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“Wanna join me,” she teased.
The whole girl on girl thing did increase tips and lord knows Porsche and Zoe had tag teamed more than one guy out of his check. Hoez had a shorthand way of making it from day to day and if laying up with one of them could buy Porsche a day without meds to extend the time before she ran out it might be worth the experience. Zoe did know how to coax an orgasm with the best of them and let serotine spill through her body.
“Zoe,” Doc said poking her head out of the office and looking right past Porsche as if she didn’t exist. As if the action alone was enough to block out who was and wasn’t getting therapy.
“Time to have my mind shrunk and my heart warm,” Zoe said getting up with a big stretch.
Porsche caught her fingers slightly as she passed, the gesture small, but telling between the two women before she turned back to Topaz. “Your lady is late.”
“Guess so, but hey, it is what it is.”
Maybe Porsche needed to see what Topaz was taking beyond daily doses of vitamin D from her husband Onyx. Free wasn’t the only one working on making babies. But unlike Free who had lost two so far, Topaz hadn’t spoken of a positive test yet. Something was in the water with all the women of the club. Periods were supposed to link up not pregnancies, but baby fever ran rampant among them all. If a claimed woman wasn’t already pregnant, she seemed to be working on getting there.
With a quick sigh she realized she had to get home, shower, dress, do makeup and get to work in under two hours. Porsche glanced at her phone and was frustrated she didn’t pay much attention to the time. “I got to scoot. Let’s talk about it later.” She headed out to the street parking and sat down in her car.
Flipping on her playlist to try to find a happy place. Why she came to therapy was a question she asked herself often. Going ninety-five while listing to Pink was as cathartic most days. Though making her way to the interstate and pretending she had a destination so she could blast her radio wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Not that she was a prisoner, beyond the time clock at the Roadside, it was motivating herself to get out and not get distracted by any and everything. Did seeing Doc help at all? Beyond refilling a med she probably should give up on, no. She had a few days to decide if she wanted to return or let the chips fall where they may.
A half-drunk bottle of water was in her cup holder and she shook out a pill into her open palm. Noticing there was less than her guestimate of six or seven. Four round bits of chemical compound balanced in the palm of her hand. Tossing them back in the bottle she went for old faithful, Ativan. Those were as needed for panic attacks and the sight of the low supply of daily pills had her anxiety spiking as she downed three pills. Tiny, speck like things and yet by the time she was pulling up at the ranch where they’d finally put full apartments in for members that wanted to stay close her mind was numbing out.
Skin smooth and no longer goose pimpled, her head light and heart beating in a steady thrum as she smiled, her hand dragging across Ax’s chest as she passed him in the entry way.
“You dancing tonight,” he asked, catching her hand and giving a gentle tug to stop her.
“If I can get upstairs and get ready.”
“And if you can’t?” the newly demoted prospect asked.
The man was working his way back to member after making errors the club couldn’t abide, but she knew he’d be back to wearing a member patch in no time. He hadn’t been kicked out and his back hadn’t been stripped of the patch inked into his skin. All of which she’d seen in New Mexico in the past. Montana was a newer charter and hadn’t torn a patch off anything higher than a prospect before. That patch was on a cut, not a body, but she knew the Sarge at Arms was aware of the procedure. Gruesome as it was and she was happy Ax only dropped down a level for more reasons than his shameless flirting..
“Then you won’t be able to stick those bills in that one spot you like so much,” she teased, slipping her hand from his and disappearing into the stairwell.
