Nashville Pussy (Season 2)
Copyright© 2026 by SZENSEI
Episode 19: GO CAT GO
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 19: GO CAT GO - Season two continues the insanity that is Nashville. With a criminal organization like Watchtower making all the rules, the population thrives on the ability to get away with whatever they want. Naked in the streets. Primal sex in front of everyone. Businesses promoting lude acts. Pet stores that sell human pets. Strip clubs gone beyond extreme. Schools teaching all the wrong subjects. Is it no wonder Nashville is the fastest growing city in the U.S? YEEHAW!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Hypnosis Mind Control Romantic Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Workplace Incest Mother Son Sister Father Daughter Uncle Niece Nephew BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Orgy Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Mischief in Memphis!
Sidewalk strutting, Svetlana Goboldsky was sweating her ass off carrying her bags of clothing. She was sorely tempted to go back to the hotel and unload her purchases before going back out for more. Stubborn she continued on until she reached her next destination. Finally!
“Priscilla’s! Fancy schmancy! Fur on sale. Mm! Look good in mink. Miss Siberia only for that.”
Eying her reflection in the window she looked as if she had just taken a shower, her hair was even stringy in the tips. “Too hot for fur. Temperature and me. Another day rodents who give life for beauty.” Poor things! She knew the furs were not faux. Only fox! Okay, she was having second thoughts!
“I am fox. So very tempted!”
Entering the store she was met by a forewarned sister. One very foxy sister herself. Evergreen Cantwell’s slightly older sister Gypsy bounced in step over seeing her. “You must be Svetty.”
“Da! Very sweaty!”
“It is a long walk in this heat. Your shorts are almost transparent.”
“Cotton caught in.” She smirked! “Ignore camel jockey.”
“Oh, God! Evergreen said you were hilarious. I’m Gypsy Rose Cantwell.”
“It is pleasure. Why sell fur in such heat.”
“That’s my employer’s idea. Fifty percent off.”
“I compromise! Buy half of mink.”
“We do sell boleros.”
“Bo Derek collection?”
“Too funny!”
“I’m afraid this store might be out of your financial realm.” A voice stepped in from behind a mannequin.
“We don’t know that Rachel. My sister just sold her ten outfits.”
“Of course, she did. That discount den is hopelessly meant for the middle class.”
“This is the store’s owner, Rachel Forbes.”
“Owner of 500?” Svetty mocked her. “Bottom of list.” Fortune, that is!
“Excuse me?”
“Could buy entire store. Google Ivan Goboldsky. Not here to buy, only to meet Gypsy. She hold true fortune.”
“Ivan ... Goboldsky?” Rachel bulged her eyes. “The Russian billionaire?”
“Da! Da!” As in Dad Dad! “Maybe I buy store and give to Gypsy.”
“What? Whoa! Please don’t! I’m not cut out to be a business owner.”
“She can barely run the register.”
“Gee, thanks!”
“Evergreen say she was bitch. Know for sure now. Black sheep of family, I buy black bolero. Gypsy look good in white.” She was wearing a white dress.
“Considering how see through your shorts are I would suggest a full coat to cover up before you get arrested.”
“Sugar Dada fancy lawyer. I take chances.”
“Braggart!” Rachel thought, disbelieving her over being related to Ivan Golboldsky. She simply presumed her to be a Russian acting out the lost Romanoff scenario. Rich sensed rich and Svetty portrayed hooker. Unless she produced platinum cards she was nothing but a pauper. No floosy would pull black wool over her eyes.
“In that case, Gypsy, show her the good stuff.”
“Happy with mediocre. Not spoiled brat! Fur boleros for Gypsy, Evergreen, and I. Parting gift!”
“You don’t have to do that Svetty. That’s a lot of money.”
“Her father’s money.” Rachel grew snide. “Or rather her so called lawyer boyfriend.”
“Nyet! My money! I make more when I go home.”
“Russia?”
“Nashville.”
“What brought you over to America?”
“Land of Free, Home of Brave!”
“Where is ICE when we need them?” Rachel rolled her eyes. “I bet she doesn’t even have a green card, let alone a platinum card.”
