Page 9 of Killer Peep Show
“You think I’m sharing?” I ask him. He turns and gives me a pointed look. Yeah, this will be a relationship of three, though I haven’t come out and said that I care about her. She’s told me she loves me. I only wish after everything comes out, she still feels the same.
Joelle
I wake up between two hard bodies and I sit up in bed, trying to figure out where I am. I am in my bed, check. Hammond is here, check. And the other body belongs to Cain, the man from last night. Did he stay? That’s never happened.
I must have fallen asleep last night while they were outside talking or whatever. I was tired and spent. Other than the man that got me a limo, the rest of the night was delicious so to speak.
I slip out not to wake them and strip out of my clothes to take a shower. I let the water pour down my back, heating my skin and waking me up. I’m glad that I get my own shower. The other girls have to share. I should feel bad, but I don’t. They don’t bring in the money like I do. I guess I got that going for me.
The struggle is with what I do. I feel like I was programmed to kill. Maybe I’ve watched too many spy shows. But it’s like someone slipped that retched word into my brain just so I will kill men. It’s not like they don’t deserve it, these men cheat on their wives, they probably lie about it. One less cheater is good, right? I still can’t help but feel like my head is mush. I don’t know how else to explain it.
I dry off and wrap a towel around me, and then my hair before stepping out to grab something to wear. Both men are still sleeping and I study them for a minute. They look so similar. Both of them have bright blue eyes, like sky blue almost, with dark hair. Hammond’s is a little darker. Tan skin, probably from working in the sun. Cain is more polished like he works a desk job and gets menicures or manicures for men. Hammond’s hair is shorter. But Cain’s is more kept. Drool-worthy abs, nice cocks. I almost want to say they’re brothers, but that’s a silly thought since we just met Cain yesterday.
I shrug it off and grab a pair of panties and jeans, tugging them on, and then go in search of a top. I pull out a black tank top and a grey cardigan. I’m a cardigan kind of girl.
“Morning,” Cain sits up in bed.
“Hi,” I whisper awkwardly. Should I still treat him like a client? Should I call him daddy?
“How did you sleep?”
“Good, daddy,” that slipped out.
He chuckles as he climbs out of bed and starts to dress. I can’t help but look at all of him in his glory, any girl would look.
“You don’t have to call me that. That’s not my thing. Hammond, get up. We’re going to lunch,” he shakes Hammond who groans.
“I’m up. Let me grab a shower,” he grumbles before slipping from the bed and walks nude to the shower.
“He seems pleasant in the morning,” Cain snorts.
“Not always,” I nod like a dumbass.
“I’m going to go back to my hotel room and shower. Can I see your phone?”
“My phone?” I ask.
“I’m going to text me from your number so I can text you where to meet,” he says.
“Oh okay,” I hand over my phone and watch him text a number before handing it back to me.
“I’ll see you in a bit,” he kisses my cheek before heading out.
I stand in the middle of the room wondering what Meryl would say about this. I’m not supposed to see clients unless they paid, but I can go out for lunch with Hammond. Do I tell Meryl about this? Do we even go?
“You have steam coming out of your ears,” Hammond says from behind me.
“I’m just thinking. Or I’m confused. I have a lot of things running through my head.”
“He asked us to lunch. We don’t have to say anything to Meryl if you want to go.”
“Do you want to go?” I ask him.
“Might be fun,” he says right as Meryl walks in.
“He stayed the night?” He looks right at me.
“I’m sorry,” I say softly.
