Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Sydney snorts.
“Yeah, but he should have known that before he cheated on you. Those fake tits were huge! They’re Double Hs, at least. What, he couldn’t see them before he took up with her? Does he not have eyes?”
I sigh.
“Listen, Syd. It’s not every day that you meet a man who’s willing to accept you as you are, and at least Anthony does that. Especially because he knows what you and I do for a living, and seems more or less okay with it.”
My friend nods because she’s also a hostess at Club Z, and it’s hard to keep a boyfriend who you’re entertaining other men. As a result, most of the hostesses are single, although quite a few are now dating clients from the club.
Still, Sydney throws me a knowing look.
“Yeah, but this is Anthony Genovese we’re talking about. The one with halitosis that smells like garlic and cigarette smoke mixed together. Vomit.”
I sigh.
“I know it’s not pleasant, but he’s using nicotine patches now, so hopefully, it’s gotten better.”
Sydney shudders.
“Ugh. I can’t imagine what fresh hell it must be to kiss him. Plus, he’s always pale, puffy, and sweaty for no reason. It’s weird. Are you sure he’s not on meth or something? You could do so much better, hon. I mean, look at the guys you’re entertaining at Club Z. There is no bigger contrast than between our clients and Anthony Genovese.”
I sigh because it’s true. Our customers are powerful, handsome billionaires who have the world at their fingertips. Meanwhile, my ex is a scrawny, pale shadow of a soul, even if his dad is the head of the Genovese crime family. But that’s neither here nor there because I’m dating the son, and not the father, although Roman Genovese is a handsome man, all dark power and animal magnetism. But where am I going with this? Disgusted with myself, I put Anthony’s dad out of my mind.
“Tony says he’s changed,” I say in a firm tone. “And I’m meeting him for dinner later this week, so we’ll see. We’re not getting married or anything. It’s just going to be a casual meal, where we feel things out.”
Sydney rolls her pretty brown eyes.
“Well, tell Anthony hi for me. Not,” she quips.
With that, we both burst into laughter. But then, my friend sits up straighter, glancing at the candlesticks again.
“By the way, how did you get those babies of the club? Did you stick them up under your shirt and then waltz out? Or did you put them in your bag?”
I grin at her.
“Please girl. You know I’m more innovative than that. Tossing them in my bag would be too easy.”
She grins.
“What did you do?”
I flutter my lashes.
“Well, it’s complicated. Are you sure you want to know?”
Syd leans forward with eagerness.
“Yes! Tell me!”
I giggle.
“Why, are you going to steal my technique?”
She shakes her head. “No, I could never, but curiosity is getting the best of me here. Seriously Tay, I want to know.”
I laugh before leaning forward to whisper, even though there’s no one else in my apartment. “Well, the truth is, I inserted one candlestick into my ass and the other in my pussy.”
Sydney stares at me, her jaw on the floor.
“OMG. Are you lying? Is that even possible?”
I smirk.
“Nope, it’s the truth, and yes, I was walking funny when I had the two candlesticks buried in my snatch and asshole. Any girl would walk weird if that happened.”
Sydney lets out a low whistle, impressed.
“Holy shit, girlfriend. What are Clay and Casper doing, banishing you to Missouri? If anything, you should be giving a master class to the other hostesses! Holy fuck, that’s so foul.”
I giggle
“I know. Clay and Casper have it all wrong, but what can I do? I’m on a plane two weeks from now. They’re giving me time to clear out my apartment and to put my stuff in storage, but that’s all.”
Syd shakes her head again, brown curls bouncing.
“Man, two weeks is so soon. Do you think they’ll change their minds?”
I shake my head sadly.
“No, I doubt it. They seemed pretty determined, so I guess that’s where I’m headed.”
Syd shakes her head again.
“You’re so bad Taylor, but I have to say that Missouri seems unwarranted. You are a true Club Z girl and I am proud to be your compatriot.”
I grin.
“Thank you. Now, if they’d had a third candlestick, I’m not sure what I would have done. Maybe swallowed it? Or two in my pussy? I don’t know.”
Sydney squeals with glee once more, and our conversation devolves into more gossip and giggles. Still, I can’t help thinking about my punishment because despite what I’ve told my friend, I’m not getting on that plane to Missouri. Hell no, over my dead body. I’m going to find a way to wiggle out of this mess because no one forces Taylor Hass to do things she doesn’t want to do, but the only question is how? I need to buy time, otherwise life’s going to take a turn for the worse.