Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 170

Chapter 170

"You know, if you'd told me we were coming here I could have told Mosche to expect us," you said as you helped Sabrina out of the Uber. The three of you had ridden in the back seat together, and despite the fact that it would have made the most sense for Sabrina to sit in the middle as the shortest and slimmest of you all your girlfriends had insisted you sit in the middle so that you could put your arms around both of them. Gemma had been on the curbside, so you hadn't had the chance to be a little chivalrous for her since she got out first, but Sabrina accepted your hand with a smile.

"We thought about that," Gemma said. "But keeping things like this a little secret is fun. Sabrina wants to see his and Tasha's acts, and we should support them both considering they're pretty much the only other people we know in the city who don't work with us."

"That's fair," you said and found yourself quickly looped arm in arm with Sabrina on one side and hand in hand with Gemma on the other as you headed for the doors. The Open Mic Night had started about ten minutes ago, so you only hoped that there would be some seats.

Sabrina paid the cover for the three of you at the door, insisting that you weren't paying that night since this was them taking you out. The main sitting area was dark, the stage brightly lit as the first act was running through his jokes at lightning speed. The bar area was dim, but light enough that you could see a gathering of the various comics off to the side in one corner. Several of the same customers from last week when you'd come in with Gemma were in the group, and you kind of hoped that they weren't going to recognize you. They were spread over a few tables and booths so you didn't initially see Mosche or Tasha.

Gemma led you and Sabrina to the bar and ordered you each a Bramble and a beer, and paid the almost forty dollars for the drinks. Plus tip.

"OK," she said as she turned back to you. "Maybe we don't come here every week."

"That or we sneak in some flasks," Sabrina smirked.

Once you were delivered your drinks you went to the entryway to the stage area and one of the waitresses pointed you over to an empty table on the far left side of the room, blessedly out of the spotlight and away from the hot seat. The three of you got your seats and settled in.

It was the same host from last time, and there were a couple of the same acts working on their jokes. But now that you weren't the focus of the crowd work it was a lot easier to settle in and enjoy the comedy, or the bombs, in equal measure.

The girls also apparently had another idea, and in the deep dark you felt a hand crawl onto your thigh, and then higher to rest on your crotch. You looked over to Gemma and she grinned at you, and you lowered a hand to her leg, and then slid your fingers to her inner thigh. She spread her legs just a touch, encouraging you, and you slid your hand higher. Not under her dress, but definitely pushing it up just a bit so that you were very much holding an inappropriately personal area.

Glancing at Sabrina, you decided you wanted to make sure the fun was being had in equal measure and you tugged her chair closer to you so that you could wrap an arm around her shoulders. She flashed you a grin and rested her head on your shoulder. Then she looked at you again and bit the tip of her tongue playfully as your hand trailed down a bit more and played your fingers over her breast and nipple lightly through her blouse. She shifted closer hand and reached to feel up your crotch only to find Gemma's hand already there. They glanced around you at each other, grinning silently, and Sabrina let Gemma have your crotch as she put her hand on your leg and rubbed slowly.

Mosche ended up going on before intermission, and you and the girls left off your over-friendliness to clap and cheer loudly for him - way louder than any of the other comics had gotten. Sabrina even put two fingers in her mouth and whistled shrilly.

For his part, Mosche was beaming as he mounted the stage after receiving such an unexpected welcome. He tried to shade his eyes from the bright spotlights, but couldn't see you. He made a joke about being the popular guy in the room for once, which earned him a laugh at the self-deprecation, and then he went into his bit. Now, you had heard him perform it multiple times at this point both in the club and in the apartment. It was the best he'd ever done it. The crowd was on his side, which helped a lot, but you had to assume that the last-minute burst to his confidence did wonders for him too. When he left the stage he got a rousing round of applause from the entire club, including big cheers from the back where the comics were. They'd seen him finally nail a set after months and months of trying, and were recognizing him as one of their own.

The host came up and announced the intermission, and the lights raised as people started standing up and shifting towards the bar.

"You folks need anything?" a waitress came by, then her eyes widened as she recognized you and Gemma - she was the same waitress who had gotten caught up in the snarky repartee as she'd tried to serve you last week. "Oh, it's you guys."

"Hey," Gemma grinned. "We're back."

"Well, at least you're back here this time," the waitress smirked. "I don't think any of the comics know you're here or they would probably try to pick some fights again."

"I was hoping to avoid that this time," you said. "We're just here to support our friends."

Sabrina ended up ordering a basket of french fries for the three of you to share, and you all decided not to order another round of cocktails or beers to save your wallets. As the waitress was about to turn away with your order Gemma touched her arm. "Could you let Mosche know that his fans are over here?"

"Sure," the waitress smiled. "You guys really helped him out. I usually feel bad for the guy - he tries so hard and wasn't seeing a real hit. He needed tonight."

She left, and Sabrina immediately turned and leaned forward to talk with Gemma. "She definitely has a crush on him, right?"

"For. Sure," Gemma said. "I mean, maybe just a pity-crush, but she'd totally fuck him if he made a move."

"Wait, hold on," you said. "You mean that chick would hook up with Mosche?"

"Oh, for sure," Sabrina nodded. "I mean, probably not long term, but one night after he does well, or bombs? She'd definitely be willing to make a mistake with him."

"It's OK, babe," Gemma said, rubbing your leg. "You don't need to understand women any more. You've got us locked in." She pursed her lips and you kissed her.

"Both of us," Sabrina prompted you, and you leaned in to kiss her as well.

"Guys? You came!"

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To Be Continued...