Chapter 21

Stretching both arms behind his back, Anthony Dinallo gripped one wrist with the opposite hand as a muscle in his jaw spasmed. The fifty-year-old married man and father of two had been pacing about in the baggage claim area for three hours ... and counting. How could a measly little one hour and forty-five-minute flight be delayed like this? He tipped his head, sucked in a lungful of oxygen, and rocked back and forth. This is freakin’ ridiculous! It was supposed to be a quick hop, skip, and a jump from Salt Lake City, but had turned into the complete opposite. Blasted airlines! Another reason I hate air travel.

Dozens of people, waiting for their relatives and friends, were also showing signs of impatience. Then again, the Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport was known for holding up its travelers. I have nothing but trouble every time I come here. With a surge in summer vacation plans and the airport reportedly being short-staffed, TSA wait times, for example, were reaching sixty minutes.

It’ll be worth it once Kayleigh is finally here. How could it not be? I’ve fantasized so long for this one moment. But Tony was a man of zero tolerance. He kept an eye on the crush of passengers spilling out from the terminal and flexed his fingers. Where the hell is she? A shadow came over his face as he continued slogging in circles.

Ten thousand dollars, brother. Think about that. With two bank envelopes stashed away in a zippered compartment of his cargo shorts, Tony could buy his eldest child, a recent high school graduate, a used car that would last for several years. That was his plan for Angelo’s graduation present back in May, at least – a vehicle that wasn’t a beater, one that wouldn’t bust down after a month or two of use. My kid deserves a break. He’s had such bad luck with cars.

But days before he was about to make that purchase, Tony received an offer from Sammy he couldn’t refuse.

I gave my boy a hundred-dollar gift card instead.

“Kayleigh!” Bouncing on his toes, Tony’s heartbeat sped up, and his eyes verified twice over the petite, blue-eyed pack of blonde dynamite moving amongst the masses wasn’t just a mirage of the Sonoran Desert. “Kayleigh!” Tony’s feet kicked up and he hurtled toward Lindsay with all the momentum of a tidal wave, casting aside anyone who dare get in his way. “Hey, honey, it’s me! It’s Tony.”

Lindsay’s eyes flicked up, bright and alluring. “Well ... hello, hello there, handsome. So happy to see you again. How are you?”

“Better now. Oh, much better now.” Tony’s stout, heavyset body turned to mush once Lindsay’s slight, delicate arms wrapped around him. He couldn’t delay the inevitable, either, lowering his lips and swallowing Lindsay’s startled groan into his mouth, savoring it, savoring her. She tasted like sin and paradise, and when she grabbed his linen shirt, balled it into both of her fists and pulled him closer, any lingering guilt Tony harbored regarding this unlawful ten-thousand-dollar transaction faded into oblivion.

“Oh my God, you look awesome. Thanks for agreeing to come visit me like this.” Goosebumps pebbled his clothed skin as he stepped back and surveyed the goods. “Oh, my.” His eyes swelled when he focused on Lindsay’s breasts, encased in a fluorescent-orange halter top that hugged and clutched her nubile young form in all the appropriate places. “Kayleigh, wow.”

“You like my new boobies?” Lindsay hushed her voice and smirked, her right hip jutted to the side, spine arched, thus casting her breasts higher, with her shoulders squared in a proud, confident stance. “I look a little different than I did when we last saw each other a year ago, huh?”

“Different? Yeah, I’ll say.” Tony’s broke away. “You look fantastic. As hot as ever.”

“I got them back in March.” Lindsay’s smile kept growing. “Went from a B-cup all the way up to a D. One of the best decisions of my life.”

“That’s awesome. They’re awesome.” He took another step back. “Let me ogle you some more.” Tony’s gaze drifted down Lindsay’s stretchy halter top, over her slinky, faded denim cutoff shorts, to her wondrously sexy backside and athletically trim, fit legs. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the Miss America pageant was in town. “Holy hallelujah.” Years of diet and exercise had yielded sleek, toned muscles, a sensuous symphony of curves that danced beneath Lindsay’s tanned, sun-bronzed skin.

“I’m actually seeing you in a public place with proper lighting, and not in that dark, dreary house back in Nevada. This is amazing.” Could Tony knock thirty years off his age and marry this girl right here, right now? If he had one wish, that would be it. “I ... I can’t believe this. You’re actually here. Here, with me!” Yeah, forget my son and his graduation present.

