Chapter 12

Author’s Note: If you’ve been reading from the beginning of Traffic Girl, there are some nuggets dropped earlier on in the first book that are coming to fruition now. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you, as always, for your feedback, constructive criticism, and votes!

“I have a confession,” Jess said. It had been a long week of work for both of us, and we were smoking an after-dinner joint on the balcony.

“That always makes my spidey sense tingle,” I said dreamily. The weed was good, giving a very majestic high.

“I’m going to preface it by asking you not to be mad,” she said. “It’s something that’s been going on for a while now, but I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“What is it?” I squinted at her. I felt a bit of reflexive anger bubbling up.

“It’s about Dr. Vivianno,” she said, referring to the plastic surgeon whose office she worked at.

“Yeah?” I said.

“Has Gloria ever told you about him?” she asked.

I shook my head. “I mean, nothing other than small talk boss and work stuff,” I said.

“Huh,” Jess said. “That’s interesting.”

“Are you going to tell me?” I said and laughed.

“Dr. Vivianno is a pervert,” she said. “Like a big-time pervert.”

“I guess I’m not surprised?” I said. “He’s this incredibly successful plastic surgeon. I figured he would live fast.”

“No, you’re not getting it,” she said. “He’s, like ... a nonstop horndog.”

“I feel like I’m being personally attacked,” I joked.

“I’m too stoned. I need to just spell it out for you,” Jess said. “Have you ever noticed that his office staff is 100% female? And they are all absolutely gorgeous?”

“Honestly, I haven’t seen the staff other than you and Gloria,” I said.

Jess pulled out her phone and scrolled to the Vivianno Plastic Surgery Instagram page. There, she tapped on the hashtag “viviannogirls.”

“Here,” she said, handing me her phone. “Look through these.”

I scrolled through the feed, seeing dozens of pictures. Gloria and Jess were in some, but there were a half dozen other girls who appeared, too. It was like a bimbo convention.

“Damn,” I said. “I can’t say this isn’t some serious talent. Jesus. You’ve been keeping them from me!” I laughed.

A serious look took over Jess’s face.

“I haven’t been honest with you about the work situation,” she said.

“Okay, how so? You keep hinting around,” I said.

“Let me be direct,” she said again. She was really high. I could see she was a little nervous but also exasperated. “The Vivianno girls are the doctor’s personal harem.”

“Harem?” I repeated back to her, as the realization slowly dawned on my stoned mind.

“Harem,” she emphasized.

“So you...” I said, my voice trailing off.

“I had to blow him just to get the job,” Jess said. “And whoever he wants to play with at a given time, he plays with.”

I whistled. “Fucking hell, Jess,” I said. “You’ve been working there for months! How often are you fucking him?”

“Honestly?” Jess said, and I cut her off.

“No, I want you to keep lying to me,” I said sarcastically.

“He likes me,” she said. “I’m the only one who can deep throat him all the way. So usually a couple times a week.”

“Jesus,” I said but then turned silent. It was the weight of genuine surprise that made me speechless.

“There’s one other thing,” she said, and I could sense hesitation in her voice.

“Okay,” I said, staring at her and blinking.

“There’s a lot of coke around the office,” she said. “I mean, it never interferes with the real work, but, I mean, for the office-only girls and stuff, I mean, we party a little bit when there aren’t anymore patients for the day, and one of the girls has this amazing dealer, and...”

I cut her off again. “How much?” I said. My eyes bored into hers.

“Honestly?” she said.

“You better fucking be honest,” I said. “I thought I made that perfectly clear.”

“Two or four lines a day most of the time,” she said. “Honestly.”

“Okay,” I said, somehow feeling relief. “That’s not too bad.”

“I know it was a mistake not to tell you, and I don’t know why I didn’t,” she said. “I can see it was very self-destructive. I know you wouldn’t have cared if I had just come to you and explained it. I guess it just took me by so much surprise that I had lucked my way into this job that was, I don’t know, just like living a fantasy. Babe, I have so much fun at work, and then I have the escorting on the side, and it’s like the most glamorous, happy situation I can possibly imagine.”

“I do wish you would have told me,” I said. “It triggers me if you keep secrets.”

“I know that,” she said. “And I honestly don’t know why I lied to you.”

The joint had gone out. Jess relit it, took a hit, and straddled my lap. I wanted to turn my head away, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to escalate the situation. I knew it would be better to talk it through. She blew the acrid marijuana smoke into my mouth. I held it and blew it out in her face. She smiled.

Jess started to grind her hips into my crotch. “I just want to say I’m sorry,” she said. Her lips were close, and her long eyelashes almost touched mine. “I know I don’t need to keep any secrets from you. I can be honest with you. You always support me. You always love me. And I just want to apologize and say I’m so, so sorry.” She took another hit and passed it to me.

“I can’t lie, babe,” I said. “This hurts. It kind of hurts a lot.” I drew deeply on the joint and held in the smoke.

“I guess I really just compartmentalized it after a while,” she said. “Work was work, and it never came home. And that’s how Dr. Vivianno presents, too. I mean, people think he’s this super family man!” She laughed.

“I can’t believe Gloria never mentioned any of this,” I said.

“Like I said, it’s treated like part of work,” Jess said.

“That feels like a lame excuse,” I said. “I feel left out.” I knew I was inviting Jess to a pity party.

“I’ve been feeling guilty about it,” she said, “which is why I wanted to tell you. I know it was a mistake. It was a huge mistake, and if it takes some time for you to forgive me for it, I completely understand.”

“I mean, I’ll get over it,” I said.

That opening made Jess a little playful. She saw the opportunity. She kissed me lightly, readjusted against my groin, and let her tongue tickle my ear while she whispered.

“I thought maybe I could make you part of the fun,” she said. “You love Gloria. Did you see the other girls? There are two that are probably bigger bimbos than she is.”

“That could make getting over it a bit easier,” I said with a chuckle.

Jess snuffed out the remnants of the joint and began a slow lap dance.

“I’ve been thinking how to make this up to you,” she said. “I’ve felt so guilty. I knew the first step had to be confessing. But I have a couple other ... ideas for you.”

My cock responded to the movement of her body, and I started to think definitively with my little head.

“Tell me more,” I said.

“I told you Gloria wants to be part of my agency,” she said. “The two girls I just mentioned? They are down for it, too. They both already have sugar daddies. One, Alix, is the girl who has the incredible coke dealer. Anyway, I kind of hinted at the concept of the agency to them, and they were so enthusiastic. They are totally and completely on-board.”

“Can you trust them?” I asked.

“Totally,” she said. “I’ll tell you more about why later, but it feels like this big, sexy dick needs some attention.” She ground her pelvis into my erection.