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Lola chimed in, totally unfazed by my near-death level embarrassment.“He was a whole rainforest down there.But don’t worry, I fixed him.”

Nessa fake-gasped, clutching her imaginary pearls.“Oh, no… poor baby.Was it traumatic?Are you feeling… vulnerable?”

Moira snorted.“You mean besides lying ass-up on a wax table while three women stare at him?Yeah, probably.”

I buried my face in my hands.

“Can you all just… go?”I groaned.

“Nope.”Nessa perched herself on the edge of the counter like she had tickets to a show.“You’re in the big leagues now, Bradley.This is part of the job.Get used to people seeing… everything!”

Lola popped open a jar of thick, creamy lotion and started slathering it onto my poor, overworked butthole, like she was frosting a cake.

I whimpered.Loudly.

“Oh my God, stop being dramatic,” Moira teased.“You’re lucky.If I didn’t know your whole shady history, I’d be offering to help rub that in.”

Nessa muttered, “Moira.Thirst.Contain it.”

“I’m just saying!”Moira shrugged, still very much ogling me.“Felons can be hot too.”

I considered death as an escape plan.

Lola gave my freshly waxed and bleached ass one final, approving slap.Not hard.But still.

“There we go,” she said with pride.“Smooth as a dolphin and camera-ready.”

I flopped onto my back, pulling the paper gown over me like a shroud.

“I hate everything,” I muttered.

Nessa stood, dusted off her hands like this had been a productive team-building exercise, and headed for the door with Moira trailing after her.

Just before leaving, Nessa poked her head back in and grinned at me like the cat who’d eaten the canary… and the canary’s extended family.

“Welcome to Boys On Film, Mitchell,” she said sweetly.“Break a leg… but, like, not literally.Insurance doesn’t cover that.”

Moira gave me one last lingering once-over and winked.

And just like that… they were gone.

Lola pulled off her gloves, tossed them in the trash, and handed me a small jar of cream.

“For the itching,” she said with a pat on my shoulder.“You’re gonna need it.”

I lay there for another full minute, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I could fake a sudden, irreversible medical condition.

But no.

I had debt.

I had consequences.

And apparently… I now had the world’s most aggressively maintained butthole.

ChapterTen

Nico

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