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The guy needed to wipe down. Hell, we all did.
I scowled.
Where the fuck is our assistant?
Suddenly, a naked girl jumped out from behind one of the screens in the dressing room, platinum hair flying. Instead of swinging naturally to and fro, her bare boobs were stiff like hard balls of plastic, unnaturally rounded and pink.
If I held a flashlight up to them, they’d glow.
“Hiiii!” she squealed, wiggling and jiggling her hips. “Hi, I’m Candy! I’m a huge fan—”
“We figured,” Hudson growled.
If I hadn’t been used to this kind of shit happening, I would’ve leapt right out of my skin, but this was just more of the same shit on a different day.
“I can’t believe we did it!” the girl gasped, still jumping up and down, her fake jugs like giant balloons on top of that skinny chest. “Mandy, where are you? Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
What the fuck? Mandy? Wasn’t her name Candy?
Then, as if on cue, another girl popped out right behind her, also nude. They were both wearing high heels and nothing else. Pink lipstick and rouge were caked on, while her foundation was as thick as a geisha’s.
We were repulsed, yet they had no idea.
“You guys want a taste?” the second one panted like a she-dog in heat. “I’m so good it’ll blow your mind.”
“Yeah!” squealed Candy. “Mandy’s pussy is good! I mean my pussy! My pussy is good! No offense, Mandy.”
“It’s okay!” Mandy chirped. “There’s enough for both of us.”
Even their words pissed me off. Before they could say anything else, I was on my feet, brows lowered.
“What the fuck? Get the fuck out.”
Hudson jumped on the bandwagon too. “How did you get in here?” he growled, threateningly. “Did security let you back here?”
That took Mandy and Candy by surprise. They were probably used to open arms and a warm reception. Befuddled, the girls looked at each other uncertainly.
“We bribed them,” murmured one, blinking like a lost cow. Pink female flesh shimmered under the fluorescent lights. Back in the day, we might have went for it.
“What the?” rasped Brody. “Those fuckers are fired. As of now.”
“Yeah, which one of them let you back here?” I demanded.
“Huh? The cute one let us—I mean…oops!” Mandy slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that!”
She was as dumb as a bag of rocks.
“I don’t give a shit what he looked like,” Brody snarled. “Taking money for access? No shit, sayonara to the whole crew.”
Those assholes were done for. Their actions were a serious breach of contract. Females penetrating right into our inner sanctum? Absolutely inappropriate.
It didn’t matter who did it. The others should have stopped him.
The girls were still staring at us, wide-eyed and hopeful.
“Out,” rasped Brody, his glare dangerous. “Now.”
The naked groupies gasped, seemingly confused by our orders. Wobbling like baby deer, they staggered towards the door. One of them looked at me, eyes bulging and pleading.
You’re not my type, baby girl. Not even close. I like real, luscious women, not tits on a stick.
We treated our fans worse than farmers treated livestock.
I’m such an asshole.
“You heard the man,” Hudson hissed. “Get the hell out.”
And with that, they were gone. There was no more talk, no more negotiating, no more pleading. The girls wobbled out, as naked as the day they were born.
They asked for it. Not my fault that they don’t know how to act.
Finally, the big door slammed shut again, leaving us in peace.
Thank God.
Unbelievably, a soft rap sounded mere seconds later.
“Go away!” Brody shouted. “We’re not interested!”
What now? Why can’t these girls leave us alone? Had they not seen the two naked chicks who’d been booted just a second ago?
“Sir?” came a soft voice from behind the heavy wood. “Excuse me, sir?”
In a murderous rage, I pushed past Brody and opened the door, ready to bellow at the unfortunate soul standing there.
But the angry words were caught in my chest, because instead of yet another skanky twig, there was a girl there. She was innocent and sweet, with large doe eyes and cute pink lips.
“H-h-hi,” she stammered. “H-hi, I-I’m Kate, your new assistant. I-I have some bottled water for you?”
This chick was everything we ever wanted—soft and gorgeous, with assets to spare. It was more than that, though. She was the complete opposite of our usual groupie following. Instead of being dressed in some glittery number, the brunette’s pretty shape was covered in a white polo shirt and khaki pants. I hadn’t seen a woman wear actual pants in so long. Covered legs were actually a little startling.
She certainly wasn’t a groupie. There was an official-looking lanyard around her neck with the word “Kate” printed in block letters.
Holy shit.
The brunette was the real deal. Our new assistant.
“Hey,” I grunted, almost lost for words. “Nice to meet you. Come on in.”
