Page 55 of Crown Jewels
“Deal.” I said and hung up, then headed to the kitchen for a drink.
How was I going to explain this shit to Emma?
EMMA
Instead of logging into my show, I ended up sitting my my bed, staring at my computer. Something wasn’t sitting right with me.
It was similar to that feeling one would get after leaving a conversation about a topic they thought they understood, but once they had a chance to think about it, they weren’t so sure. Like someone had just finished walking circles in your brain.
I was sure Vahn and I were on the same page when I walked in the apartment. Then I replayed the conversation in my head, going over everything that was said. I couldn’t pick anything out in particular. There didn’t appear to be any hidden meanings.
All of Vahn’s responses were fairly clear. But I couldn’t shake this feeling that I was missing something. That’s why I was sitting here, ten minutes later, staring at the same spot on the wall.
“Okay,” I told myself. “Let’s break this down.”
I popped out my forefinger, counting the first point in our conversation. “I asked if I did it right.”
It was my first professional shoot. I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss any cues or other things. Plus Vahn was the only guy I’d done anything sexual with, so there was unease in that department. For some messed up reason, I was worried he didn’t like it, but to be fair, I didn’t remember much.
Second finger. “He said I was fine, which of course never means fine.”
It also didn’t sit well with me. If I was going to do something, I was going to do it to the best of my ability.
“I asked for clarification.” I said while popping out a third and fourth finger. “He said he couldn’t tell me, he had to show me.”
Okay, there was nothing odd there. Some things couldn’t be explained.
Fifth finger came out. “I had to push a bit to get him to agree to show me—not surprising when it came to Vahn Kessler.” I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Asshole.”
“Then I got out of the car, Vahn smirked and said…”
Wait, did I just agree to have sex with Vahn? No, he didn’t say anything about that, did he?
I looked down at my second hand and the finger indicating the sixth point of our conversation, and muttered, “Son of a bitch.”
That bastard manipulated me. Why else would he suggest doing a show? He didn’t teach people in any of his shows, hefucked them. Why did I ever agree to that? Did orgasms make people dumb?
Well, I wasn’t trapped in the hazy fog of euphoria anymore. I had a perfectly good hand that I could slap him with, and I intended to use it.
I got up, marched out of my room and right into his.
Vahn wasn’t there, but something else was.
My eyes locked on his open laptop. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Tinker Toy was Vahn? My best customer, who I’d done quite a few private shows for, was Vahn fucking Kessler. Oh, I was going to do a lot more than hit him.
“Aw shit,” Vahn walked in the room and sighed, “well, I guess that cat’s out of the bag.”
Really? He was going to stand there and act like this was some minor oops? “What the hell Vahn?”
“Oh calm down, Parakeet.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s not that bad.”
Not that bad? “What did you do, sit in here and laugh at me while I put on a show for you?”
I was so embarrassed.
“No I didn’t laugh at you, I jerked off.”
