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It’d been difficult wrapping her head around the concept; Layla willingly ceded control to Murphy in all aspects of her life--not just sexually When Layla had lived in Denver, Ainsley had known Murphy worked in a club, but not what kind of club But she’d never i clue places like that even existed outside fictional novels

She planned to get a real education about it tonight

She scooped up Layla’s risqué lingerie and slunk into the bathroo the pooch in her belly Next week she really had to start working out again The kily ass Five minutes after her thirty-seventh birthday her body had started to sag like an ugly old couch Not that she’d ever in her life been a toned size two

Now is not the time to revisit your body issues Think sexy, act sexy, be sexy

Once she’d tugged on her outfit, she pinned up her hair, securing it with a hairnet She unzipped the bag and slipped the wig fro it onto her own

After jabbing a led closer to the ers The sleek as shoulder length, coal black with jagged ends dyed blood red It was funky, hip and fun No one would mistake it for her real hair, but wasn’t that the point of tonight? To be daring and eccentric? She was fully incognito in this get-up She doubted her cats would recognize her

Two raps on the door were her only warning before Layla burst in "Are you… My God, what the fuck is that thing on your head?"

Not exactly the reaction she’d hoped for "I’rabbed her upper ar in front of her

"So? Do I look ridiculous?"

"No It just shockedis perfect with the clothes I brought Wow, A, you look fantastic"

"Really?"

"Scouts honor You always look nauseatingly well put together I like seeing this other side of you"

"What other side? Nuttier? Sluttier?"

"Younger More playful Now don’t glare at irlfriend, there’s no reason not to show a little skin after that bank vault closes You’re sporting one of those curvy hourglass bodies that ure" phrase a euphemism for…fat?

"Don’t hide it Flaunt it"

Ainsley wasn’t the flaunt it type

Or e and size ain’t nothin’ but numbers

"Let’s hit the road The club is about to open and Murphy is getting all snappy and threatening because I’ she’d waited for "Layla, can I ask you soo" She pointed to the toilet seat "Sit"

Ainsley closed her eyes when Layla hovered over her with brushes, powders and eyeliner "Thanks, but that wasn’t the question I meant I want to know about your relationship with Murphy He see"

"That’s the definition of a do that wouldn’t piss off her friend but would also give her the information she’d always been too shy to ask about "He doesn’t like, hurt you or anything if he doesn’t get his way, does he?"

"Are you asking if he beatsto piss hi, wet line of make-up across Ainsley’s eyelids near her lash line "Don’t open your eyes for a minute"

"Okay"

"Murphy has never raised his hand to er It would destroy him to hurt ers and other instruments are part of our life I ask him to restrain me and leave welts and marks on my skin"

"Why?"

"The pain takes o of the control I’ve tried to irl"