Page 2 of Always Was Mine
I get out to the main area and see a few girls dancing on one of our six pool tables naked. Before the night is over, those two will be eating each other’s pussy while they get pounded from behind by Scraper and Jagger.
I sit down on the barstool next to Penny who is sitting naked. One of theclub rules for our partiesis the women come naked if they want to be a hole we can use. Why bother ruining the fun having to take off their fuckin’ clothes. I run my hand along her leg and move it towards her pussy, flicking at her clit.
“God, that feels good,” she breathes out. I insert a finger, causing her to gasp. “Fuck, Hangman.”
“Let’s go,” I say, not moving my hand from her wet cunt.
I move over to one of the other pool tables, interrupting a game being played by a few brothers and lay her down.
“Spread.”
She does as I demand and spreads her legs wide. Penny is known for having a loose cunt, so I go directly for her ass while fisting her pussy. She flinches slightly but doesn’t resist. “Good girl,” I mutter.
As I thrust harder into her she tries reaching for my hair. “Rage,” I call, he knows what to do.
Taking her arms and holding them in place he slightly moves her to the side, so he can join in on the fun, shoving his cock down her throat. Bitch loves this shit. She’s already coming all over my hand. She gags a few times but forces herself to relax and he fucks her throat, hard and deep.
I feel my balls harden and I pull out quickly, ripping the condom off and letting my spunk fly all over her. Rage finishes in her mouth and we move away. “Clean that shit up and get gone. You’re done for tonight,” I tell her,walking back to the bar for another drink.
Tori
I know Carson got home last night, because word around town this morning was that the party last night was epic. Every time there is a party, my heart sinks because I know what he’s doing. Every time he comes home smelling of another woman, or tries to kiss me before washing his face, smelling like another woman’s vagina, I cry inside. I refused to kiss him once and he backhanded me so hard I saw stars.
Probably bad on my part, moving onto my first love’s brother. But things just happened. Megan, Trevor’s mother, sunk into such a depression when he died, she was always more quiet, timid, wanting the best for her son, and was happy he was with me and not part of the club, but his death brought out her evil side. Something I didn’t want anything to do with. I saw how she treated the other Old Ladies around town. I was civil of course, polite to her, but I never went out of my way to talk with her or invite her over. She didn’t even blink when I ended up with Trevor’s brother. I never much liked or cared for him while I was with Trevor, but the day Trev died was the day Carson changed towards me.
We were each other’s rock through the funeral. Became friends, shared stories with each other about Trevor, all of it. Carson was sweet, kind, made an effort. Mostly he was acting the way Trevor used to act with me. I’m not sure what it was, but once the marriage licence was signed, it was like a switch. The Carson I always heard about from Trevor, came out, the sweet and caring man that I grew to love, was gone.
I knew when I signed on to be his Old Lady that I didn’t have a say in the club life, the girls, any of it. I never thought about him cheating on me, but I learned quickly it was the way it was going to be, and that was that. While, I thought I could look past all that, now, I can’t. I never should have agreed to be his woman. Not when I was madly in love with his brother. The brother I gave my everything to, the man I loved more than anything. But he was dead and I needed to move on.
I love Carson, but I just don’t know how I can stay married to him anymore. Since I knew Carson is probably sleeping off the latest whore and hangover, I decided to drive to my lawyer’s office to finish the paperwork for divorce.
Carson has no idea I’m doing this. And I hope to god he doesn’t find out before I can finish this. If he found out beforehand, he would kill me. It wouldn’t be the first time someone in the club killed off their old lady for doing that. Well, I can’t say for sure if the club killed her, but when I saw the news about the woman murdered and who she was. I knew she was an Old Lady to one of the members, didn’t take much to figure out it was obviously the club. Especially considering her property ink was cut off her. I never did get my piece, Carson told me my skin was too beautiful to ink, instead he gave me a collar with his name on it and told me I was to wear it whenever I was out of the house. The only place I didn’t wear it was when I was teaching.
I walk into the office and go right to the back room, knocking. “Come in,” Patterson shouts through the door. I was going to ask my cousin Lilly’s dad to help me with this, but I didn’t want anything to happen to him. I don’t want anything to happen to Patterson either, but if I got my cousin’s dad killed by my husband, it would be on my hands. I didn’t want that. Patterson has dealings with the club often, I know it’s where he gets his blow from, so I won’t feel so bad if something happens to him. At first, Patterson said no way he was taking my case, but since I had pictures of him in my husband’s strip club and spa, Patterson was quick to change his mind. He obviously doesn’t want his wife to find out. What he doesn’t know is that I’ve made copies, and the second the divorce is final, I’m still sending them to his her.
“Hey, is everything almost done?” I ask.
“Yes, but now I need to ask. Are you sure? Because once this gets delivered, there is no going back.”
I nod, tears filling my eyes. “Yes. I can’t turn a blind eye anymore,” I confirm, looking down.
I found out two weeks ago that Carson got one of the club girls pregnant a few years after we were married. The worst part is that the little girl is in my classroom this year. Having to look at her, the product of my husband’s unfaithfulness, every day is just something I can’t do anymore. I know it isn’t Emily’s fault, but every time I look at her face, I see his betrayals, every single one. She has his same dark blue eyes, his dimpled chin, as well as his cheek dimples. Staring in her face is like looking at a female version of Carson. She is a permanent reminder that my husband doesn’t truly love me, not in the way he should, or the way I had hoped.
“Okay, you need to sign here, and then we will get this sent out to the clubhouse within the hour,” he informs me, passing me his pen to sign.
I sign and without a word, handing over the envelope of pictures I promised him, and get up to leave.
“Any idea of how long it will take?” I ask him.
“Depends on him, if you had been separated already, it could take less than four months. Most jurisdictions require a minimum of one year separation, followed by a speedy divorce, but here, if he doesn’t sign by the end of the year, the courts will automatically grant you the divorce.”
I nod. “He’ll probably prolong it then.” So, a year, that’s how long I have to hide out and wait.
“Yes. We both know what kind of man he is, he’s not going to just let this go.”
“Thank you for your time,” I say and leave for my rental car. I knew there was a possibility of Carson putting a tracking device on my phone and car. I was able to get a new phone and rental car using the cash I took out of the bank the other day, most places wouldn’t have rented to me with cash only, but Vinny, my cousin Lilly’s husband called the company himself, and they were more than happy to rent to me - so Carson couldn’t trace me this way.
I grab my new cell and send Gavin a text.“It’s done, are you sure you want to come with me?” – T
