SS. My Prerogative

SS. My Prerogative


The theme for this weeks Snippet Saturday is Work, so I chose this excerpt from My Prerogative. It’s not super hot or sexy, but I chose it because I love it. As someone who’s worked bars for too many years to say I can tell you this is actually a tame conversation for when a bunch of serves and bartenders are sitting around. Yet, it’s fun, and it gives you a couple hints at to some of the actual issues in the story, and not just the sex. 😉
Risqué was closed on Sunday nights, and opened at eight pm the other six nights a week. Four of those nights a week I was the first person in – aside from Val that is. But that Wednesday I worked the short shift, from ten “˜till close.
I walked in just after nine that Wednesday and the place was still quiet, so instead of jumping behind the bar I headed to the corner booth where staff always lingered until things picked up.
“No fucking way!” Savannah Morris, one of the clubs’ go-go dancers shouted just as I got there.
At Savannah’s outcry Callie held her right hand up, palm open. “I swear it.”
“Swear what?” I asked, propping a hip against the side of the booth.
Savannah gaped at me. “She’s never had a male induced orgasm.”
Ohhh, sex. My favorite topic of conversation. But first … I turned to the third person in the booth. “Good to see you, Joey. Show going good?”
Joey Kent was one of the best dancers at Risqué. So good that she only worked on a very casual basis for us now because she was part of a local Dance Troupe that put on seasonal shows. I’d only seen her two or three times all summer, and I’d missed her. She wasn’t a close friend, but she was one of those people with a true blue good heart, and it showed. Just being around her brought out the happy in a person.
“Summer run is over, and we start rehearsals for the winter show in a month, so I’ll be around a lot more for a while.”
“Nice,” I said. Then turning to Callie I continued the previous conversation. “Never?”
“Never.” Callie said.
Perplexed, I gazed at her. “How can that be when you’re in love an all?”
Color flooded her pale cheeks. “I don’t know. It’s just never happened.”
Savannah leaned forward. “Does your boyfriend suck in bed?”
“No!” Callie looked away from us and fiddled with the straw in her drink. “He’s good.”
“Good?” I asked
Joey shook her head. “Good isn’t a great recommendation, sweetie.”
Callie sniffed. “Good is good enough for me.”
I was shocked. “How can you say that? Sex isn’t supposed to be good. It’s supposed to be great, fantastic, and out-of-this-world. It’s one of life’s basic pleasures. How can you live without it?”
Joey and Savannah were nodding and Callie was chewing on her bottom lip. “I don’t think he sucks. I think he’s good, but how would I know? We’ve been together for three years and he’s the only guy I’ve ever had sex with.”
Joey and Savannah started babbling at Callie, throwing out all kinds of questions and advice and I sat back to take it all in.
“If he’s not getting the job done, then you need to find a new man.”
“But I love him.”
Joey twirled the straw in her drink. “She doesn’t need to get rid of him. Just take charge, Callie. Nothing makes a guy strut more than getting his woman off. Tell him what will do it for you and he’ll be more than happy to oblige.”
“I can’t tell him what to do!”
“Why not? You don’t need to give him step-by-step instructions. At least I hope to God you don’t have to, or maybe you should get a new man.”
They all laughed.
“Just do the female thing,” Joey said. Then she softened her voice and started sighing. “Oh, there, baby. Yeah, just like that. No, deeper. Harder, faster… y’know, like that. Coach him.”
I was laughing so hard tears were forming. To make matters worse Callie’s fair skin was flushed bright red and her eyes were about to jump from her skull. “I can’t do that!”
“Sure you can,” I said. “It’s easy.”
“No,” she said. “I mean I can’t. I don’t know what I really like. I mean I like everything he does, it’s just … not enough.”
“What do you mean you don’t know what you really like? How are you supposed to tell him how to please you if don’t know what will please you? What gets you off when you play with yourself? You like to play with your nipples or do you need clitoral stimulation?”
“Ohhh, there’s nothing better than one of those little silver bullets.” Savannah jumped in. “I’ll always remember the guy who introduced those to me. He’s cock wasn’t very big, but he made up for it in other ways.”
“What’s a silver bullet?”
Callie leaned closer to Savannah and the two proceeded to talk about toys. I turned away from them and focused on Joey. “So how are things with Mike?”
She grinned. “Great. Now that he doesn’t work nights here anymore we have a lot more time together.”
“And you’re happy about that?”
Joey and I were a lot alike. As a dancer she always had men asking her to go home with her at the end of the night, but never out for dinner or a real date. We used to talk about how after being single for so long, we might get so set in our ways that a steady man would be more hassle than he was worth.
“Yeah, I am happy with that.” She smiled and I saw the contentment in her eyes. “Getting used to having him around all the time was a lot easier than I expected. Great sex on a regular basis really helped.”
I nodded. “It would, wouldn’t it?”
“You? How are things going? I heard you went on another beach trip?”
“Jamaica was good, and now life’s back to normal.”
She eyed me. “Nothing new and exciting?”
Well, some stranger has been watching me in my apartment, and I think I like it. “My little sister’s getting married and I’m trying to help her find a dress. It’s freakin’ nuts.”
The club has slowly been filling up while we talked and I could see a line starting to form at the front bar. Just then John, the bartender looked up and our eyes met. It was time for me to get back there.
“Why don’t you talk to Samair about one?” Joey said as I straightened away from the booth.
“About a wedding dress?” That got my attention. “You think she’d be interested?”
“Shit, yeah,” Joey said as she stood up and removed her warm up jacket. “Why wouldn’t she? Especially if your sister has some unmarried friends who might need a dress in the future.”
Beneath her light jacket Joey had on a strapless corset and miniskirt that I knew were custom made by Val’s girlfriend. They looked really good. Asking her about a wedding dress was definitely something to think about.
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