And where would I go?" "Hey, that ain't my problem.And where would I go?" "Hey, that ain't my problem. Our agreement is as long as you stay, you do what I say. If you can't, you leave. No one will stop you." "Okay, maybe you didn't force me. But you really didn't give me much choice in the matter." "The only choice you have is to do what I say, when I say, or get your fucking ass out of here. And I think you better think real hard on that decision. You can leave now. But if you stay, I promise you, you won't ever pull shit like that again." "But Nicky . . ." "Fuck the buts. I want to know. Are you leaving or staying?" "Please Nicky, I didn't . . ." "Leave or stay. What's your answer?" "I want to stay." "Despite what I do to you, or have you do?" "Yes Nicky, whatever you want." "What I want is not the question here." "Okay, I want to stay. I don't care what you do, or what I have to do." "I want you to leave." Laurie stood there as if Nicky had again slapped her across the face. "You can't do that. Oh, please Nicky, don't make me leave. I'll do what you want. Please Nicky. I need you. I have no place else to go." "You should have thought about that before you tried to screw me. I have no need for a slut like you." "Please Nicky. Whatever you want. I'll never cheat on you again. I promise." "Just get the fuck out of my sight. I still haven't decided you can stay. Go back into the club. Wait there until I call you." Laurie left the room. Nicky watched her go. Jeni felt sorry for her. True, she had done wrong, but still. She was about to say something when Nicky said, "Not now. You're still in my good books. Don't fuck yourself over her. I warned you not to pick up her bad habits." Jeni was about to reply to that too, but a look from Nicky, made her think twice. "And I guess that now brings us to you," Nicky said to Cheryl. "Come here, and let me get a good look at you." Cheryl got up and approached Nicky. "Mixer, you said she was good?" "Shit, she was better than good. She took all I could dish out. Even begged for more. And when she went to work on me? Shit, I thought I died and went to heaven. Anytime you want to send her my way again, I'll be more than happy to take care of her for you." "It seems you come rather highly recommended. |