Mistress Jorja
The 8th Deadly Sin
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- Sep 5, 2001
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“Like sands through the hourglass…” Jorja quoted, laughing at the many parallels there were between the Club and your typical mid-afternoon soap opera. The shady characters, the occasional back-stabbing, the emotion-wrought tears, and the constant sexual tension.
Leaning forward to Nicole, she spoke in a stage whisper, glancing occasionally at Clay with a melodramatically furtive look. “Well, this stud over here says I owe him something. And that something just so happens to be a dance, gentleman’s choice, which most likely is just an excuse to lay his paws on me, but we’ll pretend we don’t know the real reasons behind a man’s actions.“
Smiling, she slapped the cute waitress’s butt as Nicole came to retrieve her tray.
“Now…go hustle those men for all they’re worth!”
Leaning forward to Nicole, she spoke in a stage whisper, glancing occasionally at Clay with a melodramatically furtive look. “Well, this stud over here says I owe him something. And that something just so happens to be a dance, gentleman’s choice, which most likely is just an excuse to lay his paws on me, but we’ll pretend we don’t know the real reasons behind a man’s actions.“
Smiling, she slapped the cute waitress’s butt as Nicole came to retrieve her tray.
“Now…go hustle those men for all they’re worth!”