property of Stone
Taryn groaned. “Flaps. Do I want to know how she got that name?”
She probably didn’t, but he’d tell her anyway. “Her lips flap. Both the ones on her face and the ones between her?—”
“Got it!” Taryn shouted over him.
Stone smothered his smirk. “Got that nickname honestly.”
“As did Swallow, right?”
“And Loosey, Windy, Juicy, and Slick.”
Taryn groaned as they continued down the hallway. “I’m sensing a theme,”
“If the name fits…ain’t that right?”
“Actually…” she started.
“Anyway, you need somethin’, you tell them to get it for you.”
“I thought they were only here for sex.”
“Nope. They’re here to serve and service us.”
“Like slaves?”
“Ain’t slaves.”
“But why do they stay?”
“Why wouldn’t they? They ain’t bein’ held against their fuckin’ will. They wanna leave, they know where the fuckin’ door is.”
“Do they bring you your pipe, a robe, and a bourbon when you walk through the door?” she asked jokingly.
“If I tell ‘em, they’ll bring me my pipe and a damn whiskey. And they’ll sit on my dick when I’m tokin’ and drinkin’, too.”
Taryn’s eyebrows almost hit her hairline. “How does one apply for this position?”
“Ain’t for you.”
“Oh, I wasn’t asking for me. I prefer to live in the current century, thank you very much.”
“Friend brings them to a party or somethin’ and they stay ‘cause they want the life.” Or to try to get their claws in a brother so they can become an ol’ lady.
“Do they live here?”
“Most, yeah.” The old school had so many rooms that everyone in the club, whether a patched member, a prospect, or even a club whore, could have a place to stay if they wanted. However, the prospects had to double up. So did the sweet butts.
Except for Slick. She’d been around the longest and was responsible for the rest of them. Kind of like a house mother. She made sure the sweet butts weren’t only sucking off the MC’s tit. If one of the sweet butts had a problem, they went to her first rather than annoying any of the brothers.
The best rooms were given to club officers, like Stone. It was one of the perks of being voted in to sit at thetable.
“Why do you keep a room here when you have a house close by?”
“Convenience.” And for those times he partied so fucking hard he couldn’t even swing a leg over his sled without hitting the dirt face-first. “Had all the classrooms turned into efficiencies and all twenty-eight are claimed.”
“Does every member live here?”
“Depends if they got an ol’ lady or a family. Most of them keep a room here but don’t live here full time.”
