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Chapter Three

I pulled into my usual parking space and took a glance at the talent who was walking in the door. One of my jobs for Luanne was telling her which chicks would appeal to the bisexual market and the number that had just walked in was certainly appealing. I walked into the editing bay, greeted by the sounds of a gangbang. I gave Luanne a quick hug and sat down next to her.

"Were you followed baby?" Luanne asked as she put a hand on my knee.

"Did my dad call?" I asked sarcastically.

"Point taken. What do you think about this scene honey? Is the lighting off to you?" She pointed at the screen where a man with a fishbelly white body was ramming a beautiful girl who had to be no older than 18.

"Dave needs to go in there and work his tanning magic. The glare from that guy's chest is blinding me." I theatrically shielded my eyes.

"You heard our quality control expert Dave, fix Randy's chest."

Luanne and I joked for a couple of hours while we edited the gangbang. Then it was time for me to do my work.

For the last couple of months I had been supplementing my income by writing scripts and directing movies for Luanne. Each film that got distribution provided a healthy pay check for me and a couple of titles had even gotten the attention of the Adult Video News people. Cara Cara was close to getting recognition. The only problem with the job was that no one in my life would have approved. My dad didn't like dealing in porn, he felt it was beneath him and the club. Mom didn't like the talent, she said she got enough of whores in the clubhouse. Juice and I didn't talk about it much but his jealous streak was a mile wide and he still felt weird about my bisexuality so if he knew I was working with hot women willing to do anything for a paycheck, he'd have hauled me out by my hair. The biggest issue was with my degrees, they never would have understood that this was a job I loved, a job that would pay bigger than any job I could get with the Charming Gazette.

I had just started filming a girl-on-girl scene when my phone rang. I took my eyes off of the screen for a moment and saw that it was my dad. He'd be pissed but there was no way I was calling cut. Chantal had finally delivered her line right and I didn't want to bust up her momentum.

After the scene was done I called my dad back. We lucked out and only had to do one reshoot, chances were that I wouldn't be that lucky again, especially since I was filming Mr. Fishbelly White that afternoon.

"Hey Daddy." I said brightly into the phone as soon as I got outside the building.

"Oh 'hey daddy' is that what you say when you call me two hours after I called you." Luckily he didn't sound pissed, just annoyed.

"I'm sorry Daddy, you can ask Juice I had a couple of job interviews today. One went way over." I hoped he would buy it, Juice had even looked skeptical when I had told him about the interviews the day before.

"Fine baby, I just wanted you to get something for the boys before you come to the clubhouse tonight. Happy's going to have an inking party and we need some chow. I'll pay you back with the petty cash."

"I know Happy's having an inking party dad. I'm getting my crow tonight." I bit my lip, hoping he'd be happy about it.

"About damn time Juice made you his woman. Be sure you don't get Mexican, Bobby's gonna be there and you know what Mexican means." Juice had told me horror stories about cleaning the toilets on Taco Tuesdays so I knew to stay away.

"Ok dad. I've gotta go. See you in a few." I hung up and went back to filming the movie.

Four long hours later I was pulling into a parking spot at Donello's Fine Italian the restaurant with the best pizzas in town. Before I left Cara Cara I made a call, so they had sixteen pizzas with different topping combos waiting for me when I arrived. I had promised my dad no Mexican and I wasn't about to cop out on my promise.

I had just received a healthy check from Cara Cara so I felt no hesitation as I gave my card to the cashier. He rang me up and I was on my way, singing along to Rise Against at the top of my lungs.

I smiled when I pulled into the parking lot, Juice was outside, bent over the open hood of a Geo Metro. I honked and he looked up and smiled at me. The man could get me to do anything with his smile.

"Hey Babe, wanna help me with these pizzas?" I called as I hopped out of the jeep.

He came running up to get the pizzas, but stopped short to pull me into a kiss. He had grease on his hands and brake fluid on his shirt but I could have cared less. He was my man and tonight it would be official.

"Pizza? Clay thought you'd bring Mexican to spite the new Prospect." He reached into the back and unhooked the pizzas I had bungeed into place.

"New Prospect?" I asked as I grabbed as many pizzas as I could.

"Yeah, his name's Alex. Apparently you have some history with the guy." He said the last with a green tingeing his features.

I groaned, of course Alex would Prospect here. He'd definitely do that to spite me. I found myself wishing I had gone to Riley's and bought a dozen taco platters.

"Don't worry baby, ancient history. Doesn't the fact that you popped my cherry make you feel better?" I asked as I moved around him to get to the clubhouse.

He smirked at that and pushed his way ahead of me to get the door. I walked in and my eyes searched the club, looking for the new Prospect. I felt my stomach flutter as I thought of Alex Kingston, the only person, other than Juice, who I had wanted in my bed. I didn't see him and that took a weight off my shoulders as I handed the pizzas to Bobby and Chibs who started arranging them on the pool table.

