a face.”
Sara had to admit
the truth of that; Erica had an uncanny knack for recognizing people
she’d met only once, and putting names to faces. They’d
always joked she’d be the perfect witness to a crime.
“Erica…there’s
no way she’s still in town. I checked all the hostels, the
missing persons websites…” Sara trailed off,
embarrassed.
“Sorry, you
did what? You’ve been looking for this chick?”
“Ugh, okay,
try not to yell at me…I don’t know, I was curious. I
couldn’t get in touch with Jack, I kept thinking about how sad
he looked when he was talking about her. They grew up, like, five
miles from here. So I guess I started making a few inquiries.”
“What, you
thought you’d find his sister, Jack would take you back and
you’d all live happily ever after in a mansion somewhere?
Sorry, that sounded meaner out loud than in my head, it’s
just…that’s a pretty strange way to get over somebody.”
“I know. I
know it was dumb, I gave the whole thing up a couple of weeks back. I
suppose I thought , if he could just get her back, then he might not
be so screwed up about life. Maybe he’d be ready to give us a
shot. Besides, she was just a kid when she disappeared, god knows
where she ended up. She might need help.”
“Well I know
exactly where she ended up, and she could probably do with a ticket
out of there. She’s waiting tables at the Pussy Parlor.”
“That gross
old strip joint out at 47th? I thought they closed that place down?”
“Nah, some
new guy bought the place, jazzed it up. It’s actually pretty
swanky inside now…for one of those bars, anyway.”
“You’re
sure that’s the right girl? Those places are dark.”
“She served
us for like, three hours. She’s a little older now, I guess,
but…man, I’m so sure that’s her.”
“Erica, what
the hell were you even doing at a strip club?”
The normally
unflappable Erica blushed. “Um…well, Matt really wanted
to try it. Said his buddy takes his girlfriend all the time and it
really, you know, spices things up. I thought it sounded like fun. “
“And was it?”
“Hell yeah. I
was worried, thought it might be gross or full of really creepy guys
bothering the girls. But it’s all young guys in suits, big
groups of girls and couples. And the girls were awesome. The things
they can do with a pole…I mean, seriously, they must have
incredible thigh muscles. It was actually really hot.”
“I’ve
always wondered what that might be like.”
“Me too!
Until last week I mean. Man, this one chick, Destiny…she came
to our table for a private dance. She’s flirting with Matt,
grinding on him a bit, getting him all hot under the collar. Then
she comes over and straddles me. She’s wearing this tiny little
g-string, completely topless, and her breasts were just insane…if
those were fake, then I want to get myself a pair, you know. She’s
wiggling her ass and cupping her boobs in my face, and then she leans
over and whispers in my ear, “You can touch if you want. Those
rules are just for the boys.”
“Holy shit!
Did you?”
“Of course I
did. She was smokin’ hot…she grabbed my hands and put
them on her breasts, Matt’s eyes were practically popping out
of his head. She was all oiled up, I don’t know what they use
but it smells incredible. She was guiding my hands all over her, and
her skin was so soft, but she had such a tight body…man, it’s
getting me wet just thinking about it.”
“Erica!”
‘What? I get
horny when Matt’s away. I have needs. No offense, but you must
be feeling pretty needy yourself by now.”
Sara felt her
cheeks flame, but she nodded. It had only been three months, but it
felt like forever since she’d been touched. She had started
having increasingly erotic dreams, waking in the middle of the night
panting , her panties soaked with her own juices.
“Maybe we
should just go lesbian,” Erica giggled, “who needs men
anyway? Not when we have our
Sara had to admit
the truth of that; Erica had an uncanny knack for recognizing people
she’d met only once, and putting names to faces. They’d
always joked she’d be the perfect witness to a crime.
“Erica…there’s
no way she’s still in town. I checked all the hostels, the
missing persons websites…” Sara trailed off,
embarrassed.
“Sorry, you
did what? You’ve been looking for this chick?”
“Ugh, okay,
try not to yell at me…I don’t know, I was curious. I
couldn’t get in touch with Jack, I kept thinking about how sad
he looked when he was talking about her. They grew up, like, five
miles from here. So I guess I started making a few inquiries.”
“What, you
thought you’d find his sister, Jack would take you back and
you’d all live happily ever after in a mansion somewhere?
Sorry, that sounded meaner out loud than in my head, it’s
just…that’s a pretty strange way to get over somebody.”
“I know. I
know it was dumb, I gave the whole thing up a couple of weeks back. I
suppose I thought , if he could just get her back, then he might not
be so screwed up about life. Maybe he’d be ready to give us a
shot. Besides, she was just a kid when she disappeared, god knows
where she ended up. She might need help.”
“Well I know
exactly where she ended up, and she could probably do with a ticket
out of there. She’s waiting tables at the Pussy Parlor.”
“That gross
old strip joint out at 47th? I thought they closed that place down?”
“Nah, some
new guy bought the place, jazzed it up. It’s actually pretty
swanky inside now…for one of those bars, anyway.”
“You’re
sure that’s the right girl? Those places are dark.”
“She served
us for like, three hours. She’s a little older now, I guess,
but…man, I’m so sure that’s her.”
“Erica, what
the hell were you even doing at a strip club?”
The normally
unflappable Erica blushed. “Um…well, Matt really wanted
to try it. Said his buddy takes his girlfriend all the time and it
really, you know, spices things up. I thought it sounded like fun. “
“And was it?”
“Hell yeah. I
was worried, thought it might be gross or full of really creepy guys
bothering the girls. But it’s all young guys in suits, big
groups of girls and couples. And the girls were awesome. The things
they can do with a pole…I mean, seriously, they must have
incredible thigh muscles. It was actually really hot.”
“I’ve
always wondered what that might be like.”
“Me too!
Until last week I mean. Man, this one chick, Destiny…she came
to our table for a private dance. She’s flirting with Matt,
grinding on him a bit, getting him all hot under the collar. Then
she comes over and straddles me. She’s wearing this tiny little
g-string, completely topless, and her breasts were just insane…if
those were fake, then I want to get myself a pair, you know. She’s
wiggling her ass and cupping her boobs in my face, and then she leans
over and whispers in my ear, “You can touch if you want. Those
rules are just for the boys.”
“Holy shit!
Did you?”
“Of course I
did. She was smokin’ hot…she grabbed my hands and put
them on her breasts, Matt’s eyes were practically popping out
of his head. She was all oiled up, I don’t know what they use
but it smells incredible. She was guiding my hands all over her, and
her skin was so soft, but she had such a tight body…man, it’s
getting me wet just thinking about it.”
“Erica!”
‘What? I get
horny when Matt’s away. I have needs. No offense, but you must
be feeling pretty needy yourself by now.”
Sara felt her
cheeks flame, but she nodded. It had only been three months, but it
felt like forever since she’d been touched. She had started
having increasingly erotic dreams, waking in the middle of the night
panting , her panties soaked with her own juices.
“Maybe we
should just go lesbian,” Erica giggled, “who needs men
anyway? Not when we have our
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