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“Damn, I love this place,” Cade sighs with a stretch as he lounges in a club chair. “This is the life.” He watches our pretty waitress retreat, her perky backside bouncing with each step.
I shake my head at him. “She’s too skinny for my taste, but yeah, this could be fun.”
“Do you think I could get nachos?” Cade asks, his brow lowering. “It seems a little low-brow for this place, but damn, some nachos and hot cheese sauce would really hit the spot about now.”
I merely shake my head because trust my buddy to be thinking about nachos at this moment. We should be talking about women, or business, or hell, our last golf game, but instead, this motherfucker wants nachos. I merely roll my eyes.
But before Cade can call the pretty waitress over again to make his request, the lights dim to almost total darkness, and the one-way window grows bright. We get settled in our seats, and I can see that on the other side of the pane is a large, airy space filled with furniture. There are a few elegant couches scattered about done up in a pretty floral print, as well as footstools, ottomans, and a loveseat or two thrown in. A low, thrumming music begins and I feel my pulse quicken as anticipation builds in my chest. Fuck, my groin’s already going tight, and there isn’t even a female in sight yet.
At that point, Maria’s alto voice comes in over the speakers.
“Gentlemen,” she begins. “Thank you for joining us today at a very special viewing event. As you know, City Girls employs a very diverse workforce including mothers and soon-to-be-mothers. We value the depth and experience they bring to our employee pool.”
I share a glance with Cade. Seriously? Are we going to be discussing workforce retention and job satisfaction today? But Maria continues.
“As you know, today’s look-see has a very special theme, which is “Mother I’d like to …” Well, I’m sure you can guess the last word,” she titters. “But as always, the women are here for your pleasure. We hope you enjoy the show, gentlemen, and please let us know you need anything.”
Damn, that was a somewhat weird introduction, but hey, Maria knows what she’s doing. She’s been with City Girls as long as I can remember, and what works is what works.
I settle further into my chair, my eyes trained on the empty room before us. To be honest, I’m not expecting much. It’s not City Girls’ fault, it’s just that some of the women I’ve been seeing leave a lot to be desired, to put things lightly. None of them seem to have any real substance to them. Instead, these women are about wearing fancy clothes, going to the nicest restaurants, and of course, seeing and being seen on the arm of a legitimate billionaire, namely me.
It’s not my cup of tea, but I suppose that’s where City Girls comes in. None of the ladies tonight are going to have any expectation that I’d date them, or offer anything more than a night of sensational pleasure and a big wad of money. It’s just how the bargain’s structured, and although I know I should be ashamed to take part in this event, I’m not. It’s how the cookie crumbles, and now, it’s time for me to get down to business.
3
Hannah
I stare at my reflection in the brightly lit dressing room mirror. All around me, other women are giggling and getting ready. Some are growing giddy from the complimentary champagne, but I know better than to get drunk before we go out into the viewing room. Hell, maybe I’m new to this job, but it’s just common sense not to be inebriated on the job.
Then again, I’m pregnant so I can’t imbibe and maybe I’m just trying to make myself feel better. Sighing, I open my silky robe just a little and stare at my outfit in the mirror. I bite my bottom lip as I take in the skimpy yellow cheekies and matching, barely-there lace bra. My nipples poke through the soft mesh, leaving little to the imagination. Meanwhile, my ass hangs out from the bottom of the panties, and I worry that it’ll slip out altogether, as crazy as that sounds. But really, the main attraction is my bulging belly. I’m very pregnant, and it’s totally obvious with no way to hide.
“You could try some hairspray,” a sweet voice says next to me. The sound pulls me from my thoughts.
“I’m sorry?” I ask, turning to look at the pretty young brunette standing at the vanity beside me.
“Hairspray,” the petite woman repeats. “It helps hold things like panties in place.” The woman holds out a turquoise can of Aqua Net and I accept it gratefully.
“This is the good stuff,” I say while shaking the bottle slightly.
