Chapter Six
Joe and Jenny woke up past noon the next day, Joe quipping, "Welcome to night work. If I go to after-hours clubs, staying long enough for sunrise by the time I get home, I used to sleep close to having to rush to work like it was early morning rather than evening."
"I'm not going to get much sleep," Jenny realized.
"If you work weekends and Sundays, it will probably just be a couple nights," Joe told her.
"They got me working Thursday through Sunday next week."
"Just four nights too?"
"All they had, but that's fine. In fact I hope it stays that way."
"Me too, though service work can be flexible with time."
They showered and dressed and headed out. After stopping for falafels for breakfast, they headed to Trash and Vaudeville for Jenny to buy more black jeans, paying this time, then headed back to do some laundry. By the time they were done they headed to work, Joe wearing one of his older t shirts and Jenny wearing another shirt which Gene had given her.
"Is that...?" Jenny asked, seeing a pale man with white hair waving for a cab in front of Max's.
"Warhol," Joe told her. "His Factory is just on the other side of Union Square Park."
"Cool."
They had their free meal in the backroom, otherwise closed for the slower night, Jenny having a cheeseburger and Joe a cheese omelet. The free meals were limited. Jenny headed up with Candy, arriving just in time to steal some fries from their plates. Candy looked much better.
The restaurant ending up having a couple of rushes, before the first show and between sets, and the transvestites were prevalent. Not a lot had food, but enough for Joe to take a couple tables as a waiter. Being rushes he was able to stack the dishes aside in the dishwashing room to deal with when things slowed. With the show upstairs ending at closing, he had plenty of time to catch up and not have to worry about another rush, and in fact it was pretty slow, fairly typical of a Sunday, for the last hour or so.
When Jenny came down for her drink, not having one upstairs, both again enjoying the strong gimlet, Joe asked, "How was the band?"
"Like the Dolls actually, except not nearly as good, and more convincing in their female garb and makeup."
Joe chuckled.
"And half the show," Jenny continued, "they stopped playing rock and it was more like disco with the diva singer singing falsetto. The transvestites seemed to enjoy that more."
"Did you?"
"Not really. I suppose it was more danceable or something, but rock makes me feel like dancing more."
"Me too," Joe smiled.
"Speaking of dancing..."
"We should go," Joe agreed.
Joe had talked to Carol before they left for work and she'd insisted they come by whenever they were done. Because of it, Jenny had stuffed her backpack with a change of clothes for both of them, hers being tights and warm up clothing to wear over them.
They managed to wave down a cab on Park Avenue to drive them to Carol's apartment. Carol greeted them in a robe and nothing else, and after getting a hug and kiss, demanded Joe take a shower.
"I think I'll join him," said Jenny.
"Don't take too long," Carol frowned, but only for effect.
"I'll just get him ready for you," Jenny giggled.
They didn't linger in the shower, but it had its effect on Joe's cock, which Jenny grabbed once they dried and pulled him into the bedroom.
Carol lay spread out waiting for them, still masturbating. "Just fuck me Joe," she insisted.
"Mind if I sit on your face?" Jenny asked brashly.
"In a bit, okay?"
"Okay," Jenny muttered.
Joe, already rolling on a condom, headed mouth first to Carol's pussy.
"Just...Oh fuck!" Carol moaned.
Joe went all out, sucking and licking and adding fingers fucking her while Jenny worked mouth and fingers on Carol's tits, and just as Carol arched, nearing cumming, Joe slid up and Jenny aimed him and he pushed deep. "Oh fuck!" Carol approved.
Within a few strokes she was cumming, Joe gazing down on her with a smirky albeit pleasure filled grin, looking over Jenny's head still, her mouth still manipulating a nipple.
Joe kept fucking Carol, in fact amping up the strokes, and after he kissed her, Jenny climbed on and lowered her pussy for Carol to suck.
Another orgasm distracted Carol, and Joe soon reached his own, whereupon he collapsed beside her on his back. Jenny removed the condom and began sucking and once she got him hard again, shifted over to Carol, her head between Carol's thighs. Joe kneeled behind Jenny, practically at the end of the bed, and having grabbed a condom, rolled it on and fucked her.
At first grabbing Jenny's hips, Joe lowered his torso and had a hand plucking at nipples and the other rasping Jenny's clit, often switching hands and dampening fingers each time with his mouth. He soon had Jenny lifting her mouth off Carol exclaiming her orgasm, but she returned to the oral attention when Joe kept fucking her.
