“You can’t drink a flower,” Stud countered. “You’re hurting his feelings.”
“The big wuss will survive. If I give him one, all the brothers will want one, too. That’ll leave me with zip, zilch, nada. So, I’m not sharing. At least until you buy me more beer, or I get paid.” She looked across the table to where Sex Piston was watching her and Stud argue back and forth.
“I can’t pay her until Friday. Besides, Crazy Bitch has a point. Why don’t you just buy more Millers?”
“I did,” he reluctantly admitted. “They drank it all.”
“See?” Crazy Bitch grabbed a handful of the popcorn she had popped at the beauty shop and brought to the clubhouse to share. “You need to start a factory like The Last Riders, or make the brothers start paying dues. Or, better yet, do what the other clubs do—get involved in illegal shit.”
“Like what?” Stud took a handful of popcorn.
“How about gun running?”
“Everybody in Kentucky has guns.”
“That’s the point. We could steal them and sell them to people in other states who don’t have them.”
“There’s a problem with that. Everyone in Kentucky knows how to use them. The brothers would be dodging lead if they tried breaking into anyone’s house to steal them.”
“That’s true.” She nibbled on the popcorn. “I came up with the idea. You’re the club president; you can fine tune it.”
“Fine tune what? Getting the brothers killed or landing them in jail?” he caustically replied, taking out his wallet and motioning for Bear. “Go on a beer run. Make sure you get a case of Miller Lite. Mark it with my name.”
She placed a hand over her chest as if she had been stabbed. “That hurt. I would share my beer with you.”
“I don’t drink Miller.” He didn’t react to her mocking exaggeration.
“I have an idea.” Sex Piston beamed as if she had solved the never-ending lack of club’s money.
“I hope it’s better than Crazy Bitch’s.” Killyama moved the popcorn closer to her. “I’d hate making money just for her to skip out on bail for breaking and entering.”
“It is.” Sex Piston excitedly slammed her beer down on the table. “Why don’t we pool our money together and invest in Penni’s invention. Lily said she’s looking for investors.”
“Count me out,” Killyama jeered. “I wouldn’t trust her with cooking, much less with my money.”
Crazy Bitch coughed out the popcorn kernel that had become lodged in her throat.
“What invention?” Stud turned toward Sex Piston, his interest piqued.
“I haven’t shown you yet. I was waiting for your birthday.”
“I agree with Killyama. Forget I said anything. I think dues are the way to go.” Finally able to talk, she tried to close the discussion before another dick was hurt.
“What kind of investment is it?”
Crazy Bitch’s shoulders slumped at Stud’s refusal to change the subject. She tried to wiggle her eyebrows at Sex Piston. Either she didn’t see or didn’t care.
“It’s a sex toy.”
“And you haven’t let me use it on you yet?”
Her heart fluttered at the sensuous smile Stud gave Sex Piston. Damn, where was Calder when she needed him? Then she remembered he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow night. The longer he was away, the sexier Stud was looking to her.
“It’s for men,” Sex Piston explained.
“Really?” His interest racked up another notch. “We can ask your parents if the kids can stay with them tomorrow night, and we can see if it’s worth investing in.”
The conservation was going from bad to worse. Drumming her fingers on the table, she tried to think of a way to save Stud’s dick without breaking her promise to Calder about what happened to his.
Inspiration struck.
“Do you really want your kids to know you’re making money off a sex toy?”
“It doesn’t bother Willa. She’s rich as fuck from a condom company.”
Crazy Bitch shot Killyama a dirty look at that revelation.
“Don’t forget the one she gave us was a prototype. You know Penni. I wouldn’t use it until she gets feedback from the others she gave it to.”
Sex Piston waved her suggestion away. “She only gave them to us. She texted me the other day, asking how the men liked it. I told her we hadn’t tried it yet. If my parents keep the kids, we can give her all the feedback she wants.”
“I haven’t used the one she gave me.” Killyama snorted. “I’m not letting any contraption of hers near Train’s dick.”
“It’s just a fucking vibrator. You’re both acting like it’s a drill. We have four kids who need their college educations paid for. If that vibrator is any good, you better believe me, we’ll be investing. Isn’t that right, Stud?”
When Crazy Bitch turned her eyes toward him at Sex Piston’s question, she saw that he had been watching her own expression.
“I think we should wait until Penni gets at least a couple reviews.”