Her phone ringing on the counter Gypsy clenched her teeth. By the ring tone she knew it was her mother.
“Oh, for God’s sake answer your mother.” Rachel lost it as Svetty examined the bolero collection.
“I’ll only be a second.”
Leaving Svetty, Gypsy hurried to pick up her phone. “Hi, Mom! Bad timing! What? How did you know ... did Ever call you?” Listening to Magda Cantwell, Gypsy bulged her eyes over the information she was relating. “You are too good. That’s crazy! I will never understand how you do what you do. Tarot, or not! Let me call you back.” Hanging up Gypsy took a moment to absorb what her mother had to share. With Rachel sneering at her she rushed back to assist Svetlana.
“Uh! My mom says to buy the mink. Don’t ask how she knows you are even looking for a coat.”
“Psychic!”
“Malarky!” Rachel scoffed! “You just made that up.”
“I swear I didn’t! My sister didn’t even tell mom about Svetty. She didn’t mention her by name but knew that a blonde woman was here looking for a few things. A mink coat was one of them. She also said to warn you of your boyfriend’s ... past. Take that with a grain of salt, we don’t mean to interfere.”
“Boyfriend have own life. I have own life. We enjoy time together is all.”
“Oh! Okay! Sorry!”
“No need to apologize. Open minds link with free spirit world. Ask mother!”
“That’s why Evergreen and I grew up like we did. Mom... “ She bit her tongue due to Rachel’s hovering.
“Enjoy life!”
Her phone ringing again Gypsy whimpered, knowing Rachel was getting testy. “She wouldn’t call back if it wasn’t important.” Abandoning them again, Gypsy plucked up her phone. “Mom! I’m at work. What? New city? Moving? You know I love dancing but ... college ... you will? Wings? Say what? Oh, spread our wings.”
“Two weeks’ notice.” Svetty whispered to Rachel. “Mother is right on money.” Svetty produced her debit card making Rachel frown.
“I knew it wasn’t platinum.”
“Only hair when I dye.”
“You do know those three boleros will still cost you over two thousand dollars.”
“Da! Petty cash, I buy mother one too.” A fourth bolero fur in hand she walked to the counter and sat them up on the glass. “Tell mother fur fly.”
“She said medium.”
“Size or occupation?” She smirked!
“Oh, you are good! Mother says to thank you and she is at your service. She just told me to look into college in Nashville. Evergreen and I both. Wait! Mom? Did Evergreen call you?” Same answer as last time. “No?”
“Destiny in cards.”
“Definitely not a platinum card.” Rachel grimaced! “What is this two weeks’ notice about?”
“What? I ... never said that.” Gypsy flared her eyes. “Mom ... you really want me to quit? Now? I can’t just ... Rachel? I quit! Mom said she would support our move. Crazy! I’ll see you at home later. Love you, Mom.”
“Love you, Mamochka!”
“Mom says she wants to adopt you.” Gypsy giggled! “She doesn’t even know you. Hold on ... what? Ring? What are you talking about? She says a diamond is in your future.”
“Carats are for bunnies! Eh! I do fuck like rabbit!”
“Of course, you do. I knew you were a floosy.”
“Flossy my boss.”
“Let’s just see if you have enough on that debit card to pay for these.” Rachel took it upon herself to ring up the furs. “Seeing as you no longer work here.” Gypsy was escorted around the counter so that Rachel could begin scanning tags. Total ready she informed Svetlana the tally. “$4,544.33!” With a sly grin Svetty slid her card and committed to paying. Accepted, it made Rachel seem surprised. “May I see your ID?”
“No drive! Bus pass! Roommate drive.”
“No green card?”
“Student VISA!”
“Good lord!” Her bus pass did say Goboldsky. As Svetty had her wallet open Rachel did see a family photo and noted the father in a very nice suit. Before Svetty put it away Rachel produced her own cell and Googled Ivan Golboldsky. A pic to compare she bulged her eyes. “I ... forgive my doubt, Ms. Golboldsky. I humbly apologize.”
“You have car?” Svetty ignored Rachel by asking Gypsy, now that she and Magda had concluded their phone call.
“I do. It’s in the lot across the street two blocks down.”
“Good! You drive me to Go Cat Go.”
