Chapter 16

Anton

I kiss Amanda on the cheek, and push her off my knee, knowing all I’d have to do is say the word and I could kiss her elsewhere. She’s wearing the thinnest teddy I’ve ever seen, and I keep pulling it down to squeeze her nipples. She slaps at my hand, but only because it’s the policy of the club. “Baby,” I say, “We’ll get together later,” I whisper seductively. “I’ve got business to attend to.”

When Becki sits on the stool beside me, Amanda gives her a hateful look. Becki is not paying attention, and looks as though she's about to cry. Amanda snickers and whispers in my ear, “What’s the matter, Anton, you running whores now, too?” Becki pulls away when Amanda gently lifts a lock of Becki’s hair.

I stroke Becki’s cheek and say, “No ma’am, this one’s mine-all-mine!” I notice Christie bouncing happily off to the changing room to call her dealer and blow all the money I just gave her.

“Anton Lazarus, Mister-Millionaire-Playboy, now with a steady girl?” Amanda cries. “That’s something I would never expect to see!” She backs up a step and looks Becki over. “Anton, honey, you know damn well what this girl here can do,” she says, pointing to herself–her tits in particular, the same tits that I actually bruised one time because I was squeezing them so hard. A lot of ladies have ridden this ride, and Amanda was definitely near the top of the list. Practice does make perfect. “I certainly hope this li’l thing can do a lot better.”

She can’t. Becki had combated many a high school football player to keep her chastity, which I’m not of the opinion that Christie just took it away. “Amanda, my first and only love.” It doesn’t count as a lie if she knows it’s not true. “You know I’m saving myself, and all my money for you.” She’ll be mine eventually, but that’s a long way off.

“Damn well better be,” she says. She kisses me on the cheek and goes off to the changing room, saying, “I’ve got to dance!”

“Anton,” Becki whispers. “Can we go now?” she asks.

“I’m not done here,” I say, trying to remain pleasant, but still leaving no room for questions. “We’ll leave in a little bit.” Her eyes are big and wet and there is a tear tracing its way down her beautiful cheek. I brush it away with my finger. She doesn’t pull away from my hand. “Okay,” I say, allowing myself to be soft for a moment at least. “We can go.” As we make our way to the door, all of the girls come over to say goodbye. I haven’t dispensed nearly as much money as I normally do, and this must have them upset. Becki trails behind me until we get to the car.

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