I went out to get the rest, eager to get inside and avoid the Prospect like the plague. As I was bent over the back I felt a hand on my ass and I knew for a fact that it wasn't Juice's, it bothered me more that I knew whose it was.

"If you want to keep that hand I suggest that you move it Prospect." I said as I grabbed the last of the pizzas and hauled myself up. The hand stubbornly stayed and gave a squeeze.

"Why would I do that? It's been a long time Milla." He finally removed his hand and I turned to face him.

"Not long enough." I hissed as I stalked to the door. Juice was there holding it open and glaring at Alex. I had no doubt he had seen what happened. Alex was going to lose his hand.

I didn't say anything else as I put the pizzas on the pool table and went to the storage room to get some plates and napkins. As I was reaching up to grab the plates, I felt hands reach under my shirt. These hands were entirely welcome.

"You know I'm gonna have to kill him right?" Juice asked as he started squeezing my breasts and I moaned in response.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, him asserting his ownership and me enjoying his touch. Eventually the noise started to trickle down in the main room and the familiar buzz of a needle could be heard.

"Let's go make it official baby." I smiled as I grabbed the plates and we exited the storage room.

In the main room the Prospect was tending bar. He looked up from his task as I walked by and gave a cocky grin. I gave him the one finger salute in response and went to sit by Happy, who gave me a smile as he gave Bobby a new Reaper on his shoulder.

"Where do you want your crow?" He asked as he put the finishing touches on Bobby's tat.

"I want it on my wrist, so that no matter what I wear it'll at least flash as I move." I showed him the spot I had in mind and he nodded, and then looked at Juice.

"This work for you man?" It was customary to ask the Old Man if he accepted his Old Lady's proposition and to ensure that he still wanted her as his Old Lady.

"Yeah, but I also want you to give her the other tat we talked about." I looked at him with a furrowed brow. He was planning on permanently altering my body without discussing it with me first? I hoped he had a good reason.

Happy simply nodded and took my hand. Happy never used pictures or outlines to make his tats they all came from his mind and the man never made a mistake. He had Juice hold my arm so the muscles wouldn't jump. I felt my eyes tear up as the crow started to take shape. I was Juice's Old Lady, it was finally official. I grinned up at Juice, who grinned in response then leaned down and gave me a kiss.

The clubhouse was silent as Happy stopped his needle and wiped the excess ink off my arm, then he had Juice release me so that he could view his handiwork. He gave me a small smile and looked up at Juice.

"Now she's your Old Lady. You better treat her right." Happy gave me a kiss on the cheek and I jumped up into Juice's arms, mindful of the new ink.

"Who's next?" Happy asked as the noise started up again.

"Me." Juice sat in my vacated seat and looked expectantly at Happy.

"Whaddya want first, the lightning bolts or reaper?"

"Lightning bolts, I think they'll hurt the most." For some reason he ran his hand over his buzz.

"You need to shave that, can't ink through fuzz." He skimmed a hand over Juice's head.

"Why does it sound like your getting tats on your head baby?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because I am. Lightning bolts like you suggested."He looked proud of himself and I just had to grin.

"Come on sexy, I'll shave your head." I took his hand and led him to the bedroom he used to live in at the clubhouse.

He sat on the bed while I went into the bathroom and found the shaving kit that always seemed to be a fixture in the clubhouse. Luckily his hair was freshly buzzed so I only needed to shave him. He rested his head against my chest as I shook the shaving cream.

"Should I shave your whole head or just a strip? I don't know what you talked to Happy about." I ran my hand over his head while he nuzzled my breasts.

"I want them on the sides of my head. Maybe you should give me a Mohawk baby." He pulled away and sat back further on the bed.

I nodded and crawled on the bed behind him. It took no time at all to spread the shaving cream and finish the shave. What took long was Juice's decision to jump me when I finished with his head.

"You ready Juice? Forty Five minutes is a long time to shave your head." When I heard the amusement in my brother's voice I groaned and threw my arm over my eyes.

"I'll be out in a minute man." He got up and zipped his jeans. I was grateful we hadn't undressed.

"Hey Babe?"

"Yeah?" I asked as I searched the floor for my panties.

"You said that only Old Ladies are with their man when their tatted up. Why was everyone in the clubhouse, and why were you sitting by Bobby?"

"Well, when it's an ink party like that, the rules don't really apply. It's not like Happy would be doing every tattoo in private, besides Bobby's got a lot of ink so it's not a big deal when he gets a new one. When you get your reaper, baby, it'll only be me and the boys in there with you. The first reaper's the most important, you know how important the colors are." I found my panties and shimmied into them as I spoke.

"Ok, let's go get my lightning bolts." He smiled a determined smile and we exited the bedroom.