Crazy Bitch (Bitches and Queens)
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Authors: Rachael James
Crazy
Bitch
By:
Rachael James
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Contemporary Novels by
Rachael
James
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Rachael
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any
person, living or dead, any place, events or occurrences, is purely
coincidental. The characters and story lines are created from the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously.
For my
mommy—
because
I love you just the way you are
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Once again,
I must thank my fantastic editor Cynthia Shepp. If you are interested in
learning more about Cynthia, you can find her at www.cynthiashepp.com.
“Nasty
little cunt,”
Hannah Fairbanks fumed as she paced through the
first floor of her luxury home, which was located in an exclusive gated
community in Toro Canyon, just minutes outside of Austin, Texas. She would show
Sam Montgomery just how nasty she could be. After all, she had made that bitch.
If it wasn’t for her, Sam would be nothing.
“Will you be dining in tonight,
ma’am?”
“Dining in, Consuela,” Hannah
scoffed. “Of course, I’ll be fucking dining in tonight. I haven’t eaten
anything but lettuce and goddamn fruit for ten years. How hard is that to throw
together? What the fuck am I paying you to do anyways?”
“Yes ma’am,” Consuela said and
hurried off towards the kitchen.
Hannah watched her leave with a
grimace distorting her beautiful features. She was half-tempted to toss a glass
vase her way to see if the little bitch could run any faster. She might not
have been so angry if her question was rhetorical. Honestly, she had all these
people in her life, spent damn near a fortune, and for the life of her life,
Hannah still didn’t know what any of her ‘so-called’ employees actually did for
her.
Now, her best friend, the man
she loved more like a son, had turned his back on her as well. She wasn’t
really that surprised—as she learned a long time ago that the only person you
could really count on in this world is yourself. Still, it hurt coming from
Sam. Being turned over for someone like Kate Logan only added injury to insult.
Of course, they would never work out. Sam and Kate were too different to make
it long-term, but Hannah did fear that she might be the one girl that could
break his heart. Well—she was afraid for him until he called her a nasty little
cunt. Now she hoped Kate didn’t just rip his still-
beating
heart out of his chest but that she would stomp it into the pavement as well.
When she did, Hannah would be waiting for him because he was her
baby boy
and that is what good mommies do. You never stop loving your child, even when
he is behaving like a selfish little prick.
With Sam otherwise occupied
with Kate, Hannah had grown unusually restless in her downtime. Not that she
had much of it. She had been working steadily since she was discovered at the
age of sixteen. For the past ten years, her face had graced hundreds of
magazines covers. She had walked countless runways and was quite easily the
city of Austin’s most recognizable resident.
Lately, she had begun feeling
as if something was missing from her life. What she needed was a new pet but
finding the perfect one was always so difficult. If Sam hadn’t upset her so,
her need wouldn’t be so demanding. Ten years of maintaining a size double 00 on
her six-foot-tall frame did nothing, if not teach her the art of self-denial.
She was the queen of restraint, but occasionally her desires were too strong to
ignore. Tonight, if she couldn’t have a pet, she would just have to find a
substitute. Fortunately, she had Texas’s most exclusive and discreet Madam on
her contacts. After a quick call, the plans were set. Before she hung up,
Hannah said, “And don’t send me one of those skinny bitches.”
“Consuela, darling,” Hannah
called out sweetly as she walked towards the kitchen, “change of plans. I won’t
be eating dinner tonight. You may take the rest of the day off, but I’ll need
you here early tomorrow. I would like a full breakfast served in my bedroom.”
Consuela nodded. Having worked
for Hannah for three years, she had grown accustomed to her frequent shifts in
mood. She also knew she was never allowed in Hannah’s bedroom unless
specifically instructed, and that she was never to mention anything she might
see or hear once inside. “Breakfast for two?”
“No, only juice and toast for
me.”
When the doorbell rang at ten
o’clock, Hannah answered it wearing a pair of black, satin pajamas. She was
only slightly disappointed that Hilary had sent over one of her new girls.
Occasionally, the new ones were thrown by her peculiar requests, but the
lovely, lusciously plump, redhead was such a doll her disappointment quickly
evaporated.
“Hello, my name is Skyler,” she
said with a shy smile.
Hannah assumed her shyness had
more to do with being star-struck than the actual business at hand, as all of
Hilary’s girls were consummate professionals. “Please, come in,” she said and
held the door open wide. “I assume Hilary explained that you would be staying
for the entire night.”
