There’s a round black leather booth that’s empty. She falls into it and scoots over to allow me to sit beside her. I’m about to ask her what in the hell this is when a girl climbs off the stage next to us and slides into our booth. She has bleach-blond hair that cascades down her back. Her plump lips are painted blood red, and she has purple contacts in. She also wears nothing but a G-string. I can’t help but look at her perfect tits. Honestly, I can’t tell if they’re real or fake.
“Jasmine.” She smiles and pulls her in for a hug.
“Shana.” Jasmine kisses her cheek before pulling away. “Thank you for meeting with us.”
“Anything for you. What do you need?”
“I’m in a bind. And I need cash. Fast.” Jasmine makes it sound like we’re here for her. And I’m thankful for that.
The woman’s eyes slide to mine, then back to Jasmine. “You know I can’t …”
“Please?” Jasmine begs. “I know you can help me. I swear I won’t tell anyone. Totally confidential.”
I want to ask so many questions but keep my mouth shut for the moment.
Shana looks from her to me a couple of times. “I’m guessing this is for the both of you?”
Jasmine looks at me too, and I swallow nervously. I have to make a decision here. Jasmine can’t speak for me. But I do trust her. So far, she’s the only one willing to help me. “Yes, please.”
She nods and slides out of the booth and walks toward the other side of the club. She disappears into a door by the main stage.
I look at Jasmine. “What did I just sign up for?”
“I’ll explain it the moment we leave. We’ll go back to my house and fill it out.”
“Fill what out?”
Just then the woman returns to our booth and sets two forms down. “Here you go.” She also has her cell with her, and she begins to type away on it. “I’m letting him know you’re coming. If I refer you, you have a better chance.”
“Message who?” I ask.
“Okay.” She looks down at her phone, ignoring my question. “He’ll be expecting you Friday morning. Just write my name at the bottom of your application so he knows who you are.”
She turns her phone around and holds it up so we can read it. My heart skips a beat when I see who she messaged.
Her: I’m sending two girls Friday. They have their forms.
Titan: Sounds good.
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We make ourway back to her car. I’m practically running behind her to keep up with her pace. I think Jasmine knows I’m pissed. If not, she’s about to find out.
“A prostitute? That’s how you expect me to fix my problem?”
“A queen is not a prostitute,” she argues. I get in the passenger seat and slam her car door shut.
“Let’s recap, shall we? I tell you George is forcing me to sleep with him, and your idea is for me to fuck random strangers?”
“Queens don’tfuckrandom strangers. You get offered a job, and you decide if you accept or decline.”
I run a hand through my hair. “And why the fuck did she message Titan about this?”
She sighs. “He runs the Queens. The escort service through Kingdom. He hires the girls and gets their jobs. I told you he could help you.”
“Of course, he fucking does.”Unbelievable.
We come to a stop at the stoplight, and she looks at me. “Listen. I’m trying to help you. Queens make bank. Cash. It’s exclusive and on the hush hush. You sign an NDA, and the clients sign an NDA. You make as much as you want, as often as you want. You fill out the form with what you’re willing to do and not do.”
