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“Yes!!! Let’s go dress shopping today before our pole dancing class!”
“We can definitely do that… But it’ll all have to wait until after we finish this episode.”
Brittney’s eyes follow my hand as I point the remote at our sixty-inch TV, and she finally notices Harvey’s handsome face paused on the screen. “Oh, of course… Harvey time, is it?!” She attempts to hide her laugh under a cough while grabbing the blanket off of the floor, then scoots in and snuggles her shoulder into mine. “You do know you could get a real-life boyfriend… Harvey doesn't count.”
“Well, I enjoy my life as it is right now. Who needs a boyfriend to mess up this good thing I’ve got going? And Harveydefinitelycounts when I’m using my toys. He always knows how to satisfy me.”
Before Britt has time to respond, I press play on the remote and continue to eat my yogurt, acting unfazed by her words of wisdom. She mentions the boyfriend thing more than I would like, but I know she just wants me to be happy. Can’t she tell that I am happy? Or can she see through the mask that I thought I’d fitted to perfection?
It’ll be fun—girl time and dress shopping… What woman doesn’t like to get all dressed up and flaunt herself for men?
Me, that’s who. I only do it online as a means to an end, not because I enjoy it.
I’m actually more excited for our weekly pole dancing class tonight. The pure strength it takes for your body to work a pole is astonishing. Brittney and I found this class about a year ago, and now we kick ass on a pole. I wonder if it’s time to mention thatwe should get a pole for the apartment… Maybe in the corner of the living room? One can never get too much practice, right?
CHAPTER 26
KC
Brittney and I came to the boutique we always go to when we need something fancy to wear. After two hours of trying on dresses, I’m hot and overstimulated, but the trip was a success. Brittney checks out first, and she’s beaming about the shimmery, dark maroon satin halter top gown with slits on each side that go up to her thighs. She finished her look with a pair of solid gold four-inch heels. I decided to go with a solid black chiffon gown that ties on the right side, showing off my upper thigh, and red four-inch heels. With a bag in each of our hands, we walk down the street to grab a bite to eat.
I know we’ll hit the pole class hard tonight, so we’ll need plenty of energy. Brittney and I each order a chicken salad and, of course, a round of mimosas. After the waiter brings our drinks, I fill Britt in on my work life and how it’s been going smoothly, for the most part, except for the times I’ve had to get on to lazy coworkers. She pauses, sits up straighter, and looks at our surroundings before asking me, “And how is the picture job going?” Her tone is laced with worry.
I suppose that she can’t help but be worried about me. “It’s going good. I only do it, like, once a week now, and maybe I’ll start posting just once this month…”
Brittney nods her head in approval. “Still using all the precautions we talked about at the beginning?”
“Of course. Don’t worry; I have it all under control. Promise.” I bring my fingers to my lips and blow her a kiss from across the table, to ease the stress wrinkles that spread across her forehead.
“Okay. I just worry about you… There are always stories in the news about girls getting taken—kidnapped.”
My finger pivots between us. “Yes, I know, but you and me, babe… We’ve always been careful, right?”
“True… Just don’t go soft and let your guard down.”
The waiter brings us our salads and a glass of water for each of us. “I promise.”
“You know, Kailey… You could bring Mathew as your date for the fight. I mean, you do like him, right?”
She’s right; I do like him a lot… in bed at least… I just don’t know about a real date.
“If I invited him, do you think he’d take it as me wanting us to be serious?”
Holding her fork up towards me, she says, “No. Just be truthful about it. You need a date; that’s it.”
“But technically,youare my date, silly. Your man will be in the cagefighting.”
Brittney shifts in her chair before responding. “Well, there’s also an after-party that I RSVPd for the both of us.”
Oh boy, guess I do need a date, or a cage fighter might try and take me to his bed. Understanding my dilemma, I pull my cell phone out of my purse and type out a text message to Mattie.
Me
Hey, hot stuff, are you free to be my date for a local cage fight not this Friday but next?
This guy must always have his phone in his hand because my phone chimes almost immediately.
Mattie
