Author: Virtual Scott
Title: Falling
Part: 6
Summary: Linnea helps Jenny get her job back
Keywords: mc MF M+F FF fdom gangbang

Chapter 6, In which Jenny gets her job

I knew how to get back and forth to the airport, my hotel, my clients, and
a sampling of restaurants. I'd never even gotten my ears pierced, much
less thought of doing anything more radical. Of *course* I called Jenny.

She'd sounded a bit scandalized on the phone, but she was up for anything
I wanted to do -- the magic my girlfriend, Stacey, had showed me seemed to
work that way. We'd had a lot of fun together, but I couldn't forget that
I'd gotten Jenny fired the previous night.

Now I had a chance to make things right. I smiled at Jenny, taking in the
sight of her long legs disappearing into her short cutoffs. The curves of
her breasts beneath her thin top looked pretty good, too. This time, she
was riding shotgun as I drove us up the road toward the Bad Hoss.

I watched her enviously as we climbed out of the car into the baking Texan
heat of the strip club's parking lot. I didn't have any casual clothes
except for the miniskirt and vest that were both a little *too* casual and
a little too soiled. My black pencil skirt seemed to suck heat into it,
and I felt sweat trickling down my skin beneath the blouse.

We looked at each other uncertainly before heading for the entrance. Jenny
was positive some of the girls would be able to recommend somebody that
could do my piercing, and I was equally sure I could convince the manager
to reinstate her as a waitress. Both of us hoped the other was right.

The Bad Hoss was dark and cool and noisy. The lunch crowd was less
boisterous than the evening patrons, but the sound system more than made
up for them. I could feel the bass in my feet as a rider cavorted atop the
mechanical horse, never quite losing her hat as she stretched from one
revealing position to another.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am," the hostess greeted us, clearly unsure of what to
make of the mismatched women in front of her. Her professional smile faded
when she recognized Jenny. "Hey, Jenny, I heard about what happened last
night. That really sucks."

"Thanks, Gayle," Jenny answered, hanging back a little bit.

I was never going to make my afternoon meeting at this pace. "I'm here to
talk to the manager about it," I announced, grabbing Jenny's hand and
hauling her forward to stand beside me. "Is he here?"

Gayle's gaze dropped to our intertwined fingers, and then traveled up my
body a second time, more carefully. The trace of sympathy she'd shown a
moment earlier was gone, replaced by studious neutrality. "Darryl's in his
office."

For a strip joint, the Bad Hoss seemed to have a lot of judgmental people
on staff. I smiled nicely at Gayle, squeezed Jenny's hand, and gave her a
"where now?" look.

Jenny got the hint and towed me towards the bar after mumbling, "Thanks,"
in Gayle's direction. She was so sweet I couldn't resist dropping her hand
and copping a feel of her ass through the shorts, prompting a yelp; I
could feel the hostess's eyes on us as we walked away. It was hard to
remember I was there on business, sort of, and not to please myself.

Darryl looked up from his cheeseburger and fries when Jenny knocked
lightly on the half-open door. He didn't really look familiar to me, at
least with his pants on, but I'd been bombed out of my mind on tequila and
lust the previous night. From his expression, I thought he hadn't
recognized me, either. "Whatcha doin' here, Jenny?" he barked gruffly
around a mouthful of cholesterol. "I said I'd mail you your check."

"That's what we wanted to talk to you about," I interceded. "I don't think
Jenny deserved to lose her job, and we came here to ask you to reconsider.
Surely you don't have so many good employees you can afford to cast one
aside for something over which she had no control."

He swallowed noisily. "What's it to you, lady? You her mother or
somethin'?" Darryl laughed at his own joke.

There was no way I was old enough, or Jenny young enough, for that to be
possible, which left me feeling faintly offended. She tugged weakly at my
arm, but I ignored the hint. "Just a friend," I corrected him. "And a
customer who thinks it's pretty hypocritical to fire Jenny for something
she can't control and then take advantage of it yourself."

"You!" exclaimed Darryl, finally making the connection. I watched him
mentally undress me. "What a fuckin' slut, I tell you what," he added,
shaking his head. Just hearing the word sent a jolt through my pussy. "I
don't know what it's like wherever you come from, but here we've got laws
against public nudity and indecency. Jenny, here, had a duty to make y'all
cool it or put you out, and I had a duty to enforce those same regulations
*and* discipline employees who couldn't."

I laughed but managed to avoid rolling my eyes. "But it was okay to let me
blow you in the parking lot? Give me a break, Darryl!"

