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“You didn’t have to pay for me.”
“I know, silly. I wanted to treat you.” She hands me a coffee.
I take it from her. “Thanks.”
“Friends don’t let friends deal with shit without being properly caffeinated.”
“Thank you, and thanks for responding to my SOS call.”
After bursting out of Todd’s office, crying, I needed someone to talk to. Cassie didn’t hesitate to meet with me once I was done with my bank rounds.
After grabbing prosciutto Manchego baguettes and iced lattes from Le Pain Quotidien, Cassandra and I found a quiet spot in Bryant Park.
“Psshh,” she waves away my comment like she would a mosquito. “I should be thanking you. I don’t usually show my face during the day––beauty sleep and all––but it’s a glorious day. Vitamin D is good.” She points at her face. “When you’re tanned, people can’t see the bags underneath your eyes. I have a client tonight, and since I rolled into bed at five a.m.––”
“Why didn’t you tell me when I called? You must be exhausted.”
“I had four clients last night––”
“Four?” I yelp. My eyes drop to her lady parts. “You sex machine,” I say in a low voice. “You should be resting.”
“It was my Domme night.” She brushes her salon blonde hair behind her ears. “All new clients with specific kinks that don’t involve…” She sticks her index finger in a hole she forms with the other hand.
“The best kind of clients.”
“They are.” She leans closer, her green eyes holding mine. “Client number one has a CBT kink.”
“What’s that?”
“Cock and ball torture.”
“Ouch.”
“He doesn’t want to fuck me. He just wants me to hurt him with my heels—he’s very specific about the designer, too.” She shrugs. “His cock. His balls. His money.”
“Client number two is impotent. He has a hosiery fetish. He gets off by touching my legs and prefers when I wear garter belts.”
“I see.”
“Client number three is also impotent and has negative reactions to Viagra. He pays me to sit on his face. He has the satisfaction of still being able to make a woman come, without the stress of having to fuck her. He might not be able to use his cock, but the man knows how to use his tongue.”
“That’s a win-win for you.”
“Wait until you hear about client number four.” She puckers her lips. “He has a nipple sucking fetish which specific requirements––natural double D’s. This powerful CEO pays for me to cuddle him while he sucks on my tits as I stroke his seven-inch cock until he comes like an animal.”
My eyes grow wide.
“He likes at least three rounds. So, in between rounds, we enjoy fabulous food and drink expensive wine.”
“How come I never got any of those clients?”
“Let Todd know you want in on the action.”
And… a reminder of why we’re here.
“I’m his least favorite person on the planet.”
She scoffs. “I doubt that very much.”
