Georgia

"Has this happened before?"

She sighed, than slowly responded. "No, in the past the subjects were in very controlled environments: house parties, private clubs, and the like. Places where rules are strictly set. I think it was very careless of you to take her to a public club without the appropriate safeguards." She continues her tirade but I cease listening, I notice a car drive past mine the license read DEN ART.

"I have to let you go." She was still talking when I hung up. I tossed the phone to the side and blasted full bore after DEN ART.

* * *

Clothes, I need some outfits for tonight. I feel so strange, I've fucked two guys in the last twenty-four hours, but that's not unusual, is it? I feel jumbled, it's like having a song on the tip of your tongue but you can't remember the name or the words, just the melody. I wander through downtown like a zombie and finally find my way to one of the stripper apparel boutiques.

The boutique is cotton candy and cum. The interior decorator seemed to be going for a circus feel mixed with seventies raunch porn. I love it, all the confusion I had outside melted away when I walked in. I tried on bubble gum colored latex bras and panties. Pasties, corsets, rip away skirts. I tried them all on and with each one I felt more sexy, more sultry, more slutty, and more of an incredible piece of sexuality. The worries, the strangeness was gone and in its place was this overwhelming confidence. I find a credit card at the bottom of my purse, I hand it to the counter girl and pay. I'm looking at the card and having an incredibly hard time reading my last name. I shake it off and put the card back in my purse.

* * *

I barreled down the road weaving amongst the traffic at a maddening speed. My heart was a rhino in bloody rampage crashing in my chest more violently with each passing moment. I don't think I breathed for two minutes. I was nearly crashed into by a city bus and narrowly avoided traffic as I sped through a red light. DEN ART turned into a parking ramp, I followed took a ticket and parked.

Why had I wanted her to forget, was this part of the fantasy, this hunt. I was exhilarated. I had to wonder if the possibility hadn't occurred to me before we began. It seemed an odd time to think about the origins of our situation, stalking through a parking garage at midday.

I saw him three cars down he was dressed in jeans and a sport coat. His hair was tied back in a ponytail. The sleaze had been washed away apparently. I was full of hate by that point. I crept up on him, spun him round by the shoulder and landed a punch to his stomach, he crumpled, and started crawling away gasping for air as he crawled. "Where is she?" I yelled at him.

"Who?" My hand throbbed from the punch. I had a moment of clarity. Why was I angry at him? He didn't know what had happened to her. How could he?

"Georgia." I said, anger still trying to hang on in my voice.

He stood up, leaned against the wall for support and looked at me. "Name doesn't ring a bell." He said it and my first thought was: am I wrong? How many guys can there be with the name Den walking around? I could be wrong though, he looks cleaner than I remember.

"Are you Den?" He nodded, "You went home with a woman last night, her name was Georgia. It's important that I find her."

"Yeah whatever. Unfortunately pal it's none of your business, and really it's not my problem either." He started to walk away, his strength and composure returned.

"She's my wife."

"I don't care."

I grab him again, his fist flew up ready, and I backed off. "She has a kind of amnesia, she could hurt herself."

He was still coiled for a fight. "You best get out of here before I beat the shit out of you. As far as I'm concerned we're even steven so move along."

"You remember."

He threw his hands up and walked away "Fuckin' strippers."

* * *

The skirt on my mini dress keeps riding up showing my ass cheeks off. Two men in a blue car pull over as I'm walking, one black with dreadlocks, the other white and clean cut. They smile, beckon me over and I melt a little. "Hey." I say.

"Hey, why don't you come over here?" I do, and I lean in. "My friend and I are looking for some company." He thinks I'm a hooker. I stand up and see my reflection on his car. I understand why, the outfit I wore out of the boutique is making my tits pop out and my skirt is riding high enough that you can see my g-string. Well shit, why not play the part I'm dressed for.

I lean back down. "What did you have in mind?"

"Get in and find out." He replies, the white guy gets out and gets in the back then I slip in. They smell like good cologne. The black guy is driving, I have the strangest impulse to tuck one of his dreads behind his ear, I follow through and he meets my gaze. He gingerly puts his hand behind my head and I follow the motion. I bend down as he drives, unzip his fly and play with his cock. It doesn't need much coaxing before it comes to life. Something comes over me and suddenly his dick is my world, I worship it for the duration of the ride. His sperm, when it comes, is sweeter then I remember.

