them in the ocean, and never think of Oksana again.
“The Maypole…” she muttered to herself as Pace played the clip at double speed. It was funny every time.
Annie had never been there before, but…she had an idea.
She turned to Jewel.
“Do you know if they have a ladies’ night?”
Jewel gave her that duh look that made Annie feel old. “Yeah. Thursdays I think. So today. Have you been crying?”
“Shush, Jewel. Are you going to have a bachelorette party?” Esther smiled in the most unnerving way.
“No, I was just wondering.”
“Bummer.”
But she was going to head out for more ladies only entertainment. She did need to know for sure. Was it Oksana she craved or women in general? If her relationship with Jeff had even the slightest chance of being in danger, she needed to figure that out and fast. Throwing herself into a sea of women seemed like the best place to start. Or the worst place ever for Annie to be when she was emotional and vulnerable. Either way, she needed to put herself out there while she had the chance. And if that didn’t work, if Oksana was truly the thing, the ugly man trainer idea was still on the table.
*
“Who do I have to fellate to get another day?” Stewart asked. Oksana watched her client mop the sweat off his face. He was more than ready to pump up his sessions, but she’d been waiting for Stewart to make that decision for himself. That was their deal; he’d bust his ass if Oksana wasn’t a complete bitch during their hour together. They’d expanded his comfort zones together. He worked like crazy, shed a ton of weight, safely, and slowly, Stewart became the first client Oksana considered a friend.
Oksana smiled and whacked him gently on the leg. “I think you might enjoy your sucking time with Paulo a little bit more than with me.”
“Mmhm, you know that’s right. I’m still too big boned for him, but just give me one chance.” Oksana’s laugh barely covered her grimace as Stewart licked his lips. Stewart was awesome, but the thought of him on his knees—gross.
She kept her bone jokes to herself and helped Stewart up off the mats.
“I’m headed back there now. What’s your best day?” Oksana asked. She rocked on her heels a little, thoughts of Stewart porn overshadowed by how proud she was of him. Sure, vanity was at play, but Stewart was genuinely trying to change his life and his health for the better.
And not trying to fuck you—again. Or making you crazy with his bottomless blue eyes. Or kissing you right out in the open. And you definitely wouldn’t be worrying about if he is going to text you again tonight while you lie awake in bed thinking about those bottomless blue eyes.
Great. Oksana rolled her eyes at herself. Made it a whole twenty minutes not thinking about Annie. Oh, God, please ask for Saturday morning. Please. I’ll bounce Annie in a heartbeat if it’ll help me shake these fucking meat sweats she’s giving me.
“Let’s do—what’s that face, chickie?”
“What face?” Oksana snapped her spine straight and frowned down at Stewart.
“You have a time in mind?”
“No. No. What’s good for you?”
“Let’s do Saturday…” Oh God, yes! “Let’s do Saturday afternoon. Noon work?”
Three months ago, the answer would have been no, but she’d taken on Saturday mornings for Annie. Damn it. “Yeah. Noon is perfect.”
Stewart smiled wide, showing off a massively chipped tooth. He had a few million dollars to fix it, but he never had. He had his reasons, which Oksana totally understood and respected. That didn’t stop Oksana from staring at it constantly, which she knew was rude, but the imperfection comforted her for some reason.
“No, noon is good.” It would put her home by the time Kat finally decided to roll out of bed, and they could still have the rest of the day together. Saturday morning would have been better. Stupid Annie.
“Good. I’ll see you then. And stop scowling,” Stewart said,
“The Maypole…” she muttered to herself as Pace played the clip at double speed. It was funny every time.
Annie had never been there before, but…she had an idea.
She turned to Jewel.
“Do you know if they have a ladies’ night?”
Jewel gave her that duh look that made Annie feel old. “Yeah. Thursdays I think. So today. Have you been crying?”
“Shush, Jewel. Are you going to have a bachelorette party?” Esther smiled in the most unnerving way.
“No, I was just wondering.”
“Bummer.”
But she was going to head out for more ladies only entertainment. She did need to know for sure. Was it Oksana she craved or women in general? If her relationship with Jeff had even the slightest chance of being in danger, she needed to figure that out and fast. Throwing herself into a sea of women seemed like the best place to start. Or the worst place ever for Annie to be when she was emotional and vulnerable. Either way, she needed to put herself out there while she had the chance. And if that didn’t work, if Oksana was truly the thing, the ugly man trainer idea was still on the table.
*
“Who do I have to fellate to get another day?” Stewart asked. Oksana watched her client mop the sweat off his face. He was more than ready to pump up his sessions, but she’d been waiting for Stewart to make that decision for himself. That was their deal; he’d bust his ass if Oksana wasn’t a complete bitch during their hour together. They’d expanded his comfort zones together. He worked like crazy, shed a ton of weight, safely, and slowly, Stewart became the first client Oksana considered a friend.
Oksana smiled and whacked him gently on the leg. “I think you might enjoy your sucking time with Paulo a little bit more than with me.”
“Mmhm, you know that’s right. I’m still too big boned for him, but just give me one chance.” Oksana’s laugh barely covered her grimace as Stewart licked his lips. Stewart was awesome, but the thought of him on his knees—gross.
She kept her bone jokes to herself and helped Stewart up off the mats.
“I’m headed back there now. What’s your best day?” Oksana asked. She rocked on her heels a little, thoughts of Stewart porn overshadowed by how proud she was of him. Sure, vanity was at play, but Stewart was genuinely trying to change his life and his health for the better.
And not trying to fuck you—again. Or making you crazy with his bottomless blue eyes. Or kissing you right out in the open. And you definitely wouldn’t be worrying about if he is going to text you again tonight while you lie awake in bed thinking about those bottomless blue eyes.
Great. Oksana rolled her eyes at herself. Made it a whole twenty minutes not thinking about Annie. Oh, God, please ask for Saturday morning. Please. I’ll bounce Annie in a heartbeat if it’ll help me shake these fucking meat sweats she’s giving me.
“Let’s do—what’s that face, chickie?”
“What face?” Oksana snapped her spine straight and frowned down at Stewart.
“You have a time in mind?”
“No. No. What’s good for you?”
“Let’s do Saturday…” Oh God, yes! “Let’s do Saturday afternoon. Noon work?”
Three months ago, the answer would have been no, but she’d taken on Saturday mornings for Annie. Damn it. “Yeah. Noon is perfect.”
Stewart smiled wide, showing off a massively chipped tooth. He had a few million dollars to fix it, but he never had. He had his reasons, which Oksana totally understood and respected. That didn’t stop Oksana from staring at it constantly, which she knew was rude, but the imperfection comforted her for some reason.
“No, noon is good.” It would put her home by the time Kat finally decided to roll out of bed, and they could still have the rest of the day together. Saturday morning would have been better. Stupid Annie.
“Good. I’ll see you then. And stop scowling,” Stewart said,
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