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I slip into the next room and get sick.
Chapter Nineteen
~ELIZABETH~
I see Loveless's big, brown eyes, and I see her swallow, like it hurts to even think about. Juniper squeezes her arm and Loveless's mouth flattens. Juniper says, “Maybe we shouldn't talk about this.”
Loveless shakes her head. “Scarlett should know.”
“If you think.”
And I can't hold it in anymore. “Are you talking about the girl who disappeared?”
They both freeze. I watch as their mouths curve down in unison. Juniper nods. Loveless says, “Yeah. She was my next-door-neighbor. Sarabelle. I trained her when she started. Three years ago, I think.” She opens her mouth, like there's so much more she wants to say, but in the end she just shakes her head. “We’re praying for her.”
“It makes me furious,” Juniper says.
“Me, too, but here's the thing, Scarlett. You need to know a girl disappeared from here. I don't know if Richard told you but I'm the Head Girl and I want you to know. If you ever feel uncomfortable around any man, or something happens that doesn't seem right, you need to let me know.”
I nod.
“Probably best not to bring it up,” Juniper advises me. “We miss her, some of us more than others, but we're family here, so it's a hole in all our hearts.”
“I'm sorry to hear about it,” I say as we reach the punching bags. “But, uh, what does—uh, was it Hunter?” They nod. “What does Hunter have to do with this?”
“He was the last one to have her,” Juniper says with one eyebrow raised.
*
The next morning, when I eat with Juniper, Marie V., and Loveless, all I can think about is Hunter and whatever happened here, with Sarabelle. I'm disappointed when the subject doesn't come up again over breakfast, and I tell myself that's crazy. I should be glad no one's talking about Hunter. Just like I should be glad he doesn't come here to see the escorts anymore. I'm not glad about the reason he's staying away, but I'm glad I won't run into him.
Juniper has today off, at least until four, so she shows me all around the place and I learn a little more about Marchant. Rachelle and him have had a thing since college, and everyone used to think it would be just a matter of time before they wound up in bed together.
"But they use restraint," Juniper says. "I'm not sure who they fuck. Marchant seems positively virginal when he’s out here, although I know he must get most of his pussy in the city. Rachelle is different. I really think she's sworn it off. I'm not sure how. Orgasms are the best thing in the whole wide world. Don't you think so?"
I blush, but I'm proud that I can manage a response. "They are."
"So tell me how it is that you're a virgin, darling? Just never met the right one?" I think about Hunter and feel my cheeks and throat color again.
"Yeah. Just haven't found the right one."
"Well Mr. Right will pay you rather handsomely I'd bet. In fact," she laughs, "we're all betting. I'm putting my money on a randy bidder for those long legs of yours."
I smile, feeling warmed by her compliment. "I've never heard anyone use the word 'randy.'"
"I bet you've never had a lesson on deep-throating, either, am I right?"
We're en route to one of 'the rooms', and I've been wondering exactly what we'll do. Hearing this, I nearly fall flat on my face.
Juniper smirks. "I guess you do have virgin ears, but a virgin throat?" She shakes her head. "No more. No worries, though, you're learning from the best." She gestures to herself. "Men pay thousands for this throat. It's not as unpleasant as you might expect either, if you know what you’re doing."
"So you're my sex teacher?"
She winks. "Anything you want."
"Does that mean I'm supposed to...give the winner a blow job?”
"No, not at all. But Richard felt you might appreciate some bonus lessons, for whoever might be Mr. Scarlett one day, or boyfriend of Scarlett." She smiles. "If it weren't for this, you'd be with Brenda all day, and that's not good, I'm afraid."