Hell, forget my wife too.

Lindsay cocked her head and appraised her john up and down. “I saw your e-mail when I landed. Thank you for being patient and waiting. I’m sorry about the late arrival. Back in Utah, they said they needed extra time to disinfect and sanitize the plane before taking off.” She rose on her tiptoes and pecked his stubbled cheek. “I’m here now, though, and that’s all that matters.”

“Yes, I agree. You’re here now. All that matters. Wow.” An instant later, Tony again couldn’t resist the urge, his hands tangling in Lindsay’s hair, curling around the strands at her scalp, using the grip to position her as he slanted across her mouth for another scintillating kiss. There was no hiding from his desire, yet he was also cognizant of all the people around them – tourists, employees, families, curious onlookers. How many guys – jealous guys – were passing by and watching him make out with Miss America?

He’d never been an advocate of public displays of affection, but it felt different – not to mention marvelous – to be on the opposite end of the coin for a change. Now, people could gawk at him!

Riled up after such a sizzling exchange, he zeroed in on Lindsay’s sky-blue eyes. Yeah, hot damn, you feel it too. That kiss was off the charts. Tony held her as activity spiraled onward all around them – people coming, people going – and enjoyed the knowledge that for the next three days, at least, he would get to be with that “special someone” he’d searched his entire life for. Even if I have to pay for it, I don’t care.

Lindsay was, without a doubt, the girl of his dreams.

When a trio of aviation security officers walked by, one of them bumped Tony’s shoulder by accident. It ended the tender embrace and Tony shot the man an evil glare, but he was soon smiling at Lindsay again. “How about we get your luggage, ditch the airport, and go have some fun?”

Looking down at her Chuck Taylors, the nineteen-year-old dabbed at her lips with a lone finger and nodded twice, saying nothing.

Moments later, Lindsay watched Tony slide into the driver’s seat beside her and close the door. “We should get the business out of the way before we go any further.” She blew a loose strand of hair from her eyes and wrung out her clammy hands. “Do you have my money? Ten-K in cash?”

“Yeah, of course.” Tony surrendered the two bank envelopes without hesitation. Lindsay folded one flap back and gave a visual inspection. “It’s all there, sweetheart – five thousand in each one. I’d never cheat you.”

She wiggled her shoulders and placed the compensation into her Burberry crossbody travel tote. “I trust you, baby. So, how have you been?”

“Stupendous.” Tony grinned and held both palms out. “How have you been? Didn’t I promise you after our party last July I’d see you again?” He glanced around the rental car, the cheapest he could find on Expedia. “I never thought it would be under these circumstances, though.” His eyes retraced their path back to her. “If you don’t mind me asking, honey, why did you leave Happy Ending Ranch? I went there in September to be with you, but they said you’d quit.” He couldn’t suppress a frown. “I was heartbroken; thought I’d never see you again.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, baby.” Her left hand slipped from his arm and grazed his fingers. “I may go back to the brothel again one day, I don’t know. But last year, it was a year of transition for me, and I’d moved on from that phase of my life.” You’re lying; you miss it, and hope Daddy lets you go back there one day. And soon. “Don’t get me wrong, I had a blast there. Had fun, made some friends, met some super guys like you.” Her voice softened. “Did you party with another girl, at least?”

“Yeah, I did.” His smile twitched and died. “Kenzie.”

“Oh, Kenzie?” Lindsay’s head did a quick bobble. “Kenzie is a sweet girl. She was one of my best friends during the three short weeks I was there. I miss her.”

“Kenzie was sweet, I agree, but she wasn’t you. I mean, you’re perfect.”

Lindsay placed a hand to her heart. “Awwwww. Well, you and I had such a fantastic time.”

“I had a fantastic time. I hope you had a fantastic time too.”

She leaned forward and laughed. “I had a super fantastic time.”

“That’s awesome. So, what have you been up to?” Tony raised an eyebrow. “Is it true the infamous Sammy Slams is your boyfriend? I’ve never met the man, but know him from online, else you and I wouldn’t be here right now. I mean, that guy is a legend from how everyone talks and goes on about him on the bulletin board.”

