Free Wanton by Jezebel Jorge Page B

skirt the way Courtney does.”
    “Go on and get out of here so the boys can
get changed,” Charlie said.
    Courtney opened her pay envelope and thumbed
through the bills. “You shorted me for working the main event.”
    “Take it up with Billy,” her daddy said. “He
did the payoffs.”
    “Damn straight I will.” Courtney scribbled
down her number for Ricky. “Call me on those shows.”
    ‘Will do,” he said, sticking the number in
his bag.
    Not bothering to change out of her mini
skirt and matching sequined ‘bitch’ tank top, Courtney went off in
search of Billy.
    She opened the back door just in time to see
him opening the door of his Cadillac for that stupid bitch she’d
worked.
    Dropping her bag, she strutted out to the
parking lot, “Where the hell do you get off on shorting me on my
payoff.”
    She knew she’d caught him off guard
expecting her to go psycho on him for taking off with that little
red head slut.
    He calmly closed the passenger door and
walked around to the trunk to put in her bag, or she assumed it was
the girl’s bag since Billy had never been the Hello Kitty type.
    “Whatta mean?” he asked. “Your money’s all
there.”
    “Not for working the main event.” She waved
the bills in front of his face. “While you were out here getting
your dick sucked I took a bump off the top rope.”
    “Bryson and Ricky didn’t need you out
there.”
    “Daddy booked the finish.”
    “Then take it up with him. I didn’t tell you
to go to the ring with Bryson.”
    “How much would you have paid Dylan to drop
a Vego-Matic in stilettos, a mini skirt and no panties?”
    “For real?” Billy chuckled and his storm
grey eyes lit up, making her heart skip a beat. “I’d come closer to
paying my son not to dress in drag.”
    As much as she hated to admit it, she’d been
in love with Billy for as long as she could remember. Luring her
way into his bed at sixteen had only made matters worse. No matter
how much he fucked around they both knew he’d never leave his wife.
Being his favorite piece of ass on the side was never gonna be good
enough for Courtney.
    “You’d better be glad that guy from the
state athletic commission didn't hang around for that match,” Billy
said. “Even thought I’m sure Ricky enjoyed a face full of pussy, I
doubt the commissioner would have been as thrilled.”
    “Bryson seemed to enjoy it,” she said just
to try to get a rise out of him. “You can go ahead and leave
because he’s riding to Myrtle Beach with me.”
    “Wonder what Allison will think about
that?”
    “Probably the same thing your son’s mother
would think about you going off with that skanky ring rat.”
Courtney countered knowing good and well that Billy would never say
a word to Bryson’s girlfriend. “You know she’s not even a natural
redhead?”
    “You shouldn’t have roughed Robin up like
that in the ring.”
    “Find me opponents who know how to
work.”
    “If you was a man, me and Vlad would have
yanked your ass outside and taught you a lesson about respecting
the person you’re working with.”
    “Anytime you want to spank my ass, you’ve
got my number.”
    “Hey, Courtney,” Bryson stopped beside her
vintage Corvette Stingray. “You ready to go?”
    “Told ya. I hope she’s better in bed than
she is in the ring.” Courtney turned around just long enough to
flash Billy a seductive grin. “Think about me screaming your son’s
name while you’re banging your nasty little rat.”

Chapter 3
     
     
    Bryson had known the deal as soon as they
had stopped in Columbia that afternoon to pick up the redhead to
work with Courtney. She was one of Moolah’s girls and probably
would have been able to work a decent match if she’d had a seasoned
veteran carrying her.
    All the boys knew Courtney had kicked her
ass because it was obvious that Robin thought she could fuck her
way into a spot with the company by doing Billy. Not a smart move
considering everyone in the business knew