Karl considered the two gorgeous chicks in front of him. They might have been sisters with their identical height and proportions, but beyond that they were like night and day. The one on the left was pale with a long tumble of slightly mussed jet black hair, a spacey look in her big dark eyes. The one on the right had hair red as fire and a light dusting of freckles across all the upper slopes of her body, nose, shoulders, breasts. She seemed flushed and nervous. Her eyes kept drifting back toward James. That decided it for him.
"What's your name?" Karl turned toward the dark haired girl.
Josie's shoulders sunk a little and her breathy voice carried a trace of irritation, but she forced herself to smile a second after James cleared his throat, "J-josie!"
"Josie what?" Karl smiled, cheeks warm and feeling a little flustered himself. The redhead said they weren't hookers so he didn't want to come on too strong, which wasn't his style anyway.
"Um, Washburn," put on the spot Josie said her real last name without thinking, which might have led to unforeseen complications if she was planning on staying female. Hopefully, after this she will have paid off whatever James felt she owed him and be back to normal.
"Josie Washburn," James took her hand in his with an awkward half shake, half courtly gesture. Josie almost took her hand back, but caught James giving her an encouraging look from in the corner of her eye. Josie allowed herself to be led her over to the bar. Karl allowed himself a single appraising look, but tried to keep being nice, "Pretty name. Can I get you a drink?"
"Uh, sure," Josie blushed a little, well aware of her new role in the little dance that was going on. She was a little bummed that she was going to have to put out AGAIN in the same night, but Karl was being very gracious and gentlemanly - - and it was kind of neat to be the one checked out and flattered and served drinks. It took her a second to figure out how to sit down in her super tight dress, but she was eager for another drink - - it would help her get into the act - - and quickly managed to leverage herself onto the stool.
Ashley rolled her eyes at the compliment to Josie's name then looked daggers at the taller girl in the scanty black dress. As Josie sat herself on the stool next to the goth girl Ashley very deliberately got up and headed out a back doorway concealed by a beaded curtain. Neither of the two prospective lovebirds noticed. Karl came around the other side of the small bar and spread his hands, taking in the bottles of vodka, whiskey, rum, and wine with a game show host smile, "What'll you have? Blowjob? Orgasm? Sex on the Beach?"
The line was lame and over eager. Josie's smile faltered, especially when she realized Karl's eyes were jittery due to darting from one place revealed by the numerous cutouts in her dress to another as they were from genuine nervousness. Something must have shown in her eyes because Karl suddenly looked regretful and contrite, "Uh, hey, look, that, uh, that wasn't very funny, I guess..."
Josie liked how nervous Karl seemed. He was even blushing! It was almost cute, like a puppy caught pissing on the carpet. It was the total opposite of her experiences thus far with James. It made her feel powerful. Josie mustered up whatever approximation of busty, ballsy hot chick swagger she could manage and broke into what she hoped was a seductively evil smile.
"Just give me a long hard shot of the best you got, bartender," and, fearing she might not have quite pulled it off, Josie went for overkill with a playful wink.
Karl laughed in relief and poured Josie a triple from the expensive bottle of scotch Chet and Bree had pitched in together to buy for his birthday.