In a kind of afterglow daze I find myself in a hotel room with the white guy. "Did you like that? In the car?" He asks, I nod. "You like being a whore?" I thought for a moment and felt a pang of offense but it was washed away when I saw the creature in the mirror. I did like it, I did want it, and I don't know why I never did this before. I suppose night after night would wear on me but here and now I am glad to be a whore. I want to be fucked.

I nod as I pull my mini dress over my head. "I love it." I put my arms around his neck. I'm tiny next to him.

"What do you want me to do?" He says.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that question?" He smiles, "Take off your pants." He does " Now my panties." He follows the direction. I pull myself up with his neck and lower myself onto his waiting cock. It enters and he moans, "First time with a whore?" He nods and presses my back against a wall. "Good?" He moans, I feel every vein as he thrusts. I throw my head back and wail as he pounds into me. This is my life, this is my pursuit, this is what I am, a fucking nympho.

He spins and puts me on the bed as he drives into me with gusto. I claw his back, bite his shoulder, and rip at him as I buck into his thrusts. He pours into me and collapses at the foot of the bed. I'm a little hurt when he gets up and leaves, but the black guy comes in.

I'm lying on the bed not quite satisfied but very contented and he kneels on the bed. He's stark naked and massive, "Turn over." He says to me, and I comply. I see the headboard and little else, my cheek is forced into the pillow and each thrust sends shockwaves through my body. I cum and start to shiver as he continues, the room gets dark and I pass out.

* * *

I wandered around downtown checking every bar, strip club, and sex shop I came across. I entered the Wet Dream; a half naked girl sat on a stool next to the glass booth where the bouncer sat. "Twelve dollar cover." He said without passion. The girl smiled at me.

"Have you seen this woman?" I showed him Georgia's picture.

"Don't know, you see twelve dollars in my hand?" The girl giggled.

I paid him, "Have you seen her?"

"Maybe, I see a lotta people."

"Rhino don't be mean." The girl piped in then said, "I think I saw her, she was lookin' for work I think."

"Thank you." I passed her and entered the club; it smelled of vomit and was all but empty. I saw two older men at the stage watching a girl dance. There was a stripper at the bar and a smarmy guy in a tie bitching out the bartender for some unknown offense. I walked up to the bar, the stripper smiled at me " Manager?" I point to the guy in the tie, she nods.

The tirade finished he turned to me, "Is there something I can help you with?"

I flashed the picture, "Have you seen this girl?" He instantly shook his head. "It's important that I find her."

"Sorry I can't help you."

"One of your dancers said she was here, looking for work."

"Are you a cop?" He smiled at me.

"No. She's my wife." His grin got bigger, like he was holding back a laugh.

"Let me get you a beer." I shook my head, "No I insist." He poured a tap and handed it too me. "She was here. A very friendly girl. I'm thinking, from our interview, that she doesn't want to be found. Maybe you are her husband, I didn't see a ring, but hey what do I know. But, maybe you're just one of those guys that got a crush on a stripper and thinks he can mend her broken wings. Seriously, I can't tell you anything about her man, and I can't have you snooping around here looking for her." His grin was ear to ear, threatening to overwhelm his face.

I felt rage burrowing up into my chest as he spoke. I couldn't stop him talking, my tongue was pulsing in my mouth stopping up saliva and damming any words. I stood up and started heading for the door. "No." I said in one short stifled breath.

"What was that?" he asked as he started to drink the tap he had poured for me.

I bounded over the bar and plowed into him like a freight train. The bartender tried to pry me off but I was relentless, each punch connecting. Muscle, flesh, and bone were malleating under my blows. Rhino left his glass booth, cracked me across my right temple and kicked me in the balls. I fell to the ground wheezing and found myself on the asphalt outside in short order.

* * *

I wake up in the hotel room. The men are gone but in their place I find three hundred dollars on an end table. I quickly shower, get dressed and collect my things. Downstairs I book myself a room. I guess I'm homeless right now, though I don't remember why or how long. Throughout the day there have been these niggling questions and for whatever reason I haven't wanted or bothered to answer them, but they keep popping up. Where do I live? Why haven't I worked in so long? How do I have a credit card? What's my last name? Most of all, do I want to know?

