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clean her plate in silence, but when Oksana’s cell vibrated on the table, Baba snatched it away again. The third night in a row she’d brought her phone up for dinner. She really wasn’t being slick, and worse yet, of all the people who could have texted her, she prayed it was Annie coming around for another chance. At what, she didn’t know, and she knew she shouldn’t think about.
    Once she rinsed her dishes, Baba handed back her phone. “Awful, awful liar. Call Ronnie.” Baba patted her gently on the butt and sent her on her way.
     
    *
     
    “You love me, yes?” Ronnie cackled over the phone.
    Oksana tossed the keys to the little house into the bowl by the TV and turned on the light. She dropped her bag on the floor and started to undress. Her nipples needed some air and some gentle, loving attention. She ignored the idea of Annie doling out that attention and the rush of heat and moisture between her legs.
    “No. Miss Ronnie Ramirez, you dick. What did you do?”
    “I got you another A-list client. That’s what I did. That’s seven this year. You should buy me something,” Ronnie said.
    “Three, and you have plenty of money, dick.” Oksana smiled as she kicked off her shoes.
    She and Ronnie had a wonderful love/hate relationship. Out-siders thought they genuinely didn’t like each other, but that was just how they connected. Ronnie didn’t give you a hard time if she didn’t love you, and Oksana was grateful for every moment of the friendship she’d shared with Ronnie and her girlfriend Noelle. They both stuck with Oksana through all the bullshit with Vivian, and even though Ronnie was completely to blame for Kat’s green hair and piercings, she had been there to help Oksana pick up all of her pieces.
    After she was over this initial round of sulking, she could definitely use some quality time with them both. After she was done sulking and masturbating. Stupid Annie.
    “Plus, we don’t know if the lucky winner will be A-list. Could be a nobody on the rise,” Oksana said before she pulled off her shirt. She missed a little of what Ronnie said under the muffle of sweat-dampened cotton.
    “—o. I’m thinking totally crazy, method A-lister. You’re in for some fun, and since you really do owe me, we’re going out tonight.”
    “Um, no.”
    “Uh, yes. Noelle locked herself in her studio. I’m lonely and useless. You need to keep me company,” she said dryly. Ronnie was a successful hair stylist and bitch to boot who desperately loved Noelle. She knew that Noelle needed her space to focus on her paintings, though it didn’t stop Ronnie from pouting when she wasn’t around.
    Oksana groaned. She wanted to sleep. Actually, she wanted to mope and stare at her phone. She wanted Annie to crack. That was the truth. She wanted Annie to call or text or something, and she wanted to be available for the possible moment of weakness.
    Exactly why you should go! Finally, a part of her brain was making sense. She rubbed her nipple through her sports bra then grabbed a towel.
    “Give me twenty minutes.”
     
    *
     
    Thursdays at The Maypole were perfect. The weekend crowd wasn’t gumming up the line to the restroom and they didn’t have to wade through the sea of women who came in to take advantage of the half-priced drinks offered every ladies’ night. Ronnie hated ladies’ night. They weaved through the line, skipped flashing their IDs because Oksana had trained the owner on and off for a while now, and slipped into the bar. She tried not to think about Annie as Ronnie ordered her drink.
    She soaked in the music. The Gaga/Britney mash-up was blasting so loudly it vibrated her eardrums and her bones, but she didn’t feel like dancing. There were a few women in the crowd of gay men, but Oksana knew them all and she wasn’t interested. True quality time with Ronnie it would be.
    “So what’s going on with you?” Ronnie raised her voice. Fuck. There was no point in fighting this. Everyone could tell