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My mouth drops open and I can feel the color drain from my face. “The guys let her do that?”
She laughs. “Hell no. It’s usually her, a brother, and another girl.”
Tracie walks up to the table. “What’s wrong with Tramp? Looks like she’s gonna pass out.” She sits down next to me, her hand on my back.
“She asked about the girls’ names. I told her she wasn’t ready.”
“Oh, yea?” Tracie smiles at me. “Who did you get through?”
“Venus, Squirts, and Straps. I don’t think she can take much more, though.” Lucy shakes her head, half laughing still.
“Shit, you didn’t even get to Dumps?”
“Dumps?” I say, almost not wanting to ask.
“You’re already halfway there. I might as well finish off the list for you.” Tracie looks over at the girls. “Cheeks is spread out on the pool table, and the name is in reference to her ass, not her face. Lips is grinding on Brick in the corner, also not the lips on her face. And last, my favorite girl, Dumps. Out of all of them, she is the most tolerable, but you might want to sanitize yourself after contact with her.”
I look at her, waiting for more, knowing whatever it is will probably scar me for life.
“Let’s just say she has no issue with where the guys finish.”
I take in what she’s saying, but the dots still aren’t connecting. Lucy and Tracie are looking at me as if I have three heads.
Lucy’s hand lays over mine. “Sorry to blow your mind with this one. She’s a human dumpster.”
“Ew. Fuck.” My face twists in disgust.
They both erupt in laughter.
Thank God at that moment Max walks up to the table. He looks at me, his brows furrowed. “You okay? You look sick.”
I stand up, looking at the two girls still hunched over in hysterics. “I’m fine. I just need a shower.”
They laugh louder as I walk away. “What was all that about?” Max whispers in my ear.
I just shake my head, not willing to relive that conversation again. If there were a way to unhear something, I desperately needed to figure it out.
We get into the truck and take the short drive to the motel. The whole time I can feel Max’s eyes on me.
Has he been with those girls?
My mind can’t stop picturing him with them. It makes my stomach turn because I don’t want to think about him with anyone else. I climb out of the truck before he gets to my side. I wasn’t kidding about feeling like I needed a shower. While I was waiting in the common room I couldn’t help but watch all of them. There were girls having sex with whatever guy pulled them to the side. Lucy told me that they can be with a few different guys a night. I don’t understand how you could do that. The idea of sleeping with multiple guys just seems so wrong to me.
I walk through the door that Max is holding open for me.
“Okay, that’s it,” his voice says from behind me. I turn around to face him. “What’s wrong? Ever since we left you’ve been off.”
I shrug. “It’s stupid.”
He walks closer to me, his hands clasping my face, and his lips dip down to meet mine. I wrap my arms around him. I missed him tonight even though most of the time he was right next to me. I hated having to pretend that I didn’t feel something for him.
“It’s bothering you, which means it isn’t stupid. If you’re gonna be mine then I’m yours too. For this to work we can’t keep shit from each other. Secrets suffocate a relationship and they will suck the life out of it.” His lips kiss mine again. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
I take a deep breath and push away from him. He sits down on the bed, but I can feel him watching me. “The girls were giving me a crash course on the club girls. I don’t know why, but it just upset me. I hate how they let themselves get used like that.”
“Babe, that’s not how it is. Those girls are there because they want to be. They know what is expected of them if they’re at the club and they are willing participants. Not only that but the club takes care of them too.” His eyes trail over me as I lean back against the windowsill.
Something in the parking lot catches my eye. A red bike.