“Oh, Sammy’s a trip, that’s for sure.” A grin curled around Lindsay’s cherry red lips like a lazy cat settling in a puddle of midday sunshine. “And yes, he and I are dating.” We’re getting married on Evie’s birthday. “Please don’t tell anyone, though. We want to keep our relationship under wraps, away from the monger community.” All I care about is Colt, Pamela, or Jim somehow finding out. That cannot happen under any circumstances.

“Oh, I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me.” He tilted his head. “Dating, huh? I remember Sammy wrote a glowing review about you on the website last year. Did you and him meet at the brothel?”

“Yes, we did. He was a client like you.”

“Wow. And you’re with him now? For real? What a lucky bastard.” His eyes narrowed. “And Sammy has no issue with you seeing me like this?”

“He’s the one who set us up, is he not?” I still can’t believe Daddy pimped me out. “Trust me, you have no reason to worry about Sammy.” Lindsay glanced at her smartphone and her lips evened out when she saw there were still no new messages. Where is Daddy? What is he doing? “Sammy is cool. He’s been wanting me to accept independent bookings for the past couple of months. It’s a way to make some extra money, put it away in savings.” Lindsay flashed another winning smile. “You’re my first, so be proud.”

“I am?” Tony’s expression brightened. “Wow, I’m honored. So, what is Sammy like? His reputation is that of a wild, crazy sex maniac, a party animal. Is that how he truly is?”

She flicked her wrist and chuckled. “Oh, Sammy is a sweet, sweet man, a kind man. Don’t believe what you read on those boards. People are silly, they exaggerate things... they lie.” She broke eye contact.

“You live in Utah now? Salt Lake City? You grew up in San Francisco, right?”

“Yeah, chillin’, hangin’ out, relaxin’, you know. I’m a Ute now.” Off to the side, a cab screeched to the curb.

“Okay. Very nice, very nice. Awesome, that’s awesome. I’m from southwestern Utah, three hundred miles or so from SLC.” Tony’s unwavering gaze clamped on to her. “Yeah, I was so happy when Sammy messaged me and said you’d be willing to meet up and have some fun for a couple of days.”

“I’m happy we could meet up as well. We’re going to have an awesome time.” She threw her hands in the air. “I remember every single moment, every detail, of the party you and I had too. You were one of my favorite mongers.”

“You remember every detail? You’re being honest?”

“Of course.”

“Wow, I would’ve never thought that. I’m sure you saw plenty of guys while working there.”

“A few.” She pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle an innocent giggle.

“What made me stand out? Why do you remember me so vividly? From what I’ve read, with sex workers, all their clients kind of blend together after a while, and none stand out.”

Lindsay wagged a finger. “There you go believing what you read again.” She closed her eyes and let out a murmur. “I’m not that way. I remember you. I remember everything about our party.” She traced a finger along Tony’s kneecap. “You had me dress up as a secretary – your fetish, your weakness – and bent me over the bed, and fucked me so long, so hard. I liked that, baby, and hope you do it again here in Arizona. I’ll never forget that party.”

“For real?” Tony cleared his throat as Lindsay grasped his hand. “Oh, don’t worry, honey. We’ll have lots of fun.” Did this girl know how astonishing she was, with augmented breasts straining against her top, the face of an angel, and a small waist and curved hips begging to be held as he plowed into her from behind? But Tony knew how astonishing. Boy, did he ever.

And nothing could rip his gaze away from her cleavage, peeking out from the V-neck of the tight fabric. “Kayleigh, sweetie...” His mouth went dry. “ ... do you mind if I ... if I see ... them? You? Can I touch your...?”

“Oh, of course I don’t mind, baby, but please make it quick.” She glanced to either side to be certain the coast was clear. “I don’t want for someone to catch us.”

Cotton was already sliding down, over Lindsay’s shoulders as she took the initiative, wriggling her torso so the top slipped an inch, and then another, and one more still, until her breasts sprang free from their confines.

Desire washed over Tony’s features, his jaw slack, as he took in the sight. Lindsay’s breasts were perfect, rich and tanned, full, healthy, and much larger than he recalled, as two hands reached over to cup them. “Oh, Kayleigh. Oh, my.” Her nipples stood at attention as his fingers caressed and swept over the peaks. “These feel awesome. Oh, wow.”

He tore his gaze away and noticed that Lindsay, her spine arched, was staring down at his hands. Her eyes lifted to his a moment later, her expression so deep, so intensive that his entire body shuddered. The image of her enjoying his touch was too much to handle.

His dick began rustling.

