“Here,” Sandy chirps. “You can wear mine.” She unclasps her black lace bra and holds it out to the blonde. Her paid for DDs are now fully on display.
“My boobs are too small for that.” She shrieks in horror.
Sandy drops it to the floor and shrugs. She slaps her palms down on her bare thighs and does a little hop.
Fuck! It’s too early for this shit. I’m not a cheer coach gearing them up for a game. I rub my temples, staring down at their paperwork covering my desk. “Megan, you didn’t fill out what your limits are,” I announce, glaring up at her through my lashes.
Her eyes drop to the floor, and I don’t miss the fact that she’s still dressed. “I didn’t understand …”
“What a limit is?” I bark out.
She flinches and whispers, “I’ve never done anal …”
Jesus!
The other girls laugh. “It’s more than just that,” Sandy tells her with a smile on her face.
“What else could there be?” Megan asks wide-eyed.
Fuck me! This girl is sheltered, and I should have stayed in bed.
“Are you willing to do bondage?” Sandy fills her in, placing her hands on her wide hips “And if so, do you mind being gagged, flogged?” Megan gasps. “If you don’t mind being tied up, do you prefer rope, handcuffs, chains.” The girl begins to tremble. “There’s also fisting …”
Just then, my office door swings open, and the only woman I don’t mind seeing enters my office.
I stand. “Ladies, this is GiGi. She will take your measurements. Once done, she’ll upload them to your file, and then the store will have them when you order something. I can call it in, and it will be delivered here to my office.” The four half-naked women nod with excitement. “Once the fitting is over, come back, and Dr. Lane will come in and see you.”
“Doctor?” Megan swallows.
“Yes,” I growl. Did she not listen to a damn thing I’ve said? I look at her. “All girls are required to be on birth control. Ninety-five percent of our clients already have wives and children. They want the guarantee that there won’t be any surprise babies or a client trying to get knocked up for blackmail money.”
They all turn and bounce out, but I stand. “Megan, have a seat.”
She falls into one of the black leather chairs in front of my desk. And looks up at me. Jesus, she has tears in her eyes.
I walk around my desk and lean up against it. “Why are you here?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
She picks at a piece of nonexistent lint on her jeans. “I need money.”
No surprise there. “What do you need money for?”
She heaves a heavy sigh. “My father is a druggie. My mother left us a year ago. Went to the store to buy a pack of cigarettes and never returned.” She swallows. “I have a younger brother. He’s three. I want to get him away from our father, but I don’t have that kind of cash. Not to give him what he needs.”
“Your application stated that you’re twenty-one.”
“I lied,” she whispers.
I already knew that. And I’m pretty sure she’s a goddamn virgin. “How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“Attending high school?”
She shakes her head. “I dropped out when my brother was born. I needed to stay home with him.”
I run a hand down my face, that headache intensifying. “Being a queen isn’t a good fit for you.”
Her head snaps up. Her green eyes narrow on me before she averts them, and her shoulders slump. “I know. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Are you quick on your feet?”
She nods once.
“Have you ever been a waitress?”
“No.”
I sigh. Just let her leave …
“But I can do it.” She sits up straighter, eyes wide with hope. She doesn’t wanna take her clothes off, but she’s willing to carry drinks around in a tight mini skirt and halter top.
Maybe it’s my fucking headache, or maybe I’m just in a giving mood. Doubtful, but I say, “Go to this address and give this to Mitch.” I walk around my desk and sit down. Yanking a Post-it pad off my desk, I write on it as I speak. “Tell him I sent you, and he’ll get you on the schedule.” I peel it off and reach across the desk. She can’t work in Kingdom. In the state of Nevada, you have to be at least twenty-one to even serve drinks. But I have hookups all over this town.
She grabs the note. “Thank you, Titan. Thank you so much.”
I nod and hold up the paperwork. “I’ll tear this up except for the NDA.” She nods quickly. “What happened up here does not leave the room.”
“Yes, sir.”
I point at the door. “Get going.”
She runs out of my office.
I open the bottom drawer in my desk and pop open the pill bottle and toss a couple into my mouth before washing it down with my coffee.
The girls re-enter my office with GiGi. “All done, Titan.” The sixty-five-year-old lady smiles at me. She wears her bleach blond hair up in a tight bun. It’s not even eight a.m., and she has a full face of makeup on topped off with fake eyelashes and red painted lips. She’s always in a good mood.
The girls giggle, and Sandy picks up her bra and places her tits back in it.
“Thanks, GiGi. Send Dr. Lane in, will ya?”
She nods.
I sit back in my chair, folding my inked arms across my chest, and look at the four women who stand before me.
The Queens of Kingdom.
