Page 53 of Taming the Bear
I get off the chair and stretch my back out so I’m at my full height. I begin to walk away as I’m talking to him. “I just wanted to make sure that you were on ball with me, is all. Anyways, I’ve got something interesting to take care of.”
“Hey, prez?” Flip calls out to me. I look at him closely. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think Smokey could have done it on his own. He’s not fucking smart enough to do that.”
“Yeah, man. I was thinking the same thing. Do you know something?”
Slice takes this opportunity to walk up to Chantal and Britney and wraps his arms around them both. Britney is loving it but Chantal turns rigid.
“Just an idea, prez. That’s all. You never know these days.”
Chantal
Have you ever been talking to someone that is telling you everything that you don’t want to hear but you still stay there? That’s me. Britney has been non stop talking about everything that revolves around Joe. A lot of it are things that I don’t know about.
“So, how do you feel about him fuckin’ half of the girls in the club and tryin’ out the new talent at the strip club?”
I choke on my beer that I’m currently drinking. “Excuse me?” I must have heard her wrong. There’s no way that she actually said that he’s fucking half of the strip club or club… Or whatever the fuck she said.
Britney tosses her hair back and points over to a group of girls that are resting on the wall. All of them are wearing clothes but those clothes are doing nothing to hide anything. I can see one woman’s breasts as they pop out of her tank top and another’s va-hoo-hoo.
“It’s not a big deal. A lot of presidents dabble with the help. It’s not like they want to wife them up or anything.”
I swallow the rest of the contents of my beer and choke it down. What the hell? “Oh, uh, that’s good.” I furrow my brows and try to think of something to say that would totally change the topic. Truth is, I’m not comfortable with hearing about all of the women that Joe has fucked before me.
Everything is just starting to wear down on me. The pressure from owing Big Sir money. Finding out who is trying to kill Joe. Getting the ever loving shit fucked out of me deliciously by Joe. Now worrying about whether or not I will be anything to him other than a piece of ass.
All of these thoughts are warring against each other in my mind and I’m trying to fight them away to just be here right now. I’m trying to not allow the what ifs to prevent me from experiencing something that I have never experienced before.
Obviously, I know that I’m just some piece of convenience ass to him but I was hoping… I don’t know. I was hoping that it was something more to him. I want him to want me as much as I want him. It sucks beyond belief that I want something more than him but then that conversation happened earlier today… Maybe it is possible…
However, I know myself and every time I see another girl around him, I’m going to wonder if he fucked them.
Britney must realize that she’s upset me because she takes my bottle out of my hand and sets it down on a nearby table. She places her hand on my shoulder and forces me to look her in the eye. I notice that she has a full face of freckles and pouty lips that make me jealous. Her eyes remind me of a china doll’s and I’m envious over how beautiful she is.
I fight the urge to straighten my hair out or even go back to the room to apply some lip gloss. Am I as pretty as she is? If what she’s saying is true, then that must mean that she and Joe hooked up. Right?
“Did you guys hook up?” I ask her and draw out the words that I’m saying. I want to know but then I don’t want to know at the same time. It’s a strange conundrum.
She looks at me through her beautiful eyes and then nods her head at me. “We did. A few times. It was nothing. It’s not as if he had me staying in his room or anything. Now, the other girls that are here, they would totally stab you in the neck to get him to wife them up.”
“Well, I guess I’m lucky I’m good in bed, aren’t I?” I didn’t mean to sound snarky but now I’m remembering why I prefer hacking over actual human contact. This is tiring and it’s starting to kill me a little.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I have such a big mouth! I didn’t mean to upset you or anything.”
I looked at her closely and saw that she was being sincere with her apology and it made me feel a little better. “No, I’m sorry for being a bitch. I’m new to all of this and I have no idea what to expect.”
Britney throws her arm over my shoulder and leads me into another room. My eyes adjust to the darkness of the room but I see we are in the stockroom. There’s cases upon cases of alcohol on the walls and then there’s bags of something else under it.
“Where are we?” I ask her as my eyes scan the room.
“This is the stockroom. It’s where we keep everything for the guys in here. They drink a lot and when they throw parties, we have to keep everything stocked up. You don’t have to really do any of that because you’re an old lady. But the ones that are not property patched, do.”
“Property patched?” I question her before I can even stop myself. I didn’t mean to sound so insecure but I’m nervous beyond belief. Should I tell her that I’m not with Joe? That I’m just his hired employee even though we’ve fucked a few times?
Britney almost looks bored as she tries to explain something so foreign to me. “Property patch means that you are in old lady and are accepted by the club. I’m not, neither is Val or Kate. But you could be.”
Feeling as if I’m way over my head with the amount of bull shit that she’s talking about, I ask to go back to Joe. “So, do you think we could go back? I want to hang out with everyone out there.”
She nods her head and then ushers me out of the stockroom. When I got out of the room, I fought the urge to run to Joe. I want to ask him if he has slept with all of these women. I want to know whether or not he even likes me.
