Page 13 of Killer Peep Show
“Thank you.”
“I know this will be awkward at first. But I promise to treat you the way you should be treated.”
“And how should I be treated?”
“Like a queen,” I say as we head back to talk to Meryl.
I leave my truck and we ride in the car sent for Cain, riding in style is what he calls it. Knowing Cain, he will have them deliver the truck to the tent after their done cleaning up dinner. Maybe him coming here was good for me.
Joelle
“You want to what?” Meryl paces inside his office. Abel, not Hammond, I will have to get used to that, sits next to me, relaxed as if he only asked for a glass of water.
“I’d like to buy this establishment,” he repeats for like the twentieth time.
“What will I do?”
“We can assure you a job, but you will work for us, but the pay will be well worth it. We might go in a little bit different direction and some new girls. It will also require you doing some performing,” Cain smirks.
“Ummmm,” Meryl looks away. I know his secret. He’s gay or bi. He likes men better.
“We’ll hire some men as well,” Cain adds, catching on.
“Will this still be a traveling sex circus?”
“Yes and no. More stationery until a job becomes available, then we hit the road.”
“A job?”
“Welcome to the Martinelli crime family,” Cain cheers.
“Wait? What? The mob?” Meryl looks at me and I only shrug.
“We already know you clean up after her moments, yeah, we’ll call them moments,” Cain says.
“Joelle is still headliner?”
“Again, yes and no. We will fill you in on everything after the transaction,” Abel tells him as we leave. I do have clients tonight. Both men will act as body guards, though in my tent I never needed any.
“Get showered,” Abel kisses my cheek, sending me off so I can get ready. I should be angry with him for lying to me. I’m not. I’m grateful for an explanation about what’s going on inside my brain. I’m hoping they can fix me. He has to have connections since he’s a mobster or whatever.
I shower quickly and step out to dress. I pick a little blue teddy and thong. I know what looks good on me and I know how to work it if it doesn’t. By the looks on both men’s faces, I look good. Not that it matters, I’m working.
“Your client is here,” I hear from outside, and then a man steps in. Not just any man, my father. Both men behind me know it because I know I heard the distinct cocking of a gun.
“Hello daughter,” he greets me. He’s supposed to be in prison. I was supposed to be told if he got paroled. I turn to look at Abel and he shrugs.
I grab my robe and throw it on, not wanting my father to see me naked.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to help,” he explains.
“I’m sorry? What?” I snap at him.
“You don’t know the whole story,” he starts and I know that I’m not going to be able to handle what he says, I’ve had too many truths given to me today. My head starts to spin and I feel myself falling before my world goes out.
Abel
