03

I put the tip of the toy in my mouth and refrain from making an unpleasant expression when I taste the plastic. It would be hard to believe Remy gets to charge 200 dollars for each one of these, but I’m pretty sure he could find a way to make money from sneezing if he wanted to.

Pretending to be uninterested that people are watching me, I suck the toy like it just paid my rent. It kind of did, actually. I pull it from my lips, careful to make a popping sound that the guests would enjoy, and then reach down and start to slide it against me.

It wouldn’t be the worst I’ve ever had. The shaft is ribbed for my pleasure, but we’ll see if it works. I push it inside me and toss my head back with a sigh for dramatic effect.

Moving my little friend in and out rhythmically, it doesn’t feel too bad. The ribbing adds some interesting friction. I moan and whimper just enough to sound convincing, but not be over the top. I’m supposed to keep this up for fifteen minutes.

A man steps to the front of the crowd, front and center. He towers over me as he stares blankly between my legs with his arms crossed. His expression is neutral, unamused. Something about that makes me hot. I rub my little friend harder against my favorite spot and let out an excited moan just for him.

I casually glance through the crowd to find Remy, wanting to know if I’m doing a good job. He’s off with a couple guests on the couch. One woman kissing his neck while the other paws at his fly. So much for sitting this one out.

Fuck the fifteen minutes, I’m just going to make myself come.

The guests watching me seem amused enough, their focused attention suddenly making the toy feel so much better. I lie back and push it in deep, coaxing it exactly where I want it. My pussy begins to quiver as I tease myself. « Ah ! » My body lubricates around the toy and the sounds of my wetness become more audible.

When I feel a hand on my leg, my eyes snap open. The man from before has taken a seat next to me on the bed and appears to think this is more than just a show.

« Oh, no touching allowed, big boy, » I coo to him.

The man doesn’t listen. He continues to stroke his fingers against my thigh. My heart starts to race with a rush of adrenaline. My attention leaves the toy.

He’s seriously messing with the wrong bitch. I’d punch him straight in the fucking nose if I didn’t think it would ruin the party. « Remy ? » I call for him.

I find him still on the couch, his tongue down the throat of one woman, his dick down the throat of another. Goddammit, Remy, I’m trying to be good.

The man moves atop me and reaches for his fly. I push away from him quickly and yell, « Remy ! »

He turns to look my way and snaps into action. He pushes past the women, tucking himself back into his pants as he storms over to us.

The man’s hand finds me again, and I react instantly, leaning away and swinging my arm. The back of my hand hits him across the face with a loud slap.

The crowd gasps and I cover my mouth with my hands. Dammit, Maggie !

The man looks at me with a mixture of anger and confusion. Before he can say anything, Remy pulls him up by the shirt with force and glares at him. « No touching without approval, » Remy growls. « You know the rules. »

« Fuck you and your rules, that stupid bitch hit me ! »

Remy’s eyes widen. Shit.

Want to get murdered ? Say something misogynistic about me in front of Remy.

Right on cue, he pushes the man forward, making him tumble backward onto the floor. « Out ! Now ! »

The man pushes himself up off the floor and straightens his clothes. « I don’t understand what the big deal is. I paid good money to –« 

« Out ! » Remy roars. The room grows quiet.

The man raises his palms as if to placate him. He turns and makes his way out through the motionless crowd.

Remy comes over to me as I put my panties back on. He wraps me in an arm and takes me with him to his bedroom.

When he ushers me inside and closes it behind us, he grips my shoulders and looks at me with annoying worry in his eyes. At least his anger is gone. « I’m so sorry, hon. You know that shit is never supposed to happen at these things. »

« It’s fine, I’m used to it. » I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him close, resting my cheek against his chest. I relax more when his strong arms envelop my shoulders. « I’m fine. Really. Stop worrying. »

« Okay. » Remy runs his hands up and down my back to soothe me. « It wouldn’t be like this, you know. If you worked for me. »

« Oh, I’m sure, » I say sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood. « Men will never disrespect me if they pay me for sex. »

« But that’s the difference, Mags. As an escort, you get to say no whenever you want. If you work at a brothel, you say no enough, you get fired. »

Did he just say brothel ? Fucking shit. « Brothel ? What brothel ? » I play dumb.

He rolls his eyes and takes a step back from me. « You really think I don’t keep track of my competition ? My buddy from the gym is a bouncer at Pink Rabbit. » Shit, shit, triple shit. Remy crosses his arms and looks down at me. « He mentioned seeing you a couple weeks ago, and I figured two plus two equaled you not having enough money for school and not wanting to tell me. »

For school ? My nerves calm when I realize he doesn’t know everything. « Okay, yes. I need the money, Remy, but I don’t want it to come from you, » I explain. That much is true. « I don’t need you to take care of me all the time, I can take care of myself. I’m never going to move on and get my shit together if I keep relying on you for everything. »

« You’re not relying on me. I just want you to be safe, » he says. « And something resembling happy, preferably. »

That makes me laugh. « You want me to be happy ? Are you happy ? »

His mouth twists with annoyance. « You’re trying to make things better for yourself, but you’re only thinking about the bottom line, » he says, ignoring my question. « With me, you can choose whoever you want to see, what you’re willing to do. That’s true for all my girls, not just you, » he explains like a good pimp. I’m not sure if that’s the proper term or not. « It’s not only more money, it’s safer and comes with a lot more choice. »

All I respond with is, « Yep. »

He sighs with frustration but pulls me into his arms again. « I know you’re going to do what you want. You always do. » His head tilts to rest against mine. « Just don’t make me worry too much, okay ?

Dammit, Remy. He knew he had me the minute he found out. He doesn’t need a guilt trip on top of it. I take a breath and regretfully say, « I’ll fucking do it. »

He leans away to look at me face-to-face. « What ? »

I roll my eyes. « Working for you. I’ll give it a shot. »

His smile widens. « Are you serious ? » I purse my lips and nod. He raises his fists in the air in triumph. « Fuck yes ! Finally ! » he says with pure glee.

« Yeah, yeah, I’m such a goddamn prize. » He looks down at me with a wide smile, laughing like a child. Seeing him so happy makes me feel better, though I try to ignore the nervous racing of my heart. « Sorry I interrupted your fun earlier, » I say to change the subject.

« Don’t be. »

I give him a mischievous grin and say, « I could finish you off if you’d like. »

He laughs. « No, thank you. »

« You know it’s my forte. » I tease.

He runs his fingers over my hair to smooth it. « No means no, Mags, » he jokes. He steps away from my grasp and resituates himself in his pants with a grimace. « My fucking balls though ! »

Every job has training, it seems. Remy made me drive out to meet with one of his consultants to go over the responsibilities and legal requirements of the job. Apparently, it was more than looking good and sucking dick, there were laws and other legal things I knew nothing about.

The consultant was an older woman who lived in a little house out in the desert. I found out why. After a short, yet incredibly awkward training and informational session with a dildo, I moved on to a paperwork and liability class. I never knew there were so many types of condoms before, or that not all lubricants are the same, and required STD testing every month ? It all seemed a bit excessive, but as Remy said right before I punched him, « Pimpin’ ain’t easy ».