Page 16 of Sins

Have fun with that.

Two things that don’t go well together are nerves and two best friends who are scared you’re going to leave them. They were keying off my anxiety, and in turn we were popping champagne bottles like we were living the high life. I was scared to tell them the truth, and they were scared to guess the truth. All in all, it made for a night of drinking, not talking.

My head spun.

“I don’t think I can feel my lips.” Tess pressed them together as Minnie poured her some more bubbly. We all lounged on the furniture out by Tess’s burlesque themed pool. “Yeah, I definitely can’t feel my lips.”

“Good to know.” Trigger slapped her ass as he walked by with a platter of meat for the barbecue.

“You know,” Minnie moved the fan mister toward her and kicked up her legs, “if I angle this just right, it creates this mini tornado down by my own mister.”

“That’s quite the pun, ha-ha.” Brick laughed and reached over and turned the mister toward himself.

I loved that girls’ night was really the guys and us. They gave us space, but they couldn’t help but watch over us. I felt safe when I was with them.

“Dogs are done!” Morgan yelled, holding up a plastic bottle of mustard. He tossed it to Denton, Trigger’s nephew.

“So, how’s it going with you and Grim?” Minnie wiggled her eyebrows, and I downed my glass and went in for another. “That good, huh?”

I didn’t bother to hide my smirk, thanks to the booze. My filter about giving a fuck had already gone out the door. “Actually, he wanted some last night after he broke into my hotel suite at Secrets, and I said if I meant something to him, he’d respect me enough not to have sex.”

“He listened?” Rail took a seat next to me. He hated to miss any kind of drama being spilled. “I’m shocked. I mean, when I’m horny enough, nothing can stop the beast, and let me tell you, Grim’s always horny for you.”

Tess laughed so hard her face turned red. “The fact that you know that.”

“Keep your eyes a little north of the Boy Scout camp,” Minnie joined in giving Rail shit, “though I guess Grim isn’t pitchin’ a Boy Scout tent.”

“No.” I laughed, thinking how true that was. “Oh,” I pointed over Minnie’s shoulder, “I see our entertainment has shown up.”

Minnie sat straighter, and I knew we were in for a good time. “Tess, what the hell is that broad doing in here?” She pointed at Glory and Keller, who were looking around the pool.

“She tried out for the pole last week and couldn’t even do a fireman spin. I felt bad and gave her a free day pass. Maybe I can still make some money off her in one of the rooms.” She pointed to one of the blackened-out windows for the client’s privacy.

“Well,” Keller eyed me up and down as they drew closer, “I didn’t know you were on the menu tonight.”

“Like you could afford me.” I waved him off. “I see nothing’s changed since Dirt’s, and you’re still slummin’ it with diseases of the world.” My stomach rolled at Glory, who had one of Trigger’s hot dogs between her shit-stained fake nails.

“Aw, you jealous, Kenna?” Keller grabbed his crotch. “I know it’s been a while, but just say the word and I’ll fill your hole.”

“You couldn’t fill my piss hole,” I blurted, and the girls burst out laughing.

His face scrunched when the guys started tossing him insults, too. “You wanna find out how big I am?”

“After that thing?” I tried to catch my breath as I pointed at Glory munching on the end of the hot dog. Her teeth were going at it like a hack saw. Bits of mystery meat dropped down onto her shirt, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. “How you got the nickname Glory Hole is beyond me.”

“Nothing’s glorious about those choppers.” Minnie mimicked Glory. “It’s the first time I’ve actually felt bad for you, Keller.” We laughed harder, and Glory swallowed when she realized how she looked.

“But do we?” I dried my tears. “I mean, a hot dog is a step up from Keller, here.” He flipped me the finger.

“Are you offering your finger?” Tess chimed in. “Because that might be the next best thing.”

Glory used a napkin to dig the mustard out of her nail. “Kenna, shouldn’t you be entertaining somewhere?”

“You know what I find funny?” I ignored her lame dig. “That you had Big Cat as a pimp and yet you’re Glory Hole.”

“That’s true,” Morgan smirked as he sat down on the arm of my chair, “and who the hell calls himself Big Cat anyway? You’re basically calling yourself a big pussy, which is ironic because it’s you who has the big, gaping pussy. Oh, man, this is fun.” He snorted, and we all laughed hysterically in a liquor haze.

“Kenna, you’re such a whore,” Glory shouted, only making us double over further. Minnie lost her footing when she tried to stand and fell on her ass. Three of the empty champagne bottles tumbled off the table and rolled toward them.

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