✔️Get Naked - Katya Zamolodchikova x Reader

Part Four

"She kissed you!?" Violet practically screamed into the phone, gasping as the news previously left your lips. The minute you got in your Uber, you picked up your phone and called Violet. She was the only person you felt like you could talk to about this. "Well, are you on your way home to fuck right now?" She pressed. You rolled your eyes obnoxiously. If only she was there to see it.

"No bitch! I left her at the front of the club and told her how unprofessional it was!" You scoffed. The line went silent for a solid minute and you knew you were dead. Violet was not the type to hold back and you were a little bit nervous for the obvious reprimanding you were sure to receive.

"Are you a fucking moron?" Violet stated firmly. Finally breaking the silence with her frustrated tone.

"What?!" You gasped, honestly a little offended by her tone. It was not uncommon to be offended when you were talking to Violet Chachki. However, it still caught you off guard each and every time.

"You like her girl. Me and you both know you like her. Why are you doing this to yourself? Like- I know your kinky, but this kind of pain shouldn't turn you on.." She sighed, attempting to lighten the mood with a joke, but failing miserably. You heart still sunk down to your stomach and a lump formed in your throat.

"Yeah..." You hummed in a whisper, slumping your shoulders and slouching back into the seat. You watched out the car window as flecks of light, other cars and various buildings passed behind you in an array of blurred colour. You had never really been in this position before. "It's not that I don't like him, I just don't think it's cute to date a client. Especially a gay one, who- if he likes me at all- probably only does because for the past week I've been dressing like a whore-"

"And you've been dressing like a whore because you have the hots for him! Stop using this fucking stupid, 'professional thing' as an excuse. It's annoying. Your just scared and you know it!" Violet groaned. She was right. Obviously. But it didn't matter. You had made up your mind. It was like breaking your moral code at this point. "Stop being so petty!" The queen spat, practically reading your mind.

"Ok..ok. I have to go." You sighed, rubbing your free hand over your face in frustration. Before Violet could say anything else you hung up the phone. You were done talking to her. You knew you were doing this to yourself and Violet was right, you were scared.

You weren't just gonna get over it over night though. Katya had barely showed any interest in you, only one simple kiss. You had barely even talked to her! Majority of your conversation lasted no longer than an hour, but still. There was something about her that kept you coming back for more and you barely understood it yourself.

-

For the past week, since this whole ordeal had begun, your whole schedule had been out of whack.

You were staying out later every night and sleeping in just as late every morning. So, in an attempt to get back into the swing of things, the morning after the 'kissing incident', (as you referred to it) you set your alarm for 6 am. The only reason you were actually awake, was thanks to the coffee you were practically dumping down your throat. Your eyes were puffy, your hair was a mess, but you still pushed through and managed to answer a few emails for work. That was, until an email from a certain Russian appeared in your inbox.

Brian_McCook@searchengine.com: Hey
(Y/n). It's Brian again. Listen, I'm super sorry about last night, I tend to get carried away. I don't have an excuse, but I guess this is my messy way of apologizing. I understand you wanna get back to business, so considering, I was really hoping you could snatch me a gig for New Years! It's one of the biggest holidays for queens and I can't go without something to do that night, that's like pathetic. Anyway, can't wait to hear back from you.
-your client who promises not to kiss you again