Page 59 of The Taste

“Steel and his team are solid, but yes, fine.” Colt waved his hand at Lyle’s suggestion dismissively.

“Speaking of, have there been any more Demonios run-ins?” Jared asked.

Ash tilted his head. “Steel’s on it. And our hot piggy friend.”

Jared grunted and threw Colt a look. Colt gritted his teeth back. “Yeah, I know. They are circling, but they won’t fucking touch us, brother.”

And everyone heard that promise, and the grit behind it. Colt would protect each of them with his life, he would stop at nothing for any of the brothers at the table. When Colt said something like that, they knew it was true. Phantom knew, Colt had his back 100%.

“Well, I say we vote women can be members and fuck the rest of the MCs and the gangs or whoever want to raise hell about it,” Ash jumped right in.

Colt looked around the table.

“What about the sweetbutts? They don’t get to be members? Who cooks and cleans and who do we fuck?” Lyle asked.

Rita rolled her eyes. “Here’s a revolutionary idea, Lyle, you cook and clean yourself and you actually have to be nice enough to a lady to get inside her pants… you know, build up enough of a connection for them to want to go anywhere near you-”

“Fuck that, that’s not the MC way,” Lyle sneered.

Rita set her jaw. “It shouldn’t be the case that any woman who likes motorcycles and wanting the lifestyle and protection and family of the MC has to pay for it with sex, and no say. Why can’t there be a place for a woman, like there is a man, if they are down and out? Why should it be that a woman has to fall back on sex to pick up the pieces?”

“Or, if a woman wants to come for sex, with those that are unattached, let her come for sex, it shouldn’t be the case that she has to cook and clean, too,” April said.

Colt nodded, Jared puffed out his cheeks. Ash gave her a thumbs up.

“The sweetbutts can’t be members. To be a member, you have to have a bike, that’s the fundamental point of an MC, right, we ride?” Jared reasoned. “So we could still have sweetbutts, for sex, we also have maids, for cleaning and shit, we could have female members, who ride.”

People nodded around the table. Jared shrugged modestly.

“Right, we vote in female members, actual proper members who ride bikes, we hire a chef, we hire maids. This place was a hotel, it’s all set up to be staffed like one. We pay them wages, they are employees,” April suggested. “If a woman wants to join the MC, she can, if she wants to sleep with rough and ready bikers, she can, but not as a member, if she wants to work, she can-”

“I bet you’ll get a lot of girls wanting to be maids who would have been sweetbutts.” Jared scratched his beard thoughtfully.

Rita looked at him like he had sprouted two heads.

“Yeah, if we can afford it, that could work.” Ash nodded. “Then sex isn’t the currency.”

“Exactly.” April nodded. “You can have the maids, you can have the strippers, but no whores hanging around as women of the club. Women have a place in the club if they want to ride, if they want to fuck, if they want to work… it’s more segmented, more clear…”

“We pay for security right now, with Steel and his crew, it’s kind of the same.”

“Yeah, Ash’s idea was a good one, none of us have to hang around watching the gates and we get professionals on it. Works out well, could work out, too, for the housekeeping,” Colt said.

“What about the current sweetbutts?”

“They stay for now, this is their home…”

“Can we get a decent chef? Who will do dairy free stuff? And gluten free, not just burgers and fries all day, every day. I’m thinking grilled fish, gnocchi, tofu salad…” Rita threw in.

“Okay, all in favor, women in the club as riding members, we pay for housekeeping?” Colt put it to the table.

“Aye,” Ash said.

“Aye,” Jared echoed.

“Yep, Aye.” Rafe nodded.

All eyes went to Phantom. He raised his chin up. “Hmm,” he said. That was a yes from him.

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