If I was supposedly, as they claimed, invaluable, then why was everything a secret? Valentino, a modern day Charlie from that throwback TV show Charlie’s Angels, was a mystery man to all of his girls. Lace said I was her personal pick—girl number twelve. I was the last of her girls hired along with Onyx and Starlet, so she supposedly had some special affinity for me, for us. Like being in a gang, rumor had it, once hired, none of Valentino’s girls could quit. Not alive. Maybe Lace was setting me up to get arrested or something. Naw, she wouldn’t do that to me.
Glancing around the five-hundred-square-foot dressing room at my counterparts preparing for their fuck festival, I wondered, what made us do this? Top models who never quite made it to the top. Maybe it was the amazing layout of the space. A huge room bursting with the latest designer everything, perfect for an aspiring model’s go-see: Tiffany’s jewelry, clothes, shoes, Juicy Couture purses, underwear, wigs…everything a woman needed to wear in order to make a man look good right before stroking his ego, then sucking his dick. What hurt most was, we weren’t permitted to keep any of this stuff. Especially not the semen-stained underwear that could be used as evidence against Valentino and Lace.
“You okay?” Starlet asked, sitting in her makeup chair next to mine.
Turning on my CD player, I said, “I can’t do this anymore, Star.” With trembling hands clinging to each armrest, I continued. “I’m tired of sleeping with strange men every night, letting them have their way with me. This is destroying my body and my self-esteem. Yours too. You know you don’t like having these chauvinistic wealthy pigs waddle all in your pussy, especially the old farts, fucking us with everything except their dick. I want out. We started together. Let’s quit together. Come with me, Star. And let’s take O with us too.”
Gasping, Starlet inhaled, then whispered, “Are you crazy? Is that a cell phone? You’re gonna get all of us strip-searched if Valentino finds out. And Valentino’s arranged strip searches are worse than getting fucked by a trick with a twelve-inch dick.”
My eyes followed Starlet’s stunning amber and gray ones around the room until Starlet looked toward the floor, then continued, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say no dumb stuff like quitting, Sunny.” Gently, Starlet held my hands. “Listen, all we have to do is get these guys off for a few hours and we’re done. I’ll help you get through the night. I’ll even do your tricks for you if you want me to. Just finish getting ready, okay?”
“Yeah, tonight, but what about tomorrow night, and the next night?” I countered.
“So what? You’re the top girl and you make two grand flippin’ tricks. Two grand a night cash and that’s more money than any of us and more than you made flippin’ burgers at In-and-Out, so what you complaining about?”
“I feel dirty, Star. Like I can’t wash ’em off me. At least I could wash off the smell of beef patties and french fries. But the semen in my mouth”—I swallowed, digging my fingernails under my chin—“the sperm trickling down my throat”—I shrieked, clawing my nails down to my collarbone, peeling away layers of radiant flesh. “When they cum inside me, I can’t get it, get them…” Fighting back tears, I blinked repeatedly, then sniffed, “Y’all go ahead without me.”
Fluttering away her tears, Starlet squeezed my hands. “Stop it, Sunny. You’re hurting yourself and me too.” Starlet’s bronzy-colored lips pressed against my forehead, then lingered for a moment. “I can’t watch you do this to yourself. I gotta finish getting ready, but whatever you do, don’t do anything stupid like break any more of Valentino’s rules. You’re in charge tonight. Do like Lace. Just chill right here until we get back.”
“Fuck Valentino!” I shouted. “I hate his fuckin’ ass!”
A wave of silence penetrated the entire room as eleven shoo-shooing females hushed in unison.
Starlet commented, “Where’s Lace when we need her?”
Yeah, where was Lace?
I whispered, “I’m tired of men and all their fucking one-sided rules! What about me? Don’t I have an opinion?! Don’t I have some say in whose dick penetrates my pussy? I hope Valentino’s balls fall off and roll across the floor like meatballs so I can crush ’em! Dirty bastard!”
One at a time the escorts resumed their conversations as I overheard girl six say, “Last hired. First fired. Sunny can’t handle the pressure. At the rate she’s going, she’ll be dead before midnight. She’s overpaid anyway. Listen to me, y’all use her as an example of what not to do.”
Girl six had justification for her jealousy when Lace had announced, “Sunny is the new wifee. If there’s a problem on the set, what Sunny says goes.”
Was this girl six’s way of showing animosity toward me? I wasn’t the one who kicked her ass, yet she respected Lace while disrespecting me. I should find another pimple on girl six’s ass and send her home for the hell of it.
Women hated on me worse than men. Women like girl six, who knew nothing about me, detested me simply because I was adorable, with light skin and blond hair. I knew I was a black woman and proud of it, but they thought that I felt I was white, I guess because I wasn’t black enough to them. Girl six was remarkably picturesque, but like other women, she masked her low self-esteem by criticizing females.
A woman’s self-induced inferiority complex could have me butt naked down on my knees sucking her man’s dick the second I entered the room. Women considered me a serious threat to their relationship like I wanted their men when it was their men who wanted me, paid to fuck me, and sexed me to the best of their agility because I represented every man’s fantasy fuck. Not to say he didn’t want his woman, but when he showed up at IP, he preferred me.
Onyx hurried over and pleaded, “Sunny, hush, girl. Stop talking crazy and get dressed so we can get the hell up outta here. In a couple of hours Star and I can go to your new spot and talk about this privately, but this is not the time or place to go dumb.” Onyx pivoted my chair, shifted her eyes toward the mirror, stared into mine, then said, “You know he’s watching us. Oh my God, what happened to your neck?”
Ignoring Onyx, I said quietly, “I can’t go.” Jabbing my middle finger in the air toward the camera, I mouthed, “Screw you, Mr. Big Shot.” I had to confront Valentino. Where in the hell did he get off living the lifestyle of the rich and infamous at our expense?
Onyx gasped as Starlet’s eyes almost popped out of the sockets.
Calmly, lowering my hand to my lap, I promised, “I won’t do anything else I shouldn’t do. But if something happens to me”—my eyes filled with salty tears that flowed into my wounds—“swear to me you won’t tell my parents the truth about what we do. I need y’all to cover for me tonight too. Star, you tell the limo driver I’m in charge tonight, and, O, you back her up confirming Lace will bring me over when she arrives.”
Onyx’s lips tightened. “If Valentino finds out about this, he’ll kill each of us. You know that, right?”
With confidence I replied, “By the time he finds out, I might kill him.”
Onyx shook her head and mumbled, “I give up,” then walked away. Wasn’t the first time someone had given up on me.
Easing from the makeup chair, I glanced at my plump shiny golden lips. Lips that men craved, then raved about having on their dicks. Confidently I whispered, “I’m nobody’s whore anymore.”
CHAPTER 7
Lace
“Lick my pussy, B.”
“Gripping Benito’s ears, I shifted his mouth directly over my voluptuous pussy. “That’s it. Right there. No, baby, not my clit. Not yet, Daddy.” Slowly I swerved sideways, thrusting my precious pearl against his full sexy lips with each word. “Damn, your hard, hot tongue feels so fuckin’ good, Daddy, I can’t stop cumming.”
Vigorously