Page 34 of Trusting Easton


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“Slow night?” he asks, stopping next to the counter.

She shrugs. “A few of the regulars. That’s about it.”

“This is Nova,” he says, pointing at me. “She’s going to be training with you.”

The girl leans over the counter, looking me up and down. “How old are you?

“She’s 19,” Vince snaps. “And don’t you be asking her again.”

The girl nods and looks away.

“I’m gonna go talk to her in my office. You got any appointments tonight?”

“I’ve got one at nine.”

“Good. She can train with you then.”

“Wait, I didn’t agree to take the job,” I say to Vince. “Actually, I don’t think I want it.”

He turns to me. “Johnny wants you to take it. He’s the one who set this up.”

“It pays really well,” the girl at the counter says. “And you get a discount on the lotions.” She points to the bottles of lotion lined up on the shelves against the wall. “You want to try one?” She grabs a bottle from under the counter and offers it to me.

“No thanks,” I tell her.

“Let’s go,” Vince says. “I’m meeting my wife at 9 and she gets furious when I’m not on time.”

He has a wife? I didn’t think he was married. He isn’t wearing a ring, and the way he looked at me when I got to the restaurant is not how a married man should be looking at someone who’s not his wife.

Vince takes me to a small office in the back. There’s a stack of boxes along the wall, labeled with the name of the lotion from out front.

“Is that what I’ll be selling?” I ask, pointing to the boxes.

He smiles a little, his eyes darkening as he walks up to me. I’m sitting in the chair across from the desk, my heart racing as I realize I should’ve believed what my gut was telling me.

My gut knew what this was, what he wanted me to do. I just didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to believe my dad would do this to me. I wanted to believe some part of him loved me and cared about me.

But he doesn’t. To him, I’m just another way to make money.

9

Nova

“On your knees,”Vince orders as he undoes his belt.

“I thought we were—”

“You can stop pretending. We both know what this is.” He unzips his pants and takes his cock out, stroking it. “On your knees.” He grins. “Show me you can do the job.”

“I don’t want it.” I jump up and try to go around him, but he grabs me and pushes me to the floor.

“You do what I say, you little bitch, or you’re gonna end up on the streets, gettingforcedto do this instead of getting paid.” He grabs a chunk of my hair and yanks my head toward his cock. “Do it! Hurry up!”

My stomach churns and I feel something burning my throat. I could punch him in the balls, which might cause him enough pain to let go of me, giving me enough time to get out of here.

“What the hell are you waiting for?” Vince yells.

I make a fist, but before I can hit him, my stomach takes over, disposing its contents all over Vince.

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