Page 37 of Tainted Princess
“Okay,” she chuckled, placing the sucker back in her cheek and speaking around it. “I see what you’re going for. Sunday school teacher, right? Nice. That’ll draw the perverts in like flies to honey.”
My eyebrows rose. She thought I was here to…work?
“Just give me your stage name and I’ll set up a new stream for your page. Also, if you can get me your banking information by the end of the day, I’ll make sure that all your tips are direct deposited as soon as possible. We have several open stalls right now, so just choose your preferred set up and let me know which booth you’re in so I can link the correct live stream. I should have you up and running in under twenty minutes.”
I stared as her fingers moved furiously over the keyboard on her lap, her eyes darting from screen to screen faster than I could register. This woman was good, I could tell that just from looking.
“Hi,” I said, extending my hand over the desk. “I’m Francesca. It’s nice to meet you.”
She stopped what she was doing and blinked at me. “Yeah. Lexi. Hey.” Her hand was in and out of mine quickly, like she couldn’t stand to not be touching the keyboard for even a moment. “So, you wanna get started or what, babe? You’re wasting daylight. I know it seems like now would not be a very lucrative hour for cam girls, but you would be surprised just how horny the night shift crowd is when they get home from work. It seems like the perfect way to wind down after a long night of work is with a beer and a wank.” She chuckled to herself, shaking her head while she typed.
“I can only assume you are right, but, unfortunately, I’m not here for a job.”
Lexi raised her head, seemingly completely perplexed by my statement. “Really? You sure about that? This whole virgin kindergarten teacher thing you’re rocking would have men lining up to Venmo you their hard-earned cash.”
I frowned, looking again at my outfit. Was it really that bad?
Shaking my head, I pressed on. “Thank you, but no. I actually came with Enzo today, and I am quite interested in how this all works.” I gestured to the rooms behind me, several more now full of women in varying stages of undress. “I’m assuming it’s completely interactive, but do they have to do one on one sessions, or are there group options as well?”
Lexi stared at me again, her keyboards now completely forgotten.
“You came with Enzo?” she asked slowly. “Like, in the same vehicle? As in, you two left your previous location together, traveled together and then also arrived here together?”
“Yes.”
“Now—and I’m just reaching here—but I then also assume that, given the early hour and the fact that he actually let you sit in his car, there is more to this relationship than his usual ‘bend her over a desk in the back room’ approach to women. Am I right? Please tell me I’m right!”
I gaped at her, her words bringing to mind my one and only sexual experience with Enzo, which unfortunately, was a little too close to what she had just described as his usualmodus operandi.
Then I was struck by another thought; just how exactly was it that Lexi knew how Enzo liked to fuck. My eyes narrowed, and she read me exactly right.
“Hey now, don’t go gettin’ all territorial on me.” Lexi raised her hands, the smile on her face just a little too gleeful. “I have never had, nor have I ever wanted to have, a ride on that particular train. I am not exactly his type, and he is most definitely not mine. I like my dick with a side of alpha most days, but that man is too much for even my taste.” She grinned, eyeing me again. “You, however, are exactly my flavor. I bet you taste like coffee and bad decisions, am I right?”
“Oh,” I said, and I felt my cheeks flushing. “I, um. Thank you?”
Lexi just laughed. “Don’t worry. I can tell you prefer the sausage to the taco. We’re cool. You don’t play in my playground, and now you know that I don’t wanna play in yours.”
I smiled. Talking to Lexi was a riot. I could barely wrap my mind around one outrageous thing that just tumbled out of her mouth before another was there, hot on its heels.
“Now, the same can’t be said for all the rest of these ho-bags.” She gestured with her sucker to the women behind me, most of whom were now engaged in some sort of act of self-pleasure for the cameras pointed at their booths. “There likely isn’t a woman in this place that wouldn’t cut off her left tit for the chance to wrap her overly injected lips around Enzo’s man meat.”
I scrunched my nose at that thought, though why, I still wasn’t sure. As much as Enzo was my husband, he really wasn’t my anything.
And I hated that I hated that.
Lexi saw my face and continued with a snort. “Yeah, I’m usually not one to talk shit about my fellow females, but these are some seriously thirsty bitches.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“You should.” Lexi winked, then schooled her features in an attempt at seriousness. “Now, don’t think you’ve distracted me, because you haven’t. Tell me, just what is the nature of your relationship with his holiness, Sir Grumps-a-lot?”
I couldn’t have stopped my laugh if I tried—and I seriously didn’t.
“Come on,” she continued, wiggling her eyebrows salaciously. “Gimmie the deets. I’ve known Enzo for almost four years, and I have never once seen him actually, like, interact with a woman outside the act of getting in her pants. Not a dinner, not drinks, not even a walk of shame breakfast. So, please, tell me your secrets. How did you get a ride in that hot car after you took a ride on that hot man?”
I could feel my blush rising, but I smiled anyway.
“Oh, nothing really. I just married him.”
