Page 177 of The Wedding

“Whatever these people are agreeing to pay to let them gangbang you, Etta Coleman will double it.”

The partiers exchanged humored glances, some of them silently screaming,“Well, hell, why didn’t we think of a gangbang before now?”

Yvette got up, letting her hand linger on one guest’s cheek as she promised she would be back later.

She followed “Cindy” across the room, where Jamie stopped in front of one guest smoking one of the biggest Cubans in the room. She didn’t missthat the guest shared it with their mistress, who was also naked – save for another thong – and looking comfortable.

“You’re needed, too,” Jamie said. “Sorry, Ms. Anderssen.”

Kennedy tipped her cigar at Jamie. “One knows what they’re getting into at a party like this.” She patted Grace on the bottom as the pro stood up. “Come find me later if you’re able. Sometimes a creature is happy with a cuddle… and I want your advice on something.”

These relationships were so strange.

“She said something about us getting paid double if we go with her,” Yvette mumbled to Grace, as Jamie approached a couple of random girls hired for that night. After asking if they were down for certain things, she told them to come with her.

“Double? I like double. Even if it means making out with you.”

“Shut up.”

Jamie couldn’t help but detour to the corner of the lounge with her crew. There she found the only woman in there not working – but having an idle chat with Richard Blake, nonetheless.

“Do me a favor and don’t kiss my woman ever again. This is the one warning I will ever give you.” While Adele’s mouth dropped, Jamie led her girls out of the room.

They all bumped into Monique out in the hallway.

“You’re absconding with all my girls,” she said with a sigh. “Who will entertain those fine people now?”

“Me!” June erupted from the room behind her, breasts bouncing in the air and hair whipping as she bounded for the Cigar Lounge. “Me, me, me!”

“Damnit,” Monique muttered, before searching for Helen to babysit June on her behalf. “Anyway, do make sure they work for the money!” she sweetly called over her shoulder.

Not a problem. None of them would even have to touch Etta, so there were plenty of ways for them to earn their keep downstairs.

Etta was still in her chair, enjoying the peace and quiet, when Jamieburst through the door with her bevy of blond and brunette beauties. Etta looked almost aghast as they spread themselves around the room, taking over this couch, that chair, and even flinging themselves against rugs before going at one another like they had been fantasizing about this the whole time.

“This is… something…” Etta said, taking note of every tit and ass around her. “Very interesting, that’s for sure.”

Jamie knelt beside her chair. “I’ve seen your browsing history, Ms. Coleman. Be glad I didn’t invite some of the other guests down here.”

Etta paled more than her already white skin would usually allow. “Now, how wouldCindyof all people know what’s in my browsing history? Curious.”

Ugh. Etta really needed to disconnect her personal Google account from any device she shared with Jamie. Or learn how to use incognito mode.And I had to ask why she keeps hiring gay girls…

“You might be surprised what I know about you, Ms. Coleman.” Her hand went to Etta’s shoulder as she stood and stayed close. Jamie surveyed the room, almost in disbelief that she had arranged this for her own fiancée.Like I’m going to sit by and not let her be surrounded by beautiful, sexual women like I was at my party. She appreciated Etta’s intense, ethical nature, but sometimes, even that could be taken too far!

“What else do you know about me? I’m dying to know, secret weapon.”

“Is that what you think I am?” Jamie’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “I’m a girl making her way through life. Fate has brought us together, and I intend to take advantage of it.”

“Even if it’s you watching me watch a small group of women get naked and do things that are considered illegal in some parts of the world?”

“That’s it. I know you’re a woman who does things that are illegal in certain parts of the world.” She whispered in her ear. “Like pay women for sex.”

“You’ve got it all wrong. I’ve never paid for such a woman in my life.”Etta chuckled. “Tonight notwithstanding.”

“That’s not what I’ve heard. How about that lovely fiancée of yours? Was she, or was she not, paid to sleep with you?”

“I plead the Fifth.”