“That’s enough for now, baby.” Lindsay’s voice was tiny, almost tremulous, as she recoiled and tucked her breasts back into the halter top. You’re a sweet man, and I like you, but I rather be in Salt Lake with Daddy. Those policemen earlier scared me. “What do you want to do first for our date?”

Tony borrowed a moment to compose himself before he backed out of the parking space, hand on the gear shifter. “Are you hungry at all?”

Lindsay’s nose twitched as she shook her head.

“We can go to the hotel if you want, or we could go shopping. I’d like to take you to an adult store and let you pick out some outfits. Outfits, you know, you’d be willing to model for me? Sexy outfits.” The car rutted over the lot, but Tony would soon open it up on the interstate. “I’ll buy you whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Lindsay squeezed his wrist. “Oh, I’d like that.” I love glitter and chic clothes and dancing around the penthouse in my underwear, so... “Let’s go shopping.”

“Whatever mi’lady wants, mi’lady gets.”

“Could we stop and get pizza later?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Sweet! I love pizza.” With her opposite hand, Lindsay checked her cell phone again. Still no messages. Why hadn’t Sammy acknowledged her after she texted him once the plane landed over an hour ago? Is everything okay? She had the urge to call him, but couldn’t do so with a client present, right? Tony must believe that one hundred percent of my focus is on him. But something seemed off, disconcerting. Daddy demanded constant communication during my trip. Sammy was free, he wasn’t busy; he was on vacation this week, after all. What is he doing that he can’t respond to me?

I’m starting to worry. Did something happen to him? Is he okay?

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When Sammy began to fuck her, Pamela gave a happy cry, but reminded herself this man’s intentions had nothing to do with offering her any sort of gratification. It had been a while since they’d partied like this, sure, but Sammy was unlike any man Pamela had ever had sex with. He was dominant and may have more experience than all the thousands of mongers she’d been with combined. The thirty-one-year-old realized that not only was she in for a supreme fucking, but a barbaric one.

In the brothel, like a primal beast, Sammy pounded Pamela so hard that the bedframe shook beneath them with every movement, and the whip marks on her ass sent pain shooting through her body as his hips slammed away. Pamela arched, moaning, accepting every moment of this complete annihilation.

Sammy showed up, unannounced, ninety minutes ago, telling Colt he’d be in town today and tomorrow, and had plans to party with every available girl. First on his wish list was Pamela as it had been eighteen months since their last meetup. He’d attempted to come here a few times earlier in the year, but something different always occurred and prevented it. Sammy offered Pamela $2,300 for three hours this afternoon, a higher rate than usual, but extras such as BDSM cost more.

Countless mongers thought they were dominant, or at least tried to be, as they lived out a lifelong fantasy with Pamela. They acted commanding, harsh. But in reality, the majority were clumsy and had no clue, and Pamela found a cute humor with their failed attempts. Sammy is different. What did she think about that? Most likely, this would be her first and last party of the day as she feared she’d barely be able to walk after it.

Without any preamble, Sammy, who’d fucked Pamela for several minutes like a cyborg, withdrew. She glanced back his way, her pussy burning from the exertions. “Sugar bear? Why did you stop? Is everything okay?”

He said nothing, instead flipping Pamela onto her back, on the mattress, and placing his knees astride her torso. Sammy’s hands went to Pamela’s head and pulled upward, and he forced her lips ajar. His condom-sheathed cock slipped inside, gagging her, and he fucked her face with the same brutal pace he did her vagina.

Heaving chestfuls, Sammy was otherwise silent, full of concentration. His dick went in and out, clashing against the well of her throat. Pamela’s eyes showed the wonderful mixture of eagerness and anxiety that characterized a pay-for-pleasure prostitute who understood the challenges and delights of keeping her mouth open and palate soft for a client’s penis to get its money worth. Sammy violated Pamela’s gorgeous face like she was a blowup doll while gripping her head with both hands.

To him, blowup doll was the perfect term.

She’s nothing more than one, nothing less.

There were several things about Pamela that Sammy was fond of and truly appreciated. For starters, it thrilled him to be with a woman who’d been ridden more times than the Las Vegas Monorail yet was always taking on new passengers. She was the ideal luxury companion, genuine, expressive, blonde with a bikini model’s body, a monger’s nocturnal emission come to life. No fetish request fazed her, no matter how outrageous and/or disgusting it may be.

