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“Aw, come on, Mary. What wouldyouknow about being clever?” The high-pitched voice belonged to the brunette model.
“A lot more than you, Jenna.” Mary’s voice dripped with contempt. “Everyone knows she was Marcus’ pet. All he had to do was point and tell her to show her tits. And bam! That show of hers wasn’t singing. She all but masturbated on stage.”
Ouch.
I knew my show wasn’t exactly classy, but I thought it was sexy, not slutty.
“Marcus did use her and I agree that she never struck me as particularly smart. But you’re only pissed because she didn’t let you eat her pussy,” a third voice said.
“Why the hell would I want to go down on that cheap whore?” Mary asked.
“Cut it out, Mary,” the voice sounding like Jenna said. “We remember how you attended most of her shows like a lovesick puppy. Grace is a hot piece of ass and we all know which way you swing.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Mary snapped.
“I was there when Grace told you she only liked dicks,” Jenna said. “You’re hurt she didn’t remember you today. By the way, groping a customer without permission – especially Ant’s girlfriend? Not a good idea. Don’t be surprised if Ms. Braddock tears into you.”
My mind was reeling. I got hit on a lot before and after my performances, by both men and women. It didn’t bother me, quite the opposite. But for all that, I didn’t fuck around. Sure, I enjoyed sex. However, despite finding a woman’s body sexy, they held no attraction for me. I liked men. And I couldn’t recall turning Mary down. Sadly, she was one face among thousands of would-be lovers.
“She’s not his girlfriend,” Mary muttered under her breath.
“He sure treats her like it,” the third voice said. “Ant is always generous with his lovers, but this was crazy. If the rumors about her debt are true, he just bought her a second time.”
“So you see, Mary,” Jenna said, “Grace is the clever one. I’d spread my legs for that ugly bastard any time he wanted for that kind of royal treatment. He could even fuck me in the ass.”
A dull pain in my hand made me realize I was clutching the doorframe, my fingertips whitening from the strength of my grip.
The third voice chuckled. “I wonder if he’s already rammed hers.”
“I overheard Sheila talking with Ms. Braddock yesterday,” Jenna said. “Sheila saw them at Risqué a few days ago. Word on the street is Ant had Grace coming all over the leather seats.”
“No! Right there, in front of everyone?”
“Sure did. It seems Ant is all over her all the time, and she bends over willingly, taking it like a champ,” Mary said.
The clanking sound of hangers falling on the floor was followed by a muttered curse.
“Wouldn’t you in her shoes?” Jenna asked. “That’s a butt load of credits she owed. That she managed to get him to pay that kind of debt in exchange for riding her is a feat in and of itself. I’d like to know how to get in good with him like that.”
“You’d fuck Mr. Ant?” the third voice said, sounding disgusted.
“Hell yeah, as long as he shows me the money,” Jenna said. Chuckling, she added, “Plus, his body is hot. I’d just picture Caleb’s face instead.”
That was enough. I held onto the wall, wavering. Those bitches needed an earful. I wanted to storm into the room and put them in their place, but I couldn’t – the thought of confrontations made me anxious. My hand slipped down the wall and fell to my side. Head down, I returned to the front of the boutique.
I hated the way they spoke about Anton. Granted, he didn’t have a pretty face, but he wasn’t ugly either… Plus, if you ignored the pet bed, he treated me pretty well. A gentle soul lurked behind his brutish face. If I were honest though, what upset me the most was that some of their comments echoed my own thoughts when I planned on begging for his help. Even if Anton had been a complete douche, I would have spread my legs, taken it like a champ, and begged for seconds to keep him happy.
“Did you find it?” Anton asked when I rejoined him.
I shook my head with a strained smile. “No. I guess it must have dropped somewhere else.”
Anton’s eyes narrowed and he cast a speculative glance at the back of the store. He was a little too perceptive for my liking.
“If it turns up, please have it forwarded to the penthouse, Ms. Braddock,” Anton said.
“Of course, Mr. Myers. I’ll personally make sure of it.”
Without another word, Anton placed his hand on the small of my back and led me out.
