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.
