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in by the net full. “And what do you mean am I judging you? What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “If the manwhore boots fit.”
    “Man—what?” He squints in what appears to be genuine confusion, only making himself that much more comely, and my lower half gives an approving spasm.
    A beautiful blonde makes her way over with such a confident stride that even the girls in the establishment take note. Caila Clayton, or Caila Jace according to her stage name, is a vision in white—shiny skin tight vinyl as it were. She’s Cassidy’s identical twin sister, save for the scar on Cassidy’s face, not that I ever really notice it. Cassidy is perfect in every way and just as magnificent of a female specimen as Caila. It just so happens Caila here takes it off at Stilettos and rakes in more Benjamins than any of the girls combined. Caila stars in the club’s premiere spectacle. People come from far and near to watch her sway those magical hips—among other swaying objects.
    “Here you are!” she beckons me to stand for a quick embrace, and I do. Jet, of course, is quick on his feet as well. I’m pretty sure Caila is safe from his wandering penis because for one she’s the spitting image of his best friend’s girl.
    “I was just about to explain to my inked up friend here what the word manwhore implies.”
    “I’m aware,” he growls so deep the sound of his voice rumbles through my spine.
    “Oh, hon.” Caila sits opposite me and offers him a quick wink. “If that’s the predicament you’re in, I’d say there’s no predicament, if you know what I mean.” She purses her lips at him in that seductive way she hypnotizes the audience with, only now it doesn’t seem too clever and sexy. In fact, I find it alarmingly annoying. And what’s with Jet’s continual bobbing of the head? That goofy grin? Dear God, he’s not really thinking of pinning Caila to his mattress, is he?
    “Hey”—I jab an elbow into his chest—“isn’t there someone out there you want to do the horizontal hoola with?”
    That smug little grin returns to his face, and he leans in closer than a whisper. “Honey, there’s not a whole lot of horizontal action taking place when I’m involved. I like to play on all fours.” He rises and loses himself in the thick of the crowd.
    Gah! All fours! I’ve always suspected Jet Madden was a tad animalistic.
    “Beware of that one,” Caila says in a stern mother-like tone I’m not used to hearing from her. “Whether or not you realize it, that boy has his sights set on you.”
    “Ha!” I try to brush it off with a laugh, but I can feel the sting of heat penetrating deep down into my bones at the thought of getting on all fours. “That boy has his sights set on everyone with a slip and slide between her thighs. What brings you to my neck of the woods?”
    “I need a favor.”
    “From me?” I do a quick sweep of the vicinity for Cassidy, Piper, and Scarlett, but it looks as if they’ve already left for the movie.
    “Yes, you.” Caila leans in with the whites of her eyes radiating their full attention on me. “But you have to promise you will never, ever tell my sister.”

    I t turns out I’m not the only one rife with secrets. Like, for instance, my parents nor my overprotective brothers know anything about those night moves I’ve put on public display just about every night this last summer. Now that the new school year has arrived, I’ve relegated my hip swinging to just Friday and Saturday nights, but, apparently, not this Friday night, which brings me to a very special covert operation Caila has bestowed upon me, her deepest, darkest secret—the Platinum Club. Up until this very hour, the Platinum Club didn’t exist for me. Apparently, it’s Stilettos version of an escort service, of which Caila Jace is the sexually discerning madam.
    “I will not have sex with this man,” I hiss as we come upon The Woods, an exclusive club located clear on the other end of Jepson about as