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When Dark Hair touches Red’s cunt, the girl jumps. But Dark Hair knows her way around, and is stroking with some nice moves that I pay attention to.
Red’s hips start to undulate and a moan slips free.
“Make out and keep touching.” I think about it as they go in and start kissing. Dark Hair likes girls. She knows what she’s doing, and she can kiss. I pay attention to that, too.
“You, on the floor,” I say to Red. “Eat her,” I tell Dark Hair.
It’s pretty good. I then get them to sixty-nine, and I pick up my phone as I swig more of the booze.
Why the fuck hasn’t MG texted? I call, hoping she’ll pick up and hear all this, but it rings out. Instead, I just do some business texts.
I know there’s a live sex show in front of me, and I know it’s hot, but I’m just bored.
Their champagne glasses are empty, and I look about. Whatever Carlos is doing, it’s important, and the two guards are just rubbing themselves and watching the show. So I text Bec who’s on staff, who I know’s here.
Champagne bottle.
She comes in, and her face says it all. I’ve nailed her a few times, but she isn’t into pursuing something or going there again. I think she likes her job more than me and I like that about her. So, she gives me such a look of derision that I decide the mood is ruined.
That and I’m kind of bored.
“Take the bottle, get dressed, and go home. I’ve changed my mind,” I say.
Carlos sighs and motions to the naked women. They get up and leave. I’m over it. Over them. Over everyone.
I just go back to my emails and my bourbon.
Bec clears her throat. She and the two guards are still there. “Can I go and work, please, or do you want to order me to be your maid again?”
“You want this?” I grab my dick. It’s not hard but it’s still impressive.
“I’ve had that, Jac, but you’re an ass. The answer’s no.”
I narrow my eyes as the guards find something else to look at other than the tension that starts to grow in the room. “Why don’t you take off your panties. And you…” I point to the closest guard. “Finger her.”
This is fucked, even for me. She said no. We don’t have a thing, and she’s not the kind to buy into my brand of fun outside one on one. But I’m mad. I’m suddenly fucking furious, and I want to lash out.
Why the fuck did I send two women home who wanted me? Why the actual fuck didn’t I want them?
“Now.”
The guy hesitates. There’s a gun under one of the cushions of the sofa, I can’t remember why, so I pull it out and point. It’s not loaded. I know that.
He doesn’t.
The guard goes up to her, and she whirls and slaps him hard.
Then she looks at me.
“Congratulations, Jac. I quit.”
And Bec stalks out.
“Fuck. Shit. Fuck.” I wave the guards out and drink more of the damn bourbon then drop my head in my hands. The gun’s still there.
I’m just winning friends. And goddamn it, I actually need Bec. She’s fucking good at her job. Which means I’m going to have to apologize. I guess I could kill her for quitting. But then I’d have to hire someone else. And…I like that she doesn’t put up with my bullshit. Half the time I don’t see her, don’t think about her, that’s how good she is.
You’re right, Bec. I’m an ass. I’ll double your pay. Send you to Paris for Christmas.I breathe in.Or wherever. Please stay.
