Georgia - S01 E64

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Georgia - S01 E64

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 64

Just them a waiter arrived and took their order and I was finishing my meal. I asked the waiter to get me one of those fancy ice creams and another beer.

“So, what’s your name, I know what your mate’s called and I’m Lolita.”

Both guys looked at each other then back to me and the first guy said,

“I’m Chas; pleased to meet you Lolita. You never did tell me how old you are.”

“I’m 18.”

“You don’t look it Lolita.”

“Well I am, and I can prove it.”

I went into my bag, got my I.D. card out and passed it to Chas. After studying it for a few seconds he said,

“This says that your name is Georgia.”

“It is; Lolita is my stage name. My boss said that the punters would prefer me to be called Lolita.”

“I can see why.” TC said; “hey mate, turn that card over.”

Chas turned it over, smiled then said,

“Yep, that’s you.”

“Let’s have a look.” TC said.

TC studied both sides of my I.D. card then said,

“So you’re a dancer Lolita; or should we call you Georgia?”

“You can call me whatever you like guys; it’s only a name.”

“So why are you here dressed like that Lolita?” TC asked.

“I’ve been at the beach all day and I’m on my way to work.”

“You’ve been to the beach like that?”

“Only on the bus, I took these off when we got there.”

“Which beach Lolita; I think that maybe we should go there.”

The conversation slowed down then because their burgers and chips, and my ice-cream arrived.

They were still eating when I’d finished my ice cream and I waved for the waiter to pay him while I finished my beer.

Beer in my stomach I got to my feet and looked at both of them looking at my slit before I said,

“Well Chas, TC; I’ve got to go; and it was nice talking to you.”

“It was nice talking to you too Lolita.” TC replied.

“And looking at you Lolita.” Chas added as I walked away.

I wandered around some more, feeling less exposed as the sun went down and it got dark. It was still too early to go to the club so I went down to the harbour to see what was going on there. Not a lot as it turned out but there were a few people walking about and a couple of them looked at the topless girl.

Moving on to the town square I discovered that there was some sort of entertainment going on; a show or something. It didn’t look very interesting but there were quite a few people there. I wandered around in amongst the people and I saw a couple of old women give me disgusted looks. One old woman called me a filthy slut, in Spanish, but I just ignored her.

I found a place on a stone seat and sat between 2 old men. I didn’t cross my legs but the seat was only a bench so I couldn’t lean back. One of the men turned to look at me then smiled. I wondered if I had made his day.

Deciding that it was too long since I’d had an orgasm I reached into my bag and switched my egg on to full and just sat there watching all the people while waiting for the inevitable.

It didn’t take that long and I remember jerking a bit as I said the word ‘Priapus’.

When I started to get bored I moved on, away from the harbour area and towards the club. I came across a bar with tables outside so I decided to stop and have a drink.

I sat, or should I say lounged back, in the chair with one foot up on the bar under another chair, pussy spread wide, and enjoyed a couple of drinks and watching the world go by. A couple of young men walking by did a double take when they realised what they could see.

As I sat there I started thinking about how unequal life for women is compared to that of men. I’m sure that if I set my mind to it I could think of lots of things but I was specifically thinking about how women can get away with showing all their sex organs yet if a man were to put his genitalia on display he would get marched off to the police station and fined a lot of money. What can be fair about that? Especially as a hell of a lot of women would love to see men’s cocks more often.

It was still early when I got to the club.

“I like the thong.” One of the bouncers said as he opened the door for me.

The boss was behind the bar when I came out of the changing room wearing just the material-less thong. I thought that he might berate me for not wearing one of the club’s boring thongs but instead he said,

“I saw you arrive Lolita; did you come by taxi or did you walk?”

“I walked around town and got something to eat then walked here; why?”

“I was just thinking that maybe the town has got a little more liberated. Hey Lolita, a private job has just come in that I think you might be interested in.”

“What’s that boss?”

“The President’s Club.”

“What’s that?”

“A load of top business men from all over the world meet up every so often and they’re in Ibiza tomorrow night. They talk a lot but we’re not interested in that part; it’s the dinner afterwards. They like to have naked girls serve them and then to play with them afterwards; would you be interested?”

“Sure, sound like fun. I’ve never served at a dinner before but it can’t be that difficult. Put my name down please boss. What time and where?”

“Here at 8 pm.”

“It’s not here is it?”

“No, you’ll be taxied to the venue then they will get you a taxi home at the end. That’s if you haven’t left with a millionaire or something.”

“I should be so lucky.”

“Don’t be late Lolita.”

“I won’t.”

“Are you on tonight or are you just working the bar?”

“I’m going for my first sybian ride.”

“You’ll like that but it’s not quite the ride that you’d have if you had a sybian in your lounge at home.”

“What do you mean boss.”

“At home you’d have a lot more control.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Don’t worry Lolita; I can guarantee that you’ll enjoy it. You know I don’t know why we pay you girls; you all appear to love every second of it.”

“I’m saying nothing.”

“Okay, have fun Lolita and keep those punters buying our over-priced drinks.”

“I will.”

While I was stood at the bar I thought about what the boss had said about the President’s Club and wondered if daddy was a member. Then I wondered if he’d be at the dinner. I reasoned that he wouldn’t be there because if he was going to the dinner he’d have stayed on the boat and I hadn’t heard from him.