"Drake McCalister is the most fantastic lover," Liandra exclaimed as she decorated herself with face paint, looking into a wall mirror while standing.?
Sierra listened to Liandra while sitting backstage at the dressing table in Wil's bar. All the girls were listening.
"I never knew it could be like that with a man," Jasmine boasted. "He's made for it. A real stallion." She laughed at the girls surrounding her.
"You're lying," Sierra c****d her head. "Drake would never bed the likes of you two."
"You don't think we're good enough for a man like him? It's women like us that men like him turn to when they're tired of prudes." Liandra shook out her hair. She never cared much for Sierra's know-it-all, holier-than-thou attitude.
"Sounds like you two are in the wrong profession, you'd do wel
