Betrayed Chapter 8

Paul's eyes bugged out.

"You can do that in time?" he asked reverently.

Angie grabbed my arm and snuggled up to me.

"I guarantee we can!" she gushed, before I had a chance to say anything.

"Two of you with the same body?" he queried incredulously. "That body? Dear God; this is a fetish designer's dream come true. With the two of you, plus D-"

"Yes, exactly," I interrupted hastily. "Would that work out?"

"Work out?" he asked, stunned. "It will only be my best show ever – and it's Mr. Gay Leather, too. That is always one of my top-grossing shows. Lisa, my cup runneth over...."

He glanced down at our respective cleavages and grinned.

"Well," he continued, "mine and a few others. Thank you; you made my day. Now, let's get Angie's measurements."

Pure reflex had caused me to cut Paul off before uttering Dianna's name in Angie's presence. I could rationalize my action by citing: in a conspiracy, divide and conquer; never divulge who or how much you already know. I didn't really know a thing, but I wanted to keep the suspects compartmentalized. If I had been really truthful with myself, I would have admitted I didn't want to complicate my life still further by allowing my two lovers to know about each other. Betrayal begins so simply....

On our way back to the car, Angie seized my head in both hands and speared my mouth with a searing kiss. I stumbled, arms flailing, at the sudden onslaught.

"What was that for?" I finally gasped.

"I can think of about a dozen reasons off the top of my head," she chirped, "but for starters, thank you for going through with this."

"I haven't gone through with anything," I pointed out.

"But you will," she continued, unfazed. "I know you will because I know you. Whatever you start, you always see it through. That's just one of a million things, big and small, I love about you, Sweetie."