“Why on Earth would you go to that establishment?” Rachel bagged up the furs. “That place should be closed down.”
“Prefer Thigh Society.” Svetty razzed her with her tongue. “Need slutty clothes.” With a wink at Gypsy she added, “For you and Evergreen.”
“What?” Gypsy chuckled!
“Something to go with bolero.” Phone ringing a third time Gypsy knew by this ring tone it was her sister. “Hey, Ever! You’re on your way? You quit when your boss came back. Ha! I just quit too. Did mom call you?” Affirmation nod she giggled! Third time the charm! “Nashville, here we come. Mom is going with us in two weeks. Meet me and Svetty at my car in ten minutes. Sorry, Rachel!”
“Dime a dozen.” Cold bitch!
“Just like furs. PRICEZILLA’S!” Bags in hand Svetty and Gypsy walked away. Once they were gone Rachel Forbes pouted, now she needed to hire another minimum wage lackey.
“It’s Priscilla’s you ... you ... black sheep!”
Across the city!
“Unbelievable! Why did I waste my time driving up here just to get suckered into joining Watchtower. All of these years I’ve steered clear for the sake of Knox and my reputation. Now I just sold my soul to the devil himself. I knew of Barker Raynes but had never wanted to dig deeper. Now I know the head of the snake in person, well, voice. Makes sense how Stacy Raynes is doing so well for herself with MaleStrom. Her father is fronting the bill.” Not entirely!
Waving down a cab he found one quickly and got inside. Once he did he realized he wasn’t certain where to tell the driver to go. On the word go he sighed, “Take me to Go Cat Go!” Spoken he drifted back into thoughts. “Maybe I can talk some sense into Paloma’s daughter now that I know where she is currently. Man, Aaron joking about Ada being my daughter had me frozen in my tracks. Thank goodness he was heckling me. If Raynes knows who her father is that has me worried. Bad guys flock to Watchtower, which undoubtedly means he’s no good. That’s likely why Paloma resisted telling me more. I probably should have a talk with Paloma about Ada first, but... “ Call coming in he looked at his cell. “There’s Paloma now. What do I tell her?” Sighing he answered it. “Hey, Pal!”
“Evidently I work for you now. Was that your doing?”
“Not completely, but I can’t discuss that at the moment.”
“Easy enough to decipher. I ... I’m sorry if this was not what you expected.”
“Hey! We go way back Paloma. It’s my pleasure to look out for you. Just ... don’t think this means I’m rekindling any flame.”
“I understand. Your new girlfriend.”
“Right! Besides that, I can’t freak Knox out by thinking you may be his new mom.” He laughed! “Bad enough, he’s begging me not to marry Svetlana. Oddly, I just learned she’s very wealthy. Well, at least her family is. She lives within her means so that shocks me.”
“I see! I suppose I should look online for a house to rent. I’ll need to put my home up for sale. Unless I let Ada stay here and I move.”
“Well, the offer was for the both of you. This included Mancastle’s daughter Kenzi.”
“How is Kenzi Mancastle involved?”
“Are you aware she and Ada know one another?”
“No. Oh, God! Kenzi is a stripper.”
“So, I hear. Listen! Where are you right this minute?”
“Um! Shamelessly getting a much-needed massage.” On speaker so as best to enjoy herself.
“Oh, yeah! How’s he doing?”
“Wonderfully!” She giggled! “Are you prying, Mister Hardecker?”
“I’ll let him do the prying.” He chuckled! “Been there done that. Tell you what? Let me check on Svetlana and you finish up with what he’s doing. I’ll call you back in an hour or so.”
“Your meeting is over already?”
“Yes! We can discuss that later. I have priorities at the moment and so do you. Keep your evening open.”
“I thought you were going to the casino.”
“We are! But we might find time for dinner first. You can meet Svetty and I can maybe meet Ada.”
“She has plans all night.”
“Hot date?”
“Who knows! I gave up trying to be a mom who keeps tabs.”
“That might change. I’ll keep you posted. Moan a little louder next time.”
“You hush! I am NOT moaning.”
“Then he’s not doing his job.”
“He’s ... getting there. I will await your call.”
