Honey Suckle and Delilah stood in Victoria’s Secret dressing
rooms trying on new panties.
“What do you think of these black lace ones?” Delilah asked
Honey as she twirled in the mirror and glanced over her shoulder at her ass.
“Cute. What happened to your last set just like those?”
Delilah picked up the matching bra and stripped from the one
she was wearing. “Ripped off by the Mr. Muscles-Want-To-Be.”
Honey laughed. They all knew the business suit. They usually
called the regulars by their nicknames in the Hive. “Let me guess. He can bench
press thirty pounds no?”
Delilah adjusted her girls in the bra cups. “Something like
that. It’s not like their made of bulled proof material.”
“Exactly.”
Delilah spun in the mirror and nodded to herself. It would
do.
“You know I think Iris just bought a set like this in red,”
Honey added as she started to pull back on her own clothes.
Delilah frowned. “Did you talk much to Iris this morning?”
“No. Did you?”
“Not really. She seems…. Distant lately,” Delilah was
worried about her friend. Iris had her had quickly bonded when Delilah had
joined the Hive almost a year ago.
“I think Amelia’s birthday is coming up in a few weeks. Time’s
like this she gets emotional and seems farther away. Mentally. Emotionally.”
“It’s understandable. Her daughter is going to be three isn’t
it? Just a toddler. It must be hard being without her. Her mother doesn’t let
her see her a lot does she?”
“If your daughter was addicted to drugs and running her life
into the ground, selling her body for cash, would you want her around your
granddaughter?”
Delilah pulled her skinny jeans on and buttoned the snap. “I
wish that my grandmother had been like that.”
“You never talk about your family much. Your folks into
drugs?”
Delilah adjusted her blouse. “Mom was. I was a high school
whoops. My father was of money to, embarrassed to even take a DNA test to see
if I was his or not. Didn’t want to disappoint his perfect mother. Mother put
half her wage as a cashier at Wal-Mart up her nose and in her veins.”
“She still alive?”
“Over dosed going on four years ago. I was eighteen.”
“I forget you’re just a baby,” Honey kissed her cheek. “We
all come from the school of hard knocks. But we make do with what we have.
Flower’s she ain’t like other business managers. She cares about us and puts us
up somewhere safe and secure. It might be whoring but it’s whoring at the best.”
