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This is not what I needed after a long day of dealing with my old man’s former allies, who are all looking for an excuse to take me down. I just wanted to check in on Elena before heading home and turning in for the night. I wasn’t even planning on bothering Vanessa. I’d seen her the previous day, and I figured Damien would probably be around later, looking to wet his cock.
I storm into the backstage room, purposefully making noise so the girls can get their stories straight before I enter the room.
I’m greeted by the sight of Vanessa, Elena, and Stef on one side of the vanities, Traci and Cat on the other. I’m not entirely surprised by this configuration, given just how obvious Traci and Cat have made their dislike of Stef. A little jealousy and competition drives the girls to perform better, but it’s only useful if it doesn’t get in the way of their fucking jobs.
“Good evening, everybody.” I saunter over, smiling sharply. “A little birdie—that’s Paul—told me you’re having a catfight. Guess he’s afraid of getting clawed, so he begged me to solve the issue.”
I look at Elena first, the anger burning bright again. Her eyes are red with tears, and she’s shaking. Whatever the fuck was said, it upset her a lot. At least I don’t notice any evidence of a physical altercation.
Vanessa is standing tall, almost shielding Elena from view. She even tries to slide in front of Elena to protect her frommygaze.
“I really am not in the mood for this, so somebody give me the cliff notes version so I know who to punish,” I say, gesturing at them. “And I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that trying to blame Elena is the wrong answer.”
Stef won’t look at me, and Traci and Cat look distinctly guilty. Vanessa’s the only one who meets my eyes. “It was my fault,” she says. “I started a fight. I’m sorry.”
I don’t believe her for a second, but Traci quickly throws in, “Yeah. She jostled me. On purpose. Made me smear all of my makeup.”
Vanessa casts a dark look in her direction, but she doesn’t correct her. She stays silent, and Stef and Elena say nothing either.
For somebody whose make-up was supposedly smeared, Traci looks surprisingly well put-together. I don’t call her out on her lie, though, more curious now that Elena is supporting this version of events.
“Yeah? Is that what happened, Stef?”
Stef flinches, swallowing hard as she stares down at the floor. “Yes,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. “That’s what happened.”
Solidarity among whores, apparently.
I sigh and stick my hands in my pockets. “Okay, if that’s the version you guys want to go with. Traci, Cat, Stef—we open in five fucking minutes, so you’d better be ready to go out on the floor and make a lot of money tonight. Elena…” My voice softens for her. “I’ll see you later, okay? I’ll stop by tomorrow evening.”
Elena nods and smiles brokenly at me. “Of course. If you’re bringing dinner, I’d love one of those burritos we had the other day? But not Damien’s spicy one.”
I laugh and nod in agreement. “That would keep you up all night. I promise, none of Damien’s food. It’s not fit for human consumption.” Then I turn my attention to Vanessa, who’s been getting more and more tense as I draw the whole conversation out. “Vanessa. I guess you’ve enjoyed a lot of privileges around here. I think it’s time you got put to work, just like everybody else.”
She pales, and for a moment, I wonder if she’s going to change her story. She surprises me, though, because she only nods. She averts her gaze, briefly glancing at Elena, then looks back at me.
Traci smiles smugly, and she doesn’t even bother to hide it. Cat, at least, has gone back to applying her own make-up while she pretends she isn’t a part of this whole mess.
“But I can’t have you out on the floor, failing in front of the crowd again. You were really pathetic last time. I think… yeah, let’s have you get dressed up for one of the private clients. That’s why I was here, anyway. I was going to pick out a girl for him, but you’ll do.” I pull out my phone and send a text to Damien.I’ve got Vanessa for the night, don’t worry.Out loud, I say. “He’s an important contact. One of my old man’s business acquaintances. You know the type, don’t you, Vanessa?”
Tears are welling up in Vanessa’s eyes, but she nods again. “Yes, sir,” she whispers. “What would you like me to wear?”
“Strip,” I tell her. “All the way. And twirl around so I can get a better sense of what would fit you.”
She hesitates, but she obeys, unbuttoning the shirt she’s wearing and folding it over her arm. She pulls her underwear off and drapes them over her arm as well, then she slowly turns in front of me to let me see all of her. I’m impressed by how well she’s behaving, especially since I’m almost positive she had nothing to do with the confrontation that led to all of this.
“Giulio…” Elena starts, her lips pressed thin. “Is this necessary?”
“I don’t know, is it?” I respond, grinning at her. “Is there information I’m missing? Does Vanessa not need to learn her place?”
Elena bites her lip, then shakes her head. “Sorry. I’m going to… I’m going to head back to my room. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Whatever happened, even Elena would rather throw Vanessa under the bus than tell me the truth. Too bad for Vanessa, I guess, but she’d brought it on herself by volunteering to take the blame.
I have to admit, Vanessa is gorgeous like this, though. On the verge of tears, but she’s holding herself high, trying to be strong. Slayer had called herstupid tall, but I love her height, I love her cute little breasts, her skinny ass. Her long brown hair, currently hanging loose, goes halfway down her back. The remaining visible portion of her back cries out to be touched.
“Stay there,” I say, walking over to the costume racks. I casually start browsing, trying to decide what to put Vanessa in for the night. “Did your father entertain business guests? My old man used to host these fancy, men-only dinner parties. Well, I saymen only, but there were always a few of our girls available as entertainment.”
She watches me while Elena slips out of the room and Stef focuses on her make-up, the other girls getting ready to go out on the floor. They know better than to be late. I don’t need to tell them twice, and it gives me time to really think about what Vanessa should wear. Anything here is going to fit her awkwardly because of her height, and I’ll have to take her through the lobby of the apartment building…
