Once it was time, Gemma told them it was time to head back to the clubhouse. They had cooked enough food for the whole group to eat before the party got started and the sweet-butts showed up. She didn't feel the need to warn them about what they might witness with the club. Surely they'd seen things like this before. And if not then this would be a great introduction into the SAMCRO life! The loaded up everything they had and made their way to Teller-Morrow.
Tig, Jax, Juice, and Opie were outside smoking when they rolled up. Anai and Layla got everything out of the car, although both knew this kind of bullshit "women's work" were beneath them. They hadn't worked so hard to become their Uncle's top people just to do some "old lady" shit. Tig watched as Anai brought in plates of food and looked incredibly pissed about it. She wasn't the typical woman they saw around here. She didn't seem the kind to be satisfied with just cooking and looking after her man. She wanted to be in the middle of the action. She wasn't a sweet-butt or crow-eater. Hell, he wondered if he would ever actually have the chance to just be alone with her or not.
Jax watched Layla as she carried bags of stuff into the club house. Just like Anai she didn't look to pleased. He couldn't help but wonder how they things worked in her world. It was obvious they didn't do the kind of shit Gemma had them doing from the not-so-happy look on her face. He had to chuckle knowing this woman was unlike any other woman he'd ever come across. He both liked it and hated it.
Anai felt eyes on her as she helped unload Gemma's car. On her first return trip, her eyes landed on Tig's and they stared at one another for a moment. Her long, velvety skirt flowed quite well, hiding her knee-high leather heeled boots almost perfectly. Tig's eyes couldn't help but roam over her body, especially with her top not covering most of her upper body. He suddenly ached to run his fingers over some of her tats, to run his tongue over them. How is it she made him so lustful and never did anything to do so? The crow-eaters or sweet-butts tried everything and although he'd fucked just about all of them, they never had the natural sex appeal Anai did.
Layla felt eyes on her. She hated the feeling but being around a bunch of men she knew it was inevitable. Her eyes landed on the bright blue orbs of Jax. He smiled at her, eyes lighting up, but she couldn't do anything but stare at him. Her job didn't afford her the opportunity for "relationships". All she really needed was Anai and her family. Besides, the last man she dated wound up dead because of her "job". It really was easier to just be single & concentrate on her work.
Once everything had been brought in, Gemma helped them get everything set up. Clay, Bobby, Piney, and the prospect watched with a small sense of fascination as the trio of very head-strong women got things set up for the party that would be in full swing in about 2 hours. Clay was happy his wife had been thoughtful enough to make everyone dinner, even if the other 2 weren't quite so happy at doing what the Old Ladies usually did. He had to chuckle knowing how hard it was for his wife to have the conversation she did with the new ladies in town but was grateful they seemed to be getting along-ish. The last thing the club needed was for Gemma to be having issues with someone right now.
The guys let the ladies eat first, since they were gentlemen afterall, because they knew once the men descended on the food there probably wouldn't be much else left. 'Biker men sure ate a lot!' Layla thought to herself as she looked at what each had put on his plate. Gemma was being socialable and trying to get the ladies to talking. Tig and Clay sat near the trio of women, listening in on their conversation.
"So who taught you how to fight?" Gemma questioned to Anai
"I was taught by 8 out of the top 10 martial artists in the world. In all variety of the arts. I was taught how to handle a blade by the world's best swordsmen. US Marines, some of my Uncles guys, and some of the US Army taught me how everything I needed to know about close-quarter combat." Anai replied, making both men raise their eyebrows at her
"Holy shit! You really know your shit, huh?" Gemma chuckled, knowing the girl wasn't lying
"We've been around this shit our whole lives. Been around the violence, the money, the parties, sex, all of it. None of this shit bothers us." Layla piped up, answering an unasked question from the Matriarch
"Wow. So there's no need in telling you not to say anything, then." Gemma chuckled again
"Say anything about what?" Anai retorted, winking at the older woman
Gemma smiled, starting to like the younger women. Hearing what Anai said about her fighting skills just made Tig want her all the more. She wasn't a damsel-in-distress type and that turned him on more than he would ever admit to. Before he knew it, Jax had appeared next to him with Opie hot on his heels. They wanted to know more about these ladies too. Gemma asked how Layla had gotten into the computer part of her uncles operation. She looked up when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Juice stood there looking at her.
"Same as any other hacker I suppose. I've always had a knack for electronics. It just came naturally." She stated, earning a head nod from Juice
Once he calmed down, he realized she was only playing with him but asserted her dominance in the hacker world. She let him know she was the better hacker of the 2 but did it playfully. Although it pissed him off, it did help him protect his laptop better. He knew she'd still be able to get in and for the moment he was cool with that. 'How are you going to become better if noone ever pushes you to?' Juice thought to himself with a smile. Everyone seemed to nod at her statement.
Not too long after dinner the "entertainment" arried and the party went into full swing. Layla and Anai thought it was incredibly funny at how these "women" acted. It wasn't too different from what they had witnessed but they weren't quite used to how these girls just threw themselves at any man who would look at her twice. Tig sat in a corner nursing a beer. He watched Anai as she sat there watching the debauchery before her. She seemed to be amused by everything which was not the reaction he expected. His blue eyes roamed her toned, tattooed body and he licked his lips. He wanted her. Badly.
