Page 66 of Bourbon Kingdom
“You going to pick something there, darling?” Diego asked while laughing.
“Yes,” I defended. “Umm, how about you give Blane a lap dance?”
The twisted look on Diego’s face had me laughing out loud from my very gut. It felt good to laugh, to just let loose and have fun. It felt like there was a weight on my shoulders for a while, and now that it was lifted, it felt freeing to just relax, to enjoy the company around me.
“Come on, Goldie, spare me.”
“Hold up,” Babs said, while holding her hand out. “Your name is Goldie?”
It never dawned on me that the girls didn’t actually know my real name. They always knew me as Lo, and that was it. Then again, I had no clue what their real names were either.
“Yeah,” I laughed. “Is that going to be a problem?”
The girls looked at each other and then shrugged their shoulders.
“You’ll always be Lo to us,” Pepper said.
“Well, what are your names?” I asked, curious to hear their real names.
“Ahh, that’s something you will never find out,” Babs smiled. “Now, back to this man-on-man lap dance.”
Diego groaned and looked at me with those beautiful light eyes of his. “Come on, babe, pick something else.” Pepper raised an eyebrow at Diego’s term of endearment. I ignored her silent question. “At least make me give one of the girls a lap dance. I’m too fucking nervous I might turn Blane on.”
“Fuck you, man,” Blane said, while sitting up a little taller with Babs still on his lap. “I dare you to try to get me up.”
Babs shifted and looked Blane up and down. “Did you just ask him to give you a fucking throbbing gristle? I don’t think I’m cool with sharing,” she smiled.
“What you’re worried about is sharing?” Pepper asked. “I think I would be more worried about something else.”
“If they want to be gay, let them be gay,” Francy waved, as she pulled Tootse in closer to her.
“Yeah, do you have something wrong with the gay?” Tootse asked.
Pepper gave her an admonishing look. “Don’t pull that gay shit on me. You know I like the gays, especially you lesbians. Everyone needs a token gay in their group; I’m a lucky girl to have two.”
“We are a hot commodity,” Francy added.
“It’s hard to keep up with the demand. And then there’s the whole recertification process we have to go through to maintain our gay license. You should see the holes they make us jump through.”
“Is that with two fingers or three?” Babs asked with a smirk.
“Oh, you heteros, what are fingers when you can use fists?” Francy asked, while raising her fist to the sky.
“Oh, fuck,” I cringed, just thinking about a fist going up my vagina.
“You’ve never been fisted?” Babs asked, as if it was the craziest thing she’d ever heard.
“No!” I practically shouted. “Why the fuck would I have ever been fisted? I’d rather not spend every minute of my life doing Kegels to get back down to a normal and appropriate diameter for my pussy ring.”
“Where’s the challenge in that?” Babs asked, while Blane studied her intently, probably trying to gauge if she was serious.
“It’s called being kind to your snatch. Am I right?” I asked Tootse and Francy. “Out of everyone, you two should know proper pussy etiquette.”
“While studying at the University of LesboLand, we learned in Pussy Principles 101 that a well-treated snatch is a fine-ass catch. Keep that garden trimmed, that clit wet, and your hole tight, the classic rules to an orgasmic night,” Francy said without blinking an eye.
The room fell silent for a second before we all threw our heads back and laughed.
This was exactly what I needed, my girls, my shots, and the new men in my life. Maybe I wasn’t so lost after all; maybe I was going to be just fine without Jett Colby by my side . . . maybe.
