“I’m going to take this out,” she told the sweet-butt, or club whore, or whatever the hell the guys decided to call the girls that were easy at the club. The girl, Berry, nodded, her focus on one of the prospects as he pushed hair off her shoulder and looked down at her breasts. She pushed the backdoor open and made her way to the trashcans off to the side of the club, hidden in the shadows. There were a few lights on the outside of the club, illuminating the perimeter, but not reaching this part of the property. Steel was with some of the other club members, working on club business, and she’d decided to stay back here while they did their business. She didn’t want to think about what they’d talked about, what they did, or whom they had to hurt to make sure they got the job done. She glanced to her left and saw a Harley of the prospect that was inside probably getting head by Berry. The music from inside came through loud, and she tossed the trash in the cans and shut the lid.
