“I thought HeavyD was talking about a three-girl party with you, Kayleigh, and Scarlett on the forums?”
“He’d like that but says he can’t afford it. I’ve been sharing e-mails with him for the past few days. Scarlett wants top dollar for specialty parties and HeavyD is well aware she’d charge him an arm and a leg for a foursome. He’s done some BDSM stuff with her in the past. I didn’t quote him any prices, of course. That’s against the law. But he realizes what they’ll be.”
Jim flung a dust rag over his shoulder. “HeavyD has been here enough times to know what to expect.”
“Scarlett doesn’t enjoy being with other girls.” Although she pleaded with anyone who’d listen on the website to book her and Kayleigh in a two-girl party. “Always tells me she’s gay for pay only.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” Jim said. “Scarlett makes more money being in a threesome, even more in a foursome. Nothing wrong at all.”
“No, of course not. Nothing.” Pamela clenched her eyes tight, and after opening them, blew out a breath. Scarlett is sooooo pretty. She wrung out both hands to release some of her sudden anxiety. “I talked Colt into not fining Kayleigh and lowering her suspension to two days, but it wasn’t easy. I had to convince him. He’s worried being lenient like this may set a terrible example.” She crossed her arms. “As you said, Aaliyah isn’t happy – especially with me.”
“She knows you have a soft spot for Kayleigh. Aaliyah also knows you’re the lone reason she’s still here.”
“Colt hates us playing favorites. He told me Kayleigh doesn’t get a second chance no matter how much I beg and plead next time.” That feeling of sickness settled in Pamela’s stomach. “He says she’s on probation for the next month and every little move she makes will be scrutinized.”
“I was told to monitor her demeanor both during and after every lineup.”
Pamela’s features darkened, but she soon relented and cleared her throat. I wish you’d be easier on her, Colt. “Kayleigh is so sweet. I know she’s young and immature, but that comes from growing up in such a small, secluded community. Her parents never let her do anything, never let her go anywhere. So, of course, Kayleigh is going to be a little clueless and not understand the ways of the world. Not know how to interact and deal with others. She’s known the same eight or nine people her entire life, I bet, and they shaped her personality into what it is today.” The muscles in Pamela’s legs twitched. “Maybe I can teach her? Help her? I mean, I really like her.”
“You have the hots for her.” Jim reached out and raked his fingertips over Pamela’s wrist. “I can see it in the way you look at her, interact with her.” He squeezed her forearm.
“I do have the hots for her.” She straightened her posture as Jim chuckled. “Something special is hidden deep inside of Kayleigh.” Pamela guided Jim’s hand to her mouth and kissed it. “I’d like to find out what it is.”
“Have you ever felt this way about another working girl before?” He stroked her cheek with a finger. “Especially a turnout off the streets? I know of some you’ve been attracted to over the years, but not like this.”
“Not since Scarlett started working here three years ago. But she made it clear right away she’s gay for pay only. So that shot down any chances I had with her.” Regardless, Pamela enjoyed being paired with Scarlett for threesomes. She’s way more into me than she is any client.
“Plus, Scarlett was already with Jason.” Jim shifted his weight from one foot to the other and retracted his hand. “Through all the problems they’ve had, she’s been loyal to him. Calls him every day to tell him how much she loves him.”
Pamela lowered her gaze. “Yeah.”
“Oh, here we go.” Jim adjusted his earpiece. “Old guy with white hair agreed to sixteen hundred for an hour-long party with Sahara and Riley. They’re explaining the dick check right now and why it’s mandatory.”
“Awesome!” Just like that, Pamela was all smiles. “We’ve had several customers asking for threesomes this week, haven’t we? Nicolette, alone, has been with Scarlett, Sahara, and Aaliyah in separate parties.”
“Let’s hope it continues. Perhaps you and Colt can give all the menial employees like me a hefty bonus at Christmastime later in the year?” He waggled both eyebrows. “Whaddaya say?”
“You’re not menial, Jim!” She rumbled at his tease. “This place wouldn’t be the same without you.”
“They’ll all be out soon – the girls and their client. I’m going to the booking office so I can process the payment.”
“Fine. Good talk as always.” As Jim stepped away, Pamela glanced up at the television monitor as Toronto pushed across the winning run of the baseball game. Unfortunately, her beloved Orioles lost. The Blue Jays defeated them by a score of 8-7 in extra innings.
Pamela strode to the other side of the bar, poured herself a glass of vodka anyway, and topped it off with a mix of cranberry and lemon juice. Might as well, huh? What’s the harm? She sauntered down the right-side corridor and toward its host of bedrooms.
“You three have fun! I know you will.” She flashed her teeth as Sahara and Riley, plastered on their customer like wet paper towels, bristled past her en route to the office.
“Trust me,” the man said, “we will.”
