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But now; now I had the incentive needed to play ball.

No one else was going to touch my pretty little Rainbow tonight.

But I sure as fuck was going to.

Chapter 14 – Sloane

“Ithappened!”Asingsongvoice rang out in the crowded dressing room where I sat at a vanity, applying another layer of bright red lipstick. “I can’t believe it happened, but it did! We knew it could, but we didn’t think it would!”

The girls around all quieted down as the theatrical woman in a long red robe complete with a boa of feathers around the trim fluttered into the room and walked straight over to me.

Crystal was the event coordinator for the night. She worked as a middleman between high end clients and call girls for gigs like this. The woman had made quite the name for herself in the game over the years and always made sure we were safe and taken care of.

Tonight wasn’t a particularly rough event, it was a casino night for a billionaire and his friends at a swanky penthouse hotel. But girls could get hurt even by well-respected men in our world, so it helped to know we had someone watching our backs.

Val nudged me with her hip as she leaned against my vanity with a smug expression on her face.

“What exactly are we talking about?” I questioned.

Crystal sat down in the empty seat next to me and tapped her fingers together excitedly. “The cap has been met. You’ve been booked for the entire event.”

“Really?” I asked in confusion. When Crystal first raised the topic of setting a cap amount price for me, I didn’t think it would actually be met. Even though the hotel was filled with millions of dollars and only about twenty girls, the men usually liked to sample as many different girls as possible.

Rarely did they ever settle for one girl all evening. Especially not with the types of girls available tonight.

Or with the theme of the party.

It was a glory hole theme.

Thewhole pointof the evening was to stick your willy in any hole you wanted. Pun intended.

“Who?” I asked, looking back in the mirror to adjust the brown wig I wore to cover up my vibrant locks. Even though I fucked for a living, nights like tonight could get weird, and having a bit of anonymity after it comforted me.

Crystal scoffed, “Don’t you mean how much?”

“No,” Val shook her head, “She means who.”

Val called me the second she left Prism, telling me of Tamen’s unhinged behavior. Which I kind of expected, considering the man paid me over a thousand dollars via Venmo when he figured out I blocked him on every other front. Leaving myself only accessible to him via money felt appropriate. And to be honest, watching those dollar bills roll in electronically with his anxious messages excited me.

He was desperate.

And a part of me was wondering if he would try to fuck with my night, working for Crystal.

Crystal waved us off, “I don’t know. A rich man who has a particular fetish that you are going to fulfill for him tonight.” She narrowed her eyes at me with a pause, “You’re here to make money, are you not?”

“You know I am.” I scoffed, offended by her questioning my dedication to the night.

“Good.” She stood up, patting me on the shoulder, “Because you’ve never let me down before, and I knew you’d be a good girl and do whatever he wanted for thirty grand.”

“Thirty—” I choked, thinking surely I heard her wrong. “Total?”

“No,” she smirked triumphantly. “That’s your cut.”

“Fuck.” I hissed, deflating in my seat, knowing she was right.

For that kind of cash, there wasn’t much I wouldn’t let a man do to me. Damn, that kind of money made me hot.

I loved money.

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