But perhaps most appealing? Sammy knew Pamela was the only woman in all of LPIN whose husband was always present and eavesdropping on every party through surveillance. Sammy loved the idea of being with Pamela with Colt less than fifty feet away, making her grunt, squeal, and moan, fucking her senseless, knowing Colt was subject to all of it, yet would never interfere with the proceedings themselves. Sammy also took pleasure in the fact that Colt’s tastes were more vanilla. He’d never fuck Pamela this way, never rip such animated, authentic responses from her.

In Sammy’s mind, their parties offered Pamela the taste of what it was to be like with a “real man.”

And, of course, Sammy caused Pamela pain, too, and he got off on it. Her mascara ruined, tears saturated Pamela’s face as his dick pistoned in and out. Sammy disregarded the anguished expressions, the sobbing, the torment, the way Pamela’s eyes were scrunched, and her flaming red backside. If anything, it gave Sammy fuel, urging him to test her limits, surpass them, and ultimately break her.

I wanna fuck her so hard that she goes right back to the hospital and gets admitted!

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Exotic Expressions, at initial glance, bucked the stereotype for a sex-related business. It appeared to be a stylish, high-class establishment with trendy designs and enormous plate-glass windows. It wasn’t housed in an old, dilapidated building with concrete, cinderblock nightmares showing signs of decay. Tony doubted there were seedy clerks in leisure suits walking around inside either.

Nor did it have ugly pink trim lining its exterior and there wasn’t a Catholic church down the street with a cross so immense it appeared specifically designed to topple over and destroy the structure in a windstorm.

“This is a lingerie store,” Lindsay said as she surveyed the selection of bras in the side window after she and Tony stepped out of the Nissan Sentra. “Not a sex shop.”

“You still want to go inside?” He extended both palms. “The GPS called it an adult novelty store.”

“I do. I bet their lingerie is straight up fire.”

“Pick out whatever you want.” Tony held hands with Lindsay as they approached the entrance. “Don’t worry about the cost, Kayleigh, no matter how much it is.” I’ll worry about it later, though, when the credit card bill comes due. “I want to spoil you. Shoes, lingerie, accessories, the choice is up to you.”

“I appreciate it, baby.” Lindsay tipped her face up, found his lips for a kiss, and felt an arm slide around her. “Believe me, your generosity won’t go unnoticed. I’ll be sure to repay you in full once we get to the hotel later.”

After stepping inside, Tony felt, as most men in his situation would, out of place. He was a fifty-year-old in cargo shorts, hiking boots, and a button-up shirt with a teenaged beauty queen – Miss America – lugging close behind, mimicking his every move as they embarked upon a world of feminine lingerie and decadence.

The poor man was certain that many others in the boutique, if not all of them, would assume he was Lindsay’s father. This could get ugly in a hurry. Indeed, Tony was dealing with his own paranoia over this illegal transaction. Was it wise to draw attention to him and Lindsay like this? People are bound to think that I’m her dad! But Lindsay was his kryptonite, and she was excited at the opportunity of picking out new outfits. I need to let her take her time, not rush her, let her go at her own pace.

He glanced heavenward for strength. Settle down, relax. Everything will be okay.

“Do you think we could stop at a gas station or a convenience store, or something, before we go the Hilton?” She offered a seductive, shy smile. “I’d be more grateful and owe you a bigger favor if you’d buy me a case of beer. A twelve pack, maybe?”

“Beer? You drink beer?”

“Modelo is my favorite.”

His eyebrows drew together. “You’re not old enough to drink yet. You’re not twenty-one.”

“Which is why I want you to buy it for me, silly.” Like Daddy does. Lindsay’s face flashed with mischief as she tapped Tony’s side and tilted her head back and forth. “Don’t worry, I can handle it. I need my alcohol fix.”

“Yeah, sure. No problem, I guess.” He was breaking the law already, right? Why not break it some more? I mean, what’s the harm?

“Oh my God. These corsets are unbelievable.” Lindsay browsed a display rack and inhaled a swoosh of air. “Oh, everything is so beautiful. This place is like, vibe of the century.” She sifted through each corset one at a time. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! I need everything. Oooooh, Tony, look at this velvet. Like, oh my God.”

As it turned out, there were only a handful of customers in the store. That was excellent; it put Tony at ease.

“I’m gonna go grab a shopping tote,” he said. “We’re gonna be needing it.”

