Page 24 of Beautiful Liar

“No.”

I’m not sure if this pleases her or not because her expression neutralizes. She ticks a box.

“Have you ever had a colon cleanse?”

“A what?”

“I’ll take that as a no. You have to have one once a week.”

“Why?”

“For the anal scenes,” she states without blinking.

I stare at her, unable to form words. She stares back. A throat clears beside me.

I jump and snap my head to see a man in chef’s attire holding a tray of food.

“Ah, great, thank you, Georg.”

Georg nods and sets the tray down in front of me. The burger’s aroma hits me in the face and I almost drool. Fionnella’s smile widens.

“Go on, eat.”

I’m not sure I want to eat while having a discussion about my colon and anal sex, but hunger takes no prisoners. I grab the burger and take a huge bite. Fionnella grins as if she’s personally responsible for curing world hunger. She waits for me to swallow before she looks back down at her notes.

“So you’re okay with that, right?”

I pick up a fry. “Does it hurt?”

She shrugs. “I’m told there’s a small degree of discomfort, but I expect it won’t be anything to worry about.”

“Okay.” I take another bite of food. The first pull of the divine shake makes me almost moan in pleasure.

“It’s good, right?” Fionnella grins at my plate.

“Incredible,” I mumble around another bite.

“Okay. Almost done. Do you have any piercings, inside or out?”

I shake my head.

“Do you have a toy preference?”

“Toys?”

“Sexual toys. The boss has his own selection, of course, but you’re allowed one or two of your own.”

“Ah…no, I don’t have a preference.”

“Are you good at deep-throating or do you think you need instruction?”

I nearly gag and my stomach attempts to twist in on itself. I’m not sure if it’s because of the conversation or because I ate a little too fast. I suspect it’s a mixture of both. “I…uhh…”

Fionnella drops her pen. “The boss doesn’t like gagging. You’ll need to know how to swallow him properly. You can be taught how to relax your throat to avoid gagging. Are you good with that?”

“Can I…say no to performing the act?”

“No,” she replies firmly, then makes up her mind one way or the other and scribbles on her notes.

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