Seriously—I’m fine. Just don’t screw this up for me.”
“Don’t screw what up?” he asked exasperatedly.
“I just—I think I might be falling in love with him,” she whispered.
Eric shook his head. “You are one messed-up girl. I’m lucky you left me when you did.” He walked past her and opened the door. “Seriously, Georgia—come by the station if you need help. We could get that thing off you if you need us to.”
Georgia looked up in surprise. Since when was Eric nice? “Th-thanks. But I’m fine.”
He left, closing the door behind him, leaving Georgia sitting there, trembling. Why had she said that—was it even true? Could she really be falling for Jonathan so quickly?
Chapter Five
“Gentlemen,” Vincent purred into the microphone from the GC stage, “for your viewing pleasure—I present Casey and Sweet Georgia!”
Georgia laughed at the intro and came onstage holding Casey’s hand, swinging it slightly as the stage fright kicked in—just a bit of butterflies she had unsuccessfully tried to drown in scotch moments earlier. Thank god the spotlight on them was bright enough Georgia couldn’t see into the audience. She could hear the men though, the ice clinking in their glasses.
Was Jonathan out there? Watching her?
The thought made her wet.
Tossing her hair, she laughed as Casey lifted their hands up high between them in a victory pose as they hit their mark—a little x of duct tape on the stage where the light was perfect. What was going to happen? She had been offered two hundred plus tips to perform with Casey, doing some girl-on-girl action for the men. But the details were a little hazy.
Vincent nodded to Casey, who leaned in and whispered in Georgia’s ear. “I’m going to undress you, okay?”
Georgia nodded, feeling slightly buzzed from the scotch. Definitely not drunk. Mary Ann had warned her not to get so hammered that she’d regret anything she did at the club. Good advice from a woman who was starting to have almost a maternal influence in her life.
Casey let go of Georgia’s hand long enough to slowly unbutton Georgia’s sheer, flimsy blouse, letting it fall to the stage floor. A few men cat-called and she felt her face flush. Let ’ em watch. It turned her on.
Georgia stepped toward Casey and kissed her deep on the mouth, loving the taste of her friend’s strawberry lip-gloss. Kissing a girl was so…different from kissing a man. No stubble, for one. Softer lips, for another. And while in Jonathan’s arms she felt entirely submissive and feminine, in Casey’s she enjoyed feeling the other girl’s femininity surround her. Her hair smelled amazing, like citrus shampoo.
Pulling her bra straps off her shoulders one by one, Georgia waited until the hollering in the audience had calmed before unhooking the bra completely, causing the men to start up all over again as her breasts were bared. Smiling, Casey dipped her head and pulled one of Georgia’s rouged nipples into her mouth, sucking daintily.
Rouged nipples. That was another trick Mary Ann had taught her—a little red lipstick on the mouth, a smudge on her areolas. The men loved it. Georgia gasped as Casey flicked her tongue around and around her sensitive tip.
Casey reached behind her and unzipped the back of Georgia’s miniskirt, letting it fall around her ankles, leaving her body bare except for the chastity belt. Casey sank to her knees dramatically and looked out into the audience.
As if on cue, Vincent handed her the mic.
“Oh no,” Casey cried into the microphone, playing it up for the men. “My Sweet Georgia, you’re all locked up!”
Georgia laughed and shrugged, like, what can I do?
“Mr. Syler,” Casey said, “won’t you please come unlock my friend so we can play?”
The audience clapped as Jonathan stood. Georgia couldn’t see him past the spotlight, but she imagined him setting his drink down and wiping the condensation from the glass on a napkin before taking off his
“Don’t screw what up?” he asked exasperatedly.
“I just—I think I might be falling in love with him,” she whispered.
Eric shook his head. “You are one messed-up girl. I’m lucky you left me when you did.” He walked past her and opened the door. “Seriously, Georgia—come by the station if you need help. We could get that thing off you if you need us to.”
Georgia looked up in surprise. Since when was Eric nice? “Th-thanks. But I’m fine.”
He left, closing the door behind him, leaving Georgia sitting there, trembling. Why had she said that—was it even true? Could she really be falling for Jonathan so quickly?
Chapter Five
“Gentlemen,” Vincent purred into the microphone from the GC stage, “for your viewing pleasure—I present Casey and Sweet Georgia!”
Georgia laughed at the intro and came onstage holding Casey’s hand, swinging it slightly as the stage fright kicked in—just a bit of butterflies she had unsuccessfully tried to drown in scotch moments earlier. Thank god the spotlight on them was bright enough Georgia couldn’t see into the audience. She could hear the men though, the ice clinking in their glasses.
Was Jonathan out there? Watching her?
The thought made her wet.
Tossing her hair, she laughed as Casey lifted their hands up high between them in a victory pose as they hit their mark—a little x of duct tape on the stage where the light was perfect. What was going to happen? She had been offered two hundred plus tips to perform with Casey, doing some girl-on-girl action for the men. But the details were a little hazy.
Vincent nodded to Casey, who leaned in and whispered in Georgia’s ear. “I’m going to undress you, okay?”
Georgia nodded, feeling slightly buzzed from the scotch. Definitely not drunk. Mary Ann had warned her not to get so hammered that she’d regret anything she did at the club. Good advice from a woman who was starting to have almost a maternal influence in her life.
Casey let go of Georgia’s hand long enough to slowly unbutton Georgia’s sheer, flimsy blouse, letting it fall to the stage floor. A few men cat-called and she felt her face flush. Let ’ em watch. It turned her on.
Georgia stepped toward Casey and kissed her deep on the mouth, loving the taste of her friend’s strawberry lip-gloss. Kissing a girl was so…different from kissing a man. No stubble, for one. Softer lips, for another. And while in Jonathan’s arms she felt entirely submissive and feminine, in Casey’s she enjoyed feeling the other girl’s femininity surround her. Her hair smelled amazing, like citrus shampoo.
Pulling her bra straps off her shoulders one by one, Georgia waited until the hollering in the audience had calmed before unhooking the bra completely, causing the men to start up all over again as her breasts were bared. Smiling, Casey dipped her head and pulled one of Georgia’s rouged nipples into her mouth, sucking daintily.
Rouged nipples. That was another trick Mary Ann had taught her—a little red lipstick on the mouth, a smudge on her areolas. The men loved it. Georgia gasped as Casey flicked her tongue around and around her sensitive tip.
Casey reached behind her and unzipped the back of Georgia’s miniskirt, letting it fall around her ankles, leaving her body bare except for the chastity belt. Casey sank to her knees dramatically and looked out into the audience.
As if on cue, Vincent handed her the mic.
“Oh no,” Casey cried into the microphone, playing it up for the men. “My Sweet Georgia, you’re all locked up!”
Georgia laughed and shrugged, like, what can I do?
“Mr. Syler,” Casey said, “won’t you please come unlock my friend so we can play?”
The audience clapped as Jonathan stood. Georgia couldn’t see him past the spotlight, but she imagined him setting his drink down and wiping the condensation from the glass on a napkin before taking off his
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