“So, to become a member you have to have sex with six of the members?”
Natasha shook her head. “Not any six. If that was the case, I would have been a member months ago. No you have to fuck a particular six. Eight men, original members that began the club, you have to get six of those eight, or you can’t be a member. You can hang around and get laid as much as you want, but you can’t know shit about the club. After I get my last vote, I can get my tattoo.” She said as if it was a sought after trophy.
“Tattoo?
“Yes.” Natasha pointed at the other women’s tattoos. Each, from what Beth could tell, was the club emblem with a date. Each date was different, placed on various parts of the body, but Beth noticed most were placed on the curve of their breasts.
”It’s the date we get the last vote.”
Beth literally wanted to be sick. How could these women be so brazen about something that seemed so sexist to her?
Evie looked directly into Beth’s eyes. “Don’t misunderstand Beth. No one here; or the other women at the house, are forced to do anything they don’t want.”
“Hell no!!” The other’s chimed in agreement.
“The men don’t go looking for women to lure in or bring in. All of them seek a way in, either from an acquaintance in the club, or requesting it from a member. They all want the freedom and excitement of belonging to the club. They don’t do young. Look around the table, we are all well over the age of twenty-one, know what we like sexually, and get it as much as we want it. If we don’t, they leave us the hell alone. But the sex with the heads of the club is about trust. Trust that the new member being brought in is loyal to the club, the whole club. You find out a lot about a person when you have sex with that person.”
“Yeah, it’s also hard to betray a person whose cock is your best friend.” Jewell snickered.
“Who are the orginal members?” Beth knew she didn’t want to know the answer, but wanted her worst fear confirmed.
“I shouldn’t tell you this, it’s none of you’re business and I hope you won’t repeat it to anyone. Knox and Rider, as you’ve already been told. Viper as the leader, you could figure out, but I will tell you, Razer is one,” Evie said regretfully, aware the knowledge would sting. “To keep you from wondering, neither Bliss nor Natasha have Razer’s vote. Yet.”
Beth forced herself to remain expressionless. Razer had fucked most of the women at the table; in fact the only two who he hadn’t was Natasha and Bliss. Beth looked at Bliss, not able to keep herself from wondering how many votes she had acquired.
As if reading her mind, Bliss said “I only have two votes. I haven’t been here long.” This meant she was eager for additional votes, one of which was Razer’s.
“Well good-luck.” Beth didn’t know what else to say, turning to Natasha, repeating her words.
“Thanks. I am hoping they won’t make me wait long. I have been around the club for a couple years because of my cousin. They respected my cousin who wanted me to wait until I was older. When I turned twenty-one, she gave the go ahead.” Natasha replied.
Confused, Beth questioned, “Sam isn’t twenty-one.”
“No she’s not, she’s twenty. But she doesn’t care if she’s a member, she just wants the cock. The men didn’t have anything to do with her for a long time. Sam became friendly with Ivy when we went to town and Ivy invited her to one of our parties. Ditched her when she got her foot in the door,” Evie answered her question. Beth could tell from the other’s vibes they were putting out that the women didn’t like Sam. Ivy sat quietly staring into her drink.
“Not to put another woman down, but she was all over the guys. Jeez, she can’t keep her hands out of their pants.” Beth knew she was telling the truth. Sam had already cut a swatch through the men in town before the bikers had shown up in Treepoint.
“Let’s quit talking about that bitch and dance. She will ruin my mood.” Evie grabbed Beth’s hand. “Dance with me.”
Beth found herself dragged onto the floor with the rest of the women following. No one besides them was in the bar. Mick wasn’t even paying attention to them, he was watching a game on the overhead television while the waitress was stocking the bar.
The girls moved and gyrated to the music. Beth just felt ridiculous standing on the lighted floor, moving back and forth on her feet. She had never learned to dance the way they moved. Beth was about to find an excuse to go back to the table when the door opened and she froze in place.
The men from the club filed into the bar, swamping the bar with their boisterous voices. The women on the floor squealed in joy. Several of the girls left to latch on to a member. Evie just kept dancing with Beth as if nothing had happened.
“I thought you said no men.”
“Didn’t know until this afternoon. I knew if you found out you wouldn’t come. I wanted you to come. Don’t be mad.”