Saviour: A Devil's Spawn MC Novel (Savior Book 3) by Natasha Thomas Read Free Book Online Page A

work one night when she catapulted off the wing chair in my living room so fast I thought her thong was on fire.
    “Bitch, I just had the best fucking idea.”
     
    She’s looking at me like I should be as excited as she is without actually knowing what the hell she’s talking about. Rolling my eyes I ask sarcastically,
    “And what would this great idea be Oh great one?”
     
    Flipping me the bird Lou throws herself back into the chair wagging her finger at me.
    “Now, now Miss I-need-to-get-laid-like-yesterday, no need to be like that.” Rolling my eyes again not because she’s crass, but because she’s right I miss the pillow Lou launches from her spot in the chair, and it hits me in the dead centre of my chest. “I was at Kitty Kat’s the other night picking up my very inebriated, horny as fuck husband and got to thinking, wouldn’t it be awesome if we had moves like those sluts at the club. I’m not saying I’d strut my ass around in public in one of those stupid fucking get ups they wear, but it would be nice to put on a show for Billy once and a while.”
     
    Only Lou would be okay with picking her man up from a strip club. The mind boggles at how she manages not to go all jealous she-beast when those women are rubbing up on her husband all the time. It’s hard enough for me, and I’m not even with Tank having to see half naked women rubbing their tits up and down his arms.
    “There’s no reason you can’t learn how to do it you know. It takes practice, but if you’ve got someone to teach you the basics it pretty easy. I took classes doing it when I was going to school in Boulder at one of the local gyms. It was hard fucking work, but I liked the workout it gave me.”
     
    Jumping up clapping her hands Lou looks about to burst with excitement to the point that I’d swear she has ADD. If I didn’t know this was just her personality I’d tell Steel to go get her tested, possibly consider medicating her.
    “Are you fucking serious? That’s awesome. I’m sure if we asked Colin would let us put in a few poles and you could run the classes. I know the chicks at work would sign up in a minute.”
     
    The idea does have merit. And God knows I can use the extra money running classes at the gym would bring in.
    “If you ask Colin, and he covers the installation of the poles, advertising for sign ups, plus you get enough women to make it worthwhile I’ll run the classes.”
     
    Lou did exactly that thus ‘Poles for fitness’ was born two and a half years ago. I still run classes twice a week for an hour and a half each, with ten women per class, and every spot filled it’s netted me a nice little nest egg for when Tilly goes off to college. Colin has been more than generous paying me fifty percent of the profits after he covered the costs of installing the poles of course.
     
    Back to my current dilemma… Kitty Kat’s being owned by the MC makes it is safe for me to come and go as I please no matter how late it is. The same can’t be said for other venues however. Whatever day of the week, if I’m there for an hour or five one of the brothers is always around to make sure everything runs smoothly, that there aren’t any altercations. The women that work there don’t make the brothers lives easy, if they could spell ‘altercation’ it would be their middle names. All of them.
     
    I’m well aware that I’m not unattractive, and when I’m at Kitty Kat’s it’s been brought to my attention, often (much to my disgust), that my looks would make me a perfect candidate for a full-service worker. That’s a nice way of saying I should look into a career as a hooker. By the way, those comments come from the other girls working there not the clientele, and it’s even sadder that the comments about me prostituting myself don’t bother me anymore. Obviously it’s like anything else though, if people say it often enough you eventually become immune to it.
     
    My waist length platinum blonde