their old colleagues’ faces about how well they were doing outside the strip clubs. The meeting was going fine until the girls started arguing over what month they wanted to be. Most of them wanted to be either June or December, but others just wanted to be mean and vindictive.
“I want to be June,” Diamond whined.
“June? You look more like October with all that makeup you have on,” Pleasure interjected, pausing from filing her nails. “Everyone knows that men need to have some Pleasure in the summertime.”
“You have a lot of nerve to talk. You make all this money, yet you still continue to go get those cheap-ass kitchen hairdos and come out looking like a broke Beyonce,” Diamond tossed back.
Containing her laughter, Emily quickly squashed the issue. “I’m the decision maker, and some of you will be doubled up, in a group, or by yourself if I chose to do so. You seem to forget there are other models in different states that need to be included.”
Moans and groans filled the room.
Emily gave them the “evil eye.” “If there’s a problem, then you don’t need to be included at all.”
The room went silent.
“Is there anyone who does not want to be in the calendar?” she asked.
Three hands went up. All three worked other jobs, and she understood their reasoning without having to discuss it further. She pulled out her phone to email Kenny the list of names and noticed she had a message from Antonio, I’ll be there to pick you up for our not date at seven.
She hid her smile and sent, Ok .
Emily refocused and sent Kenny the list of names. When it came to the photo shoots, Emily let Kenny come up with the when, where, and how. He had an excellent eye for certain poses, and she didn’t want to be in his way. It was also a way for her not to have to deal with all the attitude of the models trying to outshine one another for the spotlight.
“Now…” Emily closed her cell phone. “On to our next issue.”
The idle chatter going on while she typed the email ceased.
She glanced around, looking the girls over before continuing, “I know some of you’ve been on the site almost from the beginning and have built up a huge fan base; however, your performances have been slacking. I noticed some of you just sit at the computer and type the whole time in Free Chat even when a money customer asks to have a look at you. It’s not hard for you to stand up, lean back, or hell, pull your face away from your soap operas to show the customer what you’re wearing. They aren’t asking for much. Telling them to go private for everything is not the answer.”
“Aw, Mercedes, if they want us, they’ll just go private.” Diamond crossed her arms.
Emily knew Diamond would be the first to have a smart comment. “Since you decided to speak up and let the room know that you’re one of the culprits, let’s talk about your last few shows. Shall we?” She reached into her briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers. “Last night, one of our gold members, as well as a member of your fan club, asked you to stand up so he can see your outfit. Your response? ‘In private.’ Please explain why a gold member needed to pay to see your outfit? He was not asking for anything extreme. You know where he went? Right over to Spice’s room, and guess what? He asked her the same thing. She stood, gave a little shake, and then spent a half hour in private with him. He even joined her fan club. To top it off, the shake caused a few others to voyeur in on the show.”
“I mean, can’t we have a bad day?” Diamond uncrossed her arms and no longer looked sure of herself.
“Bad day? Diamond, you’re having a bad month. You’re lucky he didn’t leave the site like some others have because of your attitude.” Emily scanned the page until she found the next item. “Last week, you told someone they were interrupting your nap time. Nap time? Log off. I’ll do you a favor so you can get some sleep. As of this moment,
“I want to be June,” Diamond whined.
“June? You look more like October with all that makeup you have on,” Pleasure interjected, pausing from filing her nails. “Everyone knows that men need to have some Pleasure in the summertime.”
“You have a lot of nerve to talk. You make all this money, yet you still continue to go get those cheap-ass kitchen hairdos and come out looking like a broke Beyonce,” Diamond tossed back.
Containing her laughter, Emily quickly squashed the issue. “I’m the decision maker, and some of you will be doubled up, in a group, or by yourself if I chose to do so. You seem to forget there are other models in different states that need to be included.”
Moans and groans filled the room.
Emily gave them the “evil eye.” “If there’s a problem, then you don’t need to be included at all.”
The room went silent.
“Is there anyone who does not want to be in the calendar?” she asked.
Three hands went up. All three worked other jobs, and she understood their reasoning without having to discuss it further. She pulled out her phone to email Kenny the list of names and noticed she had a message from Antonio, I’ll be there to pick you up for our not date at seven.
She hid her smile and sent, Ok .
Emily refocused and sent Kenny the list of names. When it came to the photo shoots, Emily let Kenny come up with the when, where, and how. He had an excellent eye for certain poses, and she didn’t want to be in his way. It was also a way for her not to have to deal with all the attitude of the models trying to outshine one another for the spotlight.
“Now…” Emily closed her cell phone. “On to our next issue.”
The idle chatter going on while she typed the email ceased.
She glanced around, looking the girls over before continuing, “I know some of you’ve been on the site almost from the beginning and have built up a huge fan base; however, your performances have been slacking. I noticed some of you just sit at the computer and type the whole time in Free Chat even when a money customer asks to have a look at you. It’s not hard for you to stand up, lean back, or hell, pull your face away from your soap operas to show the customer what you’re wearing. They aren’t asking for much. Telling them to go private for everything is not the answer.”
“Aw, Mercedes, if they want us, they’ll just go private.” Diamond crossed her arms.
Emily knew Diamond would be the first to have a smart comment. “Since you decided to speak up and let the room know that you’re one of the culprits, let’s talk about your last few shows. Shall we?” She reached into her briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers. “Last night, one of our gold members, as well as a member of your fan club, asked you to stand up so he can see your outfit. Your response? ‘In private.’ Please explain why a gold member needed to pay to see your outfit? He was not asking for anything extreme. You know where he went? Right over to Spice’s room, and guess what? He asked her the same thing. She stood, gave a little shake, and then spent a half hour in private with him. He even joined her fan club. To top it off, the shake caused a few others to voyeur in on the show.”
“I mean, can’t we have a bad day?” Diamond uncrossed her arms and no longer looked sure of herself.
“Bad day? Diamond, you’re having a bad month. You’re lucky he didn’t leave the site like some others have because of your attitude.” Emily scanned the page until she found the next item. “Last week, you told someone they were interrupting your nap time. Nap time? Log off. I’ll do you a favor so you can get some sleep. As of this moment,
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