“I hired you because you’re right for the job,” Helena stated neutrally. “Why? Do you have concerns?”
Not knowing what to say, I hesitated.
Does she know I was banging all three guys just a few hours ago? Did she set all this up?
In the end, it didn't matter though. What the woman knew was irrelevant. I asked her to call me for one reason and one reason alone. It was time to ask.
“I need birth control,” I said quickly, cursing my stutter. “I really need it, ASAP. Could you help me make a doctor’s appointment?” My voice finished on a whisper, barely audible.
Because Helena made me more nervous than Alpha Prime. When it came down to it, she was the one that would fire me if I wasn’t right for the job. The guys wanted to keep me around for obvious reasons.
Because it’s been a month since I started work. All three members of the band have been with me constantly, making me scream and writhe with pleasure. I have sex with each and every one of them at least once each day, if not more, taking them one on one, two on one, even three on one. And it’d been long enough that I was starting to worry about the risks. Getting pregnant wasn’t an option—especially not during the tour.
As soon as I finished speaking, Helena swung into motion.
“I can do more than that,” she stated.
I watched her fumble around her desk. Finally, she opened a drawer and held out a green, plastic sleeve. What was that? Coolly, the woman ran her finger along the side, sliding out an aluminum casing with plastic blisters full of tiny, pink pills.
“Are those for me?” I asked, confusedly. “Are those birth control pills?”
“Yes,” the middle-aged woman confirmed. “I'm going to overnight these to you at the hotel. You should get them the day before you leave Los Angeles. Until then, stay safe. You can use your business phone to find a drugstore that carries condoms if it’s urgent.”
I nodded, pathetically grateful. “Thank you.”
I couldn’t see myself picking up condoms, but maybe the guys and I could control ourselves for the rest of the evening.
Yeah, right.
Helena was silent for a moment, as though waiting for me to say more. But when nothing sounded, the woman spoke.
“If that's all, I have another appointment,” she said, face totally expressionless. “I really can’t be late to this one.”
“Oh, of course. I'm sorry,” was my apology, cheeks burning hot again. “Thank you again. I appreciate you taking the time to talk with me.”
“Of course,” Helena said.
And then she was gone.
I closed the laptop and slumped in the chair in front of the hotel desk. Asking Helena for birth control had gone better than I thought it would, but my heart still beat heavily, thumping with adrenaline.
Any encounter with that woman made me nervous.
But the conversation had worked. I didn't have to worry about birth control anymore. Fortunately, there was no one for me to have sex with at the moment. The guys were doing an interview for a radio talk show and then they were supposed to have dinner together. It was going to be just the three of them.
They’ll want to be with you when they come back, the voice in my head whispered.
And shamefully, I wanted them too. My heart raced, pulse beating like a butterfly.
Wait a minute. Helena did know.
She suspected that I would become Alpha Prime’s plaything, at the very least. Why would an employer provide birth control otherwise? No questions asked?
But maybe it was because I was on tour. Maybe she thought I was sleeping with some random stranger I’d met along the way?
My eyes stared at the top of the closed computer. Something was wrong with the situation. Holding my breath, I waited to feel some sort of outrage or anger. Hiring me to be their plaything was sick. It was unprofessional. It should have made me furious.
Yet, there was nothing. My soul remained still and unperturbed. If anything, I felt like I should be grateful to her.