"I can't control what y'all do outside," he protested. "It's like public
property, almost." I could see even he thought it was a weak argument.

"So if I were to kiss Jenny, you'd have to stop us?" She squeaked when I
pulled her into my arms, but melted against my body and didn't hesitate to
probe my mouth with her tongue when I followed through on the question. I
watched Darryl stare greedily at us out of the corner of my eye.

He started when he noticed me doing it. "There's nothing wrong with public
displays of affection," Darryl said with a leer.

It was clear it would take more to get to the sanctimonious bastard, and I
couldn't really say I was unhappy to take things up another notch. I
backed Jenny roughly up against the office door, incidentally slamming it
closed, and began running my hands up her body while we continued kissing.
She made some faint sound that might have been a protest, but her eyes
were closed and she was giving as good as she got. We twisted, and then
she had me pinned against the door, where I could see both her and Darryl.

I could nearly see the word "sluts" form in his mind before floating
across the room to brand itself in my suddenly-molten body. My hands
pushed Jenny's top higher until I could knead her bared breasts and tease
the hardened nipples which capped them. She responded with a guttural moan
and ground her denim-clad crotch against my thigh. I heard a button bounce
off something, and then I gasped at the feel of fingers roughly twisting
my nipple.

When my eyes could focus again, I saw Darryl was taking in every bit of
our display and the arousal written in the lines of his body just fanned
my own desire. Panting, I turned Jenny so she could see him too, and
pulled her butt into me. Her initial hesitation forgotten, Jenny flung her
head back and began working her own tits, milking them and rotating her
ass.

I held her with an arm across her tanned midriff while I tried and failed
to snake a hand into the waistband of her shorts. My mind suddenly flashed
on a bizarre vision of me impaling Jenny's sweet ass with a hard cock, and
the imagined sensation left me on the ragged edge of orgasm before my mind
processed the non sequitur and took me out of it.

"Give her another chance?" I husked, belatedly remembering the task at
hand.

Darryl choked out a short laugh. "Why should I? I see this kind of thing
all the time. What do *I* get out of it?" The bastard was stroking himself
while he sat there, but honestly, I'd have been jilling off watching us,
too.

Jenny evidently felt the same way, because she wriggled free of my grasp
and stalked across the office, pulling off her top as she went. Upon
reaching Darryl, she spun his chair to face her and squatted abruptly
before him. "How about this, big boy?" she asked rhetorically, and then
bent to take him in her mouth.

"Oh, you cum-suckin' slut," Darryl sighed happily as the liquid sounds of
Jenny's slurping filled the office.

I felt moisture leaking down my legs, and Jenny picked up her pace. I was
breathless with desire, about to explode watching her work on him like she
was some cock-hungry slut. I struggled with the invisible zipper on my
skirt, cursing it for cheating me out of some hot sex, and then the memory
of Stacey's prohibition returned to me. Nothing in my dripping pussy.
Damnit!

Darryl suddenly pushed Jenny off his tool. "You're gonna have to give me
something more than that," he said, breathing heavily. "Show me what you
got, Jenny-girl."

It seemed like a remarkably stupid thing to say; was he blind? She climbed
slowly to her feet, displaying her toned and tanned body. Jenny's hands
unfastened the button on her shorts, and then travelled slowly up her
body, skimming her sweat-slicked skin until reaching her high-slung
breasts and cupping them teasingly. Her ruddy nipples looked hard enough
to cut glass.

Jenny half-closed her eyes, further emphasizing the mascara and liner that
made them look even more attractive than they already were, and then her
hands started south again. I didn't think she'd done a striptease before,
but she'd obviously seen a few of them and understood the basics. Of
course, she could have just stood there and had both of us creaming
ourselves.

I moved over to stand beside Darryl's chair, because it was clear Jenny
was playing more to me than him, and I could see the annoyance fighting
with arousal on his countenance. Congratulating myself on learning from my
mistakes, I took a quick pause to apply Stacey's special lip gloss before
beginning to run my fingers through Darryl's hair.

A single pass was enough to turn up several loose strands. I wound one
hair carefully around a fingertip so I could brush it against my moist
lips, and then deposited it carefully on my tongue. My mouth felt parched;
apparently all of the moisture in it had been pulled south to my throbbing
slit by Jenny's performance.

Darryl and I stared at her, mesmerized, as she finally kicked off both her
cutoffs and the absolutely drenched pair of low-rise hiphuggers that had
been concealed beneath them. She looked as delicious as she had earlier in
the morning, and I just knew I had to suck those puffy shining folds on
display beneath her neat little pubic patch.

