The next few minutes after the end of the game are a blur. Todd, having cleaned himself off on his trouser leg, struts onto the stage with a perverted grin on his face. He kneels down to the floor and picks up my discarded red satin robe, before flinging it at me where I lie naked curled up on the bed.
“Let’s get moving,” he says gruffly. “We’re about to bring the next girl out. Your turn’s over, Blondie.”
Oliver is sitting up in the bed glaring at the Best Man, and then out at the cheering crowd in the seats below, as if he’s only just noticing now that we’ve had an audience this entire time.
Stiffly, I sit up and begin to wrap the robe around me. Oliver reaches out and touches my elbow, and I shrink away from his touch, slipping out of the bed and hurrying away across the stage where
