FoA Chapter 11

The clubhouse is rocking when you arrive that night for the meeting. You did as Stef asked and set it up, but it coincides with a party thrown by a mayoral candidate who wants to change the politics in Gurlberg. The bar is full of her donors, and as you walk into the crowded space you’re in no mood to appreciate the sight of Lotte’s glossy hair and bare breasts as she twirls around the pole for the cheering women.

People get out of the way for members of the club, but not for you. You push your way to the back and let yourself into the meeting room, where most of them are already waiting.

Stef, Carla, Fang, Jan, and Vicky are at the table. Caroline walks in seconds after you do.

Normally they’d be complaining about missing that party out there. They want to be getting drunk, thirsting after the exchange student stripper, and trying to bang as many politically active Gurlberg voters as possible.

Tonight, they seem serious. That’s never good.

Caroline sits, and Stef finishes her beer.

Without a word, she throws something across the table at you. On reflex, you reach out and grab it. It’s the red bead for the game.

“Prospect owes somebody an apology,” Stef says. “She didn’t get a line on DD’s merch.”

“DD?” you say, looking at the bead in your hand.

“Dark Dames,” Caroline says. “They’re based up north. Been a while since we’ve dealt with them.”

“They’re hard to deal with,” Carla says, sipping a glass of whiskey.

“I’ve never met them,” Fang says. Next to you, she’s the youngest and newest Free Gurl. Well, you aren’t a Free Gurl yet. “What are they like?”

“They used to be cool,” Stef explains. “They helped women get abortions if they needed them and were in a bad spot. They helped out with domestic **** stuff, and did a lot of good. Sold a lot of weed. I didn’t know they’d gotten into toys.”

“It’s because they’re all passing these laws,” Jan says. “It makes sense.”

Carla nods in agreement. “Five different counties now have the prohibition. It’ll be statewide this time next year. It’s going to make territory a problem. There will be a lot more competition.”

“That’s another day’s trouble,” Stef says firmly. “Right now we worry about today. We aren’t going to fuck with the Dark Dames. Nothing good ever comes of it when we do.”

Carla nods agreement.

“What’s wrong with them?” you ask.

“You just,” Carla begins, but trails off. She looks uncertainly at Stef. “You just can’t trust them.”

Stef nods. “Forget them. Caroline, am I boring you?”

“Just wondering how long she’s going to hold that thing,” Caroline says, looking at the bead in your hand.

“You idiots. We have serious business to talk about. Can’t you concentrate for ten minutes?” Stef says, irked.

“No,” Jan and Vicky say together.

“OK, do it. But make it quick,” Stef snaps. Vicky grabs the jar and tosses it to Jan.

You nervously watch the jar go around. God. What are they going to make you do?

“I’ll be damned,” Carla says, looking at the blue bead in her hand.

“Damn it,” Jan says, thumping her hand on the table. “You’re cute, Prospect. But you’d be cuter with some cum on your face.”

“You’re sweet,” you reply.

“Someday,” Jan promises.

“Hurry up,” Stef says, prodding Carla’s shoulder.

“OK,” Carla replies, finishing her whiskey and standing up. She comes around the table to you. You get up uncertainly. She turns you around and looks you up and down. Carla’s actually a bit smaller than you, but she’s strong and forceful. She’s twice your age, but still has plenty of energy. “OK,” she says again, spinning you around and giving you a push. You put your hands on the table, bent slightly at waist.

Carla reaches around to unbutton your jeans, then yanks them down, exposing your underwear. Everyone’s watching. Carla puts her hand on your hip, then your ass, but doesn’t spend too much time feeling you up.

“Here we go, Prospect,” she says, unzipping. After a brief pause, you feel her cock against your backside. You’ve never seen her naked, but it feels about the same size as yours. For a woman her size, she’s pretty hung.

She slips it between your thighs, pressed up against your crotch. She leans into you, moving her hips around. Even through your underwear, the pressure on your girl parts feels shockingly good. You’re getting hard yourself.

Carla gives your hair a little tug. “I love your ass, Prospect,” she says.

Stef clears her throat. “Are we waiting?”

“No, go ahead,” Carla says, pumping her hips, sliding her cock between your thighs. She lets go of your hair and grabs your boob through your shirt, squeezing. “We’re fine here.”

“Mm,” you say, immediately regretting it.

“How cute,” Caroline says, watching your face.

“Focus, people,” Stef says. “I messed up. We aren’t getting Dark Dames’ merch. But there’s some other merch we can get instead.”

“Cheaper than just having something shipped out of state, then going and getting it and bringing it back?” Fang asks. It’s a reasonable idea, but transporting large amounts of product is hard. The club would also need the money for the upfront investment.

“Probably,” Stef says. “I’m thinking we should just get our own stuff back.”

“What?” Caroline says, taking a break from watching Carla fuck your thighs to look at Stef. “What do you mean?”

“Our stuff is still right here. It’s in evidence,” Stef says. “At the station less than ten blocks from here. We just need to get it out of here. Then we’ll trade it so it isn’t resold locally, and that gets us out of this.”

You try to think clearly while you feel Carla’s cock sliding between your legs, pressing on your rapidly moistening pussy. It’s an interesting idea. Stef has a point: you can’t break that stuff out of lockup, then try to sell it on the streets. The police would figure that out quick. But if you get it out and trade it with another club, you can sell clean merch instead.

“What club?” you gasp.

“Our sister chapter in Hornie County. I’ve already spoken to Karen.” Stef sighs. “We’ll take a hit, but it can work. Pretty straightforward, and we only have to deal with people that we know.”

“We got a plan for getting our stuff?” Carla asks breathlessly, getting a little more intense with her humping. You’re breathing fast through your nose and leaving sweaty stains on the table with your palms. The others are watching you closely.

Carla suddenly grabs your breasts and squeezes painfully hard. She shoves her cock between your thighs and jerks with a grunt. You see cum fly out over the table in ropes, and she lets out three big strings before she finally groans into your neck.

You almost came yourself. You sigh and relax as you feel her body do the same. She tucks away her cock and zips up, then gives your ass a firm slap.

“Hey,” she says, grabbing your arm. “Hey.” You turn to look at her, and she puts her hand on the back of your neck and brings you down for a kiss on the mouth. “Mm. Thank you. Mm.” She kisses you again. “You’re a good Prospect.”

“Oooh,” Caroline says, and Stef gives a little whistle.

Carla goes back to her seat, leaving you standing there dazed, with an obvious erection.

“Sit down, Adella,” Stef says. Oh, so she’s using your name again. That’s good. You pull up your pants, then sit. Fang grabs a bottle of cleaner and some paper towels to take care of Carla’s mess on the table.

Now seated again, Carla lights a cigarette and takes a long drag.

“Looking a little pent up over there, babe,” Stef murmurs to her.

“She’s a peach,” Carla replies, looking at you.

You try not to blush. Their little game is kind of intense, and you’re still a bit worked up yourself, but it’s not like you can take care of that right now.

“This is a small town. The evidence locker isn’t Fort Knox. We can get in there, we just need help with the technology part of it,” Stef says confidently.

“Don’t say CCL,” Jan warns.

“CCL,” Stef says, nodding. “Those nerds can get us in there. They’ve helped us before, and they’ll help us this time.”

CCL stands for Chicks Cum Loud. It’s a sorority at the university.

“I hate those bitches,” Caroline complains, chugging her beer.

“They don’t hate us. But young people deal with young people. Fang, take Adella with you. Find out what it’ll take for them to get us into that evidence locker and make it happen. I want you over there tonight and I want that merch in hand by the end of the week. Adjourned.”