The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 3 (MC Chronicles #3) (23 page)

“I’m not technically an old lady yet,” I justify because it’s true.

The knowing grin of Gunz’s presents itself again, with his sucker anchored at the corner of his mouth. “Binnnkk,” he drawls amused. “You know the rules, Baby Doll, if Big claimed you, then you’re his. It don’t matter what you say. And didn’t you just call him your old man twenty minutes ago?”

Shit! He’s right! I hate it when he’s right.

“Fine,” I huff. “Just don’t do anything to Deke.”

“I wasn’t gonna. If anyone was to do anything, it would be Big. And seein’ as though I don’t think Big sees past you half the time, I don’t think he’s noticed Deke’s affections. ‘Cause if he had, Deke woulda been in a whole lotta hurt a long while ago.”

Shit! He’s right again. And there answers that question I’d been wondering. Big is oblivious to Deke’s feelings for me, which I don’t think are so much feelings as they are familiarity and friendship. I don’t think Deke loves me that way. I just think he is fond of me because we have a friendship. He doesn’t know me well enough to love me. Trust me, he couldn’t handle all this. I’m a big bag of crazy. And if you’re sittin’ there reading all this, you are too. So, yeah, we’re two peas in a pod, you and me. Now own that shit!

Not wanting to give Gunz any dues for being right, I take a step forward, place my hands on his shoulders, and prop up on my tippy toes to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He kisses my cheek back. I step away and go into the clubhouse, to join in all the ruckus and spend time with my family.

Runner approaches me as I waddle my sore ass to the couch.” Have you called Beth?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I drop onto the couch with a hmph. Runner tactlessly drops beside me and throws an arm over my shoulder, acting like we’re buddies. We’re not.

“Can I help you?” I ask with attitude, as I shove off his arm and thrust it back into his lap.

“I haven’t spoken to Beth,” he sounds worried.

I turn my head to face him. “And that’s my problem, why?”

“I just thought she might have talked to you and told you why.”

“She might just think you’re a douchebag. We all do,” Jezebel cuts in, pulling up a chair and sitting in it backwards.

Runner sneers her way, “Listen—” he snaps in that tone that tells me he is going to go off the hinges and say some shit he doesn’t mean or does mean but wouldn’t normally say. I slap my hand onto his knee to shut him up and keep him from continuing. It works.

“No, you listen,” I demand, gathering his attention. “Beth likes you. I don’t fuckin’ know why. And I don’t care. If she hasn’t talked to you, it’s for good reason. So don’t come in here asking me about your love life when I have enough shit on my plate right now…”

I sigh, and lower my attitude. “Look, I like Beth a lot. She’s a nice girl. You picked a good one. But don’t yank her damn chain. If you wanna talk to her, don’t ask me about it. Go to her house, and ask her yourself. I’m tired, Runner, and I don’t have time to deal with your attitude. So take it elsewhere.”

Runner’s face seems to relax at my admission, and he nicely pats my hand that’s still on his leg. I remove it and rest it on my large belly.

“Thanks, Bink,” he smiles happily and gets up, finally leaving me alone.

Debbie and Pixie find their way over to the couch and sit down beside me. “So what was all that about?” Debbie asks, pointing to Runner getting another beer from the bar with his phone plastered to his ear.

“Beth troubles,” Jezebel answers snidely.

“I think she’s either avoiding his calls or busy. Either way, he’s hooked big time, and she’s holding all the fuckin’ cards,” I explain, grinning at the thought.

Debbie makes an impressed whistle.

Runner’s having to chase a chick. It’s about damn time he doesn’t just get fast, easy, and free pussy. This time he’s gotta work for it. Good for Beth.

