She had to admit that if she didn’t know him, hadn’t had<i>years</i>of experience at his hands and in his employment, she might have assumed that he was actually doing her a favor. But really, who was doing<i>whom</i>a favor? Without her and any of the other girls, Georgie would not have a successful business. He used them as much as any person could without actually killing them and in turn, he was killing in profit. Even though Briar Rose might not have been a star like some of the other girls were, she was still on any given day, raking in the dough. And it was all for Georgie. The little prick for sure knew this and still he made them grovel at his feet like they were dogs begging for scraps of bone.<br/><br/>In her current state, things moved slower (thank the good heavens for good Mundy weed) and it took her a second to realize that she was holding out her hand for a receiver that had already been pulled away. Georgie wanted a kiss.<i>Why?</i>He had her in the palm of his hand; she wasn’t going anywhere. The blue ribbon around her neck was proof of that. The only reason he wanted her to kiss him was to show her just how much control he had over her. What could she do but say “yes”?<br/><br/>Rising from her seat, Aurora walked around the desk to where her boss sat and placed her hand on his chest. Gently, she guided him back into his seat and like any other lap on any other day in the<i>Puddin’ &amp; Pie</i>, she sat down on his, her bare thighs making contact with his trousers. She had on a light blue thong beneath her satin nightie, but other than those two pieces of undergarments, she was as naked as the day she had been born. She wrapped her long arms around his neck and without a word, she leaned into his face and kissed him.<br/><br/>The second their lips made contact, Briar Rose lost herself to Georgie’s spell. A shiver ran down her spine as she experienced the strongest high she had yet to date. The taste of whiskey transferred to her tongue and she was sure he could taste the joint from hers. Her nipples, long and pink, hardened beneath her nightie, threatening to break through the thin veil of material that covered them. Her abdomen clenched as she swirled her tongue with his.<i>Oh, Georgie,</i>she breathed, unable to remember ever hating him in the first place.