Georgina Evans POV ~
“Oh my gosh, thanks for making breakfast Jakey.” My stomach grumbles as I grab the plate from in front of him, biting into the soft white bread. Mmmm, peanut butter and banana!
“For fucks sake! Do you guys not have any fucking clue about personal space?” I make eye contact with AJ, who is filling his face with an identical sandwich, and we both start laughing. Jake pouts and pours himself a coffee. I wait until he's added milk and sugar before I snatch it out of his hand. “Oh come on!” He all but stamps his foot.
I giggle evilly as I hurry into the living room. AJ wanders in after me.
"He has the balls to have a go at us for personal space?" I roll my eyes as AJ chuckles at me. I switch on the TV and scroll through to the local news.
Jake pads in and joins us on the sofa. I swing my legs up onto his lap, and after he places his empty plate on the coffee table he starts tracing shapes on the bare sole of my foot.
“So what’re we gonna to do today, guys?”
AJ stretches, flashing his perfect abs. “Well first off I’m gonna grab a shower, then I need to go to the book store and pick up the last of my assigned reading material. Then I’ve got to go to some meeting with the coach.”
“I’m meeting my dad for lunch. You wanna come with?” I absentmindedly lick a little splodge of peanut butter off my thumb. AJ leans forward and whispers in my ear.
"If you wanna come upstairs and shower with me, I can give you something much much better to lick." I giggle and feel my cheeks heat up.
“Nah. I think I’m gonna try and find a job if you all are too busy to hang out.” Jake shakes his head.
“Yeah yeah, okay dude. So are you gonna join me for that shower?” AJ stands up, offering me his hand, his eyes already swirling with lust.
“Gross! Just remember I’ve gotta share that bathroom with the two of you so make sure all bodily fluids are properly washed away when you’re finished.” I feel my cheeks get even redder at Jake's words. AJ just smirks and grabs my hand, pulling me off my seat.
He practically drags me back upstairs and into the bathroom, flicking on the shower. Giggling, I let him slip my tank top off and my shorts down. He looks me up and down, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth seductively. I step under the water and he joins me, running his hands up my naked body, his fingers playing with my nipples. Where his hands touch me, my skin ripples in goosebumps. He places open mouthed kisses up my neck, sucking a little. I push him back, and he looks down at me questioningly until I slowly drop down to my knees in front of him. I take his already erect cock all the way into my mouth, stopping when it hits the back of my throat. Hollowing out my cheeks I slowly slide back, looking up at the hungry expression on his face. I pick my pace up, pressing my tongue against the underside of shaft as I bob my head, feeling his hand on the back of my head as he begins to thrust into my mouth.
"Oh ffuck...babe, I don't wanna finish like this." AJ pulls me up and spins me round, placing one hand on top of mine holding them in place against the wall. With his other hand he lines himself up with me, rubbing the head of his cock up and down my folds before gently sliding it into my wetness. He pauses as we both moan slightly at the sensation, before he slams in and out of me, setting a brutal pace. His fingers find my clit, and he soon gets that little bundle of nerves synapsing. Our breathing gets heavier as we both race towards a release. He slides his other hand up from my waist and holds my throat, pressing slightly on either side. I shudder as my orgasm immediately rips through me, my clenching pussy pulling his from him quickly after.
As we stand pressed together trying to catch our breath, I can't help but giggle.
"Okay, so that's not really the response a guy likes to hear after sex." AJ presses a kiss to my shoulder blade.
I turn towards him, a smile still playing on my lips.
"You were right. That was much much better to lick."
Walking back home after having lunch with my dad, I'm drawn to a dance studio a couple of blocks from my house. Looking down the list of classes they offer I see a couple of options I'd want to explore. Pushing open the door, the first thing I see is an empty front desk, with a phone ringing loudly. I stand like an idiot for five minutes, not seeing any way to get anyone's attention. The phone is constant the whole time. I walk round and answer it, the noise starting to give me a headache.
"Hi, how can I help?"
"Is this Clara's Dance School?" comes the voice down the phoneline.
"Great. I need to book studio time. Studio B please."
I look down at the messy desk and see a paper diary with a large Studio B printed on the front. Opening it up it's easily laid out, with a handy price list per hour of studio time sellotaped in the front.
"Um, okay? We have space all this week. How long did you need it for?"
"I'll need three hours, preferably on Thursday."
"Yeah, we can do that. That'll be $135 for three hours. Is two o'clock okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine. Put the booking down as Bobby, and just take the number down that I'm phoning from."
I quickly block out two til five on Thursday's column and scribble down the phone number off the screen.
"Okay, that's all booked in for you then. Have a nice day!"
"Thanks, you too."
A slow clap makes me jump, and I spin round to find a tall blonde lady beaming at me from a doorway. "When can you start?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I obviously need a proper receptionist, and you obviously know what you're doing. So when can you start?"
"You're offering me a job?" I shake my head, trying to make sense of her words.
"Yes! My name's Margo. I run this place, quite badly some would say. I need all the help I can get, so please please say yes." She smiles at me hopefully, her hands clasped together in front of her chest.
"Sure! That would actually be awesome." Margo squeals, and pulls me in for a hug. I can't help but laugh at her exuberance as I pat her on the back.
She shows me round the studio, and explains how the booking system and payment systems work. I pause in the studio with several large chrome poles in, and she smiles.
"Interested in pole dancing?"
"Um, maybe? I was a cheerleader in high school, and really just wanted to find something to keep me fit and flexible. Pole dancing always looked kinda fun." I shrug one shoulder.
"Well, look. I can't afford to pay ever such a lot, so what if I throw in free pole dancing lessons for you. They are every Wednesday night."
"That's so cool of you." I beam.
I smile to myself as I imagine AJ's reaction to my new hobby. Bet he asks for a private show.