Page 13 of Silver Fox Daddies

Except, the banging no longer coincides with my pulse.

This isn’t my heartbeat. It’s something coming from the room.

I snap my head out into the bathroom to see if anybody has entered. Nope.

I’m about to turn my attention back to the phone when I see the door lurch. Then comes the banging again, accompanied with, “Melissa? Are you in there?”

I hear the noise but don’t quite know what to make of it. The alcohol has delayed my brain. I should move. Remove the phone from between my legs before somebody enters.

But my body hasn’t quite caught up yet.

The door bursts open, revealing Natasha’s shocked face. She takes in the sight of the phone between my thighs, then my flushed face.

She rips the device from my hands.

“Oh my fucking god, M.” Placing the phone into my purse, she finds the half-full glass of booze. She takes one sniff and retches. “What the hell did you put in this?”

Tongue-tied, I shrug.

A great force presses on my eyelids, weighing them down. I close my eyes, but the room spins. Or is it my brain doing laps in my skull? I can’t tell.

I force my eyes open, feeling too queasy with them shut.

But the spinning continues. It’s like I’m on a carousel.

A fast one.

“Fuck.”

I somehow manage to pull my panties back up, and then clamber out of the bath.

“What do you have your tits out for?” asks Natasha’s voice. It sounds distant, like she’s not in the room, but when I squint open an eye, I see her face inches from mine, creased in anger. “You sent them something, didn’t you?”

“It was only faaair,” I slur. “They sen’ me something firrrs.”

She catches me before I topple into her. “Jeez, M.”

The spinning worsens, my head dizzy and unable to focus.

I grip the sink and heave, trying to get a hold of the world, but it goes on turning.

I feel sick to my stomach.

And that’s when the first round of vomit explodes out of my mouth.

2

DIESEL

“Maybe she ghosted us,” Cash says.

“What the fuck is ghosting?”

“That’s what the kids of today are calling it, when they cut ties with a person and give no explanation.”

Cash is probably the most up-with-the-times out of all of us. As a new prospect, that makes sense. When you’ve been in the club as long as I have, you lose touch with what’s going on in the real world.

And it turns out I’ve been missing out.