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Georgia Rose smiles, "Well then. You've come to the right place, girly. We'll help you."
I watch as she adds more dye to my hair, "So, who is your husband in this club?"
She laughs, "Oh, sweetheart. I'm a club girl. Just here to service the men."
"Service them?"
Georgia Rose nods, "Yup. I don't mind though. They're all good to us here."
"So...it's like the ceremony? All of them at once?"
I shiver thinking about what I had gone through.
She vigorously shakes her head, "Fuck no! I mean, sure. I've been with two or three men. But they always ask first. They can be a bit rough. But we like it that way. If we say no, they move along to the next girl."
"So none of you are married?"
"Nope. But they take care of us so that's all that matters. Now, lets get a move on, babes!"
Chapter three
Vamp
We'resittingatthebar waiting for the women when I hear the door open. Lenna and Georgia Rose come walking down the hallway. I can't help but stare at the beauty before my eyes.
Lenna's untouched blonde hair is now a dark brunette, with peaks of blonde throughout it. Her ears have small earrings in them now and she's got make up on. Lenna smiles as she walks toward me. Her tan stomach plays peek-a-boo with the black crop top she's wearing, and her skin tight jeans fit her curves in all the right places. Georgia Rose even threw some tall riding boots on Lenna.
Lenna is a fucking smoke show and I'm glued to my spot, not able to move. Doc whistles and claps.
"Well, damn!"
I turn to Georgia Rose, "What the fuck did you do to her?"
She just laughs as Doc grabs her waist, "I did good, huh?"
Doc slaps Georgia's ass, "You did good, baby."
Cyclops comes over and points to me, "Lenna will ride with you. Everybody else in formation."
Georgia Rose hands Lenna a leather jacket as she passes her. I take Lenna's hand in mine as we walk out the door. Heading over to my bike, I grab a helmet for her as she puts the jacket on.
"You good?"
Lenna nods, "I think so."
"You'll be good, I promise.'
We get on the bike and I wait for Cyclops to give the signal before we all ride off. Lenna holds tight as we take the sharp curves on the backroads, heading toward the farmers market.
The group of us glide into the dirt lot, parking our bikes near the back. I carefully help Lenna off, holding onto her just a second longer. She's absolutely gorgeous. But I shake my head as we head toward the entrance. I need to focus and remember the rules; no relationships with the survivors.
Lenna points to a booth just past the entrance, "There she is! My sister!"
I look over to see the small booth, fresh foods spread out across the tables. But what stands out is the women. They're dressed in white dresses, covering them from their necks down to their ankles. They all have long blonde hair with their heads lowered to avoid eye contact with others.
Mace whistles, "Holy fuck. Who's that one?"
Lenna smiles, "My baby sister. She's the one we're coming to see."
