Chapter 6, In which Jenny gets her job
I knew how to get back and forth to the airport, my hotel, my clients, and a sampling of restaurants. I'd never even gotten my ears pierced, much less thought of doing anything more radical. Of
course
I called Jenny.
She'd sounded a bit scandalized on the phone, but she was up for anything I wanted to do -- the magic my girlfriend, Stacey, had showed me seemed to work that way. We'd had a lot of fun together, but I couldn't forget that I'd gotten Jenny fired the previous night.
Now I had a chance to make things right. I smiled at Jenny, taking in the sight of her long legs disappearing into her short cutoffs. The curves of her breasts beneath her thin top looked pretty good, too. This time, she was riding shotgun as I drove us up the road toward the Bad Hoss.
I watched her enviously as we climbed out of the car into the baking Texan heat of the strip club's parking lot. I didn't have any casual clothes except for the miniskirt and vest that were both a little
too
casual and a little too soiled. My black pencil skirt seemed to suck heat into it, and I felt sweat trickling down my skin beneath the blouse.
We looked at each other uncertainly before heading for the entrance. Jenny was positive some of the girls would be able to recommend somebody that could do my piercing, and I was equally sure I could convince the manager to reinstate her as a waitress. Both of us hoped the other was right.
The Bad Hoss was dark and cool and noisy. The lunch crowd was less boisterous than the evening patrons, but the sound system more than made up for them. I could feel the bass in my feet as a rider cavorted atop the mechanical horse, never quite losing her hat as she stretched from one revealing position to another.
"Good afternoon, Ma'am," the hostess greeted us, clearly unsure of what to make of the mismatched women in front of her. Her professional smile faded when she recognized Jenny. "Hey, Jenny, I heard about what happened last night. That really sucks."
"Thanks, Gayle," Jenny answered, hanging back a little bit.
I was never going to make my afternoon meeting at this pace. "I'm here to talk to the manager about it," I announced, grabbing Jenny's hand and hauling her forward to stand beside me. "Is he here?"
Gayle's gaze dropped to our intertwined fingers, and then traveled up my body a second time, more carefully. The trace of sympathy she'd shown a moment earlier was gone, replaced by studious neutrality. "Darryl's in his office."
For a strip joint, the Bad Hoss seemed to have a lot of judgmental people on staff. I smiled nicely at Gayle, squeezed Jenny's hand, and gave her a "where now?" look.
Jenny got the hint and towed me towards the bar after mumbling, "Thanks," in Gayle's direction. She was so sweet I couldn't resist dropping her hand and copping a feel of her ass through the shorts, prompting a yelp; I could feel the hostess's eyes on us as we walked away. It was hard to remember I was there on business, sort of, and not to please myself.
Darryl looked up from his cheeseburger and fries when Jenny knocked lightly on the half-open door. He didn't really look familiar to me, at least with his pants on, but I'd been bombed out of my mind on tequila and lust the previous night. From his expression, I thought he hadn't recognized me, either. "Whatcha doin' here, Jenny?" he barked gruffly around a mouthful of cholesterol. "I said I'd mail you your check."
"That's what we wanted to talk to you about," I interceded. "I don't think Jenny deserved to lose her job, and we came here to ask you to reconsider. Surely you don't have so many good employees you can afford to cast one aside for something over which she had no control."
He swallowed noisily. "What's it to you, lady? You her mother or somethin'?" Darryl laughed at his own joke.
There was no way I was old enough, or Jenny young enough, for that to be possible, which left me feeling faintly offended. She tugged weakly at my arm, but I ignored the hint. "Just a friend," I corrected him. "And a customer who thinks it's pretty hypocritical to fire Jenny for something she can't control and then take advantage of it yourself."
"You!" exclaimed Darryl, finally making the connection. I watched him mentally undress me. "What a fuckin' slut, I tell you what," he added, shaking his head. Just hearing the word sent a jolt through my pussy. "I don't know what it's like wherever you come from, but here we've got laws against public nudity and indecency. Jenny, here, had a duty to make y'all cool it or put you out, and I had a duty to enforce those same regulations
and
discipline employees who couldn't."
I laughed but managed to avoid rolling my eyes. "But it was okay to let me blow you in the parking lot? Give me a break, Darryl!"
"I can't control what y'all do outside," he protested. "It's like public property, almost." I could see even he thought it was a weak argument.
"So if I were to kiss Jenny, you'd have to stop us?" She squeaked when I pulled her into my arms, but melted against my body and didn't hesitate to probe my mouth with her tongue when I followed through on the question. I watched Darryl stare greedily at us out of the corner of my eye.
He started when he noticed me doing it. "There's nothing wrong with public displays of affection," Darryl said with a leer.
