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“Does your new friend know you’re a prostitute?”
Emily swallowed and hung her head. “I said I was a waitress.”
Geoffrey laughed. “Did you say where?”
“No.”
“Ashamed of where you work?”
“I didn’t want him coming in and bothering me.” Did Mark know what went on at the Café? Did he ever go there? Did he sit in Section One? Did he sleep with the girls there?
Why did that idea bother her? She was nothing to him. He was her idol, someone she’d admired from afar for years.
He’d kissed her.
Why? Why was he interested in her? It didn’t make any sense.
“Come to my condo,” Geoffrey said, swallowing the rest of his whiskey. “I need a good fuck before tonight.”
Emily bit back a sigh and nodded. “Can I change first?”
“Quickly.”
She hurried to her room and changed into a pair of black yoga pants and a pink t-shirt. Geoffrey didn’t care what she wore, and the material would be soft in case he was rough.
When they walked into his condo five minutes later, she glanced at her old bedroom door with a hard swallow. The door was closed and padlocked.
“I found a new girl,” Geoffrey said, unlocking the door and pushing it open. In the center of the room was a young woman in her late teens to early twenties. She was naked and cuffed to the ceiling with weighted nipple clamps hanging from her breasts. Geoffrey turned her around and spread her ass apart. He’d inserted one of his butt plugs. She remembered that one. It hurt.
“She likes anal as much as you do,” Geoffrey said with a wicked grin, yanking on the nipple weights.
Emily gave the girl a sympathetic look before turning away. She would be here for a while. Hopefully, she would survive whatever Geoffrey had in mind for her.
“C’mon.” Geoffrey closed the door and headed to his room on the other side of the condo. He shoved her to the bed. “Undress and get on your hands and knees.”
She obeyed, thankful there was limited time before her shift started.
Twenty-Two
Mark lookedaround the round wooden table, searching faces for signs of deception before spreading his cards on the table. “Call.”
Sandra grinned triumphantly and tossed her cards onto the table with a flourish. “Ha!”
Mark groaned. “If I’d known you were such a card shark, I’d never have agreed to play with you.” He shook his head as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the nearby couch. “Tell me again how you roped me into playing strip poker with you all?”
Sandra laughed. “It’s a bonding experience. You’re stuck with us for the next year. We get to see each other naked.”
Mark leaned back in his seat and took a swig of beer as the others around the table laughed. “Guess I’m glad I go for my daily runs.”
Jordan, one of the percussionists and determined hippie, arched a brow and sucked in smoke from his blunt. “Helps us play better together.” He’d already lost his shirt and pants.
Mark laughed, relaxing for the first time this week. ‘Course the several beers he’d had helped, too.
Dot, Sandra’s roommate, leaned over and spoke in a low tone. “Did Sandra tell you what the overall winner gets?”
Mark shook his head.
“Oral sex from their choice of present orchestra member.” She grinned.
