Almost over

Feeling like he'd just taken a kick to the head, Rick left his massage room and returned to the dance area.

A couple of drunk women were still dancing but Usha had turned down the music and was busy with her phone. Kat, her face swollen and held together by butterfly bandages, glared at him. "What the hell did you do to that girl?"

"I didn't fuck her."

"Why the hell not? Hell, I'd fuck her if she asked."

"Because she's screwed up and I didn't want to contribute to that mess."

"You telling me you have a conscience."

"I guess I've found one. Maybe a side-effect of the drugs I'm doing."

"Okay, well what the hell. Usha has used all the Lyft and Uber drivers in the area and we've still got these drunks. How about you take them home?"

"Yeah, sure."

Kat made a cutting sign to Usha who turned off the music. "Okay ladies. You're too drunk to drive so Rick here, our massage expert, will be driving you home. You've got to promise to keep your hands to yourself, though. You want a piece of Rick, join the gym and you'll get a discount on his magic hands." Kat licked her lips which might have been sexy if those lips hadn't been bruised and battered. "Believe me, he does have magic hands."

Rick forced a smile. "Come on, ladies. Where are we going?"

"We're going all the way," one of the women, an older but still attractive blonde with the usual augmented boob accessories said. She gave Rick an appraising up-and-down, her gaze lingering on his crotch. "The only question is whether you can keep up."

"No monkey business," Kat said. "I need Rick back in an hour."

The other woman, an Asian who might have been anything from twenty-nine to sixty-nine, took her friend by one arm and Rick by the other. "I live in Bent Tree and she lives in Highland Park. Thanks for the ride, Rick."