Kemper bent down and kissed her. She smacked her lips and said, “I taste pretty good these days, hmm?”
“You always taste like pure honey to me,” Kemper said, averting his attention in order to study the beads in her ass. “I thought we weren’t fucking her today.”
“We may not. It’s her choice. I have a few difficult questions.”
“I can’t wait to hear these,” she muttered, wiggling her bottom. “Good Lord, if you knew how hot and wet I am, you might find something better to do with my pussy.”
“Better?” Kemper asked.
“Yes,” she drawled. “There’s no reason in this world for the two of you to arouse me further. I’m roused. I’m wet. I need to fuck!” She thinned her lips. “And the questions can wait until later!”
“Uncomfortable?” Kit asked, ignoring her bitching.
“Aroused,” she stated flatly.
“All right,” Kit said, yanking down the metal lever attached to the Catherine Wheel. “Let’s see if Holly can provide us with a few honest answers so we can all go have a good time tonight.”
* * * *
Four slow spins and five questions in, Holly was bored. At the same time, she had to thank her lucky stars. So far, Kit and Kemper hadn’t realized the secret she’d been hiding, or if they knew, they weren’t telling her.
When Kit received an e-mail from her former boss, she’d suspected her boss must’ve told him the truth about why he’d asked for her resignation. She hadn’t been able to hold a job for a reason, and her inappropriate behavior at the club had generated more than a few raised brows.
Cruel rumors generated through the city. Worse still, some of them were true.
Somehow, she’d forced herself to ignore the gossips and the cold, hard stares she garnered from other women, various couples, and even some of the men she’d actually fucked.
She told herself it didn’t matter what others thought of her. As long as she was happy with herself, she didn’t give a damn what anyone said.
But she wasn’t happy. At least, she hadn’t been until Kit and Kemper saved her from the life she’d been leading.
Kit slammed his hand against the lever and the wheel came to a stop. He stalked her with narrow eyes, his gaze so hot and spicy, she was certain if they fucked, Kit would be ready for a longer night than she was. Typically, she outlasted both men and for good reason. She was addicted to cock. Plain and simple, and there was no two ways about it.
This training period was hell. Pure hell. She wasn’t sure she could stand much more.
“Did you know you were about to be fired when you gave your resignation at the club where we met you?”
“Yes,” she said, taking a deep breath. Uh-oh, here came the one she’d dreaded, the end-all, be-all of relationship disasters.
“Why did your boss ask for your resignation?”
“I fucked a customer.” A beat later, she added, “The dancers could give lap dances, but we all sign waivers about intimate contact with the customer. It’s a crock that we should have to sign the damn thing. If a customer ‘accidently’ penetrates one of the girls, she can’t file charges. If consensual sex occurs and the wife or significant other finds out, then it’s grounds for dismissal.”
“There was just one customer, was there?” Kit asked, pressing for the truth, the facts he apparently already possessed.
She cleared her throat. “What are you trying to ask me?”
“You slept with several customers,” Kit deadpanned.
“Technically? No, I didn’t sleep with the customers.”
“Did you fuck some of them?”
“Yes.”
“What happened to one?” Kit asked, grabbing a paddle from the adult playthings and giving her a firm wallop across the behind.
“Oh damn!” she cried out, closing her hands around the ties linked to her wrist. “Again.”