dressing room. The other girls had already cleared out.
"So some of the girls take business to bed?" Kelly initiated the conversation.
"Yeah," Cass replied, looking a little disgusted.
"Have you ever?"
"Sure," she chuckled. "By the time you're as old as I am, in this business you can't help it. But it's never right and it's always dangerous, no matter how well you know the man."
"So you worry about getting arrested?"
"Arrested? You kidding? If that happened then the world would really be crazy. No it's a knife or a gun I'm worried about. Cops? Juno takes care of the cops, either Juno or Jake." The woman was lacing a black bustier around her torso, looking as though she had more than just going home and sleeping on her mind. "You're not seriously thinking about it, are you?" she asked.
"I don't know," Kelly replied. "Not yet anyway. I did this because it's better money than anything I could think of. Sometimes a little more wouldn't hurt."
"Well, that's why we're all here. Unless you really like being nothing but sex to men."
"There's something to that," Kelly mused aloud. "I mean, it's not really as bad as I thought. At least it's honest."
"That it is," Cass agreed.
"I guess just being physical is what I need right now," Kelly admitted.
"No entanglements, you got that right," Cass agreed. "But stay away from Juno. You want a trick or two that can be arranged. But his contacts run deep, and they're scary. You don't want to get inside that hell hole."
"What do you mean?" Kelly asked.
"Never mind what I mean. Just trust me."
Kelly thought about tricks and sex, and bare breasts and flaunted ass ends, and Juno. The whole way home, her mind worked at a frantic pitch, trying to piece together the bits and pieces of Cass's information with what she knew already, and what she had gleaned from the other girls. What was going on for her personally, all the lust and desire just added to the muddle of confusion. If only she had a few days to think things through, maybe she'd understand, but there simply wasn't the time available. She counted on having to strike while the iron was hot. It was getting hotter every day.
"What's going on?" Tad asked her about half way to her apartment.
"Lots of things, but nothing's clear."
"You want to be by yourself?" he asked.
No, she really didn't want to be by herself, but she couldn't imagine telling Tad her thoughts. "I'm bushed, really," she told him, and he left her at her door, no jammed elevator this night. Even so, she couldn't go to sleep without masturbating just to get rid of the tension. By the time she was done, she was wishing for Tad in her bed just to have a warm body to cling to.
***
Gray had been gone a week and that was good. He wouldn't understand this undercover work, though it wasn't likely she would have told him. Theirs was a curious relationship, having stayed together a couple of years, though they'd long ago given up the idea of fidelity. They'd simply never be enough for each other. Now, it was more a relationship of convenience than anything else. He helped with the rent on her plush apartment, even though he was hardly ever there, and occasionally she had the comfort of his body and the familiarity of his sex to enjoy. Since Gray traveled a lot, it made things easy for them both to play around.
As easy-going as the relationship was, when Gray came home unexpectedly in the middle of the night, he was more than a little shocked to find his roommate with a man. Standing at the front door in her pink satin pants and cropped T-shirt, she looked as if she'd just finished a night walking the streets. If Gray used his imagination, Tad looked enough like a pimp to pass for one,
"Kel?" he asked, as he approached the door.
They weren't kissing or groping, just talking quietly, but Gray was obviously annoyed.
"Hi," Kelly said, turning to the familiar voice. "You're back so soon?"
"Yeah, I'm back, but it's not all that early. What are you doing like that?" he