Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Diego's in vice, and I trust his info, but I don't like feeling exposed. Vulnerable. "Well, just keep me posted if anything changes, yeah? I’ll need to let Viper know and we can't be too careful."
"You got it, boss." Rosa's lips quirk.
She tilts her head toward the door just as another knock sounds, more urgent this time.
"Come in," I call again, curiosity piqued.
It's not like my girls to interrupt when I'm holed up back here.
The door cracks open and Melody peeks her head in, her blue eyes rimmed with red. "Sorry, I don't mean to barge in, but..." She bites her lip. "It's my dad. He had a massive heart attack. I need to get to Philly like, now."
"Oh shit, Mel." I rise and cross to her, pulling her into a hug.
She feels so tiny and fragile in my arms. "Of course, do what you need to do. Family first, always."
She sniffles against my shoulder. "Thanks, I just... I'm freaking out. The doctors don't know if he'll..." She trails off, voice cracking.
I rub her back, letting her collect herself.
Melody's dad is her rock, the one person who's always been there for her.
I can't imagine what she's feeling right now.
After a moment, she pulls back, wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry, I just barged in here blubbering. Some dominatrix I am, huh?"
"Hey, none of that." I squeeze her shoulders. "You're human. We all are, even if we play goddess in the dungeon sometimes."
That earns me a watery laugh.
I take it as a win. "Do you have any sessions booked that we need to juggle?"
Melody presses her fingers to her temples. "Um, yeah. Charles tonight for some impact play. And Killian tomorrow for his usual HUCOW deal."
I feel my brows creep up at that.
Killian's not shy about his kinks.
Something about adult breastfeeding and him being a human cow.
Melody catches my look and laughs. "I know, I know. Don't kink shame."
I hold up my hands. "No shame. Just impressed by your range."
"Oh, and Marty's booked the night after that for cuckolding. But I can call them, or have Rosa..."
"I've got it handled," I assure her. "Don't even stress. We’ll move some ladies around and make sure the clients are satisfied. Just get yourself to Philly and take care of your dad. Let me know if you need anything else."
Relief washes over her face. "Thank you. Really. I don't know what I'd do..."
She looks like she might dissolve into tears again, so I pull her in for one more quick hug.
"Go. And text me with updates, okay? We're all pulling for your dad."
She nods against my shoulder, then pulls back. "Thanks, Iris. I will."
With a final sniffle, she slips out the door, pulling it shut behind her.
I sigh, turning back to Rosa, whose eyes are soft with sympathy.
"Damn. I hope her dad pulls through. That's heavy."
"Yeah. Me too." I scrub a hand over my face. "Can you take Charles tonight? Give him a good working over? I think you could blow off some steam."
Rosa's eyes gleam. "Mm, now that I can do. You know bossing men around is my favorite pastime."
I smirk, dropping back into my chair. "Oh I know it. Charles won't know what hit him. Just make sure he can still walk after, yeah?"
Her throaty laugh fills the room. "No promises. But I'll do my best."
We grin at each other, the tension easing from my shoulders.
This, right here, is why I love my girls.
Even in the middle of chaotic and stressful situations, we have each other's backs.
We're a team.
A family.
"So Killian and his HUCOW fetish..." I arch a brow at Rosa. "You game for that one too? Or should I tap someone else."
Rosa purses her ruby lips, considering. "You know, I actually kinda dig it. There's something weirdly soothing about cuddling a grown man while he suckles, pretending to be a damn cow."
I snort out a laugh.
I'll never understand the appeal, but that's why I've got my girls.
They all have their secret kinks and niches.
"Alrighty then, HUCOW Killian is yours. And I'll see if Lana can take Marty the Cuck. She gets off on humiliation even more than Jade does."
Rosa nods. "Good call. She'll have Marty crying tears of shame and arousal in no time."
We hash out a few more details and scheduling snafus.
We roll with the punches and lift each other up.
After a few minutes, Rosa rises with a stretch, her crop top riding up to reveal her golden belly ring. "All right, boss. I'm gonna go get dolled up and head over to prep for my session with Charles. Wanna whip up a new persona just for him. Something extra... authoritative." She smirks.
"Ooh, do the severe headmistress look," I suggest eagerly. "He won't be able to sit for a week, I guarantee it."
We cackle together briefly, the naughty co-conspirators we are at heart.