Chapter 8 Getting Naked
Getting Naked
LANIE
“You just got home and you’re leaving again?” Chloe flopped on my bed wearing only a robe. “You are never here.”
“Nor are you,” I said. “Didn’t you go to Ibiza on a lark last week?”
“It was a work trip.”
“With a hot guy.”
Chloe lived her life always on the move.
We made bank as influencers, but it was her main source of income.
She specialized in horse content and had a lifestyle brand.
People invited her to fly first class to five-star resorts all so she could take a picture in a bikini having a good time.
It was nice work if she could get it. She may have been a bombshell, but she was also a shrewd businesswoman and, like me, had quite the appetite for hot men.
Her choice in men differed from mine—I preferred them older, while Chloe swore she was open to a sugar daddy but wanted to keep her options open to fit, younger men.
Most were fuckboys, but some were fun for a while.
“Where are you going?”
“To shop. Come with.”
“I have a headache. I want to rot”
“Uh-huh.” I didn’t buy the excuse. “You look like you are already made up.”
“I’m not feeling social.”
“C’mon, I need to buy a dress.”
“Fine,” she agreed. “Is Dora Elizabeth coming?”
“Dora must work. It’s all she does! Apparently, she is exploring some ruins next week.”
My baby sister was visiting between volunteer assignments. Lately, she’d been living in a convent in the DRC working with nuns. She was the best person I knew, even if her selflessness would have been annoying with anyone else.
“She wants kids to have clean water. She’ll never stop. I guess. C’mon! You’d really leave me to do this alone when you have nothing better to do?”
“Oh, there’s the Catholic guilt coming out,” Chloe teased.
I giggled. “Light on the Catholic. Heavy on the guilt.”
“Fine,” Chloe said. “I will come but only if you tell me what you got up to this weekend. You’ve been so hush-hush.”
I rolled my eyes. “I will spill, but you cannot say shit to my sister. She’ll freak out.”
“Oh, hot. Scandal!” Chloe stood and left while I finished up my lipstick.
I decided to spill on the way in my sister Daphne’s “old” Porsche. I drove.
“So, what did the guy do? Are you going out with him again?”
“Probably not,” I admitted.
“That bad?”
“No,” I answered. “He was good. Really good. But it got weird and… I have another interest.”
“What?”
“So, Caleb’s friend and older brother type is this sexy older guy—they call him Baz. He caught us and just watched. And I should have told him to fuck off...”
I stopped as we hit a snag.
“Fucking traffic,” Chloe said. “Still somehow better than the Eisenhower in the morning.”
I snickered. “I do not miss that.”
“Me neither. So, wait… he watched you fuck this guy?”
“Yeah. And then he offered his friend 25 million pounds so he could ask me to sleep with him.”
“Who the fuck are these guys? This is some Eyes Wide Shut bullshit right here.”
“I dunno. I thought it was awful—and hot. So, I played along and punished Daddy Vibes a little.”
“What? How? Can we please call him Daddy Vibes?”
“Yes,” I giggled. “Uh, so I told him he couldn’t fuck me, but I’d let him watch Caleb plow me.
And he did. I blew his friend, got on top, and then let him destroy me from behind looking right at Daddy Vibes in the face.
And before Caleb even came, he ran off and got off in the bathroom.
No joke. It was strangely so hot and also fucked up. ”
“So, he’s a little kinky. And this is the reason you cannot fuck Caleb again?”
“We both agreed there was nothing more there than sex. I suppose I could fuck him again, but I think it’s pushing the envelope with Daddy Vibes if I do. And damn it! I want to fuck Daddy Vibes!”
“So, are we talking like full on silver fox?”
“Mid-forties, maybe. Salt and pepper with impeccable stubble. After that, I just fantasized about him every fucking time I shagged Caleb. God, I cannot help myself.”
“He paid twenty-five million to sleep with you?”
“No. Not like that.” I shook my head. “It was so he could even have a shot with me. Caleb sold his chance off for a condo development in Islington. Except he didn’t because we kept fucking like bunnies all weekend. But I’m bored now.”
“Lanie, you need help,” Chloe said. “I want to meet Daddy Vibes.”
“Maybe someday,” I said. “He wants to take me on an adventure this week. I said I’m open to it.”
“An adventure? Oh, nice. Damn, that was not the tea I was expecting this morning.”
“Nor was this,” I said. “I mean it, do not talk to Daphne about this. I don’t need the judgement.”
“I am certainly not going to talk about this kink of yours with my sister-in-law!”
“It’s not my kink!”
“You performed for him and clearly enjoyed it. Face it, Delanie, you’re kinky. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m here for it. We’re both proud sluts after all.”
“God, my mother would be horrified by this conversation.”
My phone buzzed.
“It’s Cassandra,” Chloe said.
It was my agent.
“Put it on speaker.”
“Hello?” I answered.
“Oh, good! I got you. Well, I have good news.”
I felt Chloe vibrate in excitement.
“Is this about Dollar Princesses?” I asked.
“It is. Leah and Brian just called. Early ratings are in and they are excited to offer you a main storyline in the next season. The network loved your character. They did want to clarify things with you, though.”
I’d done it! I booked a lead role in a season of a prestige drama! I was living my own dream.
“Yes?” I tried to keep my excitement down.
“Well, there’s the sex issue,” Cassandra said. “This season is planned to be spicier than the last one. I wanted to make sure you were okay with that. There will always be an intimacy coach, but given there was nudity in season one—”
“Sure, that’s fine,” I said.
“Well, in the past—”
“My Dad is dead,” I said. “I promised him as long as he was on this earth, I’d never get naked on camera. I hated that rule and I held to my word. No more!”
“Well… okay. I will get the details on the contract ironed out and send it over to your attorney! Congrats!”
“Thanks,” I answered.
Chloe hung up. “She’s getting naked! Ah!”