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George Miller, now known as Georgia Miller, works the 1950s diner floor in a blue skirt so short it barely hides what’s underneath, his circumcised penis, and every waitress on shift wants that in their vaginas—especially Dolly, the prostitute who works here, with the knowing green eyes he fucks her vagina between refills like close friends having sex. Then Ruby Maynard arrives in a dangerously low-cut Aunt Jemima dress.
Georgia is wiping down the counter when Dolly slides up behind him, her palm flat on his ass through the thin cotton of his skirt, her smirk close to his ear. She turns him to face her, hooks a thumb
Georgia turns the lock and pulls the door open, the corridor empty except for the fryer hiss and a coffee cup still steaming on the shelf by the kitchen pass. Dolly's hand finds the small of his back
Ruby's smile doesn't waver as she says, 'I won't tell Hazel nothing. But I want something in return.' She lets the tray slide down her hip to the floor with a clatter, and her hand comes to rest on th
Dolly doesn't answer Hazel. She grabs Georgia's wrist, hauls him off the tray, and pulls him into the storage closet, locking the door behind them. She pushes him against the shelves, her green eyes h
Georgia feels Dolly's hand freeze under his as he turns the deadbolt, the click loud in the quiet. The door swings open to Hazel's flat stare, her key still in her fingers, her gaze dropping to the da