CHAPTER NINETEEN
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Pulling into the lot at Teller-Morrow I'm about to park my car in the slot between Gemma's car and the Clubhouse, the space Gemma had left for me as we had what seemed like 100 pounds of meat in the back that needed to go straight inside to the fridges when a battered car races in front of me and steals the space.
I momentarily think about making a big deal of it and making her move, but decide I can't be bothered so I just park right behind her, blocking both her and Gemma in. As I get out of the car the bleach blonde skank who's stolen my park gets out and starts screaming.
"Move your piece of shit car; I need to be able to get out later. Not to mention that you've just blocked in the Presidents Old Lady. Though, you look like you wouldn't know a thing about what happens round here." The distaste is evident in her voice as she takes in the simple long-sleeved shirt, jeans and sneakers I dressed in that morning.
I choose to ignore her, instead walking towards the Office where I can see Gemma sitting at her desk, waiting for the influx of half-dressed 'entertainment' for the Sons. Blondie doesn't seem to comprehend that I'm not interested as she stomps after me.
"Gemma, this...person...just blocked my car in, and yours. How am I meant to get out later?" The voice that is coming screeching out makes Gemma sigh and makes me feel like I should pour the peroxide she uses on her head into my ears.
"Ima, that car park that you've just parked in was left empty for a reason, and it wasn't for you. Sarah was collecting the Barbecue supplies for tonight, and if you've got an issue with me electing to designate a park I think perhaps you should ask nicely if you can be let out so you can Go Home." Gemma seems like she deals with this stuff every weekend, but by looking at the lack of clothing that Ima is wearing she probably does.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Cam, Al and Donna get out of the car and open the boot. A couple of the guys come over with prospects in tow and start moving the chilled meat from the car to the massive fridge in the back corner of the garage. The girls take the bags inside and Donna shouts over, "We'll be in Opie's room, come back when you're done."
I nod absently and focus back on Ima who is stuttering and spluttering about how she shouldn't have to give up a premium car park for a newbie, let alone one who is dressed like she should be working on a farm. She follows with a torrent if insults about everything from my hair cut to the colour of my shoes. When she finally starts muttering about my parents that's about where the patience I've been trying to hold towards the mostly—naked brainless twat explodes.
I turn to her, "Look here, Blondie. I'm not sure if your lack of brain cells directly correlates to your lack of hair colour but I am not new around here, in fact I was hanging around this lot long before you even figured out that your pussy was going to help you advance in your chosen profession. I am not interested in being a hole for the guys round here to stick their cock in. None of them ever have, not for lack of trying. You may like being handed around like the latest porn magazine, which I am sure the guys have seen you in anyway, but some women actually have respect for themselves, and the knowledge that being just another cum dumpster is not something to aim towards."
I turn away from her, fed up with having to speak to someone who looks like the only words she's heard from that sentence are 'pussy, cock, porn and cum.'
As I'm walking towards the clubhouse I hear Gemma giving the bleach bottle with legs a few tasks to do before tonight, which will hopefully allow her to calm down, and remember her place in the club as help who gets fucked by the members, when they want her.
Heading into the Clubhouse I momentarily stop to look at the photos on the walls, and note that Clay has left the one of him and my dad on the wall, even though dad was never a member of the club. Reaching a hand out, I lightly touch the photo before I turn away and down to Opie's room, it looks almost identical to the way it did when he was a lowly prospect, the only real additions I can note are more photos of Donna and the photos of his kids and what I am sure would have once been Opie's dream, 3 women in various states of dress.
I lean against the door frame and wolf whistle at them. 3 heads turn in my direction and I have to duck as 2 lipsticks and a shoe come flying towards me. Unfortunately the noise, rapid movement and subsequent thump has brought the attention of Tig who was walking past and he stops to look in the door leering at them until I go through the door frame completely and close it, twisting the lock behind me muttering "Brothers wife there Tiggie."
Hearing him bark a laugh I know he's heard me as his footsteps continue down the hall.
After utilising Opie's shower the next 2 hours seem to fly by, with just one short interruption after about 30 minutes when Opie stuck his head in to get my car keys. I don't bother to ask, I'm sure that they have managed to calm the garage bike (cause everyone's had a ride) down and have sorted somewhere for my car to be parked that's as safe as the lot.
After Donna raided Opie's stash each of us have a happy buzz going on after sharing 2 joints and the ¼ bottle of Whiskey we found in a draw, which normally wouldn't have been much but on top of the pot I'm feeling very relaxed and mellow, which is probably a good thing as I know I'll have to face Jax and that he'll be pissed at me after having spent the day with Tara at the hospital after her surgery today.
As the clock hits 8:30 we finally put finishing touches on make-up and pull shoes on as Opie bangs on the door to let us, well me, know it's time to stop hiding.
Donna laughs, throws open the door and all but drags me out the door and towards the main room, and the bar.
As we turn the final corner to the bar I know that it's going to be an interesting night, the outfits my friends and picked for the night don't seem to be that much different from the norm, but I guess the 3 new faces with Donna make us interesting.
Donna is in skin tight black jeans and a silver top that droops off one shoulder, her black the 4 inch peep toe heels she unearthed from Opie's closet finishing her outfit.
Al and Cam, I'm sure will end up starting a fight. They have picked different colours, but identical 'dresses'. They are both wearing shiny black sky high heels, and men's dress shirts belted at the waist as dresses, with pale daisy dukes under them, in cause of a wardrobe malfunction. Cam's shirt is deep charcoal, while Al's shirt is white.
I guess next to them I look like of conservative. I'm wearing a pair of knee high black boots, with 8 pairs of miniature silver handcuffs that run across the front of the boots with a silver chain. I've managed to find a top that outlines all my tattoos, a sleeve less top which plunges almost to my belly button at the front and to my waist leaving my entire back exposed. Its pitch black, and I've paired that with a pair of black leggings with lace designs holding the sides together. Through the lace the lines of the tattoo on my leg are visible, but not able to be recognised as anything. I've found some long black ribbon that I've used to loop all my hair into one messy bun on the base of my neck.
After a chorus of wolf whistles the four of us start trying to work our way to the bar when I spot Jax, sitting by the door to Chapel. As he meets my eyes he stands up and shoves the blonde off his lap. It's not till he's halfway to me and I'm seriously considering running back to Opie's room that I realise the blonde is Ima and she looks furious.
Opie appears and carts Donna towards the bar. Al and Cam have seen Jax heading towards me and both seem to think that it's safest with Donna so they follow her over to where she being sat on the bar stool Opie just vacated.
Happy, having seen the look Ima shot at me stalks over, slaps her ass and orders her to the bar to get him a drink, in a sharp motion I can read from where I'm standing. I guess Ima realises that for her 'role' in the club any member is a member she has to please so she totters towards the bar in the 8 inch clear platform heels she's wearing.
All of this I've seen past Jax's shoulder, but I pull my attention to him as he blocks my view, and I'm not sure if I'm about to be escorted out of the club, Charming, or California, and I haven't even gotten to the bar to have a drink yet.
Donna catches my eyes from her position beside her husband, she gives me a questioning glance, but I know I have to deal with this myself, after all I've said several times I'm done running. I guess this is going to be the biggest test of if I am willing to stay through shit storms that keep breaking right over my head.