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but she didn’t have a choice. So in order to stay safe, she had adapted. She had
joined the club as a probate, the guys all knew and so far had kept their distance.
Sometimes when she walked by one, getting a little close, they smiled at her and then
looked around as if someone was watching them. Not like she wanted to fuck every
one of them but she was starting to get a complex, since she expected once it was
announced that she was open, the demands on her would grow. Freedom had been curious
about it, but she didn’t want to ask. She didn't want to draw unnecessary attention
to her.
As she approached the bar, Rock, who was on duty today, he grinned and pointed to
the table where the older guys were sitting.
“They coppin' a feel again?” Rock laughed.
“Course they are, wouldn’t be a day unless Pill copped a feel.” Free laughed.
“Feeling more at home around here I see, I guess being a Bitch is working out for
you,” Rock said easily as he filled her order. She was waitressing early and then
set to dance later. Another thing she had gotten used to, dancing for the guys.
Shady and Treat had given her lessons over the last few weeks, and since she had sucked
so badly the first day they trained her, they still had only allowed her to waitress
until now. Tonight was the first time she was allowed back on stage.
The only thing that had finally convinced them to let her back on the stage was the
fact she had been making good money on lap dances. The local men had taken a liking
to her, especially the frat boys. They had even asked when she was gonna strip, which
was why she was getting a second chance.
Freedom had also gotten a better idea of the way things were around here. Though
she still didn’t know everything, Shady and the girls had explained things in more
detail after they heard she was a probate. After the third time seeing people having
sex in one of the back rooms, she finally stopped cringing when she saw the naked
bodies.
The Bitches were the women of the club. None of them were old ladies to any of the
men, they didn’t seem to want to be either; however, they did fuck anyone they wanted
and never apologized for liking it. Freedom didn’t get it, but she didn’t have to.
Basically, they were female biker bitches that didn’t go to church, but still had
influence. Old ladies weren’t allowed at the strip club, but she had seen them around
town and been introduced. Free had been trying to fit in, but she hadn’t really had
to try. When Creed told Shady that she was a probate, the woman had been ecstatic.
“She is my Bitch in Training, so leave her alone, pretty soon she will be able to
put you on your ass.” Shady laughed from behind her. Freedom turned and looked at
the woman who had become her best friend in a short time, she was the leader of the
Bitches, and everyone respected her, so did Freedom—even after seeing her having sex
with Magnum and Creed. It had been unnerving, and she had avoided Shady for a few
days because she couldn’t look her friend in the eye. But after Shady had finally
told her to fucking get off her moral high horse or get the fuck out, Freedom had
realized she was being a judgmental bitch.
The only thing she had been right about was the club whores, they were exactly what
they said they were, and Freedom didn’t get along with them, especially Candy. She
was higher than a kite most of the time—and not on pot—she discovered when Freedom
walked into the changing room one night and saw her shooting up between her toes.
All the whores were using much harder stuff than just pot. Shady and the Bitches
had their suspicions but couldn’t prove it. For now, it was best not to get involved
in that shit.
After becoming a probate Bitch, they wanted her to move to the compound but the empty
apartments were being renovated, so Shady and the girls helped her find a small
but she didn’t have a choice. So in order to stay safe, she had adapted. She had
joined the club as a probate, the guys all knew and so far had kept their distance.
Sometimes when she walked by one, getting a little close, they smiled at her and then
looked around as if someone was watching them. Not like she wanted to fuck every
one of them but she was starting to get a complex, since she expected once it was
announced that she was open, the demands on her would grow. Freedom had been curious
about it, but she didn’t want to ask. She didn't want to draw unnecessary attention
to her.
As she approached the bar, Rock, who was on duty today, he grinned and pointed to
the table where the older guys were sitting.
“They coppin' a feel again?” Rock laughed.
“Course they are, wouldn’t be a day unless Pill copped a feel.” Free laughed.
“Feeling more at home around here I see, I guess being a Bitch is working out for
you,” Rock said easily as he filled her order. She was waitressing early and then
set to dance later. Another thing she had gotten used to, dancing for the guys.
Shady and Treat had given her lessons over the last few weeks, and since she had sucked
so badly the first day they trained her, they still had only allowed her to waitress
until now. Tonight was the first time she was allowed back on stage.
The only thing that had finally convinced them to let her back on the stage was the
fact she had been making good money on lap dances. The local men had taken a liking
to her, especially the frat boys. They had even asked when she was gonna strip, which
was why she was getting a second chance.
Freedom had also gotten a better idea of the way things were around here. Though
she still didn’t know everything, Shady and the girls had explained things in more
detail after they heard she was a probate. After the third time seeing people having
sex in one of the back rooms, she finally stopped cringing when she saw the naked
bodies.
The Bitches were the women of the club. None of them were old ladies to any of the
men, they didn’t seem to want to be either; however, they did fuck anyone they wanted
and never apologized for liking it. Freedom didn’t get it, but she didn’t have to.
Basically, they were female biker bitches that didn’t go to church, but still had
influence. Old ladies weren’t allowed at the strip club, but she had seen them around
town and been introduced. Free had been trying to fit in, but she hadn’t really had
to try. When Creed told Shady that she was a probate, the woman had been ecstatic.
“She is my Bitch in Training, so leave her alone, pretty soon she will be able to
put you on your ass.” Shady laughed from behind her. Freedom turned and looked at
the woman who had become her best friend in a short time, she was the leader of the
Bitches, and everyone respected her, so did Freedom—even after seeing her having sex
with Magnum and Creed. It had been unnerving, and she had avoided Shady for a few
days because she couldn’t look her friend in the eye. But after Shady had finally
told her to fucking get off her moral high horse or get the fuck out, Freedom had
realized she was being a judgmental bitch.
The only thing she had been right about was the club whores, they were exactly what
they said they were, and Freedom didn’t get along with them, especially Candy. She
was higher than a kite most of the time—and not on pot—she discovered when Freedom
walked into the changing room one night and saw her shooting up between her toes.
All the whores were using much harder stuff than just pot. Shady and the Bitches
had their suspicions but couldn’t prove it. For now, it was best not to get involved
in that shit.
After becoming a probate Bitch, they wanted her to move to the compound but the empty
apartments were being renovated, so Shady and the girls helped her find a small
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