Carol ended up cumming next and actually slid from the attention and after recovering, taking over for Joe's digital efforts on Jenny's nipples and clit, allowing Joe once more to take Jenny's hips in hand and fuck her hard until they both ended up cumming close together. The threesome soon slipped into sleep.
Joe was awakened too early by wetness on his cock, a damp cloth which Carol tossed aside and replaced with her mouth. A condom soon replaced that, and Carol began riding Joe, shifting angles until she seemed to find the right one and riding him harder in that low position. Joe worked her nipples with mouth and fingers while Carol rubbed herself, almost desperate to cum and finally succeeding, and when she moved off him, it left him still hard while she rushed off to the bathroom, proclaiming, "Time to get up!"
"What the fuck," a tired Jenny murmured.
Joe glanced at the clock. "She's right."
"I'm going to go shower with the bitch," Jenny smirked.
"I'll see what breakfast she might have," Joe volunteered.
While he prepared the coffee, having to find the filter, Jenny came to him.
"Just a second," Joe said, grabbing orange juice from the fridge and pouring them a cup which they drank and only then kissed.
"She told me to wait until I hear the shower," Jenny informed him.
"I hope it's soon, because I got to piss," Joe told her.
"Piss in the sink," Jenny suggested.
"Fuck it," Joe agreed and after taking a couple plates and utensils out, turned on the water, both hot and cold, and pissed, letting the water take the urine and adding soap, also to his hands which he washed before returning the dirty dishes to the sink.
"That was weirdly cool," Jenny decided.
"Don't tell her," Joe chuckled.
"I won't," Jenny giggled.
She smacked his naked ass when he bent over to grab eggs and bacon. Though tempted, she didn't when he bent again, finding a green pepper and half an onion. "Perfect," he decided, and once he pulled out butter in a closed tray and half and half in a small container closed the door. He found three mugs and poured the coffee, letting Jenny fix up hers to her liking and adding cream and sugar to his, taking the spoon Jenny had used to stir it.
"My cue," Jenny grinned hearing the shower and hopped off to the bathroom. Joe washed and sliced and had the butter melted before putting the vegetables into it. He put the bacon in another skillet and grabbed a frilly pink apron hanging nearby to protect his sensitive bits.
By the time the two emerged from the bathroom looking sexy as hell in the slight sheen of their damp bodies, Joe told them, "Just pour the egg mix into the veggies and pop in some toast. The bacon's basically done."
Both women giggled at his outfit which he removed and headed to the bathroom for his shower.
Once done, and using mouthwash to cleanse his mouth and borrowing Carol's supposedly feminine deodorant in his armpits, he found the ladies in robes and panties, Jenny's obviously borrowed and very long on her. He was about to put something on as well when Carol suggested. "Grab a dry towel and sit and eat."
"Yes ma'am," Joe smirked.
Everyone enjoyed the meal, but didn't linger on it long, needing to go. Before they dressed, Carol had Jenny try on the Cocktail Party outfit, and though a bit tight at the breasts declared it fine.
At the studio, after stretches, the company, though it must have been old business to them, had no complaints about going through the Cocktail Party once again, slowly, so that Jenny could learn the moves. Meanwhile, one by one, Joe interviewed each of the dancers about their childhood and the separation from their family. This time Joe made notes, something he had to do after the fact before. Any question about Jenny's acceptance, and the company having to rehash things for her, became assured by Gio when Joe interviewed him.
"Jenny is well liked Joe, especially compared to Sam who could be a gloomy Gus while Jenny is a bit of sparkle and light, like a meadow rather than a swamp."
"Glad to hear," Joe grinned.
"Just hope Carol doesn't tear her down too much," Gio said quietly.
"Jenny's as resilient as anyone I've met," Joe told him.
"You two...?"
"It's early going, but we're fond of each other."
"That's good," Gio responded though not convincingly.
"Carol?"
Gio nodded.
Joe did too and began the interview, finding out both Gio's childhood and especially his leaving, coming out of the closet at the same time, had been hard. Like Jenny he seemed to come out of it okay, but Joe sensed an anger there and thought with the piece he and Carol were working on might just channel some of that.
The troupe took a lunch break at 1 for forty-five minutes, so Joe brought Jenny to his bank for her to start a checking account, depositing over half of her cash. She used Joe's address for hers since where else could she put and Joe was fine with that. They gave her blank checks and promised to send her a book of checks once they'd been printed.
The troupe went through what had been covered earlier during the second part of the day, and worked through some more choreography after. Joe continued his interviews.
Dismissing the dancers at 4pm, Joe and Jenny remained with Carol.
