Page 14 of Roulette: The Madam

Now, try this on. Let me see if this is everything I imagined for you.”

I pulledthe sheer fabric onto my shoulders as I stepped up on the small platform surrounded by three mirrors. The three-inch red platforms made me a full six feet and two inches. I was one of the shortest of my seven siblings.

However, Range was tied at 5’11 with me. She had me beat by almost a half inch. Rome was a mere 5’10, lean like the meat she consumed for her daily dose of protein. But, according to us and anyone who knew us, we were a family full of six-footers. We didn’t stray away from the label because it was mostly true.

“You’re that girl, Roulette. Don’t let any situation, any misfortune, or anybody make you believe differently,” I whispered, bringing the straps of the robe together.

My triple-D breasts peeped through the sheerness, highlighting my charcoal-colored areolas. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, admiring what God had given me. My bald, meaty pussy guest-starred in my mini-film. With a tilted head, I marveled at its perfection.

A 180-degree spin led me to a pleasant discovery. My body parted at the center. My legs rounded slightly, separating to a notable degree. The softness of my ass beckoned for attention. I squeezed gently with a nod of my head.

A low chuckle fell from my lips. My slim frame was evidently a result of being Richie and Rhea’s child. My rounded bottom didn’t protrude stupidly like the women I obsessed over in clubs where the girls got naked, including my own, but it required a healthy amount of space beyond the parameters of the rest of my body.

I was slim, yet thick in the places that mattered. It was the perfect combination, equipping me with a flat midsection, chiseled back, thin arms, and long legs.

“Perfection.”

I set my cheeks free and watched them jiggle before growing still. I pushed forward and off the elevated circle in the dressing station of the closet. One foot directly in front of the other, I strolled to the vanity where my phone was waiting for my arrival.

Vrrrr.

Vrrrr.

It vibrated in my hand. Chino’s face appeared on the screen. Vomit threatened to spill from my mouth. I swallowed back the awful taste and ignored the call. Instantly, my fingers began tapping on the screen, proceeding to block every contact in my phone that was assigned to Chino.

“Now that that’s behind me–”

I opened the messages application and found the group chat with every woman I loved inside, excluding Rhea. Before the line rang fully, Rome’s sweet face appeared.

“You made it?” She asked, brows raised and chest inflated.

“I did, bab–”

“Not she called us naked. I really can’t stand her sometimes,” Royce groaned.

“Technically, I’m not naked. I have on a robe.”

“We can see straight through it, Roulette,” Rugger reminded me as if I wasn’t aware.

“It’s cute,” Rather added.

“Thank you. Mom would love it,” I expressed with a roll of the neck.

“What’s the matter, Rou?” Rome’s discernment quieted everyone. Even those who had yet to join the ignorance that was about to unfold.

“Are you okay?” She continued.

I tittered, knowing there was nothing I could get past the baby of the bunch. She was too good. And, she was too connected with us all to ever lie to her. It wasn’t in my intention, though. Never.

“I’m good, baby,” I admitted.

“Maybe I asked the wrong question.” She sighed. “What happened with Chino?”

“One second,” I advised, opening my private messages to send Royce instructions.

She quieted as she looked down at her notifications.

“Okay,” she responded verbally.

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