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Girls! Enough! Arguing amongst ourselves is not helping! – Val

I paused, noting Valentina’s name attached to one message. She slept with Tamen last night before the meeting and then he made a show about paying her extra in cash right in front of me like it would mean something.

Duh, we fuck for cash. No shocker there.

But even as I looked away from the messages to stare out my window, my body warmed as something like jealousy tried to burn in my gut. There was no way I was jealous of him fucking Val and then being nice to her. And yet, I couldn’t quite place my finger on why I was bristling from the interaction at all.

Maybe it was because I hated him and wanted everyone else to as well. She obviously didn’t.

It felt like there was a traitor in the group.

Scrolling through the rest of the messages, I saw some girls chiming in about knowing him from the past. Those girls had worked privately outside of The Den before, and while there wasn’t much talk about what happened through The Velvet Cage, I was smart enough to realize it wasn’t good.

But the girls from the Cage didn’t have anything bad to say.

We called him the Duke at The Cage. He was actually fantastic to the girls. – Lola

Lola and I were friendly with each other, both with pretty similar back stories. We liked the job, and that kept us coming back night after night. So obviously, I hated that she approved of him.

Girls loved getting booked by The Duke. We spent a week at a time in a luxury penthouse, having whatever food and drinks we could dream of. Going out on the town on his arm, wearing designer clothes he had delivered for us. Never mind that the man can fuck like a pro. He wants to run The Den? I say go for it. He makes money multiply for a living. He can take me home any night he wants as well. I’m here for it. – Raven

Raven was a harder girl to get to know. She was one of those that counted every single dollar she made every day and then left without worrying about making friends in the locker room. Sure, she never made any enemies, she just wasn’t overly friendly.

Scrolling through more praises of the man I hated; I passed one that caught my eye, so I went back. It caught my eye because my name was in it.

All I’m saying is our new manager may have more power in our favor than we could have hoped for. I think The Duke has a thing for Sloane. – Val

My heart raced as I scrolled down farther, looking for an explanation for her claim, and finally found it dozens of messages later. I didn’t even bother to bristle at the replies from the other girls that said things likeGo figure.Why am I not surprised?AndEveryone has a thing for Sloane. I’m not even a lesbian and I’d bang her.

I read Val’s reply four times before I set my phone down to contemplate it all.

He booked me for a two-hour session in the champagne massage room last night. But when I got to him, he was watching the stage below. He hardly paid any attention to me as he watched Sloane run the show below. Like he couldn’t look away. Then he said he’d tip me well and pay me double my nightly rate in cash if I introduced him to her when we were done. I’m thinking if she holds that much sway over his man brain, it can be used to protect us all. What do you say, girl? – Val

Before I could reply though, Trixie asked what I had been wondering all night since meeting the man and seeing him interact with Val after the meeting.

So, wait, he slept with you, but you think he’s obsessed with her? He sounds like a typical man to me. – Trixie

No, see that’s why I think there’s something worth using there. He didn’t fuck me. He told me to get on my knees and then the man came in my mouth three times while he stared down at her. THE ENTIRE TIME! He kept calling her The Rainbow, and looked at her like he had never seen color before in his life. As soon as she got offstage, he was done. He was almost… wild looking as he watched her. And he was respectful to me in his own weirdly dominant way. I can’t put my finger on it, but I’d dare to call him almost gentlemanly during and after it all. – Val

Damn. Maybe there’s something to it after all. – Lola

Sloane? Care to share your thoughts with the class? We can see that you’re reading these. – Val

I hesitated to reply. It wasn’t like I could decipher my own thoughts long enough to share them, because Val’s account of what happened last night—left me shaken. So, I played it safe, while trying to reassure them as best I could. Because the fact was, I was the new manager, and if I could help the girls better their lives with that role, I was sure going to try.

If I can improve the job for any of us, I’m going to. But I make no promises. I might end up punching him for the fun of it and getting fired. – Me

Val’s reply came back instantly.

You know what they say, girl. Sometimes hate sex is the best sex. – Val

I muted the message thread and closed it before I let her words give my wicked mind too many ideas.

He was my boss. And I hated him because of it.

I couldn’t think about how the idea of him watching me as he orgasmed three different times last night made me want to see if the claims of him being good in bed were true or not. He was off limits to me.

Maybe I’d just let him star in my masturbation fantasies to take the edge off. There was no harm in using him for my own sexual satisfaction if he never knew about it.

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