Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Tamara bit her lip, but then nodded in acceptance, and we’ve been making regular direct deposits ever since. I wouldn’t be surprised if our girlfriend hits millionaire status in the near future because we’re planning on a special “push present” once the baby’s born. We’re thinking a six-figure payday, along with a 529 account for the child, as well as a gorgeous emerald bauble for Tamara to wear during our nights out.
Of course, our girlfriend’s quit waitressing at the Corinthian, but it’s because she’s pregnant, and not because we told her to. After all, Tamara has an independent streak and doesn’t like to be told what to do. We treasure the fire in her spirit, and would never imagine putting it out.
At that moment, the front door opens and Chris strides into the living room, his handsome face breaking into a smile when he sees Tamara’s pregnant form reclined on the couch.
“Hi sweetheart,” he greets, bending down to press a kiss to her lips. “How are you feeling? I just put in an order for scrambled eggs with room service, and your personal chef is coming by later to make your favorite meal. But for now, I have a surprise for you.”
He holds out his hands, and presents her with a very expensive box of Swiss chocolates.
“Goodness, this is a nice surprise!” she coos, her brown eyes lighting up. “You know how much I’ve been craving chocolate lately.”
“We do know,” Jamison intones as he too strides into the room. “That’s why I got you some chocolate as well. These are the special chile-flavored bon-bons that I know you like.”
“Hey, stop trying to outdo me!” Chris protests.
The four of us merely laugh.
“More chocolate is always a good thing,” I growl, pressing a kiss to our girlfriend’s slender throat. “Especially because you’re eating for two, sweetheart. Should we add avocado to those scrambled eggs?”
“No, but you could add some peanut butter,” Tamara says in a sly tone. “You know how weird my cravings get sometimes.” But then her eyes go wide. “Oh my god, speaking of peanut butter, did I tell you about my friend Stasia?”
“Yeah, you’ve mentioned her a few times before,” I nod. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, she’s fine. It’s just that she’s having a tough time right now because she’s still at the Corinthian. She says she misses me.”
I nod.
“That’s to be expected. But you’ve moved onto bigger and better things, sweetheart. Like having our baby.”
Tamara nods, her look thoughtful.
“Yeah, but Stasia’s in a weird place because she never gets promoted. After I quit, they were looking for someone new to work the high rollers room, but she got passed over for this bitch Elaine instead.”
I nod.
“Well, what’s the problem? Is Stasia not cute? They would never put an ugly girl in the high rollers room.”
Tamara shakes her head.
“No, my friend is really cute,” she laughs. “But when she asked why she was passed over, her boss told her that it’s because her behavior’s been inappropriate as of late.”
I wrinkle my brow.
“Inappropriate? How so?”
Tamara bites her lips, her eyes slanting to the side.
“Well, I don’t know if I should tell you…”
Jamison and Chris snort.
“Sweetheart, you can’t start a story without finishing it. It’s just not right.”
“Come on,” Jamison adds in a persuasive tone. “Besides, what could be so inappropriate?”
Tamara gets a secretive look and leans forward, lowering her voice although there’s no one else to hear.
“Well, I think Stasia’s been having sexy times with her stepdad. You know, that kind of sexy time,” she adds quickly.
I whistle.
“Holy cow, that’s pretty depraved.”
Jamison nods, his eyes thoughtful.
“Yes, but how did the Corinthian Hotel find out? Are they spying on their employees somehow? If anything, this would be a personal issue. It shouldn’t impact their business.”
Tamara nods.
“Well, rumor is that Stasia and her stepdad were playing with peanut butter in a filthy way. But she didn’t wipe it all off, or didn’t shower thoroughly, or something like that. So when a customer was touching her down there, his fingers came away sticky and gooey with peanut butter, and not with her female cream. He was pissed and reported it to management immediately. Said she was unprofessional, not to mention sick in the head.”
The three of us stare.
“Are you serious? Peanut butter snatch? Am I hearing this right?” I ask in a disbelieving tone.
Tamara holds both hands up in surrender.
“Hey, different people like different things,” she says. “I’m not sure why Stassi and her stepdad were playing with peanut butter, but obviously, some people get really turned on by food play. I personally would have preferred Marshmallow Fluff, but to each their own,” she says in a sly tone.
I shake my head.
“Holy fuck. Peanut butter pussy. Who knew it was a thing? And no problem, honey. I’ll order a giant jar of Marshmallow Fluff from Costco first thing when I get to my laptop.”