If you learn only one thing in life, learn to hold all the cards. Don’t give in to a man, stand your ground, and for fuck’s sake, keep him beggin’ for more. Okay, so that’s more than one thing— sue me. Let’s face it, fast, easy, and free pussy ain’t the shit that’s gonna last. It’s what gets a man through the day before he moves on to the next loosey-goosey bitch. Don’t like my crassness? Then suck it up, buttercup. This is the real world, and the fact is, men will fuck almost anything with a pussy. So be the owner of a pussy that makes a man beg for more. And no, it’s not about the way you fuck. It’s how you work what ya got, the whole package, looks, personality, and everything in between. Know your worth. Beth’s a virgin, and she’s obviously got Runner wrapped around her finger. She probably doesn’t even know it. I’m just happy she’s giving Runner a run for his money. Karma has been served. Hallelujah.

Dixie and Candy Cane pull up some chairs and join our expanding group of old ladies as the men drink to oblivion. We sit around and shoot the shit, talking about baby stuff, when the club whores are going to arrive, you know, basic female chatter.

Viper approaches a bit later and sets a bottle of water in my lap. “Don’t get dehydrated,” he orders with a wink and heads back to join his brothers in some drinking game at one of the high-top tables.

I don’t have the want nor the energy to participate in any of the partying tonight. I’m enjoying my time sitting with my Sacred Sisters and taking a load off. It feels nice and normal. And that’s just what I need right now.

Once the sun has fallen from the sky, the whores start to roll in by the carload. Niki doesn’t waste any time when she struts her sexy self in a pair of red stilettos and daisy duke shorts across the room to Gunz. He’s busy playing pool with Mickey, as Gypsy leans against a wall and watches, drinking his bottle of beer. He must sense me eyeing him because he turns his head, smiles my direction, and lifts his beer in greeting. I lift my bottle of water and return a friendly smile.

“So which of you wants to stay and watch the men fuck the whores?” Jezebel asks, taking a sip of her jack and coke.

“I’m about ready to check on the boys again,” Debbie explains.

“Yeah,” Pixie stretches her arms above her head. “I don’t think I’ll stay and watch,” she says, standing up from the couch.

“I’ll walk with you,” Debbie comments as she too gets off the couch to stand next to Pix.

“Sounds good to me,” Pix replies.

Both Pixie and Debbie say their goodbyes to us and head off to say goodnight to their men so they can go home. They’re the lightweights tonight. Oh well.

“Bet Deke’s got both my kids asleep by now,” Jez remarks.

I’m not sure if she’s talking to me or herself; she seems a little out of it. Pretty sure she’s downed at least ten drinks so far tonight. Surprised she’s not stupid drunk or stumbling about. I know from experience the bitch can hold her liquor.

“Does that mean you wanna stay and watch the whores get fucked?” I tease, chuckling at her, amused. My lips quirk in a sassy grin.

Jez’s face contorts as she severely scowls and points a wobbly finger at me. “No, bitch, I don’t wanna watch all these trampy whores fuck for free,” she declares with flippant attitude. Then she moves the finger that’s pointed at me and begins to drunkenly point at each whore individually.

“That bitch has no ass. I mean, what kinda chick wears shorts like that with no ass? It makes her ass look even flatter,” she comments, her finger pointed at some newer whore who’s wearing black knit shorts, that like Jez said, make her flat ass look even flatter. She is pretty though, flat ass excluded.

“And what about her?” her finger wildly swings to one of the blonde triplets that are always here for a good time. This one’s hanging on Viper’s arm at the bar, clinging to his every word like he’s the smartest man alive, as she rubs herself against him suggestively.

“That fugly bitch has gotta give up and stop tryin’ to be something she ain’t. I’m sorry, but most chicks can’t rock the blonde hair like you,” Jez turns her head, jerks her chin at me, and pivots back to watch the blonde.

Now that was a high-paid compliment from her, even if she is drunk. I’ll take it.

“God, just look at her rubbin’ those nasty tits all over Viper like they’re a fuckin’ sponge and she’s waxin’ his arm…She should be waxin’ his pole,” she states like it’s the most normal thing in the world to say, and I bust out laughing. So does Candy Cane and Dixie who seem to be enjoying Jez’s whore critiquing. I can’t believe she just fucking said that aloud. Waxing his pole! I’m never gonna forget that one!

