Blended Black Scorpions MC

Staff Meeting

I was walking into my house to get out of this damn suit when my phone went off. It was the little sassy sprite who runs the shop. I can only imagine what has pissed her off. I was away on a run all weekend for the club so I wasn’t at the shop since Thursday. I throw on my jeans, henley and my cut. I head out to my bike so I can get to the shop to see what the hell is going on.

I walk into my shop, The Black Scorpion. It shares its name with my MC The Black Scorpions. I hear Brantley Gilbert’s Bottoms Up blaring over the speaker system, you never know what Fiona will be listening to. She has a very eclectic taste in music. I stand back as I watch her dance around and restock the shelves. I take a look around and don’t see anything out of place. But there is a heavy chemical smell. I head to my office before everyone gets here, because if I stand here and watch her anymore the guys are going to an eyeful my hard on.

Doug walks into my office a few minutes later carrying donuts for the meeting. “ Do you know what this meeting is about?” I ask him as he sits down. He looks at me for a moment before answering. “ I made the mistake of calling and asking what happened. I got laughed at and then read the riot act on how Fi is not the maid or their mother. I don’t have all the details.” I look at him now and the heavy chemical smell makes sense.

Once everyone arrives, we gather in the kitchen area. Fi walks in the room and looks like she is ready to do battle. All I can think is we are so screwed. I want to know what these fuckheads did to piss her off. Then Troy opens his mouth and I swear the floodgates of hell just opened. “Sweet cheeks, why did you call us all down here this damn early in the morning?” “ Listen up you douche canoe, you call me sweet cheeks again and you will be short a ball in your ball sack, understand?” Damn she is feisty today whatever they did this weekend was bad.

“Now I called a staff meeting this morning to inform all your lazy asses, that I am not the maid nor am I your mother. Last time I checked I had two kids. So since you want to act like children and want a mother, I made you a chore chart just like a mother would. When you close the shop, the bathrooms will be cleaned and so won’t the kitchen be cleaned. On the fridge you will find a shopping list. Now here is how the shopping list works, if we are low on something you add it to the list. Is that understood?” There was a collective sound of grumbling that could be heard. “Moving on, this is a bottle of soap and this is a sponge. You use them to clean the dishes that you use. Not hard to do, if you do it every time you use a dish we won’t have a pile of them at the end of the day. Now at the end of the day throw out any food from the fridge that won’t get eaten. This isn't a science class where you try to grow mold.” That’s when Glenn speaks up “ That was my favorite part of science class, made my mother sick several times, my sister too.” I think I just saw flames in her eyes. “ Thank you Glenn for volunteering to keep the fridge clean.” Now what I don’t understand is how your workstations can be so spotless and the customer and employee bathrooms look like they have never been cleaned. It’s not hard to sweep the floors, wipe s**t down and run the mop over the floor? Now to the part that really pissed me off. I don’t care who you f**k or what you stick your d**k into, I don’t ever want to find used condoms all over the bathroom again. I guess I should congratulate you on being smart enough to wrap it.” Some of the guys start laughing like it's the funniest thing in the world.

“Since some of you find this funny heed my warning. I find one more on the floor, not only will I leave it there for you to clean up but I will quit. I’m not working with a bunch of pigs. Do you all understand? The chore chart will be posted here. And I will have a copy at my desk. Good day boys.” With that she walked out leaving everyone with their mouths open. The only sound that could be heard was Johnny Cash playing over the speaker system.

“Ok boys no more screwing here at the shop, take it to the clubhouse where the girls there clean up after you. I don’t want to lose her. She is too damn good at her job, she doesn’t take s**t from anyone and she won’t give any of you the time of day.” Hell that was a problem in itself she didn’t even give me the time of day. I head to my station to get ready for my client who I am doing the back piece for, hopefully they are on time. I need the distraction of work to take my mind off that little sprite that just tore into half of an MC like she was reprimanding a child.

I pray these assholes get their s**t together. It looks like once the girls are asleep on Sunday nights I’ll be coming to make sure that it’s clean. I can’t afford to lose Fi, she is one hell of an office manager. She makes everything for Doug and I run so smoothly that we can enjoy tattooing again. I’ll have to talk to Doug to make sure when I do a run for the club he comes to inspect the shop.