My three best friends and I run a hotel and casino in the heart of Las Vegas. But we do more than that. We each run a different part of the casino. I run the Queens, our secret service. I have a list of men a mile long who want our girls. A couple of senators. A handful of movie stars, even more rock stars. CEOs and some blue-collar hardworking dads who just want to blow off some steam before going home to his nagging wife and kids. They fly in from all around the world.
They want a date for a work event, they call me. They want a woman to take on a trip to Maui, they call me. They want a woman for the night in one of our exclusive suites here at Kingdom, they call me.
I pull four cells out of my top drawer. “Here are your phones.” I place them on the desk.
They had to hand them over when they entered. “I downloaded the Queens app on your phones. If at any time you feel uncomfortable or think things are getting out of hand, make the call. It calls me directly.”
The brunette who hasn’t said much over the past two hours looks at me. Her name on the NDA she signed says Maggie. She came with Sandy. “Do you have to end a date early often?”
I shake my head. “No, our clients understand how it works, but I understand that sometimes things can go too far. You have too many drinks. He decides he wants more than what he pays for. You call me, and I’ll take care of it.”
“Have you had to do it before?”
I nod.
“And?” she asks.
“And I ended it.” Simple as that. A girl has never been raped or beaten while on the clock. My clients understand what they sign when they request a girl. If they so much as bend any rule on the contract, I will break their fucking necks. But I understand I can’t be there with them a hundred percent of the time, so we make sure all bases are covered.
For the most part, everything always goes smoothly. They call me to tell me what they want, and I send them three different women. Options. They pick which one they want, and I make the call. They pay me, and I pay the girl forty percent. I know it sounds like I’m ripping them off, but trust me when I say these girls are making bank. And some have never even taken their clothes off. Getting naked and sucking dick aren’t required to be a queen. But if that’s what they want to do, then by all means.
The cheerful blonde who answered every question on her application with hearts over her i’s steps forward. Her name is Whitney. She places her hands on my desk and smiles down at me. “Do you sample the product? You know, r
ate it for your clients?”
“No.” I don’t shit where I work. The Kings and I have enough problems as it is. I don’t need to add pussy to the mix.
She pushes her bottom lip out as her gaze runs over my inked arms. “That’s too bad.”
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
First I would like to thank my assistant’s, Christina Santos and Kelly Tucker. These two ladies are amazing. Without them. I would be lost.
I would like to thank Jenny Sims, my wonderful editor. I’ve been working with her for six years now and she’s awesome!
And a big thank you to my proofreader, Elizabeth Clinton, Brenda Parsons, and Rite Rees. Thank you to these amazing ladies who took their time to read over my story with very little notice.
To my cover designer, Angelica Maria Quintero. Thank you for making me all those gorgeous teasers and cover for COS.
A big thank you to my formatter and friend, CP Smith. Thanks so much for your help! You always make my words look so pretty.
I want to thank Candi Kane PR and all the blogs that signed up to help promote COS. You guys are amazing.
I want to thank my lovely betas, Rita Rees, Fay Moore and Heather Brown. Thank you so much for taking the time to help me tell Luca & Haven’s story. And for all of our suggestions. I truly appreciate it.
I want to thank my Sinners. They are amazing! Christina Santos, Fay Moore, Lauren Lascola-Lesczynksi Sarah Piechuta, Sophie Ruthven, Heather Brown, Tara Hartnett, Rita Rees, Kat Strack, Brandi Zelenka, Michelle McLellan, Melissa Gaston, Amanda Marie, Brenda Parson, Ashley Estep, Tiffany Johnson Mauer, Kara Rotella, Jenny Dicks, Mary Dbo, Elizabeth J Lawrence, Book Bre, Luetta Lyons, Elaine Turner, Shonna Mccabe, Whitney West, Melinda Benn, Paramita Patra, Eliette Alonso, Kerri Elizabeth, Amanda Anderson, Wendy Leach Charron, Rukaiya M, Jordan Hummel, Rachael Leissner.
And last but not least, my readers. Thank you for taking a chance and wanting to read my books. I hope that you all love them as much as I do.
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OTHER BOOKS BY SHANTEL TESSIER
The UN Series
Undescribable
Unbearable
Uncontrollable
Unchangeable
Unforgettable
Unforeseen
Unpredictable
Unimaginable
Seven Deadly Sins Series
Addiction
Obsession
Confession- Coming soon
The Selfish Series
Selfish
Myself
Selfless
Dare Series
I Dare You
I Promise You
If You Dare
DASH- standalone
Slaughter- standalone
Just A Kiss- NYE collaboration
Donut Overthink It- National Donut Day collaboration
Champagne Wishes- Wild in the Windy City anthology
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