Page 67 of M!lked For His Pleasure

The Land of Milk and Honey

Dani Carr

Chapter One

“Slut.”

“Homewrecker.”

“How dare she even show her face?”

Why was it that close-minded assholes always felt the need to share their disapproval?

Smiling, I kept walking, pretending that I didn’t hear the cruel words. I knew that continuing down the sidewalk was going to be a test for me—after all, these bitches were horrible to me in high school and had only gotten meaner with age. But damned if I was going to give these stuck-up cunts the satisfaction of seeing me cross the road in retreat.

Sandy, the blonde bimbo of the group, fanned herself. “Why don’t you scurry back home and wash off the smell of white trash?”

“Yeah,” Laurie, the brunette added, “and why don’t you find some decent clothing to wear while you’re at it? You should be ashamed to wear that trampy skirt in public.”

I sighed but remained otherwise quiet. I could bite back and remind blonde Barbie that her rich husband loved slumming itin my neighbourhood, but why bother? They weren’t worth the effort.

And my clothes were fine. It was fucking hot out, so why would I be wearing a pant suit even if I’d owned one? I knew jealousy was the reason these women treated me like shit. They knew their husbands loved coming to the club, Tasty Twister, where I stripped, and I’m sure even these morons were smart enough to figure out that their asshole husbands paid me generously for my time on the pole. If they weren’t such gold diggers, they’d probably divorce said husbands if they knew how much extra they paid for my private dances and how often these men begged me to fuck them. Worse, their husbands tended to share way too many intimate details, and I’d heard all about these women’s shortcomings in the sack.

But I was tired. Tired of the hurtful comments, and just plain tired from working three jobs as I tried to dig myself out of debt. These bitches, with their rich preppy lifestyles, did not appreciate how good they had it. The most they had to worry about was their nannies getting sick and having to actually look after their own kids.

“I heard that she’s moved on from Brad Severs,” Laurie said in her loud nasally voice.

At the mention of Brad’s name, my muscles tightened up. He was largely responsible for the fact that I had to work at so many awful jobs. We had been living together for two years when he screwed me over, taking out numerous credit cards in my name and using them until they were cut off. God only knows what he’d done with the money I’d given him to pay my property taxes. And he’d had the nerve to fuck around on me. When I’d kicked his ass out and found how badly he’d fucked me over, I’d been livid. But there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

Sandy popped out a hip. “I heard she was fucking Jared Reimer and Wade Marlow at the same time. Carey caught them doing it behind that nasty restaurant she works at.”

I’d almost forgotten about the cunts while mentally rehashing the shit how my life was. When I attempted to walk around them, Laurie stepped in my way. “Is that true, slut? You’re fucking so many men you have to double up in order to keep up with them all?”

The last shred of my patience snapped. “Maybe I am. And if you’re not careful, maybe I’ll add your husband to my list since he’s been asking for so long.”

Sandy gasped, her face scrunching up in anger. “Why, you dirty little bitch. Maybe we should teach you some fucking manners, since your whore-of-a-mother obviously didn’t bother.”

How dare they bring up my mother? I knew the woman wasn’t a saint. I was the one that lived through her string of often abusive boyfriends and had to clean up the vomit when she’d drunk herself stupid more often than not. But the woman was dead for Christ’s sake. Let her rest in peace.

“Get the fuck out of my way,” I growled.

The shove from behind caught me off guard. I stumbled forward, my bare knees hitting the hard sidewalk. Sandy, never one to fight fair, slapped at me while I was down. A kick to the side had me groaning out in pain, but this was nothing compared to some beatings I’d taken.

I surged up to my feet and punched Sandy across the cheek before whipping around to glare at the other two useless twats. “Just try it,” I yelled to be heard over Sandy’s sobbing.

The two women were chicken-shits and quickly backed away. I stepped around Sandy, ignored my pain, and continued on my way. Shit. Now I had a mess to clean up when I got to work.

“You’ve done it now, you psycho. You’re going to jail when I tell my husband about this!” Sandy’s shrill voice followed me. But I didn’t have time to worry about it.

If I didn’t get to work soon, my boss Leroy would chew my ass out. It’s not like he’d fire me. My customers loved me, and he knew they’d quit coming if I wasn’t there, but he could make my shift a nightmare of epic proportions. Last time I showed up a couple of minutes late, he’d made me stay after we’d closed and de-grease the entire kitchen on my own, even though I’m a server, not a cook.

I considered turning around and going home as I really didn’t want to spend the next five hours slaving in Leroy’s shithole diner, but I didn’t have a choice. I needed the money to pay my property taxes, or I’d lose the one thing of value I still had. My house trailer might not be a grand mansion, but it was mine, and I intended to keep it.

My skinned knees were bloody, and my ribs were sore from the pointy high heels of whichever bitch had kicked me by the time I made it to the diner. My plan was to sneak in the back door so I could clean up before Leroy spotted me.

The door had barely closed behind me when Leroy was in front of me. His stained white t-shirt barely covered his enormous belly, and I had to force myself not to gag when his putrid breath hit my sweaty face. “You’re late, Loralei. I’m docking you for an hour. Now get out there before I fire your useless ass.”

So much for cleaning up.

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