Chastity Belt by Shoshanna Evers Page A

I’m so sore, that’s why I need you to cover for me tonight.”
    “Cover for you? Tonight? Wait, why are you sore?” If it was so awful, why was Casey laughing?
    “Imagine straddling a bar in such a way that all your weight falls on your pussy and you can only reposition yourself a little bit each time you go up on your tippy toes and come back down on your pussy again. Up and down, up and down, that’s the ride. It starts getting pretty painful, so the longer I stay on the more money I make.”
    Georgia laughed. “You got paid just to sit there for an hour?”
    “Hey, it wasn’t like I didn’t earn it. Just try it yourself, you’ll see.”
    “Gladly. I could use some easy money,” Georgia said.
    “Tonight you won’t have to do anything that difficult. They don’t usually put on the same show two nights in a row. I’m just so sore I really need a night off. So will you really do it? You’ll cover for me?”
    “Absolutely.” Georgia smiled at her friend. Things were looking up.
    * * * * *
     
    Georgia tugged at the short black leather skirt she had borrowed from Casey’s closet and went up to the large man standing outside the very ordinary-looking storefront. Must be the bouncer. But this place didn’t look like any of the clubs she’d ever been to. It seemed so…sedate. After the bouncer looked her up and down, he wordlessly opened the large door and stepped aside. No loud pulsating music blasted out of the club. There was some music, but it was soft, like the ambient stuff they played in elevators in fancy hotels. She walked into a lounge-type area where a bunch of men in expensive suits were sitting around on couches and recliners. Some were smoking cigars. She walked past them, past the bar and the bartender to the back room, just like Casey told her to do. She knocked.
    The door swung open and an attractive woman in her forties smiled and gestured for her to come into the office. It looked like Georgia always imagined a hotshot lawyer’s office would look. Leather chairs, lots of mahogany, that sort of thing.
    “I’m Mary Ann,” the woman said as she shook Georgia’s hand. “You must be Casey’s friend.”
    “Yes ma’am,” Georgia said. “Nice to meet you.”
    Mary Ann sat down in one of the big leather chairs and said, “Casey said you’ve never worked at an establishment like GC.”
    “GC?”
    “Gentlemen’s Club, of course,” Mary Ann said. “We call it GC.”
    “Oh.” Georgia smiled nervously. “I may not have experience, but I’m a very hard worker, ma’am.”
    “You don’t need to call me ma’am. Mary Ann will do just fine. Tonight we have a very simple, interactive performance for our clients. I’ll be very straight with you and if you’re not interested, now’s the time to let me know.”
    “Okay. Mary Ann.”
    “All you have to do is lie on a platform with your legs tied open and let our clients perform cunnilingus on you.”
    “Cunnilingus?”
    “Oral sex.”
    “Oh, you mean they’re going to eat me out?” Georgia raised her eyebrows. That didn’t seem like a performance really. “What’s the performance part of it?”
    “That’s it. The other clients like to watch a pretty young woman being pleasured. It’s all very sanitary, if that’s what you’re worried about. We keep a roll of plastic wrap next to you and each gentleman is required to use a fresh piece and keep that barrier between you and his mouth.”
    Plastic wrap instead of nice, warm tongue? “Eww.” Georgia winced when she realized she’d said that aloud.
    Mary Ann laughed. “You won’t even feel that it’s there. We pay you one hundred dollars for an hour of this, and whatever tips you earn on top of that are yours to keep. You can expect each gentleman to tip between ten and twenty dollars after he’s had his turn with you. Of course they are not required to tip anyone but they are, after all, gentlemen.”
    “So I gather.” Georgia smiled. “I’m in.”
    Mary Ann