“Take that,” Carol says, pointing to the jug of cranberry juice and a liter of vodka.
I snag the two items and move on. I’m glad Marietta is chipper in the face of Betz. I’ve never seen her act so harshly. But then, she hasn’t had a house mouse to boss around. I’m relieved Marietta didn’t change her status to bunny right away. When I saw her, I wasn’t sure.
Hoss exits his room ahead of me as I walk the long hall, leaving the door open. I glance in as I pass, and the redhead from last night is lounging on the bed, stark naked.
She sees me and grins. “Thanks for the rec. Hoss was great.”
I lift the vodka bottle. “Happy to be of service.”
As I bump the door to the meeting room open with my shoulder, I see Marietta walking slowly on those breakneck heels, a tray of fruit in her hands.
She’s clearly not used to shoes like that, but she’s making her way well enough.
She smiles at me but looks with curiosity through Hoss’s open door as she approaches, I guess to see who I was talking to.
It’s easy to know when she spots the redhead because she stumbles.
I want to rescue her, but my hands are full, and the door is halfway open to the meeting room. I won’t be of any help by the time I can get to her.
Her eyes go wide, but she rights herself, with only a lone grape rolling off the tray to the floor.
“I’ll get that, hon,” the redhead says, appearing in the hall, completely naked, and picking it up.
Marietta steps aside to give her room, taking her in. “Did those hurt?” she asks, her gaze dropping to the woman’s barbell nipples.
“Nah,” she says. “I like a good tweak.”
Marietta’s eyes go wide. “You do?”
The woman laughs. “Sweet little mouse.”
I ease the door closed again so the men inside don’t notice me standing in the hall. I’m riveted by Marietta’s conversation.
The redhead examines the grape, then pops it in her mouth. The contrast is stark. Marietta—tall, willowy, awkward in the heels, not really comfortable in the getup, like a kid in a costume. And the redhead—all breast and thigh and ass, leaning against the doorframe like a bordello worker from the Wild West.
“Some men like two girls. I don’t mind sharing. It’s all in good fun, if you want to try it.”
Like hell that will happen. My voice roars down the hall, “Mouse, get your ass in here with the food.”
Marietta jumps and hurries my way. I shove the door open with my elbow and step aside so she can pass.
My yelling at her quiets the men, then they laugh.
“Prospect likes having a mouse to boss around,” Chain says. “Come over here, Mouse. I know we can’t have you, but we can take a look-see.”
Marietta finds her composure, flashing Chain a smile. “Betz helped me get dressed today. She found some clothes lying around left by bunnies.”
Low Joe reaches out to snap the elastic of the pink thong. “I approve of my lady’s choices.”
“Watch your fucking hands,” Iron Jack says. “Nobody touches the mouse.”
Low Joe laughs. “All right, all right.”
Marietta definitely has the attention of the club as she sets the tray on the table. She comes over and takes the vodka and cranberry from me. “Can I pour anything for you all?”
“Run along,” Iron Jack says. “We need to get started.”
I open the door for her again, not relaxing until she’s down the hall, past Hoss’s room. Then I latch the door and take my seat in the corner.
