Making the Cut by SD Hildreth

that’s kinda what I said. Holy shit . So, anyway. That was her first ride. She’d never been on the back of a bike. And now ? She’s hooked. It’s all she can talk about. And, just so you know, she’ll probably start stalking your man Otis. She’s guessing there’s no way he’s got a choad.”
    “Stalking, huh? That’s probably not a healthy thing to do. And good luck finding him, he kind of keeps to himself,” I said flatly as I looked around the bar.
    “Oh, Cash showed her where your clubhouse is,” she responded.
    That dumb little cocksucker.
    I tightened my jaw, and leaned into the bar, “Well, it’s no fucking secret. We ride in and out of there all damned day, but the clubhouse is off limits to outsiders. Without an invitation, no one’s allowed but members. If anyone comes there without prior approval, they’ll be escorted off the premises.”
    “Sore subject?” she shrugged.
    I shook my head, “Club business is the club’s business , not public business. It’s a private club. If she finds Otis and fucks him, I don’t give a shit. Hell they can run off and get married for all I care, but she can’t come to the clubhouse without an invitation.”
    “Okay, I’ll tell her. I didn’t know it was like a secret ,” she said apologetically.
    To explain to Avery my disappointments in Cash’s big mouth would make the club seem to be a little too eager, almost desperate, in the selection of Cash as a Prospect. To me, any club business was the club’s business. It wasn’t a huge thing that Cash had told Sloan where the clubhouse was, and we didn’t keep the location a secret from the public. It didn’t change the fact that I thought Cash was an immature waste of the club’s time. He had until August to show his ability to be an asset to the club. In my opinion, he’d need to change quickly.
    I took a deep breath through my nose and exhaled. I studied her for a short moment and then responded, “It’s not. There are rules and we have bylaws in place. One is admittance into the premises of the club. It’s prohibited. The rules are a requirement, not a recommendation. Nothing against Cash, but it probably wasn’t very wise of him to show her where the clubhouse was and not tell her the rule regarding visitation.”
    “Okay. Well, that doesn’t sound as bad. I’m not trying to get him in trouble, but I just thought if maybe you had some kind of new members must have an actual cock requirement; he’d like be out of the picture,” she chuckled.
    “We don’t. But don’t worry, you’ve done a good job of burning a mental image into my mind of his choad,” I chuckled.
    More than likely my entire problem with Cash was his immature behavior. Typically, with age comes maturity. Although he was thirty years old, he was extremely immature. As I sat and became angry at his childish decisions and behavior, I realized Avery was a senior in college. She, too, would be immature by mere design. Her lack of exposure in life would cause her to lack the maturity I’d need to even allow me to expose myself to her without placing the club at risk. As much as I enjoyed looking at her, and truly enjoyed talking to her, I knew what was in the club’s best interest. I stood from the stool, stretched reached into the pocket of my jeans.
    “How much for the burger?” I asked.
    Her eyes widened, “You leaving?”
    “Yeah, I need to get back. I’ve got a business deal to finish putting together. Hell, I’ve been here for two hours. Time got away from me,” I sighed as I looked at my watch.
    “Wasn’t anything I said?” she asked.
    I shook my head, “Nope.”
    “Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house,” she smiled.
    I pulled a twenty from my wallet and slid it below the cardboard coaster underneath my glass of water, “Well, this is your tip. Thanks.”
    “I suppose I’ll see ya the next time I see ya,” she shrugged a she pushed her hands into the back pockets of her shorts.
    If you only