Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Lala stops by and Rooster asks her for two cups of coffee.
Once she’s gone, I lean in toward Rooster. “If he wants to pretend he doesn’t have history with Stella, that’s fine and dandy, but he shouldn’t expect the rest of us to forget.”
He sighs. “Go easy on him. I think distancing himself has more to do with not wanting to rub Lilly’s face in his past.”
I open my mouth to spit out something quippy, then stop. Isn’t that the same thing I was worried about with bringing Margot around the club? Fuck. A random bunny or two is a lot different than having a well-known porn star as your ex. “Lilly’s made of strong stuff. She doesn’t give a fuck about Stella.”
“Yeah, I know but,” he pulls a disgusted face, “if we start letting her reach out to him instead of running interference, that’s a shitty thing to do to Lilly.” He takes a sip of coffee. “Not that Shelby loves when Stella calls me.” He shrugs. “But I don’t have history with her.”
“Hot or not, I straight up just don’t like Stella. Shelby’s right, she’s condescending as fuck.”
“You don’t have to like her,” he says, using his patient tone. “Just help me deal with the web stuff.”
I’m not done listing my complaints. “Every time she asks me to ‘star’ in her ‘biker series,’” I cover my crotch with both hands, “my dick wants to crawl up inside my body and hide.”
“Same, brother.” He rolls his lip in disgust and sets his cup down. “Jesus Christ, could you imagine if we allowed Stella to film a fucking gang bang here…or had a wrap party for it at the clubhouse. How fucking awkward would that be?” He turns on his stool slightly, surveying the room. “She’d try to fuck everyone here just to make sure Z got an eyeful.”
“Probably.” I glance over my shoulder at Grip and Brew over by the pool table, actually using it for its intended purpose for once. “A good portion of our brothers would do it in a heartbeat too.”
Rooster stops and glances over his shoulder, then turns back to me. “Maybe it’s for the wrong reasons, but I’m glad Z backed me on this. If she wants to film her little fuckfest safely, she needs to vet all of those applications thoroughly, find a suitable location—where she won’t risk getting arrested—set up insurance, staff enough professional bodyguards…”
“Fuck, yeah. Otherwise she’ll end up with bouncers who are trying to take a turn instead of controlling the crowd.” I take that one further. “Or they won’t be paying attention to make sure no one hurts her or does more than they agreed to.”
“Right. How many times have we seen guys at Crystal Ball think a lap dance means the girls are down to fuck outside the club? Jesus Christ, she needs security guys when she’s doing one or two guys now.”
I snort-laugh into my coffee. “And who the fuck’s she going to hire to entertain all these guys while they’re waiting in line?”
“Exactly. All those logistical details will cost a fortune.”
I slap his chest with the back of my hand. “Look at you all lawyerly and shit.”
“It’s not lawyerly. It’s common sense.” He sighs. “I think it would alienate her current subscribers too.”
“Or she might get a lot of free advertising for her site if that story went viral.”
He shrugs. “She’d get an uptick in looky-loos checking it out for the shock value, but they won’t stick around. It would damage her brand more than help it.” He gestures toward the chapel and then to the rest of the clubhouse. “We’re a bunch of dirty bikers who’ve hosted some questionable parties, and even we thought it was disgusting.”
“Shit.” I shake my head. “Priest already hates our porn business. Could you imagine how hard National would come down on us if that made it into the news and Lost Kings were attached?”
“Right, because if she does it the wrong way—doesn’t vet all the guys thoroughly, or films it in the wrong place, it could be a huge liability. At best it ends up being an STI super-spreader event, at worst, multiple lawsuits and bad publicity for the entire organization.”
“Uh, worst case would be she adds a random serial killer to the guest list and get murdered,” I point out.
“Jesus Christ,” He groans. “You’re right. Out of a hundred people who sign up for something like that, odds are high one or more of them are psychos.”
“Well, it’s done now.”
“Exactly. We voted it down. Hustler’s going to give her the news.” He rubs his hands together briskly like he washing off the entire filthy discussion. “Done. I just hope the other girls don’t start coming up with ideas like this next.”
A hand clamps down on my shoulder and yanks me sideways. I glance behind me and find Z. He grabs Rooster and yoinks him closer too. “Are you still talking about this?” he asks.