Trevor snorts rudely.
“No problem, Doc. How about this for honesty, though, since we’re going to be here a while. Have you ever met a woman so filthy that she lets you pound her every which way? I mean, taking it up the ass all the time, and not just the butt, but deep throating and in the pussy too? Fuck, those girls are amazing.”
I look up at him, stunned. What the fuck is this loser saying? Is this really happening during a medical procedure? But I merely smile coldly.
“Let’s keep our conversation PG, shall we?” I ask. “Again, I want to do my best work for you.”
But Trevor just shrugs again, already running his mouth.
“I tell you, I used an escort once who was fucking incredible. She was with an agency called Three Hole Girls and she was fucking wild! Brown curly hair, big ass, big tits, and a sopping wet pussy. You know how three hole girls work, right? All three holes are available to clients, and you’re able to blow your load into them again and again, as much as you want. For a price of course,” he winks.
“Oh really?” I intone in a cold tone, still focused on the laser. “How interesting.”
I want to shut down this line of conversation asap, but then Trevor says something that makes me start.
“Yeah, that escort was fucking amazing. I mean, she cost an arm and a leg, but I highly recommend her. I’ll let you in on a secret in case you decide to try it for yourself,” he smirks. “Her name was Danielle, and you’ll know her by the tramp stamp on her back. It’s a rose with the letters THG next to it. Get it? THG for Three Hole Girls.”
I pause as the laser continues to flicker in my hands. Is this boy fucking kidding me? Has he just described my girlfriend, Dani?
But my mind goes crazy because in fact, Trevor’s described the curvy girl’s lower-back tattoo. I realize that many women have discreet rose tattoos, but how many are also named Danielle, and how many have the acronym “THG” emblazoned on their skin? Fuck fuck fuck!
Fingers trembling, I shut off the laser removal machine.
“We’re done for today,” I say in a smooth tone. “Thanks for coming in.”
Trevor looks puzzled.
“Really? But the appointments usually take much longer. Like forty minutes at least.”
I merely push away on my stool before getting up and reaching for the door.
“Usually, but today your skin is showing heightened sensitivity, so I’ve decided to terminate today’s session for your health and safety. Let’s continue next time, shall we?”
Trevor hops off the exam chair and pulls his pants leg down.
“Sure thing, Doc. By the way, I also have a problem with my dentures,” he says before spitting out a wretched plastic set into his hand. “Can you look at it for me?”
But I’ve already turned to leave. After all, I’m a dermatologist and not a dentist, so fuck his dentures. What kind of disgusting fuckwad is he, anyways? Even worse, what did he say about Dani?
My mind whirls as I stalk back to my office, trying to sort out this new information. Could it be that my girlfriend works as an escort? That she’s been seeing men for years, and potentially even while we’ve been dating? Has she been fucking other guys while we’ve been together? Rage clouds my vision as I drop into my chair, trembling. Fuck that. Fuck this. And most of all, fuck Dani.
I shove my hands in my hair, nearly yanking handfuls out. This can’t be happening. But how can it not be true? Dani and Danielle are similar names. Then, add in the distinctive tattoo and there’s only one possible conclusion.
I slam my fists on my desk and snatch my jacket from the back of my chair. I’ve got to get out of here. I need to talk to Dani. I need to hear her say it to my face. I need to hear her admit that she’s been sleeping with other men for money, as crazy as that sounds. Apparently, I was mistaken about everything because the truth seems obvious: Dani has been moonlighting as a hooker and letting men plunder her body for cold, hard cash. My heart breaks as I storm out of the office because how does that old saying go again? Oh that’s right: the truth hurts.
9
Dani
I don’t spend a lot of time in my apartment these days because most of the time, I’m with Hunter. There are the occasional nights where my boyfriend comes over and stays with me if he knows his daughter’s going to be home, but that doesn’t happen too often. Chrissy’s been dating up a storm with Mack, and has been unavailable for the most part.
“You wouldn’t believe what he does to me in bed,” she moaned just the other night on the phone. “Oh my God, I didn’t even know people do that!”