Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 171

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Chapter 171

You, Gemma and Sabrina all stood up as Mosche approached you guys with a grateful smile on his face.

"Oh my God, I didn't think you were coming," he said.

"We wanted to support you and Tasha," Sabrina said, and hugged him quickly.

You and Gemma each hugged him as well, and you clapped him on the shoulder. "Dude, that was the best set I've heard you do. Your timing was on, you hit every beat. Great job!"

"Thanks," he grinned again.

"Hey, guys!" Tasha said, having followed Mosche into the seating area. Another quick round of hugs happened. The five of you chatted quickly, but intermission wasn't too long and Tasha had other friends who had come to see her and she wanted Mosche with her.

"Hey, quick question," she said before she pulled Mosche away. "Is it OK if I do some crowd work on you guys again?"

"You, absolutely," Gemma said. "It was funny and flirty. We're not looking to get into any fights tonight."

"Awesome, sounds good," she nodded. "We'll try not to spread around that you're here again. I mean, the others will figure it out once they hear you, but there should only be a few people on after me."

She grabbed Mosche's hand and led him away.

"She's cute," Gemma said as the three of you sat back down.

"Great tits, too," Sabrina noted.

"Not as nice as either of yours," you said, which earned you an eye roll from both of them.

"Stop trying to suck up, baby," Gemma said. "You've already got us. When we're talking about some other girl, just say what you actually think."

"OK, OK," you agreed. "Tasha has nice tits."

"As nice as Becks'?" Sabrina asked.

"Or Becca's?" Gemma asked.

"Wait, you've seen Becca's tits, too?" Sabrina asked you.

"Twice, actually," Gemma said.

That led into you telling the story of running into Becca in the kitchen late at nigh, and Sabrina ended up remembering that had happened and you'd told her about it but hadn't connected the who and where and it had slipped her mind. Then you surprised them both by mentioning that this time you'd gotten pictures of them too, which both of them immediately wanted to see. The crowd was starting to filter back to their tables, so you had to hold the phone low and under the table to show them.

"She does have nice tits," Sabrina nodded. "And she looked so good in that dress, and has that kind of swagger to her."

"She's the older sister I wish I'd had growing up," Gemma said.

"Except you kinda want a piece of her too, don't you," Sabrina smirked.

"No!" Gemma said, then slowly grinned and blushed. "OK, maybe a little."

"We're going to turn you into John's sexy bi girlfriend sooner than later," Sabrina eased her.

The lights started to dim, and your waitress came by with Sabrina's order of fries, and soon you were back to squeezing between the two of them. This time your arm was around Gemma's shoulder and your other hand was in Sabrina's lap holding one of hers - the other was needed for drinking and french fires.

The host introduced two more comics, and then one of the key antagonists from your last trip to the comedy club mounted the stage.

"Please give a warm welcome to the Mistress of Mayhem, Julie Miles!"

Julie hadn't exactly changed in the week since the last time. She had swapped out the booty shorts for a black leather skirt over her leather thigh-high boots, and had her hair up in a bun held in place with black chopsticks - you had to assume she'd seen that in a movie and thought it looked hot. To be fair, it felt a little bad disparaging her in your head. She couldn't help that she looked a way that you found unattractive. Then she opened her mouth and you remembered that you also found her demeanour unattractive as well.

"What's up, what's up, party people! I'm Julie Miles, but I like my bitches to call me their Bull Dyke!"

It was the exact same intro she'd used last time.

Julie's act hadn't changed much either. She talked about herself and her potential female partners crudely, earning some half-heart chuckles at best. Then she asked her big 'Who here eats pussy?' question to a few more cheers from the crowd. This was where Gemma had taken her off course last time, so you hoped that maybe 'Julie Miles, Bull Dyke' had a better second half to her act. Turned out she didn't.

That didn't stop her from finishing her routine early and pausing and smiling at the crowd with a 'and now for something different' kind of look.

"I hear we have a couple of special guests in the crowd," she said.

You groaned, knowing what had to be coming.

"You still out there, Australia, or were you too scared to go tete-a-tete with the Bull Dyke again?"

"Oh, I'm here," Gemma called back. "Not that I enjoyed your set any more than last time. I see you still haven't figured out how to talk about anything but pussy."

"Nothing better to talk about," Julie shot back, looking into the darkness without being able to see us. "Now, tell me this. Are you here with the same guy as last time?"

"You mean my stud of a boyfriend?" Gemma asked. "Yeah, of course he's here."

"Alright, so I've been thinking about this all week, Australia," Julie said. "How many Aussie's does it take to screw a fuckboy?"

"As many as want to hop on his dick," Gemma said. "Are you trying to kink shame us or something?"

"What? No," Julie said. "That's not- It takes-"

"Hey, babe," Sabrina said loudly, cutting Julie off. "You want to tell her about how we both sucked our boyfriend's cock earlier, or should I?"

The crowd erupted in cheers and jeers.