<em>Ingrid, moving from the bar to the meeting room</em><br/><br/>Flitting about like a little social butterfly focused on one flower, Ingrid floated over to where Jake sat, intent on rebutting the comment about tv melting her brain and to give him some ideas about 'rearranging' furniture. That show was one she'd watched as a wee one, though it had been about five years behind what the US had shown.  It had been right easy to play catch up!  "The plan involves you in stockings and a dress," Ingrid joked. Like the meeting business was going to be handled right there with his little whore on his hip! He knew better and she knew that he knew better… and he knew that she knew that he knew that she knew that…wait… what?  She'd gotten her own self confused with her joke.  Ingrid shook her head as if to clear it and then smooched Jake's cheek before scooting off to goose Riley as she followed Chase to their destination, boots thunking lightly on the wooden floor.<br/><br/>As her legs carried her toward the meeting room, she knew that she was the only Old Lady that got to be in there. The knowledge of how special her position was wasn't lost on her and she felt supremely humbled to hold the role that she did. Women were not traditionally in the actual club, but she did hope that changed in the future. She was the start, she didn't think that they'd ever be equal and knew that most women didn't have the same outlook on things that she did. Most of the old ladies turned their head about what their men did; staying true while their men did what they wanted. Jake didn't require that of her and one day she was pretty sure that what they both did in private might be joined in one bed… The idea of a foursome always made her hot but at the same time while she knew that Jake was with others and he knew that she was, she didn't know how either one of them would handle seeing each other with another person.  There'd been the time when she was a prospect when Jake had just been minutes away from catching her with her pussy wrapped around Chase's pole.  Back in those days she wasn't much higher at all than a sweet butt;  earning her stripes had been largely on her back and it wasn't really something that she was proud of.  It wasn't that she'd fucked her way in, she'd done what was required of any prospect. The requirements of her had just been somewhat higher than the men had to face.<br/><br/>While her fiancé sat beside Chase, she took her spot across from them. She was just a member, not an officer or anyone of specific note, though she sure did stick out like a sore thumb with all the dangling dicks in the room. She'd made a joke about 'Cleetus envy' once, rather embarrassing herself because she had been trying to make a play on the word clit, similar to penis envy… but hadn't realized that Cleetus was a man's name. She'd taken a good ribbing for that one and hadn't tried her hand at any more of those jokes, though she'd cussed them soundly in German for her embarrassment.<br/><br/>Seeing Crash in the room, she snickered, giggling and wiggling as she pointed her thumb over her shoulder. "Out, Prospect!" she roared in a deep voice, being silly. It would be one of the last times that he'd be thrown out of the meeting room for a meeting and so she was going to give him hell about it. Would make the pride feel all the better for him when he was finally able to stand on his own two feet and take a seat beside her and the other Men of Mayhem.  She was looking forward to seeing his colors presented. Might even shed a happy tear for the rascal.<br/><br/>Taking her seat, she watched her lover flexing his hand, listened to Chase tap out his tune, heard the chairs scraping across the floor as everyone got settled. Her eyes flickered with worry that Jake's hand might be giving him pain again.<br/>