Precum oozed from the slit atop Darryl's urgently throbbing cock, and it
looked like he might blow his wad right there. "Shit, you need it bad,
don'tcha?" he grunted, watching Jenny extract a gleaming finger from
herself and lightly coat her nipples. He made a grab for her, but she
undulated just out of reach.

"Oh, I need it really bad," Jenny teased, making my blood boil. "How bad
do *you* need it, Darryl? How bad do you need me?" She pressed a finger
against her clit, making her body jerk.

I swallowed several times, coincidentally getting the hair down, and
considered pinning her on the desk and tongue-fucking her brains out. "I
think she deserves her job back," I commented to Darryl, but I wasn't sure
he heard me.

"Come over here and find out, you little cock-tease," Darryl rasped,
unfastening his jeans and pushing them to the floor. "Sit yourself down on
my maypole and we'll have us some fun, you and I."

"Give her the job," I whispered.

He lunged for Jenny and caught her, or maybe she let him catch her. She
shrieked with laughter as Darryl reeled her in, but the arms on the chair
got in the way and she ended up sitting in his lap, legs sprawled to one
side, with his cock sandwiched between her thigh and his groin.

"C'mon, Darryl, just hire me so we can stop screwing around, and start
*screwing* around," Jenny insisted, wriggling so one breast rubbed against
his arm and her weight pressed against his ruddy manhood. "And what are
*you* still doing with your clothes on?" she asked me unexpectedly.

I didn't have a good answer for that, so I unfastened the remaining two
buttons on my blouse and slid it off. "You'll never have a better
employee," I reminded Darryl, fumbling again with the zipper on my skirt.
"Last night wasn't Jenny's fault."

"What does it take to get you two sluts to shut up?" Darryl asked in an
aggrieved tone of voice. With a grunt, he lofted a squealing Jenny onto
his desk, scattering papers onto the floor, and then stood up. "You want a
job? Fine; consider this your interview!"

Jenny obligingly spread her legs wider, and he pulled her onto his tool,
hard enough to make her tits jiggle when he bottomed out inside her. "Oh,
fuck, yeah!" she moaned. "Pound me, Darryl!"

They looked sexy as hell, especially with Jenny squirming and carrying on
like Darryl's cock was electrified or something. I knew she really liked
her boyfriend, Daniel, but sometimes a girl just needed to satisfy her
urges. It wasn't like she *felt* anything for Darryl -- she was just using
him for physical gratification, the same as he was using her. The thought
was so arousing.

I wanted to be used, too, for raw sex, the way Big Bill and his friends
had made me the receptacle for their scum-filled cocks. "Coat her," I
moaned, fingering myself urgently while I watched the pair approach their
release.

Darryl abruptly pulled out. "Work for it, slut!" he hissed through
clenched teeth, and then started jetting onto Jenny's writhing body. The
first strand reached from her tits to her neck, and the others landed
across her tummy and thighs. She orgasmed violently while working her
frothing slit with one hand and using her fingers to collect the hot semen
and bring it to her mouth.

My own release was so close I could taste it, but suddenly my hand froze
and Stacey's commandment crashed back down on me. I wanted to scream with
frustration, but my mind suddenly jumped to the solution to my problems.
"I want you in my ass right now, and I'm not taking 'no' for an answer," I
snapped at a surprised Darryl, elbowing him aside.

Jenny tensed and moaned raggedly when I ran my tongue up her dripping
slit, and then Darryl skewered my rosebud and I was in heaven. I came
almost immediately, but there was no way I planned to settle for just a
single orgasm. Jenny's hands tangled in my hair suggested she felt the
same way.



"Hey, Darryl, do y'all want the kegs--"

I raised my head slightly and looked up the length of Jenny's quivering
body at the slack-jawed man standing in the doorway. "Don't stop!" I
hissed when Darryl began to falter, and his rhythmic pumping picked up
again.

"Don't mind the girls," Darryl reassured him. "What can I do you for?"

"Fuckin' A!" the stranger exclaimed. "Doin' the help in the middle of the
day? What if somebody catches you, Darryl? You'd be in a shitload of
trouble!" He looked furtively over his shoulder before stepping into the
office and closing the door again.

Darryl chuckled. "You caught me, Larry, and I ain't in trouble. Besides,
they don't work here -- just a pair of sluts looking for a good boning."
He punctuated the remark with a quick slap of my ass that left it stinging.

