Chapter Seven
“Well, Miss Stapleton. You going to clean his staff too? Little bitches clean the curs they service.”
“Stuff it, McGee.”
Thompson lunged while Promus dodged, and Kelli popped up from the floor. Promus had his fists up and there was anger spreading across John’s brow.
“Asshole. Pervert!” he cried.
“Pervert? Me? I’m not the one sodomizing a teenager.”
The comment would have started a fight had Kelli not stepped between the two men. “Stop!
We don’t need trouble!”
“Humph,” John said.
“Bullshit,” Promus said.
“Please,” Kelli pleaded.
“Well, Miss. I think it’s totally unfair for you to bed Thompson and even take it up your bum and not let me have a go. It was promised to me, you know. It’s not right that John should renege on his promises. And, besides, you liked it d
