Page 62 of Crow
CHAPTER11
“I guess allthose tits and asses don’t mean much to you anymore,” Benny said as he glanced up from the menu.
“He’s got them around the clock at the clubhouse,” Josh said. “I guess it becomes commonplace.”
“Eagle was into it, especially that blonde,” Benny said.
Josh closed the menu and leaned back against the cushion. “There were a lot of blonde dancers.”
“Houston,” Crow said. “He’s got a thing for her right now. Next club party, she’ll be a distant memory.” He picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip.
“It must be nice to have chicks ready to service you whenever you want. Fuck, that must be the life,” Benny said.
Crow quirked his lips. “It has its advantages.”
Josh laughed. “You’re not gonna tell us shit, are you?”
“Not much to tell. Fucking is fucking. It’s just that the club girls do it a lot.” Crow scanned the diner for the umpteenth time, making sure no one looked like they were itching for some trouble.
On any given Saturday night after the bars and clubs had closed, some drunken asswipes would try to mess with the bikers by showing them disrespect. Then those same jerks would always act so damn shocked after they’d lost a few teeth or broken a few bones from a Night Rebels’ fist.
“I liked the way Jenny danced.”
Crow shifted his eyes to Josh. “Did she give you a lap dance?”
A broad grin spread across his thin face. “Three of them. I was harder than hell. Do the women ever have sex with the dudes?”
“Not at the club. They’re done dancing for us if they do. What they do on their own time after they get off their shift is their business,” he replied.
“I bet some of them do. You can tell the ones who are there as professionals and the ones who are whores,” Benny said.
Crow laughed. “You’re so full of shit, dude. You can’t tell squat.”
“Well, I do know that the babe who gave me a bunch of dances was totally into me. If I’d suggested we hook up after she’d gotten off work, she wouldn’t have hesitated. And”—he smirked—“she wouldn’t have charged me a fucking cent.”
“Who was the dancer?” Crow asked.
“Venus.”
“Was she blonde?” Josh asked.
Benny shook his head. “Black hair with super-cool purple tips and triple D boobs.”
“Sorry to burst your exotic-dancer bubble, dude, but Venus is all into the money. She’s got an old man and two kids to support.”
Josh busted out laughing, and Benny glowered.
“No worries, though. The dancers at Lust are top of the line—they can make any guy believe he’s the most special one in the damn universe. That’s why the club’s packed every weekend,” Crow said.
“Are you guys ready?” The waitress looked over at Crow. “Did you have a good time tonight?”
“It was cool. How’s your mom?”
There was a tinge of sadness in Cherise’s smile. “Okay, for now. Thanks for asking.”
“I know that shit’s hard.”
“Yes, it is,” she said softly. Taking out a pad from the pocket of her uniform, she pulled off the pen cap with her teeth and looked at Benny. “What can I get you?”
