She looks at Samantha and nods her head.
“If you don’t mind readjusting your contract and allowing Justin and Aaron to take you home first, then I’ll allow it. At a nominal fee, of course.”
“Of course,” I say, without hesitation.
Aaron and I look to Stella, and she looks unsure. She must think she’s weighing her options but Aaron and I know it’s happening no matter what. After a moment, she agrees. “Yes, I’ll go with them instead.”
“It’s settled then,” Samantha says, and exits the room, leaving us alone.
4
STELLA
Holy shit. These two just paid ten million dollars to f*ck
me for thirty days. I don’t think I can wrap my mind around something like that. They’re most definitely more insane than I’d originally thought. On top of that, they want to share me. Why don’t they each get a mistress? They clearly have the money to do so. I wonder if they’ll take turns with me, or take me at the same time. What if they divide their time with me: one night spent with Aaron and another spent with Justin. For some reason, the idea of having them both at the same time excites something dark in me.
My traitorous body heats at the idea, but my brain can’t seem to catch up with everything else. Both of them stand there staring at me, making me wonder if I’m supposed to be doing something. I should’ve asked someone what the protocol is for something like this. I know I’m supposed to be polite, willing, and not ask questions. Almost as if I’m a toy they can play with when they want to, but Jesus, ten million is a lot for a toy.
Maybe I’m completely wrong. Ten million probably means nothing to them. Hell, this could be something they do every month—hopping from one mistress to the next. Did they have a mistress the whole time they kept trying to get me to go on a date with them? Samantha said some of the men keep a mistress and also date other women, but that wasn't our business. We don’t ask the men where they spend their time when they aren’t with us. The men are free to come and go as they please, but we are to remain available to them at all times. They pay for a service, and they can use it how they see fit.
The idea of them using me like that makes a weight settle on my chest. It was the very reason I turned them down time and time again. These two could break my heart, and I just didn’t have room or time for something like that in my life. And they most definitely would leave me in pieces while they moved on to their next conquest. My heart still hasn’t fully recovered from losing my mother, who seems to have taken my father with her.
I don’t understand why they hadn’t already moved on to someone else since I turned them down. Maybe that’s part of the problem; I said no. Something I’m sure neither is used to hearing. Not when you own one of the top casinos in Vegas. One I’m still not sure how my father got through the front door of. I’m sure no one tells them no, and maybe me doing that only fueled their pursuit.
I must look like a joke to them right now, turning them down over and over, and then running into them here. I’m dressed in practically nothing, selling myself to the highest bidder. I inwardly groan at myself. Maybe that’s why they bought me, to prove a point. I wish I could have seen their faces when the black curtain was pulled back and I was standing there, nearly naked. Where they shocked? Or did they think it was the perfect opportunity to show me no one says no to them?
Why do they have to be so goddamn handsome? They’re eerily similar in looks; both have dirty brown hair, dark brown eyes, and have the same tall muscular build. I heard someone mention that they were foster brothers, but it’s funny how they still favor each other. They both have runners’ builds, or maybe they’re more like quarterbacks. Justin looks like he might have an inch over Aaron. That’s saying a lot because Aaron is easily over six feet tall. The both have that constant two-day stubble I want to rub against, and I hate how my body reacts to it.
It’s then I realize we are all still just staring at each other. Wake up, Stella! This is your job for the next thirty days. Am I supposed to service them sexually whenever? Or do I wait for them to tell me to do something? They said they didn’t want to have sex here, so maybe they want something else. A blow job?