CHAPTER 18
Sonya went back to work that night. A few of the girls at the club picked up on the fact something was different about her.
“You’ve got a bounce in your step today - or maybe it’s a shake in your ass. Did you get laid?” Kelly asked with an interrogating tone.
Sonya blushed and shrugged her shoulders.
“You did!” Kelly said with a naughty grin.
“Had it been a while?” Alicia asked.
Sonya couldn’t hold back her smile any longer. She nodded her head, not wanting to say she’d gone 20 years without sex.
A while yeah, that’s an understatement, Sonya thought.
“Did he make you come? Or he was one of those selfish bastards, two minutes, busts a nut, and he’s out the door?”
“Was it big?”
“Did he call you yet?”
“Did you block his number so you can move on to the next one? I bet you did, you little player!”
The questions and one-liners kept coming. The whole dressing room was in on the fun now.
Sonya didn’t mind, not too much.
“So, who was it?”
“It wasn’t Dmitri, was it?” Alicia said as the thought came to her, her sparkling blue eyes popping out.
Sonya scrunched her eyebrows and scoffed as if the idea was ridiculous. She wasn’t sure whether she should keep it a secret. But for now, that seemed like the best idea.
“Dmitri…?” another girl said.
The room went silent.
Right then, Sonya remembered that she wasn’t the only girl at Sultan’s who’d gotten naked with that hunky Russian.
Her love buzz turned into a queasy churning in her gut. She’d been feeling special, like infatuated people do, but there’s nothing special about being just one of many - not to mention that weird “going out of town” voicemail…
The dressing room stayed quiet, and Sonya sensed a heavy awkwardness. Was it jealousy? Or did the girls want to warn Sonya about Dmitri, but were scared to say anything?
What did Dmitri tell the other girls? Not the same romantic lines he told me, I hope, Sonya thought with a sigh. Most of these girls don’t even seem to want anything serious.
And like he said, he was just passing the time with them. Waiting for something real…
She kept telling herself things like that throughout the night until she was convinced again about what she wanted to believe, and began to feel better.
When it was just her and Alicia at the door (the line was slow, and the bouncer had stepped inside for a minute), Alicia asked again, “So, was it really him? Don’t lie to me.”
Sonya smiled and nodded.
Alicia insisted that she give her a high five, which Sonya enjoyed, though she pretended it was silly.
“I’m not the only one, though, right?” she whispered to Alicia.
“Hmm, honestly, I don’t know. There are rumors. But he doesn’t pay for it, I know that. I guess he’s too hot to need to. Whatever he’s done, it was at his place, not here. He never goes into the VIP rooms.”
That’s good to know, Sonya thought, but she didn’t say anything.
She wanted to appear nonchalant about the whole thing, as if she weren’t falling madly in love with a possible Russian mobster she’d just met.
“So,” Alicia continued, “did it hurt? I know he’s gotta be huge.”
Sonya looked at her as though it was an awful question to ask, but the truth was, she loved talking about it.
“Yeah. Well, I haven’t seen many, honestly, but it was like,” she held her hands out to show the size.
“Wow, I’m surprised you didn’t break in half. I don’t think I could take that much inside me, and I’ve had practice. I hope he didn’t insist on anal.”
“No, not at all. I have to tell you, we didn’t do everything, just some things.”
“Whaaaat? Don’t talk in riddles. Are you saying you didn’t fuck him? Why would you pass up a chance for that? You’re one of those hard-to-get goodie-two-shoes girls, eh?”
“I don’t think so. Umm, I guess maybe. The thing is, I’ve never. I mean, I’ve done stuff. But I’ve never…”
“You never what? Omigod, are you a virgin?! In this place? That’s like a snowball in hell!”
Johnny came back out, and Sonya put her finger to her lips to keep Alicia from talking further about her virginity.