Amber’s shyness returned. She refused to take off her heels for apology kisses to the bottoms of her feet. “You really have to,” Destiny said, “that’s how Paul apologizes to the ladies of the club.”
“Can’t he kiss my shoes?” she asked, but they seemed to be enjoying pushing her.
“If you plan on making real money, here at The Lodge, you’ll have to get used to letting collar boys pay to kiss your feet.” Destiny added, “It’s a brave new world,” and a huge cheer erupted. She promised to make him pay double, and Amber, worn down, giggling nervously, covered her face with her hands and kicked off her heels. The delay and Amber’s shyness left Paul wondering if he’d find gnarly calloused soles, instead Amber raised toward his face two perfect feet and the buildup had him lunging forward to put
