Georgia didn’t want that man or woman to touch her. Nothing about the idea appealed to her. Instead, knowing she wanted it as much as Paul did, she flicked out her tongue and dragged it across his fingers. The moans of a few others filtered around her.
“All of it, baby.”
Without hesitating this time, she took his fingers into her mouth and sucked. The sweet taste filled her mouth. Both the act and the flavor sent her juices sliding down her legs.
“Good girl. Now get back to work.” Paul stepped away so fast that she was left feeling bereft and alone.
Destin took her by the chin and gave her a quick, hard kiss. He smiled as he turned her loose, then spun on his heel to face the center of the room. “Hands off, everyone. She’s for Paul and me.”
A few men groaned and mumbled complaints, but no one argued with him. Instead, the others went back to having their own kind of fun.
“Remember the safe word, sugar. There’s no shame in using it if you need to.”
She was left alone again, her mouth opened to respond even though she had no idea what she’d say.
* * * *
The next week passed so fast that Georgia barely noticed each new day. And the nights? The nights were glorious. Working at the club proved to be a wonderful change from police work. She didn’t have to think about what she did. Serving drinks and chatting with the rest of the waitstaff had turned out to be enjoyable. Her mood had lightened a lot since she’d left Atlanta. Although the nightmares still came, they’d grown shorter and less intense. If she awoke as she’d done almost every night since the murders, gripping the sheets in horror, her heart pounding out of her chest, it took less time for her to calm down. Thinking of Paul and Destin did the trick every time.
She glanced around the interior of the dimly lit room, searching for them. Since her first night, they hadn’t spent much time with her, and none of that time had been alone. They’d caressed her, petted her again, even ordering her once more to strip in front of others, but she longed to have more time, more attention, more chances to please them.
She placed drinks on the table of the couple who’d taken up one of the more secluded spots next to the walls. The areas were used for what she’d come to learn was called a “scene.” They barely noticed her. After waiting a moment for them to request something else, she hurried back to the bar to get her next round of drinks for a large group of men stationed at the round table on the other side of the room.
She’d grown used to seeing people in various outfits or completely undressed. Public nudity wasn’t unusual, making her feel better about having done the same thing. The part that had thrown her was how much she liked getting naked in front of others. Especially when Paul or Destin played with her.
Just then, she spotted them.
Barb bumped against her as she came to her side and gave another drink order to Wilson, the bartender. “Are you ready?”
“Am I ready for what?”
“Your initiation.”
Excitement took her breath away. She’d wondered if the men had forgotten about the initiation. Or worse, had changed their minds. “What’s it like?”
Barb giggled. “It’s different for everyone. But trust me, you’re going to love it.”
She wanted to ask more questions, but then Destin winked at her and followed Paul to the stage. When both men got to the center of it, Destin took the microphone one of the other subs handed him and the music suddenly died. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing and gave them their full attention.
“Good evening, everyone.”
A rumble of greetings answered Destin.
“As most of you have heard by now, we have a new sub. Her name is Georgia.”
Georgia sucked in a breath as every person in the room turned to stare at her. Why had he introduced her as a sub instead of a waitress? There was no way she’d be a sub to anyone but the Casing brothers.
Wait. Did I just decide that I’m going to be their sub?
Waitressing and playing around was one thing, but to officially commit to being a sub? Was she ready? She’d thought about it, but hadn’t come up with a definite answer. But the time for thinking was over.
“Georgia, come here.”
She started for the stage on stiff legs, paused, unsure of what she was doing, then made her decision and walked toward them. Going back to Atlanta wasn’t an option. Even if the captain would’ve allowed her to work on the murder cases, she doubted she could’ve left Paul and Destin behind. Not after having gotten to know them over the past few days. How they’d come to mean so much to her in that short a time was a mystery. Yet hadn’t she yearned for them for several months already?