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She grins. “I’m a student. I'm studying at a distance, and later I'll probably also teach that way. But this has been my job for seven years.”
My eyes widen, and she nods. “I'm an expert in the field of cock and balls.”
Now it's my turn to crack up. We're both smiling when we get to Loveless's room.
She comes out in turquoise tights, an orange sports bra, and high-top trainers, looking like a model for sports clothes. As she turns to lock her door, she looks over her shoulder.
“I can't wait to get to know you. We haven’t had any new blood in months.”
“Druscilla,” Juniper reminds her.
“That girl's as exciting as a roll of toilet paper.”
Juniper elbows Loveless. "A soft, sweet roll."
“True,” Loveless says. “But Scarlett, she's got secrets."
I laugh, though my heart is in my throat. “Secrets?” I shake my head. “I'm afraid I'm an open book.”
But Juniper nods. “Richard hasn't told us anything about you. I mean, flat-out nothing. You're shrouded in mystery.”
“Am I?”
“Well, a few of us know you want to keep everything quiet,” Loveless says.
I chew my lip. “Wow. I didn't realize Richard had discussed me with anyone else.”
“Just Loveless and Rachelle,” Juniper tells me. “Rach is the manager here, as I'm sure you know, and Loveless is the Head Girl." I arch a brow, and they both laugh. "We try to keep it light," Loveless says. "And I do give mean head."
I blush, and Juniper says, "You will, too, before it's over. We'll teach you."
When my eyes widen, she says, "Don't worry. We'll use a dildo."
Loveless nods as I try to get my face to return to its regular color. "A big, blue dildo. You've got a whole box of treasures waiting in your room. But we can talk about the sexin' later. For now, we want to hear more about you."
My stomach flips, and I hate myself for it. For being so un-smooth. I'm in my twenties now. I should be more confident. Less afraid of what everyone thinks. After firing off a quick, sarcastic thank you to my Mom, who's got to be the source of my perpetual fear of others' judgments, I sigh. “What do you want to know?”
“Where are you from?” Juniper asks.
Seeing no reason to lie, I say, “I'm from California.”
“Wouldn't be the Napa Valley area, would it?” Loveless asks me. She's wiggling her eyebrows.
I gape, truly taken aback, and they eagle-eye me.
I quickly pull it together, feeling a little more confident as we file into a stairwell. “Why do you ask?”
“No reason,” Juniper says. “We've got one of those Superman kind of clients. Loveless and a few of the other girls are half in love with him. Quite pathetic, really.”
“I am not,” Loveless says defensively. “He's just a mystery. Well, he was," she says, looking troubled.
“Who is he?” I ask, trying maybe too hard to be one of the girls. Honestly the thought of any client scares the poo out of me..
Loveless looks over her shoulder, casual as can be. “His name is Hunter.”
“Hunter.” I barely have enough air in my lungs to get the word out; I'm slayed by the image of Hunter locked around beautiful Loveless.
“We should go by first name only,” Juniper interjects. “Privacy,” she tells me with her brows arched. “Hunter's been a client here for years, but he mainly just sees Sarabelle, Loveless, and Marie V.”
