Amy tried to act offended. “Bitch.”
Ugh, basic.“Whore.”
Said bitch stepped forward to intimidate me with her dollar-store lash extensions right before Jade dragged me away. “Okay, that’s enough of that.”
“I had more to say,” I argued while she was busy shoving my costume into my hands.
“We all do, believe me, but it’s almost showtime, and if we listed off everything we wanted to say to Satan’s mistress, we would be here until next Thanksgiving.”
I tried to protest, “But?—”
She pushed me into the dressing room. “Don’t make me dress you.” She gave me a pointed look before closing the curtain.
I sighed and slipped myself into the dainty tan dress and glanced at myself in the mirror. As far as outfits went at Pink Cherrie, it was almost modest. Other than a stooping neckline and thigh-length skirt, I looked innocent.
But the white fishnet stockings added the usual flare.
I waited at my vanity until it was ten minutes till showtime. Sarah curled her shoulder-length hair beside me while Jade fiddled with a cherry-red bra.
She, like many girls, had volunteered to be a pie.
As I watched, my hand slipped and smudged my eyeliner. Just when I had finished salvaging my makeup, Kitty rushed over to me. “I need you on the table.”
I frowned. “What?”
“Wendy is out, and I’m down one cornucopia. You’re taking her place.” I opened my mouth to argue, to tell her that so many other girls would gladly be feasted on, but she wouldn’t listen. “Tara, this is the quickest option.”
Jade overheard our conversation and defended me, “If she really doesn’t want to, I’ll take her place. I wouldn’t mind getting up close and personal with one of those tasty men out there.”
Sarah laughed, “There’s always the chance that you’ll get a Cherry and not a Python.”
“I’ll take that risk,” Jade said and winked before turning back to her mirror.
Kitty looked me in the eye for the first time since she walked in on me and Jason. “I need you on the table tonight.”
I swallowed down the hesitation building inside me and nodded. I had lied to her for months; the least I could do was fill in where she needed me.Even if it meant I got fucked in front of the entire store—again.
“Two minutes,” Kitty yelled and started ushering Cherries out the door. “Don’t forget the whipped cream, Jade!”
“Aye, aye, Captain Cunt!” Jade laughed and tossed the can of whipped cream to me. “Take this to the table.”
“Is it for the dessert?” I raised a brow.
She grinned. “You could say that.”
As I walkedto the center of the room, I became certain of three things.
One, I still needed to speak to Jason. Preferably, when we were alone.
Two, Kitty would not forget what she saw. There was no use in hoping.
Three, my left boob was ten seconds away from being sawed off by the underwire of my bra. Which was a damn shame since it was the biggest one.
I squirmed around to ease the sharp poking, no matter who watched. While I was busy saving my tits, Jason appeared. He pulled me to the side of the room before settling his gaze on me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as I used him to shield myself while I readjusted.
“Nothing.” I straightened my dress back out and stared at his ruby-red contacts.Well, that’s horrifying.“I see you got new eyes.”
