Chapter One has the background to these characters white Chapter Two is more 'action' heavy.
Reading
either or both will improve your experience reading this one.
Many of the characters also appear in my 'Jessica' story so gluttons for punishment should read that one too.
Hope you all enjoy it.
Finding a Job (or perhaps Two)
The letter came as a considerable surprise to Georgia. An approach from 'a leading non-profit' to administer one of their new-build schools in the Capital. Frankly, new public facilities in those particular areas of the city were as rare as hens' teeth but somehow the Foundation had secured the funding, both capital and revenue. Georgia's initial researches had told her that much but very little more. The Foundation was apparently named after someone called Taylor but there seemed very little information on line about either him or his organisation.
She knew she could not give up her current job on such flimsy data. However, the offer had many attractions. Working to give a good education to children who desperately needed one. That was one thing but, of course, there was also the fact that she would be moving closer to the city, increasingly the focus of her activities as part of 'the game'. At the moment she already seemed to spend half her time on the freeway and her trips North would have to increase in frequency if she was to repay her Master's investment in her. The only problem was Charli - the last thing she wanted was for her daughter to think that she was trying to cramp her style and interfere in her life. She would have to be careful there.
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As if to prove a point that Thursday afternoon saw Georgia back on the freeway headed to a hastily-arrangement appointment with another potential employer. This time there was no possibility of meeting Hoss, the owner of the Franklin Mint, on public territory. This time it was a question of knocking on his office door and waiting to be admitted.
Hoss was a man in his late forties - a big dark-skinned man with an air of authority about him. Running a club like his was not a job for the faint-hearted. "Georgia," he said, drawing out the syllables of her name in a show of satisfaction, "I thought we weren't going to see you again. What's changed - perhaps you found you were missing us?" His eyes crinkled and he gave a little laugh at the idea.
"I find that I'm ... I'm in need of some money."
Hoss shook his head sorrowfully. "The same is true of so many of my girls. I have to ask - is it a chemical issue? If there's a problem there we might be able to work around it but I will need to know."
"Nothing like that. I just have a debt to pay."
"I was happy to offer you work but you turned it down. Now you are the one coming to me asking for a slot so the situation is altered a little. I don't have time to finesse no bougie poon, you understand? Having thought it over I don't need just dancers - I need girls ready and happy to participate in all aspects of the business."
Georgia guessed he wasn't talking about doing a bit of cleaning. He meant the private rooms. Well, she'd understood that was part of the deal. "I'm happy to do that."
"The Champagne lounge and the private rooms?" Her nod in response drew a genuine smile to his face. "Well, well, well, It seems that it IS my lucky day. I think we could make some real green together so long as your performance is up to your potential. Show me again how you dance". He reached across to a button and pressed it - activating a speaker that duplicated the music then playing in the club proper. That done he leaned back in his chair and slightly raised his eyebrows.
Georgia took the cue. She once again imagined that she was in her own little office and dancing for her Master. Trying to please him and to show herself off to the best. Trying to persuade him that she was worthy of joining his stable. Suddenly, with a start, she realised that was exactly what she was doing. She was trying to become one of Hoss' girls and she wasn't insulated from this powerful Black man by a monitor screen. He was right there in front of her. She felt her pulse start to race and quickly removed what remained of her outer clothing. Soon she stood in front of him in just her bra and panties feeling his experienced eye assessing every inch of her.
"First thing, you were dancing like you was somewhere else. Noticed that last time you were here. Lot of dancers make that mistake. Don't matter how fly or tight you is you won't make it rain unless you can establish a connection with your crowd. When your eyes meet theirs each and every one of those men have to believe that you have a special chemistry just with them. That whatever else happens tonight you are desperate for him to take you back for a Private Session. That but for all the rules and your strict bastard of a boss," he gave a little smile, "you'd quit here to be his exclusive shorty. You catching what I'm laying down?"
Frankly, Georgia was struggling a bit - what on earth was a 'shorty' for instance? Not a reference to her height?
When she asked Hoss gufffawed. "A shorty is a man's girl on the side, his breezy." He noticed Georgia was struggling again. "A breezy is a girl who knows what a man likes and is REAL happy to provide it. Talking of which - put your clothes back on and give me another dance."
This time Georgia gave all her attention to her one-man audience. She kept her eyes locked on his and made sure that he would feel that every movement was calculated for his pleasure.
This time Hoss gave a little round of applause. "I should be charging for this schooling I'm giving you but what can I say I've always been overly generous."
Georgia gave him a smile back though, as she recalled, 'generous' wasn't the word the other girls had applied to Hoss on her last visit.
The big man heaved himself out of his chair and came close to Georgia. He took her hand in his and then gently had her rotate her arm while he examined her skin carefully. Then he did the same for the other arm and also checked her legs. "Sorry about that. One thing about addicts is they is always frontin, can't tell the straight truth after a while. So I like to check and know what I'm dealing with from the start. Yes and I should remind you that we are a fully-nude club."
Georgia took the hint and soon her underwear had joined her outer garments on the floor.
"The dancing is up to scratch but what about the Champagne Lounge. If you working the men in there how you gonna be able to operate?" Hoss sat down again. "Come show me how you can lap-dance baby. Show me how you gonna go hard for that green."
Georgia did her best to move over to him seductively. She again made eye contact and put a big smile on her face. She leaned over until his face was perhaps an inch from her bare breasts and then started back.
"Oh no - this is the Champagne Lounge of the Franklin Mint. They ain't rail-birds, these have paid to be up close and personal with my best girls. So bear that in mind and start again."
This time she didn't hesitate and held her breasts up for his inspection before gently rubbing them on his face and body. A large Black hand grasped her right breast and squeezed it his palm rubbing on her nipple. "Border line on the titties - my patrons are VERY into a nice pair of titties and a big old booty on a girl. Jewel, my other white girl , she got real nice titties but she like you in that I gotta make allowances in the rear-end department. Can't expect you to compete with the sistas but you pretty bangin back there for a cracka."
He gave a gesture with his finger and Georgia turned to let him examine that particular asset. "Work it," Hoss growled and she stuck her butt out as far as she could go and began to waggle it.
She jumped a little as a hand caught her thigh and then a big finger ran its way up and down her bare pussy lips. "Did I feel you flinch? You a damn sexy bitch so why wouldn't a man want to touch and explore. Ain't that what you here for? Now stick that booty out."
Georgia obeyed and was 'rewarded' with a smart smack on the behind. She held her position and soon felt another smack from his hand, not overly hard but hard enough. She still held her position and was rewarded by his chuckle. "Thass more like it. Any man's gonna want to slap that ass and with you white girls you get to see those sweet cheeks blush." He ran his hand over her butt in a smoothing motion. "Time you showed me what you can do in a lap dance."
Georgia turned and advanced on him as he sat in his chair. She straddled his lap and lowered herself onto his crotch then moved herself over him in a series of deliberate movements. Then she pushed herself up his body to offer her tits to him. He obliged by taking a nipple in his mouth and working at it with his tongue. "Hmmmnnn," moaned Georgia. She liked the way he was working and it gave her an idea. She eased herself off Hoss and then used her agility to kick one leg up above his head. Carefully she lowered herself until her pink glistening pussy was left tantalisingly just above his mouth. He moved forward and she eased back. They returned to their original position and when Hoss tried again Georgia eased away again. The third time she took his hand and placed it onto her butt. He took a hold and then moved his mouth forward. This time she stayed in place and his skilled tongue worked on her pussy until she felt she couldn't hold the position any more.