It was clear it would take more to get to the sanctimonious bastard, and I couldn't really say I was unhappy to take things up another notch. I backed Jenny roughly up against the office door, incidentally slamming it closed, and began running my hands up her body while we continued kissing. She made some faint sound that might have been a protest, but her eyes were closed and she was giving as good as she got. We twisted, and then she had me pinned against the door, where I could see both her and Darryl.
I could nearly see the word "sluts" form in his mind before floating across the room to brand itself in my suddenly-molten body. My hands pushed Jenny's top higher until I could knead her bared breasts and tease the hardened nipples which capped them. She responded with a guttural moan and ground her denim-clad crotch against my thigh. I heard a button bounce off something, and then I gasped at the feel of fingers roughly twisting my nipple.
When my eyes could focus again, I saw Darryl was taking in every bit of our display and the arousal written in the lines of his body just fanned my own desire. Panting, I turned Jenny so she could see him too, and pulled her butt into me. Her initial hesitation forgotten, Jenny flung her head back and began working her own tits, milking them and rotating her ass.
I held her with an arm across her tanned midriff while I tried and failed to snake a hand into the waistband of her shorts. My mind suddenly flashed on a bizarre vision of me impaling Jenny's sweet ass with a hard cock, and the imagined sensation left me on the ragged edge of orgasm before my mind processed the non sequitur and took me out of it.
"Give her another chance?" I husked, belatedly remembering the task at hand.
Darryl choked out a short laugh. "Why should I? I see this kind of thing all the time. What do
I
get out of it?" The bastard was stroking himself while he sat there, but honestly, I'd have been jilling off watching us, too.
Jenny evidently felt the same way, because she wriggled free of my grasp and stalked across the office, pulling off her top as she went. Upon reaching Darryl, she spun his chair to face her and squatted abruptly before him. "How about this, big boy?" she asked rhetorically, and then bent to take him in her mouth.
"Oh, you cum-suckin' slut," Darryl sighed happily as the liquid sounds of Jenny's slurping filled the office.
I felt moisture leaking down my legs, and Jenny picked up her pace. I was breathless with desire, about to explode watching her work on him like she was some cock-hungry slut. I struggled with the invisible zipper on my skirt, cursing it for cheating me out of some hot sex, and then the memory of Stacey's prohibition returned to me. Nothing in my dripping pussy. Damnit!
Darryl suddenly pushed Jenny off his tool. "You're gonna have to give me something more than that," he said, breathing heavily. "Show me what you got, Jenny-girl."
It seemed like a remarkably stupid thing to say; was he blind? She climbed slowly to her feet, displaying her toned and tanned body. Jenny's hands unfastened the button on her shorts, and then travelled slowly up her body, skimming her sweat-slicked skin until reaching her high-slung breasts and cupping them teasingly. Her ruddy nipples looked hard enough to cut glass.
Jenny half-closed her eyes, further emphasizing the mascara and liner that made them look even more attractive than they already were, and then her hands started south again. I didn't think she'd done a striptease before, but she'd obviously seen a few of them and understood the basics. Of course, she could have just stood there and had both of us creaming ourselves.
I moved over to stand beside Darryl's chair, because it was clear Jenny was playing more to me than him, and I could see the annoyance fighting with arousal on his countenance. Congratulating myself on learning from my mistakes, I took a quick pause to apply Stacey's special lip gloss before beginning to run my fingers through Darryl's hair.
A single pass was enough to turn up several loose strands. I wound one hair carefully around a fingertip so I could brush it against my moist lips, and then deposited it carefully on my tongue. My mouth felt parched; apparently all of the moisture in it had been pulled south to my throbbing slit by Jenny's performance.
Darryl and I stared at her, mesmerized, as she finally kicked off both her cutoffs and the absolutely drenched pair of low-rise hiphuggers that had been concealed beneath them. She looked as delicious as she had earlier in the morning, and I just knew I had to suck those puffy shining folds on display beneath her neat little pubic patch.
Precum oozed from the slit atop Darryl's urgently throbbing cock, and it looked like he might blow his wad right there. "Shit, you need it bad, don'tcha?" he grunted, watching Jenny extract a gleaming finger from herself and lightly coat her nipples. He made a grab for her, but she undulated just out of reach.
"Oh, I need it really bad," Jenny teased, making my blood boil. "How bad do
you
need it, Darryl? How bad do you need me?" She pressed a finger against her clit, making her body jerk.
I swallowed several times, coincidentally getting the hair down, and considered pinning her on the desk and tongue-fucking her brains out. "I think she deserves her job back," I commented to Darryl, but I wasn't sure he heard me.
