“Yeah, but my plan backfired. He’s sending me out again.”
“Bullshit. You made more than enough for him last night,” Kelly said.
“Well, I was always an overachiever.”
Gina giggled. “I guess you didn’t try hard enough, then, because you’re going back out.”
“I think I made a mistake bringing in so much money last night, and now he’s going to expect this from me every time. Stupid.”
“He can’t. Every night is different.”
“Tell that to Nolan.” Kelly snorted. “What are you planning to do, sweetie?”
I shrugged. “Do what I do best. Take kitty out to play tonight and bring Nolan his money.”
Gina shook her head. “If only I had your optimism.”
One didn’t get into our line of business, whether voluntarily or forced, without optimism. Otherwise, I’d have lost myself the first time I let a stranger put money in my hand so he could bend me over in a back alley.
After gathering my stuff from the closet I shared with Raj, I walked down the corridor to the communal bathroom everyone on this floor shared. The house had three floors, with the top strictly off-limits unless Nolan requested one of us. The two other floors housed the prostitutes who worked for him. Gender wasn't addressed here. We shared everything, and privacy was just a word in the dictionary.
Many of the other prostitutes had already left, since several had to start early to make the minimum Nolan expected for the night. I stopped and swallowed my groan. Julius. Not the guy I wanted to see. Too late. He smiled at me as he rubbed his silky black hair with a towel.
“Hey, ’sup?” I said casually, then squeezed by him.
“My dick when it’s around you.”
I gagged only because he was behind me and couldn’t see my face. “Your dick’s always up around everybody.”
Julius was one of the rare exclusive tops who worked for Nolan. Unlike the rest of us, who had to find their tricks on the mean streets, Julius could earn his money in the brothel on the third floor. Men who were too ashamed or afraid to display their sexual preferences in their daily lives paid handsomely to be fucked by him. He was the only one making more money than I did for Nolan.
“But it has a special thing for you, baby,” he said.
I ducked into one of the stalls and yanked the curtain in place. If only there was a door.
I stripped the towel from around my waist and turned the shower on full blast. Icy cold wetness slapped against my chest. Fuck. That was cold. Usually, I would let it run hot, but I needed to drown out Julius.
“Just this once, pretty,” he called from the other side of the curtain.
I soaped up my washcloth and scrubbed my body. “Sorry, I can’t hear you.”
Blessed silence filled the bathroom. Was he gone? After a couple of minutes passed and I heard nothing more out of his sweet-talking mouth, I relaxed. I hung my washcloth and turned to prep myself for the night ahead. I never skimped on this part, as I never knew how many inches I would meet. Many of the guys were average, and I hadn’t met a really hung dude yet, but I never ruled out the possibility.
The shower curtain was yanked back, and I almost dropped the dildo I was working in and out of my ass to loosen things up.
“What the fuck, Julius!”
He grinned. His cock was hard, and he stroked it as he leered at my body.
“Bend over and let me put it in,” he said. “I promise you’ll like it.”
“Nope. Nolan only lets us have sex for cash.” Unless it was with him.
“I can pay you.”
“No.”
“Come on.”