"Hey!" Jenny and I objected in chorus. "You promised me my job!" she cried
out, before I could complain about the corporal punishment.

"I promised you *a* job," Darryl corrected her, "and you ain't done
interviewing, yet, remember?" He looked across the office at Larry, who
was staring at all of us like we belonged on another planet. "C'mon,
Larry, admit it. Wouldn't you like to see this little missy ridin' the
stallion? Or maybe ridin' you, seein' how she's such a little slut?"

"We are *not* sluts, and don't slap me again," I growled.

Larry appeared dubious. Darryl looked like he was going to hit me again
just for spite, but then changed his mind, and then shifted his weight
like he might back away, but then went back to his methodical shafting of
my rectum.

Jenny peeled with laughter and sat up on the desk so she could kiss me
lightly. "I don't know why you're so hung up on that word, Linnea," she
said. "We *are* sluts, and I like it. No, I *love* it."

She swung a leg over my head and eased herself off the desktop. "I admit,
when I saw you for the first time last night, I was a little dubious. When
I saw you sitting on Big Bill's lap, letting him fuck you like that, I was
shocked." Jenny pushed a pair of fingers into herself and sighed. "But...
you showed me a side of myself I didn't know existed. Something that would
have repulsed me, but -- doesn't, anymore."

Had I really done that? "Jenny..." I hesitated, unsure what to say.

"I love being a slut," she repeated, and I felt my body heat in
unconscious agreement. "It makes me hot when people look at me that way;
when they want to fuck me." Jenny moistened her lips, staring at the
increasingly prominent bulge in Larry's jeans. "Letting them actually do
it is like being on fire," she sighed, and then started stroking herself.

"It's so primal, being a slippery piece of fuckmeat for anyone who wants
me," Jenny mused, caressing Larry's straining crotch. "You'll fuck me,
won't you, Larry? I want you to mark me with your cum; I want to feel you
in every hole I have."

Larry looked like somebody who was sure he was dreaming, but he didn't put
up any fight when Jenny started unfastening his pants. Instead, he pulled
her into a wet, sloppy kiss and she started rubbing herself against him
like, well, a slut.

I realized I was vibrating like a violin string, wildly excited both by
the sight of her and the insights which, word by word, inflated my libido
to unsustainable levels. I thought I literally might explode. "Oh, fuck,
yeah," I gasped, shuddering as Darryl pounded me harder than ever while
panting like a steam locomotive.

Jenny pulled Larry towards the desk, using his erection like a handle, and
then lay back on it beside me. She spread her knees wide, both displaying
and offering herself. I heard her whispering, "fuck me, fuck me," over and
over, so softly I don't think the men heard her.

Larry rose to the challenge, as if there really had been any doubt, and
started banging away like he thought there was a timer somewhere counting
down. I looked sideways at Jenny, just out of kissing range, and saw the
haze of sheer lust dulling her eyes. She blinked and focused on me,
panting raggedly. "You'll clean me, after," she gasped.

The words travelled from my ears to my brain and I collapsed to the
desktop, my body wracked by a massive orgasm. Darryl slammed himself into
me and arched backwards, groaning, as he exploded inside me. He slipped
out of me and I felt more of his spend scalding my lower back and buttocks
where it fell.

"You slut," Jenny repeated, clearly amused, and I was in no position to
gainsay her.



I ended up having to reschedule my meeting for the following morning and
extend my trip by a day. We might have been okay, but then Dave came in to
complain Larry's truck was blocking the loading area, and then Gayle came
in to see where everybody was. She left immediately, but I guessed she
must have said something, because Darryl -- Jenny, really -- started
getting a string of visitors. Some of them just looked and left, but a
bunch didn't.

The office was just a little too noisy, so I regretfully slid on my skirt
and blouse and stepped into the hallway to make my calls. The travel
number was easy -- nobody at the office was going to quibble over a trip
adjustment with my sale to Consolidated hitting the books. I hated to
reschedule with the client, but they were understanding.

Stacey was a different matter. I chickened out and slipped back into the
office to drown my sorrow in Jenny's sloppy gash. She looked so happy, and
sexy, in her rut that I longed to just change places with her. Darryl eyed
my ass with an evident appreciation that made me feel better, but his cock
wasn't able to keep up. I walked over to stand next to him while I waited
for the cook standing between Jenny's thighs to finish up.

