Keep you safe.

Derrick and I stay up talking and going over the timeline of each photo and when it happened. I tell him stories about clients, and he gasps at some of my stories. I, of course, tell him no names but the look on his face is priceless with each client story.

“So, he really just likes hot wax, straight from the candle poured into his body?” His eyes are wide, and he stares at me in disbelief, and I nod, “That is insane. That takes a little pleasure with pain to a whole new level.” He shudders.

I laugh and shake my head, “One time, the wax burnt him so bad that when I stepped on it and broke it, my heel dug into his back, causing a bleed.”

Derrick gasps, “What did you do?”

I smirk and shrug, “I grabbed a washcloth from the hotel bathroom, and when his wife showed up, she took care of it, but he told me to continue cracking the rest of the wax, so that’s what I did.”

Derrick stares at me, “Your company made you and all of them sign non-liability forms, right? I signed one with Danni, but