My name is Georgia, I am a stripper, and I guess I could be a hooker. The question was posed last night and I remember taking such offense to it then, but today on the street those men bought me. I don't live anywhere; I must've been kicked out of my place, prudish landlords. Maybe, I was hooking there. Yes that's what happened, a prudish landlady who didn't approve of my lifestyle kicked me out of my apartment.

I was trying to give up this lifestyle. I was gonna stop stripping, but fuck that, that is my motherfuckin' calling. I am a new woman today and no one is gonna change me. I love my life, I love sex, and monogamy is for pussies. It doesn't matter how I got here or why, what matters is that I'm here.

I look in the mirror, not so much the slut, just a woman waiting for something to happen. I want to let go, to be the slut, the hooker, the wet dream, but I don't know what I'm letting go of. Is it better, is it worse. I need a drink.

* * *

I went back to the parking garage, bruised and battered. DEN ART was still there. The building was a series of lofts and offices. His name was on the directory so I went to his studio with only a half inkling as to why I was there. His doorway was unadorned save for the number, I knocked and nearly ran but he answered too quickly.

"What do you want?" He answered with about the least amusement of anyone I'd ever met.

" I need your help." He began closing the door and I pressed forward. "I'll pay you."

He paused then finally let me in. A very business-like desk, a massive picnic table, a ten-foot high canvas with charcoal sketching, and a large bed with a naked girl lounging on it occupied the studio. She looked startled and quickly covered herself when I walked in. "Quickly." He said and sat at his desk.

I told him everything that had happened; I explained the hypnosis, the trigger words, the subsequent search, and the final confrontation. After I was done he asked why I had come to him with this. "Honestly, I don't know." I said to him, "you're connected to this and I thought you as an artist might understand."

"I don't understand at all. How could you do that to her?"

"She agreed to it; but I should have known better. However we got here we're in this situation now and I'm not going to lay down." The girl was listening in now and Den looked lost in thought. "Den, she's in danger. Think if she were your wife."

"If she were mine she wouldn't be in this situation." He stands up and pulls his sport coat on. "I'll help you."

* * *

"Someone was lookin' for you." Some girl says to me as I come in to the club. I turn back and ask who. "I don't know some guy, beat the shit out of Brady."

"Oh no, is he alright." So much for trying to negotiate my stage fee.

"Yeah, little banged up but he's fine."

I go into the dressing room and find a spot to change. A wall of mirrors greet me and I can't help but smile. I change into a cute little piece. The makeup completes the picture, I am transformed no longer the slut, now I am the adorable curious schoolgirl. I start bopping my head bouncing my curls around. Out on the floor I approach a man almost immediately, I haven't even had a drink, but little girls don't drink alcohol. I sit down next to him and flutter my lashes.

"How much for a lap dance." This greasy construction worker asks me.

"I can sit on your lap for twenty dollars." I smile at him.

"Twenty just to sit?"

"You'll really like it mister." I bend over in front so he can see my pretty ass. I turn to see his reaction, he nods and I sit on his lap and flip myself around so I'm facing him. I rock slowly back and forth his cock stiffening beneath the denim. He holds a twenty in his hand as I grab at it he lifts it out of my reach. I whimper and he flicks the bill against my mouth. I stick out my tongue, he places the twenty on my tongue I grab it with my teeth.

I walk around the club repeating the encounter. Flirt, sit, grind, and get money. Back in the dressing room I'm getting ready to dance. I decide to stick with the schoolgirl motif through the dance. Sweet and innocent with the body and sex drive of a grown woman. I dance, I strip, I'm naked except for my g-string midway through, and do individual lap dances for the rest of the song.

I go back after my dance and change into a hardcore hair metal outfit. Booze and coke, I'm a groupie, a starfucker all in black fishnets and teased hair. Back on the floor I see Den, I play it cool get myself a drink and bum a cigarette, before I sit with Den.

"You want a lap dance?"

* * *

I watched him go in and sat back. My nerves were on fire, I thought as I sat in the car that he would run away with her, forget about me and just go. Then reality bled in, Georgia, as perfect as I thought she was, for him was a one night stand that was becoming more work than she was worth. The end was near, soon she'd be back and everything would go back to normal. I didn't want to think that the effects of one day would permanently affect her so I eclipsed all doubt with mindless optimism.