"She gets a good job as long as she wants it, right?" I asked, just to
make everything had stuck. Unfortunately, I had a lot of experience with
how a company could screw its employees, and I didn't mean the screwing
Jenny was getting. "And full pay, too -- not a dime less than anybody
else."

"Don't worry," Darryl assured me. "Some of the dancers make more than I
do, with tips. Jenny could make a *lot* more." He winked.

"Look, I don't care if she is a slut," I heatedly replied, ignoring the
twinge inside. "Listen carefully, Darryl." I grabbed his balls for
emphasis. "You will give Jenny the same base pay as the highest-paid
employee doing basically the same job. You will not skim, or force her to
report, tips any differently than any other employee."

"Oh fuck, that's nasty!" exclaimed the meat delivery driver, who was
smearing his jism around on Jenny's face, ignoring her extended tongue. He
was looking at the cook, who was holding Jenny's legs up to provide better
access to her ass, which was gripping his cock tightly.

"Yeah," the cook agreed, punctuating a thrust. "My girl would never do
this. Working here just got a whole lot better!" They both laughed
breathlessly.

I looked back at Darryl and squeezed until I had his attention again. "You
will not -- I repeat, *not* -- take advantage of Jenny. We both know she
has... needs." I had them too, but unlike her, I didn't have a predatory
working environment. "Like you said, in private between consenting adults
is no big deal. You will not pressure her, or allow anybody else to
pressure her, to do anything she doesn't want to do." Frankly, that seemed
unlikely, but I was covering all the bases.

"And if anybody pays you, or anybody else, to be with Jenny, you will make
sure every penny of that gets to her. She is not a whore, and you are not
her pimp. Got it?" I gave him a squeeze for emphasis.

"Jesus, yes!" Darryl yelped. "I got it!" He extricated himself from my
grip. "You must be one hell of a saleswoman," he commented, while rubbing
himself gently.

I was strangely touched by the backhanded compliment. It was reassuring to
know I was more than just a good fuck. The thought reminded me of the
other reason we were there. "Listen, Darryl," I said, trying to sound
conversational, "do you know any of the girls who are, um, decorated down
here?" I gestured vaguely at the front of my skirt.

"She wants a pussy ring," shouted Jenny from the desk. I hadn't realized
she was paying any attention to us.

All of the men were looking at me; it was a little embarrassing. The
attention was gratifying, but I wanted it to be because they wanted to
fuck me, not because they thought I was kinky or something. I put up my
chin and prepared to bulldoze ahead. "Can you just tell me?"

"C'mon, y'all, get back to work before somebody calls the cops," Darryl
announced. "Don't you have some BBQ to start, T.J.?"

The guys all looked pretty fucked out, so they didn't put up too much
resistance before pulling up their pants and filing out of the office.
Jenny looked totally delectable, suffused with a just-been-fucked glow,
and it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

Apparently I wasn't the only one who thought so. "Jenny, I need my desk
back and you're purely distracting," Darryl drawled, not unappreciatively.
"Why don't you run down to the break room and freshen up, and then come
back so I can get you on the books again."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Jenny crowed, suddenly finding the
energy to bounce to her feet. "You're the greatest -- both of you!" She
skipped over and gave first Darryl and then me a quick hug and a kiss.
"I'll be right back!"

I savored the faint taste of semen as I watched Jenny retrieve her shorts
from the floor and pull them on. She bounced a few times to get them all
the way on, which did really nice things to her boobs, and then scurried
out of the office, still topless. I presumed the break room was nearby.

"Women," Darryl muttered as he sat down in his chair and surveyed the
wreckage of his desktop, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it. After a
moment, he spun around opened the top drawer of a small filing cabinet
sitting against the wall. He retrieved a three-ring binder from it and
held it out. "Here, you can start looking at these."

Curious, I opened the binder and found a full-page color picture of a
naked girl. She was smiling and holding a blowup of her driver's license.
"What is this?" I asked, slightly nonplussed.

"My dancers," Darryl replied, looking up from a second binder. "You wanna
ask about getting' a piercing, only makes sense to ask somebody who's got
one, right?" He started flipping through his binder again.

"Yeah," I allowed, following the logic. "But what are these for?" I
pressed, waving the binder.

"Avoiding complications," was the terse reply. Darryl saw my expression
and continued without prompting. "Look -- what was your name again?
Linnea?" I nodded. "Linnea. Running this place isn't a picnic. Some girls
think they want to do it, until they get up in front of a crowd. Some lie
about their ages, or their names. The government gives me shit about
hiring illegals; can you fuckin' believe it? One girl turned out to be a
guy!" He shuddered.

