Page 3 of The Power Play

Of course, I didn’t let that ruin my night and ended up calling a couple other cam girls I’m close with to go out, found a hot guy, fucked him, and moved on like I always do. I never told Chandler the details and since it’s been a couple weeks, she’s been dying to get it out of me, but I’ve avoided the questions as best I can. The woman can be relentless, though.

Audrey: Who? Never heard of him.

Chandler: Bitch, I am going to kidnap you and force you to tell me.

Audrey: Sounds fun, I could be into some primal play with you *tongue out emoji*

Chandler: You will tell me what happened!

Audrey: I will…eventually. Goodnight, love you!

I really do need to tell her. We are best friends and don’t hide anything from each other. While it’s not like I’m really trying tohidethis from her. I really just don’t feel like it’s important enough to talk about. I’ll avoid Mann whenever we run into each other at the arena, and I never have to interact with him.Ever.

Even though Chandler is the luckiest woman alive to have three amazing, hot NHL players, I have figured out that I do not want to date one myself. Maybe, I’ll go for something more professional, like a lawyer. Or I’ll go completely opposite and date a felon.Oh, how about a felonandhis attorney. I can have my own collection of men.Yeah, that’s the idea.

That also sounds like a lot of work. I don’t even want a relationship withoneguy, let alone two or three. This is why I’m content living the life I am. I love my job and my friends. When I need a release from more than just my hand or a toy, I find a guy to get it done and then don’t talk to him again. It’s worked perfectly for me up until this point, why should I change a thing?

The next morning,I’m sitting on the couch writing down some show ideas because I need to write it all out or I’ll forget. Also, it can help with planning anything I may need to buy or if I have to move my set up. I have some ideas for cooking shows, fleshing out ideas for the hockey shows, I’m even trying to work out an outdoor show. It won’t be crazy, just out in my backyard, but I can make it seem like it’s a lot more exposed than it really is.

My front door swings open and I sigh, swinging my head over to watch Chandler stroll in and plop herself on the couch next to me.

“I need to take your key back,” I tell her with a fake scowl.

“You’d never take that away from me,” she holds her keys to her chest like I’m about to rip them away. “What are you doing?”

“Planning some shows, what are you doing and why aren’t you getting dicked down six ways to Sunday since it’s…well, since it’s Sunday.”

“Haha, hilarious. The guys are at practice, and I missed my best friend.”

“You don’t miss me when you’re in the middle of a foursome.” I look at her sideways as she tosses a pillow at my face laughing.

“You’re right. I don’t even remember my own name during those.”

I sigh dreamily, “I want your life.”

“You say that until you’re actually living with three men. I love them, butfuckcan it be a lot. Especially since Matt still is a pain in the ass.”

“I don’t think that will ever change, but you love it.”

She shrugs, “Duh. Now, tell me what happened with Charlie.”

“Pass.”

“Nope, you’re not getting out of this anymore. Was it really that bad?”

“Wouldn’t know. He didn’t show. Drinks?” I hop up from the couch and head into the kitchen to avoid the itchy feeling that’s starting to develop over my body when I think about that uncomfortable night.

“Ew are you fucking serious? I’m going to kill him. Or I’m going to send Matt to kill him, or all three of them to do it,” she joins me in the kitchen as I start pulling out bottles.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you; I didn’t need the guard dogs being set free.” I hold up two different bottles debating which one I want. Tequila or vodka?

“I thought we were best friends and yet you had the audacity to hide this from me,” she pretends to look hurt.

“Wearebest friends, don’t you dare.” Tequila is going to be the winner.

Chandler laughs, “I know, but seriously I’m pissed at him. He really didn’t show?”

“Nope,” I pop the P as the liquid pours into my cup.

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