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"A shooting or attack outside?"
"What the fuck? No?"
"Then why are you waking me up so early on a Saturday?"
"I need a day with my bestie. It’s been too long. Get your ass up and let's go."
She groans and sits up, her loose curls falling around her shoulders. She rights her haphazard shirt, but her shorts are on inside out and I laugh.
"Long night," she says, her voice like sandpaper.
"I can see. Get up and shower. I want to hang out with you today, and it's on me."
She's smiles as she rubs her eyes. I hand her weed pen to her and she takes a hit. She offers it to me, but I decline.
"Come on, wake and bake with me."
"Nah, I'm good. I feel like I’m still high off those Percs Christine gave me."
Within an hour, we're sitting at Tipsy's, a nail salon that serves drinks. We're both sipping on mimosas while getting a pedicure together. Next are manis and facials.
"I'm glad you woke me up. I have a full week ahead of me and could use this." She smiles happily. "What's on the agenda for today?"
"I want to go shopping. I need a new winter coat and some new jeans, bras and shit. I want to take advantage of the fact that I don't have to micromanage my money anymore. Now I make enough to fully take care of Grammy and spoil myself if I want."
Her eyes light up and she smiles widely. "You know I live to shop. Working a lot lately?"
"Enough that I now have a chunk of money socked away. I’m not going to spend it all, obviously, but I need some new things." I pause, thinking. "I can't tell if Christine's still testing me or not."
I think back to James.
"Do you think she'd send one to me"—I lower my voice—"who wouldn't want a happy ending?"
Her brows angle together like she's confused. "Ah, maybe? I doubt it, though. Wait—you mean you didn't have to do anything after? Like nothing?"
"No, nothing. I tried, but he didn't want it. That's weird, right? We did kiss and it got hot and heavy, but he didn't let me take it further. Maybe he got performance anxiety," I joke.
"I mean, all men want sex, or at least a blowie, so that's a little weird to me. Maybe he just really liked your company."
I pause, thinking about our time together. "Honestly, I think he just wanted to hang out—"
"What was his name?" she asks.
"John," I lie. I don't want to find out Natalie's been with him too, or that she finished him off when he wouldn't let me. I'd rather not know. "He has red hair, like flaming red, and pasty white skin. I think he said he was a doctor? Sound familiar?"
"No, but there's a lot of clients I haven't met yet." Natalie rolls her eyes like she's annoyed, but not with me. "And a lot of them are Johns, too. They use a fake name because they don't want to get caught cheating."
"Yeah, this one had a ring."
She nods. "I had a feeling you were going to say that. They have no shame in sticking their dick in any hole. I swear, I'm going to be single for the rest of my life after I've seen how men can be while working there. I'm convinced they're all liars and cheaters, and they think they fuck like porn stars, meanwhile we’re just counting the minutes until their pencil dicks are spent and pray we don't end up with a roast beef vagina one day. They think they're God's gift to us."
I giggle when the nail technician looks up at us. Natalie looks so sweet and innocent, until she opens her mouth. We both apologize.
"We'll both be single for the rest of our lives together."
She high-fives me. "Faking an O has never been easier."
"For real," I say. I'm pretty sure I have that down now after practicing in the shower one day when Nat wasn’t home.