Pamela made a beeline for her private bedroom at the far end, but backstepped and stared at the closed door for Lindsay’s. I need to talk to her. From all accounts, Lindsay was still upset about her suspension. I don’t want her to get into trouble again and lose her job because of it. No way Colt gives her another opportunity.
* * *
“Stop fucking yelling! Stop, stop, stop. I answered your call, quit yelling.” Tension tightening her voice, Lindsay was rooted to the edge of the bed with her cell phone pressed to her face and ear. “Okay, yeah, better. That’s right. I moved to Las Vegas and started a new life. I’m a waitress. What? No way, I’m not telling you where. It’s none of your business. No, forget it… fuck you. What is it you really want, Zack? We broke up five weeks ago. Why do you keep calling me?
“What? You want the necklace back?” Lindsay covered her aching forehead. “You’re calling me ten times a day over a necklace you gave me as a Christmas gift some seven, eight months ago?”
She tilted her face skyward and blew out a breath. “You know what? No. I’m not giving it back to you. Why? Because we were dating when you gave it to me, and it was a gift. Tell me, why do you want it back?” Her face hardened. “So you can give it to your next girlfriend as you screw and fuck over her life too? Like you did mine? No, fuck you!” Answering Zack’s call promised to be a mistake, but Lindsay finally gave in and did it regardless. “I don’t care if it cost over a hundred bucks. It belongs to me.” Lindsay let out a bitter laugh. “It’s somewhere in my bag, but believe me, it will be in the garbage by the end of the night. No, no way. You broke up with me, Zack, not the other way around!
“You know what? I’m through with you. I’m blocking your number. That’s right, I’m ghosting your ass. Yeah? You do that. Go ahead and try. Good luck finding me. Vegas is a huge town and you’ll never do it. You can ask Evie all you want, but she doesn’t know where I am either. And even if she did, she’d never sell me out to the likes of you. Evie knows I hate your guts and what an asshole you are. You heard what I said.” Lindsay’s jaw dropped and her eyes shot open. “You broke up with me, you piece of shit!” Rage replaced the expression of shock. “No! Fuck you and your necklace. It’s my necklace now. I don’t care! Get the fuck outta here with that dumb shit. Fuck you, Zack… you’re blocked. Goodbye.”
She ended the conversation and blocked her ex-boyfriend’s cell and home telephone numbers.
“Hey, honey. Knock, knock. Mind if I come in?” Pamela’s head was inclined, her lower lip protruding, as she peeked around the corner of the door. “Problems with your boyfriend back home? Your former boyfriend, I mean?” Poor thing. Lindsay didn’t deserve all this drama.
“Oh, hey.” Lindsay forced a smile but tried to make it appear genuine. But what was the point in that? After what Pamela witnessed firsthand, Lindsay’s posture slouched, and her face twisted instead. “Yeah, yeah, come in. I’m sorry you had to hear that.” She glanced away, collected her bearings, and placed the phone on her lap. “Zack is one of the few people in the world, probably the only person, who can lure out Evil Lindsay.” Her hands fisted. “That boy gets under my skin so damn much.”
“It’s okay, honey. Don’t feel guilty about keeping the necklace either.” Pamela sipped Grey Goose and nibbled on a plain cracker. “It’s yours. He broke up with you, right? If I were you, I’d tell him to go suck a fat dick. Or ask for your pussy back in exchange for the necklace and hang up the phone.” Her smile was soft and courteous and burned a hole through the negativity swirling in the room. “It’s rude to demand for gifts to be returned after a breakup.”
Lindsay hung her head. “I’ve had a bad day. Zack won’t stop calling or texting and I’m waiting on an important message from someone else but haven’t received it yet. I’m getting antsy about it.”
“Can’t you call them?”
Lindsay fidgeted on the bed. “No, I can’t.”
Pamela’s eyes drifted toward the flat-screen television mounted high on the wall. “You’re watching cartoons?”
Lindsay straightened. “I love cartoons. Tom and Jerry here, they’re my favorite.” Color mantled her cheeks. “Cartoons help me destress after a bad day.”
“Oh!” Pamela’s slapped a hand over her mouth as she motioned toward the stainless-steel dildo laying atop the bed. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I? I’ll leave if I am.”
“No, not at all. Of course not.” Embarrassment socking her in the stomach, Lindsay shoved the dildo off the far side of the mattress. “I was just, umm, relaxing before Zack called.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Relaxing?” Pamela’s skin heated and warmth radiated outward. “Relaxing… okay.”
Lindsay forced back a grin and nodded.
Pamela set her beverage on a coaster and put her smartphone beside it. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you all day, honey, but have had a rough go of things myself. So much unnecessary drama.” Getting roasted by Scarlett over Charlie and defending him to Colt before that. “How are you doing after what transpired yesterday?” She took a seat next to Lindsay and patted her knee. “Any better? Remember, I’m always here to talk if you need me.”
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