"This here clears through all that crap. I know she's serious and somebody
my customers will be willing to pay to look at. If the cops come around, I
can show 'em a girl is willing and legal." Darryl laughed. "Or leastways
had a good fake id!"

I smiled unwillingly and turned my attention back to the book. Navel
piercings were common, and one woman had studs in her nipples. I sat down
on the corner of the desk, fascinated by the variety of forms and
attitudes on display, and beginning to understand the attraction of
pornography.

Every picture was superficially the same: an attractive smiling woman
holding a blown-up copy of a license next to her while standing nude in
front of the door to Darryl's office. The vibes were all over the map.

Cathiryne -- where did parents learn to spell? -- looked like a
cheerleader, although her birthday made her 19 at the time the picture'd
been taken. She looked so innocent, it was easy to imagine her mouth
forming a round "O" and her heart tripping beneath her perky little tits
as she felt her first cock press into her firm body. I started dripping as
I fantasized about being the first person to taste her pussy. Alas, she
was decorated only by a small flower tattoo above one ankle, and I turned
the page.

My eyes grew wide when I looked at Dawn's picture. She was darkly
complected, obviously Hispanic, and the rings stood out in sharp contrast
to her smooth skin. They were everywhere: ears, nose, nipples, navel, and
in rows down both sides of her vulva. If that weren't enough, she had
rings on all her fingers, at least a pair of toe rings, uncounted hoop
bracelets, and a thin metallic choker. "What about Dawn?" I asked.

"Which one?" Darryl asked, looking up.

"Valenzuela," I said, showing him.

He shook his head. "Why would you want to mess yourself up like that?" he
asked. "She moved on. A little too edgy for us poor cowboys -- we like our
women wholesome-looking, you know?"

A few pages later I found Veronica and shifted again, wishing I could
touch myself through my skirt. Her smile was broad, but the knowing look
in her eyes and the way she held her body were invitations to carnal
submission. She reminded me somewhat of Stacey in her fey moments, when
I'd felt she could lead me to some dark place inside myself where I might
not emerge. I licked my lips breathlessly and forced myself to continue
browsing.

At some point I felt a soft breath near my ear and realized Jenny was
leaning over my shoulder. "I've seen Bekka dance," she whispered. "She was
pretty hot."

I nodded in agreement, but turned the page.

"Hattie," Darryl said decisively, slapping a hand on the page for emphasis.

"Hattie Watson?" Jenny exclaimed in disbelief. "No!"

Darryl smirked and displayed the open binder. I felt Jenny's bare breasts
pressing against my back as she leaned further forward for a better view.

A young girl looked up at us, tanned and vibrant. She held her license
like she might a sign for the fundraiser carwash, and if Hattie looked
like the girl next door, her expression held a challenging note. She was
shaved bare, which I liked, and a small ring hung neatly at the apex of
her rosy cleft. I noticed the photo was dated two days after her
eighteenth birthday.

Jenny began laughing hysterically, clinging to me. "Oh no," she gasped,
only to break out in giggles again. "Hattie!" Finally she collected
herself sufficiently to add, "I never saw her here!"

"She only danced one night," Darryl said with a wicked grin. "You didn't
start 'till way after. Know her?"

I looked back and forth between them, wanting to be let in on the joke.

Wiping a tear from one eye, Jenny filled me in. "I went to school with
Hattie. She was *so* stuck-up! I mean, her father's the minister at First
Baptist since forever, and she was president of the Purity Club. I can't
believe she was a dancer here!"

"Neither could her Pappy," chuckled Darryl. "He was in the next day,
swearing up a blue streak, and promising I'd burn in Hell if she ever set
foot in here again. Never seen either of 'em since." He considered the
photo again. "Purely a shame, if you ask my opinion."

"She's probably still grounded," Jenny giggled. "Oh please, let me call
her! I know she'll tell me where she got it done."

We looked at each other; Darryl shrugged. "Well..." I temporized, thinking
I really didn't want to cold call somebody about that.

"Goody!" cheered Jenny, stooping to pick up the cordless phone from where
it had fallen off the charger on the desk.

"You know her number?" asked Darryl, speaking for both of us.

Jenny looked at us, wearing only a few stray droplets of water and her
cutoffs, which were unfastened sufficiently to give us a glimpse of her
pubic curls. "Please," she said, looking at us like we were morons. "Who
do you think was *vice-president* of the Purity Club?" She started dialing.