Free Front Man 3 : Full Frontal (Part #3 of the Front Man series) by Adora Bell Page B

not
be so screwed up about life. Maybe he’d be ready to give us a
shot. Besides, she was just a kid when she disappeared, god knows
where she ended up. She might need help.”
    “Well I know
exactly where she ended up, and she could probably do with a ticket
out of there. She’s waiting tables at the Pussy Parlor.”
    “That gross
old strip joint out at 47th? I thought they closed that place down?”
    “Nah, some
new guy bought the place, jazzed it up. It’s actually pretty
swanky inside now…for one of those bars, anyway.”
    “You’re
sure that’s the right girl? Those places are dark.”
    “She served
us for like, three hours. She’s a little older now, I guess,
but…man, I’m so sure that’s her.”
    “Erica, what
the hell were you even doing at a strip club?”
    The normally
unflappable Erica blushed. “Um…well, Matt really wanted
to try it. Said his buddy takes his girlfriend all the time and it
really, you know, spices things up. I thought it sounded like fun. “
    “And was it?”
    “Hell yeah. I
was worried, thought it might be gross or full of really creepy guys
bothering the girls. But it’s all young guys in suits, big
groups of girls and couples. And the girls were awesome. The things
they can do with a pole…I mean, seriously, they must have
incredible thigh muscles. It was actually really hot.”
    “I’ve
always wondered what that might be like.”
    “Me too!
Until last week I mean. Man, this one chick, Destiny…she came
to our table for a private dance. She’s flirting with Matt,
grinding on him a bit, getting him all hot under the collar. Then
she comes over and straddles me. She’s wearing this tiny little
g-string, completely topless, and her breasts were just insane…if
those were fake, then I want to get myself a pair, you know. She’s
wiggling her ass and cupping her boobs in my face, and then she leans
over and whispers in my ear, “You can touch if you want. Those
rules are just for the boys.”
    “Holy shit!
Did you?”
    “Of course I
did. She was smokin’ hot…she grabbed my hands and put
them on her breasts, Matt’s eyes were practically popping out
of his head. She was all oiled up, I don’t know what they use
but it smells incredible. She was guiding my hands all over her, and
her skin was so soft, but she had such a tight body…man, it’s
getting me wet just thinking about it.”
    “Erica!”
    ‘What? I get
horny when Matt’s away. I have needs. No offense, but you must
be feeling pretty needy yourself by now.”
    Sara felt her
cheeks flame, but she nodded. It had only been three months, but it
felt like forever since she’d been touched. She had started
having increasingly erotic dreams, waking in the middle of the night
panting , her panties soaked with her own juices.
    “Maybe we
should just go lesbian,” Erica giggled, “who needs men
anyway? Not when we have our battery operated friends.”
    “Yeah, maybe
I should just give up waiting and get a vibrator.”
    “What?!”
Erica shrieked, sitting up suddenly, “ you don’t own a
vibrator?”
    “Never have,”
Sara admitted. “I always kinda wanted to try it, but I felt
weird buying one. I know you can order them online and stuff, but
then the postman might see it…”
    “Oh Sara, you
are a crazy person. You seriously don’t know what you’re
missing. But today is your lucky day buddy, come on!” Erica got
to her feet, giggling and a little unsteady, and dragged Sara to her
bedroom. Holding on to her dresser for support, she rifled through
one of the drawers. Sara slumped down on Erica’s double bed,
feeling suddenly way too drunk. Erica soon joined her, triumphantly
brandishing a small, pink box.
    “Here we go.
Matt bought me this for Valentine’s Day, but I already owned
the same model. He knows me so well! I never even took it out of the
box, so it’s yours if you want it.”
    Sara examined the
vibrator through the cellophane window. It looked slightly
terrifying, covered in bumps