Army motioned over a woman with long dark hair, Daisy Dukes and a barely there gold sequined bikini top. “Clear the table, Alma,” he said as he slipped off the bench. “I’ll be right back with your water.” With two fingers, he pushed her head back and kissed her softly then ambled away.
Alma stared at her as she gathered the Styrofoam plates and plastic utensils and cups. Mia smiled at her and helped her gather some of the debris. The pretty woman shook her head. “Army asked me to do it, not you.”
Taken aback, Mia’s hand stalled above the dirty plates next to her. “I’m sure Army wouldn’t mind if I helped out,” she replied.
“It’s not that. It’s just that he asked me, not you.”
Mia drew her hand away. “It’s all yours.” Alma continued clearing the table, her gaze still fixed on Mia.
“Here you go, baby,” Army said behind her, leaning over to put a bottle of water in front of her. He nuzzled her neck. “You smell so fuckin’ good. Do you know what your perfume does to my cock?” He peppered her skin with feathery kisses.
With Alma’s gaze burning a hole through her, Mia felt self-conscious, and she moved slightly away from him.
“What’s up?” he whispered in her ear before licking it.
His tongue tickled and scorched her at the same time. “She’s watching us.”
“Who?”
“Alma.”
“So?” He sucked at the sensitive skin on her neck and knew she’d be upping her concealer coverage when she went out in public.
“Do you want me to do anything else?” Alma asked in a soft, sensuous voice.
“That’s it,” Army answered, his lips still doing delicious things to Mia.
“I’ll see you around, lover boy,” Alma said, tossing her hair over her shoulders.
Mia read the signal very clear: stay away. Alma was making sure she understood that even though Mia had him at that moment, she had him every day and night.
“She seems upset that I’m with you,” Mia said.
“Alma? Nah. She’s a club girl, she knows the score.”
“And what’s the score?”
He pulled away then came over and sat by her again. “Pleasing the men without any attachments.”
“Is it that simple?”
He shrugged and brought the beer bottle to his lips. “Seems to be.”
“I think it would be hard to have sex with the same guys over and over and not form some attachment. I don’t believe there aren’t any emotions.”
Army wrinkled his forehead. “I guess there are emotions and attachments but not in the traditional sense. I mean, the women are there for us, and we’re there for them. We give them lodging, a monthly stipend, and help out if there’s a problem. The club girls respect us and do things for us. Some of the brothers like some of the girls more than others and vice versa, but it doesn’t mean there’s any ‘falling in love’ going on.”
“That’s sounds so lonely … and sad.”
“Not at all. You’re seeing it as a citizen—love and marriage, but it’s not like that. We’re a family for sure. If anyone messes with one of our girls, we’re gonna beat their ass. Most of the women here come from real shitty backgrounds and never felt accepted or cared for until they came to us.”
Mia nodded as she drew invisible patterns on the plastic tablecloth. “Now that you put it that way, I can understand it better. Not having anyone to care for you is beyond tough. It’s nice that they have a sense of family at your club.”
“We’ve got tons of chicks clamoring to be a club girl. Look at all the women here tonight—they want a walk on the wild side, and they’re gonna get it.” Army laughed.
Mia looked around. “Every woman here will have sex willingly?”
“Yeah. If someone doesn’t, then that’s cool for the most part.” Army wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “I’m cool with us not having it even though it leaves my cock hard for days.”