My laughter simmers down and so does the other sisters, which seems to go unnoticed as Jez continues to obsessively watch the blonde triplet on Viper’s arm, assessing the whores every move.

A grunt echoes across the music filled room. I turn my head to see Bulk shaking his head as he approaches. He stops next to Jez and peers down at her as he places his beefy hand on her shoulder. “Are you causin’ trouble?” he asks.

“No,” she slaps his hand away, offended, and his hand drops to his side. “I’m bein’ myself.”

“Which means you’re causin’ trouble,” he replies, smiling down at her with such adoration. My stomach gets a little gooey at the sight. They’re too damn cute of a couple.

Jez sticks her tongue out at him and scrunches her nose, annoyed, “Well if that’s the rule, then I suppose I am causin’ problems. I can’t help it if these whores don’t know how to work it.”

With a big smile, Bulk bends down and kisses his woman on the cheek and then on her lips. “Nobody can work it like you, babe,” he kisses her once more before he saunters away leaving us ‘awwing’ his sweetness. Even Jez who doesn’t handle sweet
very well seems affected.

“You got a sweet old man,” Candy Cane states, taking the words right out of my mouth.

“He’s even sweeter when he fucks me in the ass,” Jezebel replies deadpan.

Oh my fuck, I can’t believe she just said that too! Let me tell ya, this woman is a handful.

Pursing my lips so I don’t bust up laughing, I glance at Candy Cane whose face is beet red as she tries to reign in her own laughter. A small chuckle slips from Dixie. I take a deep breath through my nose to calm myself, or I’m going to laugh so hard I’ll probably pee myself. Damn, I love my sisters. Even the wild and sometimes crazy ones.

“So,” Jez drawls in her southern voice. “Do ya think I should give any of these whores some advice? Ya know, from one ex-hooker to a whore who’s givin’ it away for free?” She looks to us in all seriousness truly asking our opinion, as she wiggles her finger about, gesturing to the vastness of the club whores here tonight.

There is a lot of them. Not sure why though, considering most of the old men are ignoring them since old ladies are present. I’m not living under a rock. I know they get their eyeful of tits and ass when it’s just the brothers around. Right now, most of them are busy doing other things. Some of the whores seem to enjoy just being in their presence and watching them engage in their man-time.

“Jez, honey, I don’t think they need any more help. I’ve seen some of these girls, and they’re trash. Other’s like Niki aren’t. Ya can’t fix the trashy ones, honey. And those who aren’t will be old ladies sooner or later, just like me.” Dixie rubs her teal t-shirt covered belly, cementing her explanation.

I can see where she’s coming from. There are a lot of trashy whores that come and go from the clubhouse. I’ve watched them filter in and out for years. Some of which are regulars while others just drop by to feed their fuck-a-bad-boy quota. Even the ones who are classier are probably not gonna end up old ladies. Dixie’s the rare exception to the rule. Sorry to say it, but it’s the sad truth. Men aren’t fond of making an old lady out of a woman who all of his brothers have fucked. It’s common sense. I might not like that logic, but I get it. It makes perfect sense to me. I know I wouldn’t wanna date someone each of my Sacred Sisters had banged. Would you?

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Jezebel comments and stands from her chair. She wobbles a bit once she gets to her feet, and places her hand on the back of her chair to steady herself.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” she lifts her near empty glass to show us before heading to the bar swaying unsteadily each step of the way.

“Somebody needs to cut her off,” Dixie comments casting her eyes in Jez’s direction.

“Not me,” I blurt quickly, shaking my head.

Telling Jez to do anything she doesn’t want to do is like asking to have your ass handed to you. I know she’s my sister and she wouldn’t hurt me, but she’s feisty and that mixed with alcohol is a disaster waiting to happen. Even if she can hold her liquor better than most, it doesn’t decrease her I-don’t-give-a-fuck-what-you-say attitude. If anything it increases it.