Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Jilly and Scott gaped at her while Sasha giggled. Sometimes, it was hard to know whether what Mrs. Yards said was actually true or not.
“I could teach you how to use a flogger if you like, dearie,” she offered.
“Thanks, Mrs. Y. That would no doubt come in handy.” Although Jilly couldn’t imagine how. “But the truth is, I can’t dance. Plus, Scott is right, I can barely show off my ankle in the middle of summer so how, would I show . . . show . . .”
“Your boobs?” Sasha asked dryly. “It’s easy after a while. You haven’t got anything against stripping, have you?”
“What? No! Of course not. What you choose to do with your body is your choice. But I just don’t think I can do it. I’d probably fall on my face and show everyone my hoo-ha.”
“Well, that would be a way to get good tips,” Mrs. Y said.
She wasn’t joking.
“Seriously, I could teach you some moves.” Sasha leaned forward. “And I think you’d be better than you think you are. It’s really just like acting. You’re pretending to be someone else. You’re playing a role.”
Right . . . she could understand that.
“But pretending to be someone else isn’t always that easy. And what about the fact that I’m not very good-looking?”
They all stared at her.
“Not good-looking?” Sasha asked. “Didn’t I just tell you that you’re a knock-out? With the right outfit and makeup, you’ll be a huge hit.”
It was nice of her to say . . . but Jilly still didn’t believe it.
“Oh, I could help with the outfits!” Dan said. “You can fit into some of my Madam Dangerfield outfits. We’re about the same size.”
Jilly looked down at her boobs and hips, then over to Dan’s lack of boobs and hips.
“Sweetie, you know I pad when I’m on stage.” Dan put his hand on his hip, cocking it as he grinned at her. “I can help with moves and your stage presence too.”
“What if someone sees me? It’s not that I think there’s anything wrong with stripping, but . . . my job . . . if Margaret found out, she’d do everything she could to get me fired. And then there’s my mother. She wouldn’t understand, either. She can be very conservative.”
“Anne needs to relax a bit,” Mrs. Yards said. “Get her knickers untwisted.”
“A mystery dancer.” Sasha snapped her fingers. “I think I could get my boss to go for it.”
“Really? I thought your boss was a complete sleaze and jerk,” Jilly said.
“Oh, not Carlos. He disappeared. There are some rumors that he pissed off the wrong people and they killed him. His nephew has taken over. He’s only been in charge a few weeks but already things have improved. Santé actually hired bouncers who take care of us, rather than forcing . . . you know what? I reckon he’ll go for it.”
Forcing? Had someone been forcing Sasha to do things she didn’t want to do? Jilly stared at her friend. “Are you all right?”
Sasha smiled. It didn’t really reach her eyes, though.
“I’m fine. And I swear, I wouldn’t suggest this if I didn’t think you would be safe. Santé really does make sure we’re safe and I think he’ll dig the idea of a mysterious dancer. Someone people can look at but not touch. Although the tips won’t be as good, it will take you longer to pay off all these bills. Lap dances are where the money is at.”
“I don’t think I could handle lap dances.”
She wasn’t sure she could handle any of this. She already felt like she might throw up and they were only talking about it.
“Yeah, I figured.”
A secret disguise. Dancing. Stripping. It was all crazy.
“I can’t do it. There’s got to be another way.”
There just had to be.
1
Wilder slid his hand along my thigh, cupping my mound while Levi sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I arched up, letting out a small cry of pleasure.
It was too much.
And yet I wasn’t protesting . . . because I was greedy and wanted more.
I wanted them both to take me. Hard and fast. To call me their good girl.
To fuck me like I belonged to them.
Wilder pressed two fingers deep inside me—
“Jillian!”
Jilly frowned as a voice pulled her from her story. Ignoring them, she kept reading.
“You want this, don’t you, Blaire?” Wilder asked. “You want us to fuck you, to own you. I’m going to fuck this pussy bare while Levi takes your ass.”
“Are you listening to me?”
No, she wasn’t listening. She was Blaire . . . and she was about to get thoroughly fucked. So would whoever was talking just . . . just go away?
Wilder rolled onto his back and then grabbed me around the hips, pulling me over him.
“Jillian! You need to put that book down and pay attention.”