Page 1 of My Five Daddies

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Tori

“Holy shit, Tori, you look hot.”

I stare at myself in the mirror with a slight frown. “You mean, I look like ahooker.”

Cara grins at me and drapes herself over my shoulder. “Samething.”

I smile despite myself and shrug her off. “Seriously though. I don’t haveto…”

“Fuck anyone?” Cara makes a face. “Do you seriously think I’m ahooker?”

“No,” I say quickly. “I mean, it’sjust—“

“Relax,” Cara says, grinning and flopping down on my bed. “It’s totally fine. I get that you’renervous.”

I take a deep breath and let it out, turning back to the mirror. I’m wearing a dangerously low-cut black top that shows off my arms and stomach and tight black shorts. A pair of black heels are propped up by the door, although I can’t bring myself to think about those just yet. Cara did my hair and makeup, basically painting it on, making me look like I’m begging for attention. Which is the point, Iguess.

I feel uncomfortable, but I get it. I know why she’s putting me in all this. “I guess I do look kind of good,” Isay.

“You do,” she confirms. “And seriously, Tori. You don’t have to fuck anyone. I mean, unless you wantto.”

I shoot her a look. “Cara.”

She grins and makes a face. “What? I’m just saying. Some girls do it, and hey, I don’tjudge.”

“I won’t be fucking anyone,thanks.”

“Suit yourself. I don’t either, but I hear the money’sinsane.”

“From what you tell me, the money’s pretty crazy without thesex.”

“That’s very true.” She stretches and stands up. “Listen, thanks again for doing this. My mom’s been on my ass about visiting my sister and her stupid new baby for like two monthsnow.”

“You mean your niece,” Isay.

“Niece, sure, whatever.” She sighs and stands up. “I wouldn’t be going if she hadn’t bought theticket.”

“Why? I mean, I know you don’t get along with yoursister.”

“She’s a bitch,” Cara says simply. “Mostly though her husband hits on me and I don’t love babies. I didn’t get the maternal instant, orwhatever.”

I laugh and look back into the mirror. “Well, I hope it goesokay.”

“Yeah, me too.” She comes up behind me again. “You’re gonna be great, okay? Just stay relaxed, smile a lot, and flirt back. The guys won’t touch you, they know better. Well, most of themdo.”

I turn back to look at her. “Most of them? What do youmean?”

She waves as she heads to the door. “Don’t worry, Roger will take care of you. Anyway, I gotta go. Make sure you wear the shoes, and smile.Okay?”

I sigh, frustrated. “Yeah,okay.”

“Love you, bitch,” she says in her more Kim Kardashianvoice.

“Love you too,” I mumble, looking back in themirror.

I hear the door shut behind her as she heads out, and the nerves come creeping back in. I don’t think I can do this honestly. I have no clue why I accepted, but it’s way too late for that. My shift starts in a half hour, and I need to get going soon if I’m going to be ontime.

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