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“I’m not selling drugs,” I snapped. I didn’t do that shit. Period. Not after my mom.
Marie shook her head and Jasmine put a hand up. “Nothing like that, I swear. It happens on the last Saturday every month. A party where guys–rich guys–can pay for…” Marie bit her lip, as if afraid to tell me.
“Sex,” Jasmine finished for her.
Sex?
I was well aware they had sex, and often. They overshared and their escapades, unfortunately, lived rent free in my head.
“You’ve never mentioned this before,” I said.
Marie tugged her jacket around her. “That’s because we knew you wouldn’t be interested. It’s not your thing, and that’s okay. But now?”
Now, I was desperate.
I tucked my hands in my hoodie pocket. “I’m supposed to go to some mansion and have sex with a guy for money?”
They glanced at each other, then nodded. “Pretty much.”
I raised a hand. “I’m–”
“You can pay your bills,” Marie said. “Even better, just shaft Jerky Jack and use the money toward getting to a bigger town to get the job you’ve been wanting.”
Thatsounded like a good idea. While I wasn’t entertaining the possibility of prostituting myself, I didn’t like the idea of using any money I made to give to Jack. That would be a waste. But to get out of here?
I glanced around the rundown community. The trailers had seen better days. Because of the incessant winds here on the prairie, old tires were on roofs to keep them from blowing off. Every place needed some rust repair. New windows.
“Can we do this inside? I’m freezing my vag off,” Marie said.
I rolled my eyes, then stepped into the trailer. While I kept the heat set to really low, it was stillwarmer than outside. They came in behind me and the door slammed shut.
They saw my pile that I was leaving with. While they knew I was struggling with rent, I hadn’t told them I was being evicted. They had no idea how dire my situation was.
“I mean this in the nicest of ways, but I can’t believe you have sex for money,” I said. I could, maybe a little, and I was a little jealous. To be so bold and pretty that men would want them that badly.
Marie set her hands on her coat covered hips. She didn’t appear offended, but it seemed I was missing the point. “We’re getting out of here, too. We’re saving up to move to Phoenix. Where there are palm trees and it’s hot all the time. No more snow.”
“Really?” I asked, suddenly envious of their plans. “That’s so great.” I couldn’t even get to Missoula, let alone Arizona. Maybe it was time to rethink my approach of working the hotel’s front desk, because it definitely wasn’t working.
“This is how we’re making it happen,” Marie said, swirling her finger over her stylish dress, as Jasmine nodded.
I frowned. “By having sex with strangers?” I wasn’t sure if it was the smartest idea, but I wasn’t the onewith nail tech jobs, growing savings and a plan to move to the desert.
Marie shrugged. “We do it with guys we meet at The Roadside. Fun quickies. Why not get an orgasmandmake some cash?”
Jasmine stepped close, took my hand, her dark eyes meeting mine. “We like sex, Frankie. These guys are fun. Why not make money at the same time? It’s safe. It’s not like we’re standing on a street corner.”
Even so… “No one is going to want to have sex with me,” I muttered, looking down at myself in my baggy sweats.
“Looking like that? No,” Jasmine said. “Underneath all that fleece, you’ve got a hot little body.”
I sputtered.
“You do. I’d kill for your boobs. And that hair,” Jasmine pointed to my crazy locks.
“You need to get out from under a car and under a guy instead,” Marie added.
“Even if I was considering this, which I’m not–” I held up my hand to stop them from squealing with excitement because I was clearly insane “–I’m, well, I’ve never had sex before.”
