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remember today by. Come see.”
Leaving the deck of cards on the table, the three of us followed Swell back to the bedroom. Still bound to the bed, Kat was now blindfolded and screaming. “What the fuck did you to do me, you fucking bull dyke?”
I moved in closer and my eyes popped. At the same time, Libby and I burst into mad laughter. We were laughing so hard we were crying.
“What the fuck are you laughing about? Take off this goddamn blindfold, you bitches.”
Swell did as bid. “Oh my fucking god,” shrieked Kat upon making eye contact with her chest.
“Some of my finest work ever,” boasted Swell.
Inked across Kat’s breastbone was one word. Of course, I should have known. With all her tattoos, Pussy’s girlfriend Swell was a tattoo artist.
“I was going to ink “BITCH,” but this is so much better.”
BUTCH. I was laughing so hard I wet my pants.
Kat couldn’t stop shrieking. Libby raised Kat’s cell phone to take a photo.
“Stop it!” wailed Kat.
Too late. CLICK.
“Lib, make sure you e-mail me everything.”
My bestie gave me a thumbs up. After my laughter died down, my eyes clashed with Kat’s.
“What the fuck do you want?” she seethed.
“It’s simple. I want you to leave the country by tomorrow and not come back until Blake and I are married.”
“Is that a threat?” Venom poured from her mouth.
“No, it’s an ultimatum. If I don’t have proof, I’m going to send the footage and photos to your mother. And post it on YouTube and all over Instagram.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“I would.”
Libby chimed in. “And it would be perfect for the new show Blake’s developing— America’s Sexiest Home Videos.
Kat’s mouth dropped open, forming a perfect O.
I shot her a wry smile. Oh, and by the way, if one word of your past with Blake leaks out—Which. I. Know. All. About.—you can count on the same.”
Kitty-Kat was too shocked to say a word. Her wide-opened mouth remained frozen.
Grinning, Libby handed me Kat’s cell phone and I slipped it into a pocket. The four of us pivoted toward the door.
“You’re leaving me here?” Kat called out in a panic.
“I’ll call security shortly. Enjoy your stay at The Beverly Hills Hotel.”
With that, my production staff and I said adieu to my shrieking and cursing nemesis and headed to the Polo Lounge to celebrate a job well done. Our own little wrap party. We couldn’t stop laughing.
Two hours and two bottles of champagne later, an e-mail dinged on my phone. It was from Kat, who must have made her way home. No message. Only an attachment. A round-trip ticket to Rio in her name. The date of return was not till January. A triumphant smile lit my face as I put my cell phone away. Fingers crossed Blake and I wouldn’t be honeymooning there.
A waiter came by, and I took care of the bill.
Fuck the Bitch was a fait accompli.
Chapter 11
Jennifer
W hen I told Blake the story of how I took Kat down, he doubled over in laugher. Then, recovered from his drugging, he gave me an epic fucking that for sure belonged in The Guinness Book of World Records . I had so many orgasms I lost count.
We couldn’t be happier that Kat was out of the picture. But things were no less stressful. In fact, they were more stressful. With the wedding only a month away, Enid was in panic mode. In addition to losing Kat, Jeffrey, the receptionist, quit on her. Little did she know he was starting up his own event planning business and had stolen her list of “preferred” vendors. I knew this from Chaz, who now was dating Jeffrey. It was hot and heavy and I was so happy for him.
I spoke to my mom everyday. Dad was doing great. Except he’d become a little bit of a kvetch, complaining constantly about how slowly my mother drove. She begged Blake and me to go to Boise for Thanksgiving, but as much I wanted to, I couldn’t. In addition to catching up on my crazy workload (which I was frantically trying to wrap up before the wedding), there were so
Leaving the deck of cards on the table, the three of us followed Swell back to the bedroom. Still bound to the bed, Kat was now blindfolded and screaming. “What the fuck did you to do me, you fucking bull dyke?”
I moved in closer and my eyes popped. At the same time, Libby and I burst into mad laughter. We were laughing so hard we were crying.
“What the fuck are you laughing about? Take off this goddamn blindfold, you bitches.”
Swell did as bid. “Oh my fucking god,” shrieked Kat upon making eye contact with her chest.
“Some of my finest work ever,” boasted Swell.
Inked across Kat’s breastbone was one word. Of course, I should have known. With all her tattoos, Pussy’s girlfriend Swell was a tattoo artist.
“I was going to ink “BITCH,” but this is so much better.”
BUTCH. I was laughing so hard I wet my pants.
Kat couldn’t stop shrieking. Libby raised Kat’s cell phone to take a photo.
“Stop it!” wailed Kat.
Too late. CLICK.
“Lib, make sure you e-mail me everything.”
My bestie gave me a thumbs up. After my laughter died down, my eyes clashed with Kat’s.
“What the fuck do you want?” she seethed.
“It’s simple. I want you to leave the country by tomorrow and not come back until Blake and I are married.”
“Is that a threat?” Venom poured from her mouth.
“No, it’s an ultimatum. If I don’t have proof, I’m going to send the footage and photos to your mother. And post it on YouTube and all over Instagram.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“I would.”
Libby chimed in. “And it would be perfect for the new show Blake’s developing— America’s Sexiest Home Videos.
Kat’s mouth dropped open, forming a perfect O.
I shot her a wry smile. Oh, and by the way, if one word of your past with Blake leaks out—Which. I. Know. All. About.—you can count on the same.”
Kitty-Kat was too shocked to say a word. Her wide-opened mouth remained frozen.
Grinning, Libby handed me Kat’s cell phone and I slipped it into a pocket. The four of us pivoted toward the door.
“You’re leaving me here?” Kat called out in a panic.
“I’ll call security shortly. Enjoy your stay at The Beverly Hills Hotel.”
With that, my production staff and I said adieu to my shrieking and cursing nemesis and headed to the Polo Lounge to celebrate a job well done. Our own little wrap party. We couldn’t stop laughing.
Two hours and two bottles of champagne later, an e-mail dinged on my phone. It was from Kat, who must have made her way home. No message. Only an attachment. A round-trip ticket to Rio in her name. The date of return was not till January. A triumphant smile lit my face as I put my cell phone away. Fingers crossed Blake and I wouldn’t be honeymooning there.
A waiter came by, and I took care of the bill.
Fuck the Bitch was a fait accompli.
Chapter 11
Jennifer
W hen I told Blake the story of how I took Kat down, he doubled over in laugher. Then, recovered from his drugging, he gave me an epic fucking that for sure belonged in The Guinness Book of World Records . I had so many orgasms I lost count.
We couldn’t be happier that Kat was out of the picture. But things were no less stressful. In fact, they were more stressful. With the wedding only a month away, Enid was in panic mode. In addition to losing Kat, Jeffrey, the receptionist, quit on her. Little did she know he was starting up his own event planning business and had stolen her list of “preferred” vendors. I knew this from Chaz, who now was dating Jeffrey. It was hot and heavy and I was so happy for him.
I spoke to my mom everyday. Dad was doing great. Except he’d become a little bit of a kvetch, complaining constantly about how slowly my mother drove. She begged Blake and me to go to Boise for Thanksgiving, but as much I wanted to, I couldn’t. In addition to catching up on my crazy workload (which I was frantically trying to wrap up before the wedding), there were so
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