Page 6 of Paradise & Vodka

"Brad had never been in love," Mark stated and then waved his arm to the front. "And now look at him."

"Yeah, but Brad had that hero complex, and he and Cassie went through some shit. I'm just a guy who likes to party and fuck."

"Well, like I said, if you quit on me, I'm cutting your dick off. Finding decent guys to take their places has been challenging."

"I won't be getting tied down," I reiterated. "Plus, you have Galen, and he's good."

"He’s a firefighter, so he has a hero complex too."

"Not all heroes want to get married."

"True, but I'm going to start putting a clause in your contracts that states before you give notice, you have to find me five replacements."

I chortled. I understood where Mark was coming from. All of my friends, who were now out of the game, had regular clients, and regular clients meant money coming in. With the revolving door, it wasn't necessarily a steady income for Mark. I, however, still had my regulars alongside new clients I was working with. Money was good.

"You may now kiss your bride," fake Bruno said.

Everyone stood and started to clap as Brad and Cassie sealed their fate with a kiss.

Yeah, that was never going to be me.

What set me apart from most of the escorts at Saddles & Racks was that I was always willing and able to travel with a client. I didn't mind having a paid vacation where I was most likely to get laid. Okay, Ialwaysgot laid. If I didn't know better, I'd think that I was keeping Saddles & Racks open with my bookings. Maybe that was why Mark was all on my ass about not settling down.

Checking my schedule on my phone, I saw that a regular had booked a weekend away to Lake Tahoe. Natasha and her extended family took a trip each year during the summer, and like me, she never wanted to get married. She had a good job at an advertising firm, got to travel the world, and liked to fuck. She hired me each year to keep up the ruse after the first year she took me on her trip. I was so good that Natasha didn't even live in Vegas and still booked me a few times a year—and not only for her family vacation.

Me:I see we're going to Tahoe this weekend. Did you book us the room with the Jacuzzi?

A few minutes later, Natasha texted back:Of course I did.

I smiled as I texted back, remembering everything we'd done in said Jacuzzi:And you packed your toy?

Natasha:Stop. You're making me turn beet red.

Me:So? What's wrong with that?

Natasha:I'm in a meeting.

Me:What are you wearing?

Natasha:You're going to get me fired.

I grinned and texted:No, I'm going to get you wet.

Natasha:Already done.

Yeah, I was that good. She didn't even need to see my face to get turned on.

Me:Go to your office and take your panties off, boo.

Natasha:Who said I was wearing any?

I groaned. Now she was turningmeon.

Me:Facetime me and let me see your pussy for proof.

Natasha:I would, but I'm stuck in this meeting.

Me:Go to the bathroom.