An hour passed and I began to get nervous. I was lost in thought when Rhino pulled me out of the car and beat me to the ground. I blacked out.

* * *

It's nice to see Den again but his story is freaking me out just a little. He told me my husband was looking for me and that he should go with him. I tell him I don't have a husband but he insisted that I go with him. I see Brady and I get all gooey. He doesn't look too bad for having been beat up, maybe that dancer was full of it. Den is still talking when Brady waves me over. I don't know what he's babbling about as I leave.

"You know that guy baby?" I nod.

"He's just a friend."

"Just stopped by huh?" Something in his tone is menacing, but I don't feel like it's towards me. So I spill just in case. I tell him the story Den told me about my supposed husband and some kind of hypnosis. "Thanks Georgia." I nod and go to the dressing room.

* * *

I didn't see Den anywhere. The room was painted in black and glitter. There were two supports that were adorned with red silver garland. Rhino had his arm around my neck, and Brady sat on a small folding chair.

"It's good to see you pal." He stands and walks up to me, "I don't know what your game is man but you come in and a few hours later you got a friend of yours come in and try the same thing. I've got a duty to protect these girls from predators."

"I don't think you have all the details." I responded as best I could.

"No, I do have all the details Sidney. Den was kind enough to explain everything."

I struggle against Rhino, forced my heel into the top of his foot and made a break for Brady. Before I was able to get there Rhino clubbed me in the back of the head. "You fuck." I spat at him.

"Now, Georgia is gonna come in here and I'm gonna warn you just once, if you say a word to her Rhino will kill you. One syllable and he'll snap your neck do you understand?"

I nod, and as if I didn't understand Rhino pressed against my neck. Georgia came out, she was dressed in a tiny skirt that was more of a wide belt, a tube top that threatened to burst, pink aviator glasses, and this super gloss lip balm, cock sucking lips as they say. She doesn't even move like my Georgia, she doesn't even look at me; her focus is entirely on Brady. He whispers something in her ear and she steps out between the supports and begins a slow striptease.

* * *

Brady told me to go change. He was very specific about what I should wear. I stare into the mirror absorbing my new identity as I get dressed. I think about it and smile, I'm Brady's slut, I'm his bitch, he can tell me to do anything and I'll do it. God I feel sexy, I don't know what he wants me to do but I'm hoping I'll get fucked.

I walk into the box, that's what they call the room in the back, it's where Brady brings his big clients for the special shows. Rhino is holding a man by his throat and I see Brady, God I want to fuck him.

I bend down and he whispers in my ear, " I want you to strip for this nice man then I want you to suck my cock."

"Yum." I say and lick my lips. It's so hard to strip for this guy when all I want to do is jump Brady.

I wish they would take this guy out of here, something about him is freaking me out. I don't recognize him, but I do at the same time. All those nervous queezy moments throughout the day come back, and I'm trying to stuff them down just imagine what Brady's gonna do to me later, or maybe Den. God he keeps watching me, I focus on Brady, I hope he doesn't notice. Then I'm done hiding beneath my shades I'm completely nude. I drop to the floor and crawl on hands and knees to Brady's waiting cock. I unzip his fly and stroke his cock with my hands, he's moaning, I've forgotten all about Rhino and that guy. I lick his cock from from the base to the tip and swallow him down. He's pulling at my hair and I'm fingering myself as I suck and lick and attack his dick.

* * *

That was what I wanted. To see her with reckless abandon fuck, suck, and kiss another man. I had it there in that room and my sole thought was that I was about to kill that man on the dirty metal folding chair. As she was sucking his dick I was attacking Rhino. I pushed back against the wall as hard as I could. I lucked out the blow knocked the wind out of him. I capitalized on it and followed by shoving my elbow into his throat. As he fell I kicked his chest and felt a crunch.

I turned in time to see Georgia sucking his tongue. I paused then yelled "Hallowed!"

* * *

Sidney, I am the wife of Sidney Mortimer. We've been married for five years. I am a paralegal. All these memories come flooding back like a deluge. But I can also remember everything I had done, everything I thought, everything I wanted to be. The stripper was occupying space in my head. I look around, I'm naked, on my knees and Brady is spent in front of me. I stand up and see Sidney, bruised and bloodied, I shake uncontrollably and start laughing and crying and I run into Sidney's arms.