Fire and Desire (BWWM Romance) Read Free Page A

tried to treat Emily like she was a regular employee and not the owner because they were the first ones hired. She showed them who was in charge and fired them. Keeping them around only would have put ideas in the other girls’ heads.
    “Okay, remember I’m on your side. Call the girl when you want to,” he joked. “By the way, I just finished uploading the new photos and the Playhouse Pick of the Week .”
    “Thanks.”
    The doorbell rang.
    “I’ll talk to you later. Asia’s at the door.” She pushed the end button on her cell phone.
    Emily opened the door for Asia, and Asia swiveled her hips past her, wearing a pink sweat outfit with her expensive satchel in tow. Asia was hands down one of Emily’s best money makers. She was an exotic beauty, a mix of black, white, and Japanese, complemented by her long, thick, wavy black hair, and almond-shaped green eyes. Her skin was a perfect bronze all year round. Asia had luscious lips and the body to match. She was one of the most requested models and also the most downloaded in the picture gallery. A sweet plus of being online is that several men could pay to watch her at the same time instead of having to wait, risking them losing interest and going to another site.
    “Hey, Mercedes.”
    They gave each other air kisses.
    “You’re in the Love Nest,” Emily instructed.
    Asia nodded and headed up the stairs. The Love Nest was retro with a twist with a big, crimson, round bed in the center. Fashion mirrors accented one of the walls, and a white love seat sat in front of the computer. A black light and a lava lamp completed the look. Men went wild when the girls put on body paint and turn the black light on.
    On good days, Asia’s performances averaged over thirty men paying to watch her at the same time. Thirty men paying twenty dollars for fifteen minutes came to six hundred dollars for one show, and she rarely did less than ten a night. Dancers in a strip club would collapse trying to do thirty-two lap dances in a night, not even coming close to the three thousand Asia was guaranteed to make on one of her bad days. She was definitely a gold mine.
    Emily caught with of the flowery perfume Asia left lingering in the air. Even though it was barely two in the afternoon, Emily knew people would want to see their idea of a fantasy. She laughed at the idea of some corporate bigwig sitting in his office, getting his fantasy fulfilled prior to going into a meeting, while ensuring his employees computers were monitored by fire walls blocking sites like hers.
    Normally Emily would have gone into her office to monitor a few more shows, but she needed to finish up two other interviews, hire security guards, and check on a building downtown that was for sale. She decided to get security guards once she realized the big risk of opening up her home, allowing her models to work out of it. Emily wanted to keep them and her family safe. She didn’t want to risk anyone daring to come in her home even though she had cameras covering every inch of it.
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    Slamming the door after dealing with the last interview, Emily felt like a pressure cooker reaching its peak. She was an equal opportunist, but some people needed their asses kicked. Fake online pictures were common when a person had no intention of meeting face-to-face, but what in the world would possess a sane person to use a fake picture knowing they were going to an interview? Especially one based on appearance.
    She had no problem with gay men dressing like women; however, this man couldn’t have been a woman no matter how much money he paid for it. He/she was a linebacker wearing a spray painted leopard-printed dress and It had a full beard. The interview only lasted five minutes, but it felt more like forty to Emily. The online picture had showed a beautiful blond and white. This monster wore a cheap blond wig and was black.
    Emily wondered who he/she used to speak on the phone when she scheduled the interview. The person who