“No way.” Beth started to put the clothes back in the bag, but Evie’s face as she handed them to her had her hesitating. She bit her lip, not knowing what to do. Beth didn’t want to hurt Evie’s feelings, but she certainly couldn’t wear the clothes.
“Damn it.” With an aggravated sigh, Beth put the clothes on, then nervously turned to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. The blue jean skirt barely covered her ass. But it did cover it, Beth assured herself. The skirt had black leather patches that matched the top. The top was what had Beth blushing. It was a black leather vest that covered her breasts but left her breastbone completely bare. It had no buttons, just a metal clasp that formed a circle just above her belly button. Critically, Beth stared at herself. It was certainly form fitting and the leather clung lovingly to the full curves of her breasts, but they weren’t exposed. What was exposed was her midriff and tummy by the skirt riding low on her hips.
It exposed less than a swimsuit and it would look more conservative than what Beth remembered some of the girls wearing. A sharp knock on the door startled her out of her argument with herself about grabbing a t-shirt and jeans.
“Let’s go, I’m hungry.”
Beth opened the door and Razer’s reaction settled the argument. At least she knew he appreciated the way she looked. Lust was plain as day on his face.
“I am ready,” Beth said nervously, smoothing the skirt down.
“Yes you are.” Razer nodded his head and started to reach for her.
“Uh no; you said you were hungry and so am I. My lunch was interrupted and now I’m starved.”
“Baby, I can satisfy that hunger right after I satisfy…”
Beth shook her head laughing at him.
“Alright then, but you are going to make it up to me later,” Razer warned.
“Don’t I always?” Beth joked. She grew serious as a quick look passed over Razer’s face, but was gone before she could decipher it. Thinking she imagined it, Beth snuggled against him as he placed an arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the bedroom.
Beth moved forward, but Razer held her still while he turned and locked the bedroom door with a key he pulled from his pocket. He had never locked his bedroom door before.
“Friday night the beds run short; want to make sure mine is empty when I want it.” Nervousness filled her at his reminder of the activities that the members would become involved in as the night progressed. Before she could run back in her room and change clothes, Razer turned her towards the stairs.
The party was in full swing. Beth looked around, realizing that several people were there that she did not recognize. A pretty redhead was leaning against Knox at the kitchen counter.
“Going to go check on the steaks,” Razer said, releasing her as they both spotted Evie and Jewell making a huge salad.
“I’ll help Evie and Jewell.” Razer snagged a beer from the cooler sitting on the table before going outside.
Evie gave Beth a bright smile as she approached the counter.
“You look great!”
Beth smiled at her eager expression, happy that she had made the decision to wear the clothes.
“You look fabulous,” she complimented in return. Evie was wearing black leather bootie shorts and a leather corset that laced up the top; but it was the thigh high leather boots that place her in the hot category. She looked sexy and confident, with her dark brown hair loose and flowing around her sultry face. Evie stood out among the women swarming the room.
Evie noticed Beth’s glances and explained. “Friday nights the club allows members to bring in hang-arounds.”
“Hang-arounds?”
“Women or men that want to hang around the club to party or fuck. If we like them and they are interested, they can become a probate. “
“If they don’t?”
“Then they are like Sam, they stay for the sex or leave because it’s not for them. We don’t take many probates, only one or two a year.”
“Are they always female?” Beth stared at one particular woman who was already sitting on Rider’s lap, grinding herself against him.
Evie laughed. “I brought Knox in, but he was military, stationed where I was at. All the guys are ex-military and knew each other in the service. That’s why they trust each other so much.”
Beth nodded, remembering Razer’s tattoo. Reaching for the celery and picking up a knife, she began cutting it and placing it in the salad bowl that they were working on to feed the huge crowd.
“Don’t the female members get jealous with the new women here on Fridays?” Beth didn’t know how they managed to keep their feelings separate.
Evie and Jewell shared a glance. “No, if we did, we wouldn’t last long, we wouldn’t have become members. We are a motorcycle club that enjoys sexual freedom. We don’t do that by putting restraints on each other.”
Jewell sighed and laid down the lettuce she was shredding. “What she is trying to tell you without freaking you out is that we enjoy the new bitches too. It’s hot as hell to watch them get fucked senseless, even join in if we want. Hell girl, these guys can go all night, there’s plenty for everyone.”