“Ten grand?” My jaw dropped.
“But we’re not meant to sleep with the guys. And I don’t really, I’ve only done it once. And let’s just say he was a very famous actor that you would know. A-LIST.”
“Oh my gosh, who?”
“I had to sign a form.” She made a face. “So I can’t really talk about it.”
“Oh, that sucks.”
“But trust me,” she grinned, “you would know. And let’s just say he was kinky.”
“Oh my gosh. I’m dying to know who it was!”
“I know. I know. I wish I’d never signed that nondisclosure form. But I’ll give you a hint.”
“Okay.”
“Think A list star.”
“Okay.”
“In one of the best movies of the last ten years.”
“That doesn’t really narrow it down much,” I chuckled.
“Also think Ferrari.”
“Um okay.”
“And,” she winked.
“Yeah?”
“Champagne,” she pronounced it with a French accent.
“Champagne, like champagne?”
“Yes, but who says champagne?”
“Champagne?” I said. “The French?”
“Uh huh,” she nodded.
“Oh, so a French movie star. Is that what you’re saying?”
“I cannot say any more than that. He may or may not be foreign, though.”
“He’s not French,” the blonde said, rolling her eyes. “Really, Hannah? Those clues made no sense.”
“You know who it was?” I asked in surprise.
“Of course,” she grinned. “I was at the same party. In fact, he offered to pay double for a threesome, but Hannah and I, we don’t want to have a threesome. We see each other’s naked bodies far too much to be turned on by each other.”
“Oh, okay.”
“But standard is fifteen hundred for a blow job. A thousand for a hand job.” The blonde shrugged. “Sometimes it’s negotiable.”
“Oh. And if you let them fuck your titties, you can get two grand.” Hannah said.
“I’m not going to do that. I thought this job was …”
“You didn’t think this job was all about the sex and your hot body?” The blonde rolled her eyes. “Really?”
“I mean, no, I thought it was more innocent. I …”
“Aw, you were born yesterday, weren’t you?” Hannah said with a giggle. “Hey, don’t worry. We’ll be here with you. And if there’s anything that you feel like you don’t like, or it’s making you uncomfortable, just let us know. Like the guys aren’t meant to touch you. And if any of the guy’s are creeping you out, you let me know,” Hannah said. “I took many self-defense classes and I have a black belt in karate. So I got you, girl.”
“Thank you.” I smiled. “So what am I meant to wear?”
“You see that outfit over there?” I looked to the corner of the room and shook my head.
“No, all I see is some tassels on the table.”
“That’s your outfit.”
“What?” My jaw dropped. “No way. Really?”
She grinned. “Yeah. You’re popping out of a cake. You’re not going to be wearing overalls.”
“I thought I’d be wearing a bikini or something.”
“That’s not sexy. You wear those tassels. They have a special suction cup that goes over your nipples. So at least those won’t be showing.”
“Oh, yay,” I said, feeling nervous again. “And what am I wearing down below?”
“You have a black thong?”
“I can’t remember what underwear I put on today.”
“Oh, well we have some spare ones if you don’t have any, but you wear a black thong. High V.”
“So I’m popping out of the cake in a black thong and tassels over my breasts?”
“Yep, and you’re going to shake those beauties.” They grinned at me.
“Oh my gosh. What have I gotten myself into?”
“I mean, there has to have been a reason why you took this job right?” Hannah asked me. “Most people don’t get into this line of work unless they need the money.”
“Yeah.” I thought about Dylan McAllister and his asshole ways. “I mean, I do have a job, but I’m trying to leave it as soon as possible.”
“Oh. So you’re saving money?”
“Yeah, I have a lot of debt from college and credit cards and …” I sighed. “You know how it goes.”
“Trust me. I know.” The blonde nodded. “I have a master’s degree in veterinary science. This is not what I thought I’d be doing.”
“Wow.” Never in a million years would I have thought she was a vet. “How long have you been doing this job?”
“Two years.” She grinned. “But I want to buy myself a condo in the Upper West Side. So,” she shrugged, “I figured I’ll do it as long as I have to.”
“Oh, wow. I don’t think I’ll be able to do it that long, but you know …”
“It’ll be fine.” Hannah looked at her watch. “Well, we don’t have much time left. We have to get to the party soon.”
“It’s just a couple of blocks away, right?”
“Yep. Some dude’s getting married, and we’re going to get him off before his wedding day.”
“Oh, I feel so bad for his fiancée.”
Hannah shrugged. “I mean, I do too, but hey, it’s not like she’s our friend or anything.”
“That’s true. Even though my best friend, Isabella, is going to be getting married soon. And I know she’d be pissed if her fiancé, Jack, had women like us at his bachelor party.”
“Well, let’s just hope that he doesn’t.”
“Yeah.” I chewed on my lower lip. “I guess I’ll have to ask her about that.”
“Well don’t worry,” Hannah said. “Tonight we’re dancing for Kent and his friends. No Jack in sight.”
Chapter 21
Abby
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The cake was hot, and I felt claustrophobic. My black thong was cutting into my ass, and I felt like crying. What was I doing here? I could barely move, and the only sounds I could hear were muffled. The music was loud, and I could hear men laughing and talking, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. I had no idea how I was supposed to know when to pop out of the cake, but I figured Hannah and the blonde would let me know.
I still wasn’t sure what the blonde’s name was; she hadn’t told me and I hadn’t asked. She and Hannah were very different from my friends and me in every way. I didn’t dislike them, but their sense of humor was slightly off to me. I was grateful that they’d given me three shots of tequila before I’d gotten into the cake, but the combination of alcohol, heat, and lack of fresh air was making me woozy and tired. My muscles also felt achy and stiff. If Mr. McAllister thought I’d been walking funny yesterday, then he was really going to think I was walking funny tomorrow.