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“Well, yeah. You don’t spend the kind of money it costs to be a member here and not come.” She grinned at me. “In both senses of the word.”

I don’t know why the idea of him being here a lot bothered me as much as it did. I had no room to judge. Two nights and two afternoons a week, I paraded around in nothing but a G-string, pasties, and four-inch heels for a living, grinding on men’s laps until they came in their pants.

Kit signaled to the bartender for another round, and when we got our fresh glasses, she suggested, “Wanna go walk around?”

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Jeff

The chick currently in my lap wore a grey bracelet to signify free use and/or consensual nonconsent. Some forceful sex might help me take my mind off the little Phoenix who’d turned me down.

Grey Bracelet’s mouth tasted sweet, like the champagne we’d been drinking, along with a hint of vanilla from her red lipstick that I was sure was all over my face.

Hopefully, it’d be all over my dick, too, before it was completely smeared off her mouth.

I’d had a kink about that ever since my first lipstick party with the pledges of my fraternity’s sister sorority. The more dicks they sucked, the better their chances of getting in.

Completely unethical, yeah, and I hadn’t given a shit.

I still didn’t.

Ethics were for poor people who couldn’t buy their way out of trouble.

Let me stop you right there before you decide what an asshole I am. Okay, no, I am an asshole—you’re right about that, at least when it comes to women. But I do havesomeethics. Like when it comes to my job, I’m aboveboard, one hundred percent of the time. Hell, I even have compassion for my patients. And I do care about other people, for the most part. I know how to be a functioning member of a civilized society.

I even fucking recycle, for chrissake.

But, ever since college when I’d discovered that most women, or at least the sorority sluts I hung around with, were more interested in money than what kind of person you are, my morality meter broke. If it was technically legal and I thought I could get away with it, I did it.

Fucking my date’s sorority sister in the ass in a dark corner of the frat house while my date stood in line to go to the bathroom at a party? Yep, I did that. Fingering my frat brother’s girlfriend then coming down her throat as he watched a football game in the next room while she “gave me a haircut”? Check. Making amends to said frat brother after his girlfriend confessed our tryst by blackmailing Judith Walker, our smoking hot BioChem professor with photos of me balls deep inside her so she’d give him a passing grade in her class? Check check.

I’m a bastard.

One thing though that I would never do is tell a girl I love her or lead her to believe there was a future with me. Every chick I’d been with knew she was nothing special, although I suspected they all believed they’d be the one to change me.

Sure, I’d thought about settling down. Maybe having a kid or two. I’d even tried dating “nice girls”. Ones I could see taking home to meet the parents. But my deviant desires usually brought things to an end pretty quickly, sending me back to the women who could fulfill my dark desires but not have a future with.

Thank god I found Velvet Underground not long after landing my job at the VA in San Diego. I knew frequenting prostitutes—even high-end ones, was going to land me in jail one day. Then I’d lose my job, and I loved my job.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of white. Breaking the kiss, I noticed Phoenix talking to Tyler Stevens. His dad had been one of the OGs in Silicon Valley and left his billions to his four kids. The three oldest were from his first wife and had been groomed to take over the company. But Tyler’s mom was Stevens’ much younger trophy wife, so he grew up differently than his siblings. Pretty much the only thing the little prick was equipped to do was live off his trust fund. His days consisted of golfing or surfing and his nights were spent partying.

I had no problem with trust fund kids, hell, I was one of them. But at least do something with your life, man.

The dude’s hand came around Phoenix’s back and roved to her ass.

Seriously?

She was going to hook up withhiminstead of me?

While she was technically talking to Tyler, I noticed her attention drifted my way more often than it should.

Good.

Holding Phoenix’s gaze, I spun Grey Bracelet around in my lap so she faced the room, then spread her legs and lifted her dress. I traced an index finger down the seam of her pussy and chuckled in her ear, “You naughty slut. You’re not wearing any panties. Everyone in the room can see your wet cunt.”

Grey Bracelet moaned, but I wasn’t looking at her. I was still watching Phoenix for her reaction.

She stilled. Her smile didn’t slip, not exactly. But something shifted. A flicker in her eyes.

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