Page 5 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Bodyguard

He looked us up and down. “The MC or just the, er, titty bar?”

Jesus. Titty bar? They weren’t even trying for a decent clientele.

“I might be interested in both,” I lied easily.

The guy gave me what would pass for a smile. “You ride?”

“Of course.”

He nodded. “What abouthim?” he pointed at Reynolds, a confused look on his face.

“What about him?” I added a little extra aggression to my tone.

“Just don’t look much like a biker, that’s all.”

I leaned forward. “Shut the fuck up, man. He’s sensitive. He knows he looks… not tough. Besides, he’s just here for the girls.”

The guy held his hands up. “I apologize. Hold on. Let me get Zeke. He’s our VP. Skeeter’s our prez, but he ain’t here right now.” He put a walkie talkie to his mouth. “Zeke, I got some decent prospects out here.”

“Be there in a minute,” a deep voice responded. “Getting sucked off.”

Charming.

The bouncer grinned. “Name’s Larry. We got some girls in the VIP room that give the best head you’ll ever get. They fuck good, too.”

It took everything in me not to look at Reynolds. I didn’t want to think about Nadine’s little sister fucking tons of bikers for the past five years. What a shitty life. “Name’s Stone. This here’s Killer.” I pointed to Reynolds, who turned and gave me wide eyes.

Larry snorted. “Killer, huh?”

I laughed. “Means lady killer. This guy has never met a pair of legs he couldn’t get between if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah? Well, now that I could see about him,” he grinned. “You know, we’ve got a peach of a girl onstage right now. Big tits,nice ass. She’s trying out to see if she could strip here. Maybe you could join the guys when they try out her pussy, too.”

Reynolds’ face turned beet red with rage. “Sounds good,” he said, his face grim.

Larry backed off. He seemed to suddenly think Reynolds might be a decent fighter after all. “Go on in and look around. I’ll tell Zeke to be on the lookout for y’all when he’s finished getting his cock sucked.”

My God, this was night and day from Sugar. Nico would have a heart attack and die if he could see the way they ran this place. He met all potential members in a bespoke suit and gave them a detailed tour of his and Carmen’s luxurious group of gentleman’s clubs. I could see why the girls called this town Shitty Wilkins after all. I shuddered to think that both of them could have ended up working here if Carmen hadn’t recruited Nadine to come to West Bay. That had started a chain of events that ended with her best friend, Jelly, moving there, too, and the rest was history, as they say.

I nodded and motioned for Reynolds to follow me. We walked in, and I immediately clocked that most of the guys had guns, several were doing hard drugs, and a lot of the girls looked strung out, too. Nadine was onstage dancing to “Nine to Five” by Dolly Parton and wearing some sort of skimpy office worker get up. It was fucking hot, but I looked away. I wasn’t going to stare at my best friend’s wife’s body.

Reynolds had zero reason to look away, and he quickly parked himself in the front row to watch her dance.

I looked around to make sure Jelly was safe. She was serving drinks wearing her all-black spy gear Nadine had insisted on. It wasn’t flashy or revealing, but the other women were wearing such skanky looking clothes, the guys seemed to like it for a change; something different.

I was busy casing the joint, looking for the best exit strategy, when a tall, bald Black guy came out of a room and approached me.

“What’s going on?” he asked me, arms crossed across his muscular chest. He looked a bit like DMX. “I’m Zeke. You looking to join Gray Bones?”

I nodded. “Maybe. My friend and I definitely want to join the strip club.” I jerked a thumb towards Reynolds. “I might be interested in the MC.”

He studied me. “We could use someone like you. You look tougher than most of our guys. And they’re tough. You from here?”

“Nah. DC. But I heard about this place. Thought I’d check it out.”

He rubbed his chin. “You like any of the girls?”

I turned around and did a cursory inspection. None of the women looked like Jessica Fletcher. “They’re alright.”