“Drink this,” Wendy said, handing me a cup filled with liquid that was the same shade of red as her hair.
Her green eyes were piercing but softened by the curve of her lips. She wore a delicate, sheer lingerie set in an emerald green that contrasted with her hair. The lace fabric clung to herfigure, accentuating her curves yet leaving just enough to the imagination.
“What is it?” I glanced up at her with bloodshot eyes.
“Tomato juice,” she answered with a comforting smile. “It’s good for hangovers.”
“Why do you have tomato juice?”Prepared and ready for the poor schmuck who’d drink it, probably.
She laughed, “You think you’re the only one who drinks before the show?” Right, stupid question.
I sniffed the juice in front of me and figured I couldn’t feel any worse; the watery ketchup swirled over my tongue, and I forced myself to swallow. Once I finished, the girl took the cup. “How long until I feel better?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Don’t ask me. I haven’t drank since high school.”
Despite all the energy in my body being drained, I still felt the desire to stare her down until the blood in her veins boiled. I pinched my eyes shut and tried not to vomit; tasting the tomato juice all over again quickly became my worst nightmare.
I cradled my head and attempted to look on the dimly lit side of things: for the first time in hours, Jason couldn’t have been further from my mind.
“Apparently, Jason is letting one of us take a spin on his newest toy,” said one of the ‘perkier’ Cherries who directed the conversation to her friend.
And lo and behold, Jason was back at the forefront of my thoughts.
“I wish I could go for a spin on him.” The girl who responded resembled the Cherry who had the highest orgasm count on my first night.
The taste of vomit came back into my throat.Jason, Jason, Jason.
Her friend giggled, “He is so cute. Did you see him at the last induction?”
Just when I assumed my day couldn’t get worse, they took turns giving descriptions of how they wanted him to fuck them. When they agreed on having a threesome if the opportunity arose, I decided I’d heard more than enough.
I grabbed my outfit and set out to wriggle myself into a slim-fitting brasier while experiencing the worst headache of my life.
Wobbling back to the dressing rooms, I slid the curtain shut. The golden lace top sparkled under the fluorescent lights. I pulled up the matching panties and realized the crotch disappeared.
A tag hung off the back with Jade’s handwriting, ‘You can’t soak these.’
Despite being the embodiment of a functioning zombie, I found it in me to smile. When I finished hiding the circles under my eyes and adding healthy coloration to my face, I wandered around and attempted to mentally prepare myself to be a stranger’s doll.
Jade graced me with her presence a few hours before the show. After asking if she was well enough to be standing on two feet, and earning a grim nod in response, I waited until she regained her ability to speak.
“What happened to you last night?” I asked.
Jade hiccupped and flinched at the noise. “I got my pipes cleaned.”
I stared at the shell of a girl sitting in front of me. Her raven-black hair sat in a tangled bun on the top of her head, and streaks of elaborate makeup covered her face. “You ditched us at the bar to get your pipes cleaned? What, was the homeowner’s association on your back or something?”
She couldn’t have meant it literally.Right?
Jade only groaned and rubbed her head. “I almost forgot.”
“Forgot what?” I asked.
“That you have the innocence of a child.” I was new to their world, but that didn’t make me innocent. Who the fuck calls their vaginapipes?
She should have seen me strapped on the bed at Jason’s mercy… “What really happened?” I pressed.
“I fucked around with a guy for a bit,” she explained, waving her hand dismissively. “Do you have a mint or something?”
