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“Hi, welcome to Flesh and Fiddle. My name is Zoey, and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get started for you?”
She’s friendly and part of me wants to hate her, but I notice the tension in her body, so she’s probably having a shitty-ass day like me. Comrades in bullshit.
We quickly place our orders for drinks and order our food as well.
Our liquor arrives quickly, and I suck the vodka soda down like it's water.
“You want to talk about the elephant in the room, or are we just going to ignore it?” I roll my eyes because there really isn’t anything to talk about.
“Same shit, different day. I’ve got some money and I’ll be fine. I can find something else. You know I always land on my feet.” I shrug before taking another drink. The very last thing I want to be talking about is how I got fired. Laid off. Whatever fucking phrase you use, the outcome is the same.
“Just because you land on your feet doesn’t mean I’m not going to be worried about you. You’ll tell me if you need anything, right?” She trails off on the last word, knowing damn well I won’t be telling her shit.
It’s not my friend’s job to help me get my life together financially, even though I love her unconditionally for her willingness to do so. I’d rather fucking ask my dad for help before Justina. Nothing sours a friendship more than money. I learned that first-hand growing up.
“Enough about me and my shit right now. Since we are here, tell me about the girl. Shit, here comes the food. Thank you, little baby Jesus.” I see Zoey approaching with her tray, and Justina waits until she’s gone to answer me.
“You little blasphemous slut. Using the lord’s son’s name in vain. Do you hear that? That’s the bus to Hell, pulling up with a deranged Miss Frizzle driving. Huh? Would you look at that? She looks just like me. Imagine that.” Justina cackles before shoving a stuffed mushroom into her mouth and moaning around it.
“I always did prefer sinning.” I smile because it’s true and really, I don’t subscribe to all that shit about going to Hell and whatever else they throw at you.
Organized religion or religion of any kind wasn’t really for me, which suited my dad just fine. He encouraged me to learn about religion if I wanted to. To see if it was something I was interested in and if not, then at least I would have the knowledge to deal with people in my daily life who believed.
There are thousands of different religions or faiths around the world. It’s small-minded to think you aren’t going to run into at least a fraction of them.
They can pray for my soul while I get bent over the foot of a bed and railed until I see god.
I just stare at her before cutting my eyes to the stage where a group of women will be in just a few minutes to perform, waiting for her to spill it about her mystery woman.
“Oh, fine. Stop staring at me. Shit. So, I met her at this club. A sex club!” Justina blurts out, and that’s definitely not what I expected to hear. We both love sex, but I didn’t even know she was into that kind of thing.
“Like a whips and chains ass club? Bitch, just what the fuck have you been doing, and how have I not known?” I’m not judging and never would. I respect people’s privacy, but usually, she’s an open book. She’s been holding this one close to her chest. I don’t know if I should feel upset. She hasn’t told me, but I remind myself that I didn’t tell her about Onyx for years. I let any ill feeling leave my body.
“No. I mean, yeah, there’s that shit there also, but it’s just a kink club. A place for us that like it a little more spicy than vanilla ice cream, if you know what I mean.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me before grabbing her drink and taking an exaggerated sip that causes her to choke.
“Bitch, calm down. You don’t even like dick, and you’re over there choking like you do.” We look at each other and laughter takes over both of our bodies for a minute before we can rein it in.
“How long have you been going? And don’t think I haven’t picked up on you avoiding talking about your girl.”
“A couple of months. Three to be exact. You have to be vetted and gain membership, and I just got mine not that long ago. I was just a visiting member on someone else’s pass. I mean, do you really want to know what kind of kinky things I’m into or…” She trails off, and I can’t tell if she’s embarrassed and doesn’t really want to tell me, or if she’s dying to spill the beans.
“I want to know whatever you are comfortable sharing, and if that’s none of it, I’m good with that. Mostly Just, I want to know if this girl isthegirl. Are you hanging up your hat and dating…exclusively?” I see her eyes roll, but the blush on her cheeks gives her away.
“I wouldn’t say I’m dating exclusively, but yea, I think I want to. I’m trying to get on board with her working here and not being a raging jealous she-hulk, but we’ll see how it goes. But the way she lets me tie her up, and we role-play being sisters, fucking gives me a lady boner that points to love.” I—don’t even know where to begin.
“Bitch! I know you did not just saya lady boner pointing to love. I really cannot with you right now.” I damn near choked on my own saliva hearing that.
“Thought you’d comment on my sister-fucking fantasies. But good to know you breezed right over that to latch onto love.” I shake my head because I did notice it and really didn’t see a reason to be offended. She’s an adult and her fantasies don’t harm anyone. She’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her.
“October, I’m telling you, this place is fucking amazing. No one looks down on you unless you’re into that kind of thing. That first night I went, I saw a scene where a guy was fucking his daughter. Well, not his actual daughter, but uh, that does happen there, at least from what I’ve heard. Full disclosure. It was so fucking hot. The man was wearing a masquerade mask, but I would have given anything to have seen what he looked like. I was hooked, and I just kept going back. Then one night I met Daya, and now here we are.”
I don’t say anything. I’m too focused on the fact that my core clenched, and I can feel my panties are a little damp after her words about the dad and daughter fucking. I have no business getting turned on by that, but it’s been a while since I’ve had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced.
“Fuck me, there she is.” I turn my gaze to follow where Justina is looking and notice a beautiful woman with brown hair and skin that is shimmering like crazy underneath the lights beating down on her.
“Just! She’s a knockout. I low-key want her for myself.” She fucking growls at my words, even though she knows it was said in jest. Her reaction is all I need to know that my best friend has it bad.
“Shut up, bitch, and watch the show. Keep your grubby little hands to yourself.” I wave her off because I do want to watch the show, but my mind is stuck on this club and exploring my older man fantasies. I’m forking pasta in my mouth, but my brain won’t shut the hell up.
