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abandoned me.” I folded my arms,
stomped to the bar and slid onto a high barstool. To the attractive blonde
bartender, I snapped, “Give me a cosmo, please. And make it a double.”
    She eyed me with curiosity. “Yes ma’am. Coming right up.”
    Coming is right. I’d come like I’d never come before. And
now it was all over. Probably no nap, no Jaz coming by after work. I’d been
screwed not only in the literal sense but in the abandoned sense.
    This could not be happening. No one had ever abandoned me in this way before. But then again I’d never had competition as
sexy and alluring as Jazmine. I’d always been the most sought-after woman in
every room I’d ever walked into.
    The bartender set a napkin on the bar and placed the
cosmopolitan in front of me. “That’ll be ten dollars. Or are you starting a
tab?”
    “Yes—wait. No. Fuck those two. I’m not sitting here all
alone. I’m going to get in on the action.” I scoped the room while I dug a
twenty out of the zipper pocket in my leather dress. The cage remained busy,
the focal point of the dance area. My pussy wetted at the sight of all the
naughtiness enclosed in the cage. I handed the bill over to her, neglecting to
give her my full attention. “Keep the change. I’ll be back for the next round
when I’m done.”
    I barely noticed when the bartender gawked at the twenty and
gasped. “Sounds good to me, doll. Come on back any time. And thank you. Very
kind of you.”
    Being a successful fashion designer—this sexy dress was my
design—I could afford to drop tips like rain. I lifted the drink to my mouth,
appreciating the fact she’d made good on my request for a double. The
sweet-tart flavor, potent vodka and cool wetness flowed over my tongue. Is that
what pussy would taste like?
    Dammit, I’d been so close to finding out.
    I’d loved being Jaz’s recipient—who wouldn’t, given her
beauty and ability to bewitch a person? But I still yearned to give
pussy-eating a try and to be the meat between a man and woman.
    Over the rim of the martini glass I scrutinized the cage
from an off-center angle where I could see the confined animals’ sides
and part of their backs. A buff man pressed the curvy brunette with fake
breasts against the bars, her bare ass toward the crowd. He held her so tightly
and kissed her with so much aggression she had pink welts on her creamy-white
backside. The tip of his cock periodically peeped from below her left rump
cheek.
    What the hell? I strained to see what he was doing. The long
sip of the drink I took settled in my stomach and started to give me a nice
buzz. So did the letdown of my inhibitions when I moved closer and realized he
fucked her between her legs without entering her, his cock sliding forward and
backward over her slit. Several men groped her breasts while a woman reached in
and massaged the man’s balls.
    Oh yeah. Screw Frank and Jazmine. I gulped down the
remainder of the cocktail, set the glass on a nearby table and made my way to
the cage.

Chapter Four
     
    “ What is she doing?” As if I didn’t know.
    Plain as night, Giovanna danced alone inside the voyeur
cage.
    Wow, and what a sex kitten.
    Frank stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets. His jaw tensed
and his eyes glittered. “Looks like she’s screwing us over. What the hell
happened?”
    I sidled through the crowd, pushing people aside. Frank
followed me. Over my shoulder I yelled, “That’s what I was going to ask you.
The last time I saw her she was in your hands.”
    “I went to take a piss, for Christ’s sake.” He gripped my
upper arms and guided me around a group of gawking men and women. “Bathroom was
all backed up. I had to wait in line. Went back to the party room and she was
gone, now here she is.”
    We continued to wind our way toward the cage until people
took note of us. Apparently my stripper status here helped. The mob parted and
let me through just like always. “You’re full of it. Long lines are only