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A knock sounds at my apartment door and I go to answer it, coming face-to-face with Jordan. She’s not a new girl, she’s been around about a few months now. Belonging to only Rage. Thinking of Rage has me jealous, I want him, but can’t have him, no matter what he says.
I want a man to be loyal to me and only me. And that just won’t happen with Rage. I smile at Jordan, letting her in. the woman is a mute, something the boys at the club house love.
She hears, she just doesn’t talk.
“Are you okay?” I ask her and she nods, pulling out her phone to reply to me.
“I’m nervous about tonight,” she types.
I smile at her. “So am I, but it will be fine, we’re strong women and we can handle anything they throw at us.”
“This will be the first time I’m with someone besides Rage,” she types out, I give her a small smile, the woman seriously thought that Rage would claim her at some point, but I’ve heard that Rage calls her Butterface. Not sure if Jordan has heard that yet, but if she had I’d doubt she’d be so into Rage.
“I have a feeling I’m going to be with Rage tonight, you know that man is like a dog with a bone, wants something he can’t have. And tonight, I can’t say no.” Club rules and all that.
Jordan frowns and tears glisten in her eyes. Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything. But she’s going to know soon enough tonight when she sees him firsthand.
“The guys will take care of you, get someone like Wiz, Decker or even Manic, those three are amazing men that treat women with respect.” They are the only ones that don’t like people watching them fuck, I should know because they made sure the cameras were all off when they had me in the back room at the strip club.
Jordan nods and waits for me to finish getting ready, I don’t know why I bothered so hard with what I’m wearing because I know as soon as I get to the club, they will make me undress. I guess I shouldn’t complain so much about the Untamed MC. It’s better than being with Killer and Trinity. I’d be dead if I had stayed where I was.
I look around my apartment to make sure I have everything I need; it isn’t small, the club really does take care of its girls, and smile. A place to call my own. I don’t even have to pay rent, any cash I earn I put it into savings. The men give us an allowance for clothing and own the building we live in. I have to say I have more savings now working for this club than I ever have.
If only I could leave this all behind one day and make a life for myself, but I know that’s just not in the cards for me. Not when I’m basically owned by this club. Hangman told me when he picked me up that I wouldn’t be going back to my life. Ever. I was now Untamed property until the day I died. I was scared at first but now that I’ve been here for over a year now, it’s nothing like I thought it would be.
“I’m ready, let me lock up and we can go.” The girls and I are all carpooling to the club, the guys don’t like a bunch of cages, non-bikes, on the property so we carpool in a big bus that fits us all. As the leader of the group, they have to wait for me to get on before they can.
It’s not a position I wanted but I was good at it, and Hangman and Rage both saw that I was like a mother hen with these women and put me in charge. I take care of getting them tested, on birth control, even plan b and the occasional abortions.
Hangman and Rage both got club girls knocked up in the past and that’s something they don’t want happening again. Especially since it was a recent scare with another bitch trying to say she was pregnant to trap Gunner. But she should have known he can’t be trapped. Gunner gave her money for an abortion and when I went to take her to the clinic, she confessed she was never pregnant.
I knew she was no good when she rocked up to the club house looking to join. I had eyes on her and she was catty, the cattiest of the bunch. I have a good set of girls now though, with my takeover of them I got rid of the ones that were only in it to hopefully get an old man one day. But bikers don’t make old ladies out of club whores.
The girls now don’t have stars in their eyes for the men in the club, if anything a few have steady boyfriends that are okay with how they earn their cash. They think of this as a job, nothing more. Except Jordan, who is clearly head-over-heels for Rage.
Tonight, that will change, I’m sure. Especially since he already warned me that he was coming for me. I’ve dodged him enough and he’s done waiting.