thought about how I was puking the dinner he’d paid for after we had rolled out of bed.
Once under the spray of scalding water, I tried as hard as I could to scrub every trace of Tubby from my flesh. By the time I turned off the shower, I was honestly surprised I had any skin left. If only I could’ve found a way to bleach the memory from my brain.
As quickly as possible, I brushed my teeth, reapplied my makeup, pinned up my wet hair, and secured the fluffy, blonde wig back into place. I searched the reflection in the mirror for even the slightest hint of Lisa but came up empty.
I took a series of deep breaths in a futile attempt to control the residual anxiety. With only a few minutes to spare, I had to jog through the back hallways to get to the room where my last client of the night waited. Just one more, and then I could go home and cry. Just one more, and then I could figure out a way to let go of Carter.
Knowing the night couldn’t get any worse, I shook out my hands and straightened my spine and tried to channel Lisa. When the door opened, I thanked God when I found a tall, muscular man standing across the room with his back to me. Faking it with him wouldn’t be easy in my current state, but hopefully, I could get through it without getting physically ill again.
“Well, aren’t you a fine hunk of man?” I purred. “I’m Lisa. What’s your pleasure tonight?” Just one more guy, just one more guy, just one more guy. I could do it. If Lisa could do it, then so could I.
A stray cannonball must have blown through the wall and crashed into me. That’s the only logical explanation I could come up with for the crater that suddenly appeared in my chest the moment my client turned around.
Silence seemed to stretch on for so long that I expected the buzzer to sound at any moment. When I caught a glimpse of the clock, it’d only been about forty seconds. He examined me closely, as if trying to put together a puzzle with a missing piece. When the confusion in his eyes faded, his gaze hardened. I was sure I was going to throw up again.
He was the first to speak. “You’re a whore?” His voice was eerily steady and tense. It was as if he was trying to take an explosion and contain it in a space a fraction of its original size. His eyes were narrow, and I could have sworn I heard his teeth grinding from across the room.
The shock that had stilled me in place finally dissipated, but the pain in my chest didn’t abate. His accusation hurt, even though it was the truth, and Lisa finally came to my rescue. “You’re a pervert?” I threw back at him.
“No.”
“You’re getting married tomorrow?” For the first time ever, I considered walking away from a client. I knew my employer’s unspoken rule: you walk away from a client, you walk away from a job. The only exception was when the client was being abusive or was excessively inebriated. Unfortunately, lying, cheating, heartbreaking neighbors didn’t count.
Heartbreaking? Yes, heartbreaking. Who was I trying to kid?
“Of course I’m not.”
“My final client of the evening is the bachelor boy from the party going on out there!” In a fit of anger, I stabbed the air to my right, even though the main floor was behind where I stood.
He paused a moment before he responded. “He had a flash of conscious, so I volunteered to take his place.”
That hurt worse. “Fuck! I knew you were too good to be true, and I fell for it anyway.”
“You’re one to talk. How many dicks have you had inside of you since I left your bed a few hours ago?”
Totally losing my shit, I hauled back and slapped him. “I told you you’d regret it. I told you over and over again I couldn’t be with you, but you just kept pushing!” With everything else I was feeling, the sting in my palm was barely noticeable.
He stood still except for rubbing the red handprint on his cheek. I barely took a breath before letting loose on him again. “I guess you didn’t get
Once under the spray of scalding water, I tried as hard as I could to scrub every trace of Tubby from my flesh. By the time I turned off the shower, I was honestly surprised I had any skin left. If only I could’ve found a way to bleach the memory from my brain.
As quickly as possible, I brushed my teeth, reapplied my makeup, pinned up my wet hair, and secured the fluffy, blonde wig back into place. I searched the reflection in the mirror for even the slightest hint of Lisa but came up empty.
I took a series of deep breaths in a futile attempt to control the residual anxiety. With only a few minutes to spare, I had to jog through the back hallways to get to the room where my last client of the night waited. Just one more, and then I could go home and cry. Just one more, and then I could figure out a way to let go of Carter.
Knowing the night couldn’t get any worse, I shook out my hands and straightened my spine and tried to channel Lisa. When the door opened, I thanked God when I found a tall, muscular man standing across the room with his back to me. Faking it with him wouldn’t be easy in my current state, but hopefully, I could get through it without getting physically ill again.
“Well, aren’t you a fine hunk of man?” I purred. “I’m Lisa. What’s your pleasure tonight?” Just one more guy, just one more guy, just one more guy. I could do it. If Lisa could do it, then so could I.
A stray cannonball must have blown through the wall and crashed into me. That’s the only logical explanation I could come up with for the crater that suddenly appeared in my chest the moment my client turned around.
Silence seemed to stretch on for so long that I expected the buzzer to sound at any moment. When I caught a glimpse of the clock, it’d only been about forty seconds. He examined me closely, as if trying to put together a puzzle with a missing piece. When the confusion in his eyes faded, his gaze hardened. I was sure I was going to throw up again.
He was the first to speak. “You’re a whore?” His voice was eerily steady and tense. It was as if he was trying to take an explosion and contain it in a space a fraction of its original size. His eyes were narrow, and I could have sworn I heard his teeth grinding from across the room.
The shock that had stilled me in place finally dissipated, but the pain in my chest didn’t abate. His accusation hurt, even though it was the truth, and Lisa finally came to my rescue. “You’re a pervert?” I threw back at him.
“No.”
“You’re getting married tomorrow?” For the first time ever, I considered walking away from a client. I knew my employer’s unspoken rule: you walk away from a client, you walk away from a job. The only exception was when the client was being abusive or was excessively inebriated. Unfortunately, lying, cheating, heartbreaking neighbors didn’t count.
Heartbreaking? Yes, heartbreaking. Who was I trying to kid?
“Of course I’m not.”
“My final client of the evening is the bachelor boy from the party going on out there!” In a fit of anger, I stabbed the air to my right, even though the main floor was behind where I stood.
He paused a moment before he responded. “He had a flash of conscious, so I volunteered to take his place.”
That hurt worse. “Fuck! I knew you were too good to be true, and I fell for it anyway.”
“You’re one to talk. How many dicks have you had inside of you since I left your bed a few hours ago?”
Totally losing my shit, I hauled back and slapped him. “I told you you’d regret it. I told you over and over again I couldn’t be with you, but you just kept pushing!” With everything else I was feeling, the sting in my palm was barely noticeable.
He stood still except for rubbing the red handprint on his cheek. I barely took a breath before letting loose on him again. “I guess you didn’t get
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