“Look at these outfits. Oh my gosh, these aren’t strippery or hoey, they’re like, high-end couture, and they’re gorgeous. Oh, I want all of them. Look at the glitter ... oh, the blue one, it’s so cute, the white one ... look at the cherry prints!” Lindsay’s eyes cut back to Tony. “I think if I had a stripper name, it would be Cherry. That ... it just calls to me.”

Tony’s anxiety from moments ago? It was gone.

All gone.

Just like that.

I want to marry this girl. She’s so spunky.

“I should let you help me pick out some high heels first. I love my sneakers, my Chucks, but know you’d prefer me in something more risqué.”

Tony was led by the hand to the shoe section in the back right corner where a goth-looking salesgirl greeted them with a friendly hello and smile. Along with long, jet-black hair and blue accents at its tips, the woman’s complexion was pasty white – like a ghost – and she had more tattoos and body jewelry than Tony could count.

So not my type.

“Look at all this crazy stuff!” Lindsay perused the vast selection of high heels for several moments, but Tony’s attention was soon diverted to the sprawling display of miniskirts elsewhere. Another of his weaknesses was a hot woman in a miniskirt.

Especially a particular little blonde that I know.

“Look at these! Umm, I need to try these on.” Lindsay held a pair of black stilettos featuring an open-toe design and crisscross straps with rhinestone buckles. “This place has the best shoes ever.” She had an array of prostishoes back home and felt it was time to graduate up to five-inch heels. “Coming here today, I think, was my secret destiny.”

She sashayed over to Tony. “See anything you like, baby?” Her smile was sweet as honey as he continued to eye the assortment of miniskirts.

“A couple, for sure.”

Lindsay motioned toward the wall. “Pick out what you like, okay? I’ll be happy to try whatever on. The salesgirl went to the back to get those shoes in my size.”

“I want you to pick out what you want, too, sweets.”

The display rose some twenty feet in the air. Short and micro miniskirts, some made of leather, others of vinyl, lace, and the classic plaid schoolgirl design. Some were sleek and elegant, some had sequins, and some were made of ruffles. Others, of course, were downright whore-ready. One caught Tony’s eye, though: a ruched velvet skirt with a deep, glossy shine. Lindsay would appear spectacular in any of these, but she’d blow his mind in that one!

She soon wobbled back over five inches taller than she was a short time ago. “Look at me in these. I’m Queen Lin... Kayleigh, Queen of the Amazons. I mean, these shoes, they’re iconic.”

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle as she tottered in place. “You going to be okay, sweetheart?” He held her hand to be sure and enjoyed the tease. “Not going to topple over like a house of cards now, are you?”

“Oh, I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me. These shoes, baby, I love them. They are so hot, so girl chic; I’m in love. This is my new utopia.” Lindsay smirked and peered back over her shoulder. “Paige, could you help us? My husband wants me to try on some of these skirts.”

“Paige? Who is Paige?” But Tony’s confusion didn’t last long as the goth salesgirl made her way over to them and smiled. Wait a minute! What did she say? Did Kayleigh refer to me as her husband?

Hmm, what a thought.

If only it could be a precursor of things to come.

“Of course I can, miss. It’ll be my pleasure.”

“These shoes are so dope. Wouldn’t you agree, baby?” Lindsay extended one foot at a time and dangled them before Tony’s inquisitive eyes.

You’re what’s dope.

Yet Tony knew she’d be even more dope if those high heels were combined with a miniskirt.

Paige returned, this time with a pole long enough to snag any skirt upon the display.

“Oooooh, a Maddie Euphoria miniskirt. Pick everything out, baby. I want you to pick them out,” Lindsay reiterated before shifting her gaze to the salesgirl. “This is Tony, by the way. He’s my husband and I love him with all my heart!”

Paige’s head reared back. “Your ... husband?”

What? Does she think I’m too old to be her husband?

“We got married back last July and well, you know, I want to have some sexy outfits to wear for him.”

“Fashion shows are fun!” Paige was quite attentive (and professional) as Tony pointed out a few skirts and she plucked them with the pole. She also suggested some complimentary accessories and tops and retrieved them.

“Oh my God, these are crystally pasties. Look at this, Tony. They’re so fucking lit.” Lindsay swung a pink feather boa around her neck and eyed herself in the mirror. “I need a hundred of these; I’m a sexy rooster.”