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Chapter 12: Sticks and Holes

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I sat leafing through a catalogue for laser hair removal. Yeah, that's right. I was thinking about getting all hair removed off this body of mine. I couldn't go walking around red as mars every time the bush got wild. Rachel was with Tyler and I decided to take this day off for myself. I yet to hear from Alexander and I was starting to think this whole pimping myself out was over. Damn. Maybe there was some sort of website I could go to meet my next sugar daddy. I paused. There was no way I would do something like that. Never knew who was lurking on the other side of the screen. Didn't want to end up tied and bounded at the mercy of a madman or the panty dropping kind, although I didn't seem to have any trouble finding the latter.

Oh, screw it. I was wasting my time here. I huffed and puffed while my calm demeanor was broken at the judgement gleam in all of their beady eyes. Fuck them all. I gathered my things and exit the waiting room. I was just here for a consultation anyway. I wasn't certain if there were long term effects anyway. Climbing into my beat-up mix match Chevy, I pulled away.

I sat surfing through the web on my brand-new shiny laptop as Tyler played in front of me with his cars. I decided to take some online classes to get a certificate specializing in something so I would be able to get a better job. I couldn't do this thing with Alexander forever. I fight the blush swelling beneath my skin ready to burst. The man's attractiveness faded just a bit, especially at the way he discarded me. Was I really that jaded that I didn't get the dick? Did I really want it? I held back a grunt as Tyler looks up at me.

"Mom can we go to the park?"

"I don't know sweetie. It's supposed to rain pretty hard today. Why don't we order some pizza?" I asked knowing that would brighten his day. Once Tyler is settled with his slice of pizza and the latest marvel movie I returned to perusing the internet. I swore I would never returned to the tech field, but it was the easiest thing I could think of. I enrolled the in the classes, after making sure they were accredited. It was almost too easy. Database design. Network and computing. Too easy. I grinned satisfied with everything and closed the computer. I stretched, hearing the muscles pop felt good. I need to see if his highness has tried contacting me, so I went into the bedroom to check my phone.

My smile disappears seeing the message from Mister Tipton. He wants to meet up. I want to blow him off, but I can't. I swallow my pride and send him my reply.

'Yes.'

I stared out the window of the car Alexander sent to the café where I ate my breakfast. My nerves were shot and I didn't know how I would react when I would see the big man in question. I mean he did leave me naked and horny the last time. I wanted to pull the strands of my dyed hair out. I was nervous about my attire, was it appropriate? He invited me to his yacht. Would there be other guests there? I didn't know if I was comfortable with my face being exposed. I was a hired whore. An escort. In the end, it didn't matter because I had to take care of Tyler. Hopefully, with these classes I'm taking I can become an entrepreneur and self-sufficient.

"Wow," I whispered spotting the gleaming yacht on the water. It was certainly impressive. My throat becomes dry and nerves eat at my stomach as we pull up to the pier. The wind tosses my blackened locks as I smooth my hands out on the white cocktail dress that leaves my shoulders bares and cinches at the waist. I placed my hand in the driver and his fingers wrap around mine as he escorts me to the yacht. Three-inch red heels are strapped to my feet and red painted on my lips. Alexander is on the second deck watching as we approach. Suddenly, I felt as if I'm Cinderella gazing up at the prince and all his opulence as I waited on abated breath for him to acknowledge me. Somehow, that last thought makes me cringe on the inside. I didn't need his approval. I didn't need anyone's. And yet, her I was. Sometimes, I want to bash my head against a rock, then maybe I'll start making sense. I confuse even myself.