Chapter 141: Flat Pancakes

Siobhan, can yeh bring me a few things? I want to cook. – Nessie

Knuckles rolled in with the other brothers that worked as bouncers around three that morning. It had been closer to six when he finally fell asleep. Now, at a little after two in the afternoon, he was starting to function as a human. Coffee would take him from zombie to human.

He had been at the Clam Shell for about seven months and really enjoyed it. Most of the female staff at the bar were lesbians. Although they were fun to flirt with, he knew it wouldn’t go any further.

And if he wanted something more than just flirting, there were plenty of willing club girls. Like the one that sucked him off this morning. He smiled at the memory of those lips around his cock. And his cock twitched in his jeans.

Yeah, he thought as he made his way to the kitchen, going to have to have a repeat performance.

Knuckles entered the dining hall and was assaulted by a sweet scent. After pouring himself a cup of coffee in what he hoped w