“Until then!”
Winslow ended the conversation. The second he did Paloma Alvarez dropped her head to the massage table and lifted her ass. Her masseuse Steven was licking her asshole. Moans were definitely heard!
The cab pulled up outside of the men’s club Go Cat Go, Winslow chuckling over the sexy neon cat over the entrance. Paying his driver Win left the cab and ventured indoors. Just inside he was met by a bouncer who showed him a set of lockers Win could rent and stash his briefcase in. Agreeable, he did make use of one and pocketed the key. Free now, he strolled to the bar as music played on high volume.
“I don’t even know what Ada looks like. Hell, I don’t know what Kenzi Mancastle looks like. I don’t need to ask around and make it look as if I’m stalking them. Chances are they use stage names. I suppose I could ask my new asshole benefactors now that I’ve joined Watchtower. No, let’s learn to avoid that, it could become addictive.”
A hot bartender approached Winslow with a napkin placed in front of him. “Afternoon, Sexy Man! What can I get you?”
“Rum and Coke will do. I didn’t expect the place to be so busy at this hour.”
“New girls draw attention.”
“Oh, yeah? Who might be the newest? I might feel generous enough to help her out.”
“That would be Harley.”
She pointed at the back room at a brunette, totally naked giving a lap dance to a rather hand’s on gentleman. To be sure Win had to ask which one was Harley. His instinct confirmed he sat there giving her time to do her job. “I’ll hit her up when she’s free. She looks young.”
“Nineteen or twenty, I think.” Drink poured she placed it on his napkin. “I’ve never seen you before.”
“I’m from Nashville. My law firm has a sister firm here in Memphis.”
“Lawyer man! Nice! I’m Fonda!”
“Fonda lawyers?” He chuckled!
“That too!”
“Nice to meet you, Fonda.”
“Funny! Harley calls me Honda. She’s a motorcycle lover.”
“Interesting! My son keeps asking for a motorcycle. When he gets a job maybe.”
“Cheaper than a car. I think Harley is done getting groped. Poor girl is learning the hard way. Here lately guys have been getting more and more aggressive toward our girls. I at least have a bar to hide behind.”
“Hazards of the career choice.”
“Up until last week they could only go topless. Word came down to lose it all and stop being bashful. Most of the girls don’t object to going totally nude. Honestly, I don’t think Harley does either, but dare I say it she prefers the girls. That dirty blonde over there is her lap licker. Hey, I just realized her dad is a lawyer too.”
“Hold up! Is her name Kenzi?”
“Uh! Maybe! She goes by Slushy. Don’t ask! Do you know her dad?”
“I do. Aaron told me Kenzi worked at a club. I just didn’t know which one. After my meeting earlier I just felt like drowning my sorrows and saw the sign. I figured why not. My girlfriend is a stripper in Nashville. Goes by Hopak.” He laughed! “She’s Russian.”
“Nice! So, you are taken.”
“Eh! I wouldn’t say locked down. It’s too early to consider that.”
“Hard life to tame, Lawyer Man!”
“Oh, I have her on a leash pretty well.”
“Oh, really? Do tell!”
“Naw! Let me go grab Harley before another guy swoops in.”
“Watch your hands.”
“Always!”
With a grin he took his drink and made his way through the congestion. Luckily most of the men were occupied by the multiple stages. Reaching the couch area he slipped in on Harley and lightly tapped her shoulder. “You must be, Harley.”
“That’s me! Love to ride!” She flirted even though he knew it was just an act. “Fifty a song!”
“Fair enough!”
He produced the money and let her stash it in a container by her post. Before she shut her capsule he paused her and showed her three more fifty dollar bills. Once shown he placed them in the jar and let her seal it.
“Thanks! You made my afternoon.”
“Friendly gesture. You looked stressed letting that last guy paw you up.”
“Still new is all. It’s my second day. He had fingers up me that was a first.”
“I’ll keep my fingers to myself.”
“You ... don’t have to. A big tipper like you, I don’t mind. He was a one song wonder. He just wanted to see if I’d hook up later.”
“Ah!” He took a seat and sat his drink on a provided table with a safety rail on it.
“Ready once the song shifts.”
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