The Thunder Wolves MC - Petal (Book #12)

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Finch

Walking the floor, it was my job to make sure none of the girls had issues with guys being too handsy. However, tonight, my attention was slightly split between doing what I was supposed to and watching her on the stage. She went by the name Amber when she was working. Her real name was Petal. To me, she was nothing but forbidden fruit. The girls were off-limits to us guys. Rooster, president of this chapter of The Thunder Wolves MC and the night club owner, was not known for his lenience on this rule. He was a firm believer the girls were here to work, not w***e around with the members of the MC. He doesn’t hire the girls at the nightclub for that. If any of us guys want an easy lay, the MC keeps girls around specifically for that. Thus making the girls at the nightclub off-limits. So, if any of us guys wanted to be allowed to make the money we make working security at the night clubs for Rooster, we followed that rule. Now, that's not to say there haven’t been a few guys that have slipped up. Those guys are forever removed from being allowed to work at nightclubs or moved to other shifts, at the very least. Our other options if we want to continue to have a guaranteed job are to work at the autobody shop or a bar. Neither of which pays the same. Could you still make enough to pay your bills? Sure, but for those of us who have to care for more than just ourselves, that wouldn’t be enough money coming in.

For me, I had my little girl to think about. She was nearing five years old, and her interests were not getting any cheaper. So I needed this job. With that in mind, that didn’t change the fact Petal had my attention from day one, three months ago, when she started working at the nightclub. Since Hanna, I haven’t felt so attracted to a woman. That's not to say I haven’t been with others. I just haven’t felt like I wanted more than to sleep with them and move on. Petal had my d**k standing at full attention simply by walking into the room and had me wanting to have my way with her. Yet, at the same time, she had my brain wondering what she was like outside the club. But like I said, she was off limits, so I would never find out. At least as long as she still worked at the nightclub, and I wanted to keep my job.

A loud commotion drew my full attention to a small group of guys. None of the girls were near the group, so I didn’t move in their direction. Two of the guys seemed to be having a slight disagreement, nothing more. Whatever the disagreement was, they seemed to get themselves under control quickly, and everything calmed back down. Still, I made a mental note to keep track of the group for the rest of their stay. A few minutes later, one of the guys walked away from the group and sat near the stage where Amber was dancing. The rest of the group took up residents at a nearby table, ordering drinks and lap dances from some of the other girls. None of this was out of the ordinary for any other paying customer. Neither was the one guy who had separated himself from the group, obviously paying for and requesting a private dance. Though I can’t say, I was happy to see who the guy motioned to when asked who he wanted a private dance from. Not that I was ever happy to see anyone request a private dance with her. I know it shouldn’t bother me. She wasn’t mine. She was off limits, and this was her job. She had every right to refuse the dance if she wanted to, and from what I could tell, she had no reason to refuse the dance.

To my surprise, a good ten minutes later, one of the girls, Kitty, returned to the guy with his money. Amber had refused the private dance. Something that rarely happens, especially since it looked like the guy was paying more than average for the dance. Moving closer to where the guy was sitting and talking to Kitty, who was returning his money, I kept an eye on him. Taking his money back after a bit of going back and forth with Kitty, the guy stood up from his seat and stormed off. He made his way over to his friends and said something to them before continuing out the front door and leaving the club. All but one of his friends waved him off. The other got up and followed him out.

The rest of the night went by slowly. Nothing interesting happening. The couple of guys from the one group that had stayed didn’t even cause any more of a commotion as they spent the rest of the night enjoying themselves. Overall, it was one of those nights I found myself wishing something would happen simply to make things more interesting. At the very least make the night go by faster. When it was finally time to leave, I was so relieved and ready to go. All that was on my mind was getting home.