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stay on my hands and knees, displaying submission and hoping not to give Roberto a last clear look at my painted face. When I turn to be sure they’re gone, I see him hugging her as they leave through the passage to the bar. He’s carrying his clothes under one arm. She has none to carry. On her left butt cheek there’s a tattoo of a rose.
    I recognize it. I saw it at the courthouse. She’s the client who showed up for her preliminary hearing in jeans with the seat torn and nothing covering the exposed half of her ass but the tattoo.
    My stomach flips with a new dose of terror. Does she know who I am? Did Roberto? I look through the glass walls. From the wrinkles in my hotshot’s withered expression, I know these reactions of mine are the icing on his voyeuristic cake.
    My fear is what he’s paid to see. I’ve shown him how much I’ll do for his money, how true a whore I am.
    His lips move. I can’t hear what he’s saying. His nurse wheels him from the glass rooms.

Chapter Sixteen Tethered
    I leave the glass rooms and walk through the scaled-down version of the Torch Lounge. Roberto and the other whore are having their drinks are at the end of the bar beside the eternally playing piano. He’s talking, she’s pretending to be amused. They’re naked. From the professional way she’s paying attention to him, I bet she thinks he’s the guy with the money.
    The stylist-topless bartender brings them fresh drinks.
    I ignore them and leave. I’m entirely naked. The handsome young crewman isn’t around to see the show. On the top deck I cross the empty open-air bar, uncork an expensive bottle of wine, and head for my room. The night air feels soft on my skin. If I looked from under the awning, I’d probably see a net of stars. I don’t bother.
    When I open the door to my master suite, I hear the soft beeping of my hotshot’s monitor. Lights are on. He’s in his wheelchair beside my bed. His nurse sits on a chair against the far wall, knees together, hands holding a paperback book she seems to be reading, face straight.
    He says, “You did wonderfully.”
    I ask, “Worth a Monet?”
    He says, “A Picasso.”
    I stand still for him, letting his bleary eyes drink me. I wonder what, if anything, stirs in his body. I say, “I’m glad you were entertained, but I don’t feel I’ve given you your money’s worth.”
    His monitor beeps faster. The nurse glances up from her book. A horny man lives inside his old carcass.
    He says, “I’m afraid it’s not possible.”
    I say, “Let me refresh myself, and we’ll see.” I pour a glass of wine, leave the bottle on the bedside table, and head for the bathroom. I use cold cream to wash the paint off my face, take off my feather necklace and earrings, and step in the shower.
    The hot water feels great, but I don’t feel the need to stay under it for long. Roberto didn’t work me hard. I douche his cum out of me. A Plan B pill waits in a silver dish on the vanity. I swallow it with a mouthful of the splendid wine.
    My hotshot hasn’t moved. He seems agitated. I drop my towel. My body is fresher, the scent and feel of the other man washed away.
    I say, “I can please you, if your heart can take it.”
    He says, “My heart will manage, whatever this fucking beeper thinks. I still do more work than most men.” To the nurse, he says, “Ms. Masterson, assist me, please.”
    She undresses him and arranges him under the covers. He’s wearing nothing but silk boxers.
    My part is to let his eyes rove me. His ribs show distinctly under thin skin. His legs are mostly bone. A black band around his chest holds a white plastic box in place over his heart.
    The nurse plumps his pillow, picks up her book, and starts to leave. He says, “Ms. Masterson, one more thing, please.”
    I wonder if I’m going to do a threesome with an invalid and an RN. He tells me, “It isn’t fair for me to be only one restricted in my movements.”
    I think, What does a rich man know of