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“Okay…Jesus. Okay. Two seconds.” Turning on her heel, she sprints up the stairs and leaves the three of us looking at each other in confusion. Evie doesn’t seem nearly as anxious as her mom. She simply curls into Iz’s chest and plays with a plain silver chain that hangs around her neck.
Tink steps back to check me out, then smirks when she meets my eyes. “You look hot, babe. He’ll like this.”
“You don’t even know what I’m doing.”
She rolls her eyes. “Please. You’re gonna take dirty girl pics so Bobby can have dirty boy time with them when you’re not around. I hope he’s into the promiscuous Bambi look, because if so, Tina nailed it.”
I snort, because I know ‘promiscuous’ was actually ‘slutty’ in her head, but being a responsible adult, she changed it up for Evie.
Less than two-minutes after she left, Tina herds an elderly lady down the stairs with a filthy scowl on her face and a metaphorical stick in her hand. She leads the woman past us with an air of regality and pushes her out the front door. “Stupid old lady,” she grumbles and flips the locks on the front door. “Useless geriatric wench.”
My eyes pop wide, and meeting Tink’s, we bite our lips to keep our smiles at bay. Tina can turn her temper on in an instant.
She reenters the room and stops with emotional eyes. Stepping forward and without asking, she takes Evie from Iz and hugs her close. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” Tina sways on her feet and nuzzles her daughter’s curls for a full minute before her eyes come back to mine. “I’ll process your refund right away, Kit. I’m truly, deeply sorry for this mess.”
“Refund?”
“Or we can reschedule. Anytime you like, I’ll work it in.”
“Reschedule? Is now no good? We already did the makeup.”
“I have no one to watch my daughter. That old woman was my babysitter, but she was asleep in front of the TV while my daughter had to fend for herself for the last hour.”
“I don’t mind if she stays down here. I mean, I don’t know. She might see my butt and stuff, but we’re not going centerfold or anything, so it’s just the same as going to the beach, right?”
“You couldn’t possibly want a two-year-old running about?”
I shrug. “Doesn’t bother me one bit. If you’re okay with it, then I am. You shouldn’t lose an entire night’s income because your babysitter is unreliable.”
“I mean, she has a little desk down here. She’s quiet as a mouse, she won’t be a bother. I’ll get her pencils and books out, you’ll hardly notice her.”
“So it’s settled.” I smile. “You can relax. We’re cool, I promise.”
“Alright, well…” She backs away with Evie clutched to her chest. “I’ll get her set up. Your makeup and hair are perfect, so if you want to get changed, I’ll get her settled and we can get started.”
I step into the tiny bathroom and switch out my clothes for a tiny matching set of lace. Shaking with brand-new nerves, I step out with my arms firmly folded across my chest and my legs determinedly pressed together.
“Oooh la la.” Tink looks up from her perusal ofthewall and points with a dangerous heel. “Jesus, Kitkat, I had no clue you were hiding all that under there.”
“Oh, shut up.” I awkwardly walk past her, then grit my teeth as I walk past a curious Evie. “You know exactly what my body looks like.”
“I dunno. You’ve been saving all your nakey time for Bobby lately. You’ve been neglecting me.”
I blush furiously and look to Tina. “She’s kidding. I’m not neglecting her. But I’m also notthatfree with what I show her.”
She lifts her hands in surrender. “None of my business. I don’t judge.”
Evie giggles. “Lalalala, Kitkat.”
Tina snorts and shakes her head at her daughter. “Alright, you need to pick shoes. Which are jumping out at you?” She walks toward me with a heavy camera slung around her neck. “The black pair? They’d give you about six inches more and make your man froth at the mouth for the rest of your lives.” She turns and moves around the room, flipping the switches on lamps. They don’t light up, but the electricity hums through the cables. “The red pair? They’d match your lips, make him think dirty things.”
I study the red pair, then I zoom across to the stilts and study the black ankle straps and spikey silver studs. They’re very BDSM club-esque. With a blush and galloping heart, I take them from the wall and try them on.
“Ooh, good choice.” She takes my hand as soon as I stand in the dangerous shoes and leads me toward the bed. “Giddy-up, girl. Let’s get started.”
Tink and Iz laugh and tease as Tina arranges me on the bed the way she wants me. Surprisingly, the nerves have lessened; probably because there’s a two-year-old in the room lending an air of fun and innocence. Or maybe just because Tina, Tink, and Izzy are funny.
Regardless, I’m not freaking out anymore.