“Oh yes,” Skyler answered
enthusiastically.
“And did she mention anything
else?”
“No, only that I was very lucky
because most of the ladies fight over your appointments.”
“Is that so?” Hannah murmured
and then reached for her hand. “I have everything ready. Come upstairs with me.”
Hannah led the strange woman up
the stairs and into her inner sanctuary. Living her life so publically, she had
very few corners of quiet solace. The oversized room, the size of a small
house, was one such place. She had a strict policy of receiving visitors here
by invitation only. These walls had many secrets. She often thought that when
her beauty finally faded, this would be the place for her recluse. A place to
grow old, a place to die.
They walked through the sitting
area, past the main bedroom that was decorated elegantly with several mahogany
pieces, including a bed that looked fit for royalty, and into the bathroom
where the large soaking tub that was surrounded by marble tiles was filled with
steaming water and bath salts.
“Here let me help you,” Hannah
commanded as she systematically began to undress Skyler. Her touch was more
soothing than passionate. Once Skyler was naked, Hannah looked over her body
with a glazed-over distance, as if she wasn’t really seeing what was before
her.
Not the reaction she was
accustomed to receiving, Skyler asked self-consciously, “Is everything all
right?”
“Of course,” Hannah answered
with smile. “You’re delightful. I would like you to get into the tub.”
Still looking uncertain, Skyler
stepped up on the tile pedestal and then over into the water.
“Is the water too warm?”
“No, it is feels wonderful,”
she denied as she slid down into the bath. “Are you getting in?”
Hannah settled down on her
knees beside the tub. Feeling relieved that she hadn’t been the source of
gossip, she hid her smile as she reached for the bathing oil. Although Hilary
prided herself on discretion in her line of business, there was always the risk
that someone would talk. If any of the other whores ever discussed Hannah, they
hadn’t done so with Skyler. Otherwise, she never would have asked that
question.
The tiny vial cost a small
fortune as it was harvested from nuts that were only known to grown on a
mountaintop in Italy. When Hannah played the game, no expense was spared. “Not tonight,”
she answered as she dabbed the oil in her palm. As she rubbed her hands
together, a slight menthol aroma permeated the air. “I’m not a big fan of the
scent, but it feels heavenly,” she explained as she reached out and stroked the
smooth column of Skyler’s neck, working her fingers down her shoulders. After
only a few moments, she began to melt like butter against Hannah’s fingers. Her
earlier hesitation evaporated as she quickly discovered why Hannah was such a
popular client.
“I’ve always been very fond of
whores,” Hannah admitted as she caressed Skyler’s arms, working her way from
shoulders to fingertips. “My mommy was a whore. I even tried it once myself.”
“What did you think about it?”
Skyler breathed softly.
“It was…” Hannah paused to
think of the right word. How to describe that Dmitri? She had only been
seventeen at the time. Her stardom had just begun to skyrocket when they met.
Dmitri taught her the power of beauty. He was willing to pay any price, do
anything she asked, just for one night together. Hannah probably would have
continued to resist him, but it was such a tumultuous time in her life. New
mommy and new daddy had just been murdered. The brutality of the crime had
shocked the entire community. It seemed more like a crime of passion than a random
act of violence. Back then, people still believed she was the angel she
appeared to be. The world grieved with the beautiful orphan. The night of the funerals,
Hannah gave in to Dmitri. She was still very fond of that crazy Russian. She
would visit him more often, but those pesky Russian officials refused to allow
her in the prison. Poor Dmitri, but eventually his life of violence caught up
with him. Hannah still sent him a Christmas card every year. “…it was
enlightening.”
After Hannah finished washing
her body, she washed her hair with a pleasant, coconut-scented shampoo. Once
she was clean from head to toe, Hannah helped Skyler out of the tub and dried
her off. All the calming aromas had left her feeling very relaxed, probably a
little tired as well. In her current state, Skyler didn’t have much to say,
which was just as well as Hannah preferred they remain quiet.
Next, Hannah dressed Skyler in
a new pair of pajamas. She took her to the bedroom and pulled down the
blankets. Once she fluffed the pillows, she tucked the blankets around Skyler, then
walked around to her side of the bed and climbed inside. Feeling much calmer
than she had in weeks, Hannah’s eyes grew heavy. Before she drifted off to
sleep, her last thought was that she hoped Skyler let her feed her. She loved
it when she fed them.