Chapter 2
The Client Commanded Us To Kiss… And We Couldn’t Stop

The private room door closes behind us with a heavy click that sounds like a prison cell locking.

The mysterious client sits in a large leather armchair, legs spread, expensive suit perfectly tailored to his powerful frame. A black mask covers the upper half of his face, but his sharp jaw and dark eyes are visible. He radiates money and danger.

Brittany and I stand in the center of the room, still in our stage outfits — or what’s left of them. My black veil still covers everything except my eyes. Brittany’s torn red bikini top is clutched...