Page 32 of Tequila & Lace
They laughed. “No,” Leah replied, “but we think he’d spend it to fly in so he could fuck her.”
I choked on my drink. Did they all sleep with their clients? “The President is not my client,” I exclaimed and left it at that. Somehow I needed to find out if they slept with their clients so I knew how to play my angle.
And then it hit me…
Did Paul sleep with his clients?
“I’ll be right back.” I needed a minute as I gathered my new thoughts on Paul. I didn’t care if Leah and Nina slept with their clients. But Paul… the thought of him doing more than kissing one of his clients squeezed my heart.
Staring into the mirror, I took a deep breath.
“Are you okay?”
I turned to my left and saw that I wasn’t the only one in the restroom. “I’m fine. Thank you.”
“Are you here with your boyfriend?”
I smiled. “No, my friends.”Did girls come to strip clubs with their boyfriends?
“Girls night out?” she asked, applying her scarlet lipstick. The red was a nice contrast to her light ebony skin tone and straight black hair.
“Something like that.”
“You’re not here with Leah and Nina are you?”
I tilted my head to the side slightly. “Yeah, do you know them?”
“Kinda. My boss has been trying to recruit them for years.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Your boss? Who’s your boss?”
She returned the cap on her lipstick then stuck it in her purse. “Mr. Martinez.”
“What does he do?”
“You hang with those two and you don’t know who he is?”
I leaned against the porcelain sink and crossed my arms. “I’m new in town.”
“Oh, then you’re perfect.” She eyed me up and down with her brown eyes.
“Perfect for what?”
Before she could reply, the door opened and Leah walked in. She eyed the girl from head to toe, rolling her eyes as she turned to me. “Hey, are you okay? I came to check on you.”
I smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just coming out.” I smiled tightly at the mysterious girl.
I wanted to hand her my card because the way she talked about this Mr. Martinez guy had me intrigued. Maybe he recruited for another escort service, but I wanted to find out. Instead, I walked past her because I didn’t want Leah to see my interest and made my way back to the table where we sat and watched topless women dance. The dancers couldn’t be fully nude in Vegas if the establishment served alcohol.
“Who’s Mr. Martinez?” I asked Leah and Nina as we scanned the floor.
Their eyes widened as they looked at each other and then they both answered in unison. “No one.”
“What do you mean no one? Obviously he’s someone.”
“You don’t want to get involved with him,” Leah avowed.
“The girl…” I paused, realizing I never got her name. “The girl I met in the bathroom said I would be perfect for him.”
