Nashville Pussy (Season 2)
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Episode 24: dICE dICE BABY
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 24: dICE dICE BABY - 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
Memphis, Tennessee! The strip club known as Go Cat Go! Elvis would be prowled--er--proud!
“Did you see those police officers watching us walk in? How could they not stop us? We’re only wearing body nets and fur boleros. They could see every juicy part of our bodies.”
“Am proud of sex kittens. We have much fun together in Nashville.”
“Did you not just hear what I said?” Evergreen Cantwell stopped Svetlana Goboldsky mid- step. “Police Officers! Why have we not been arrested?” Her sister Gypsy nearly collided with the Russian goddess due to it.
“GOboldsky CAT GO!” She calmed the girl. “Chill like Siberia. We will be fine.”
“Right!” Gypsy giggled! “BOLD is part of GoBOLDsky.”
Entering the front door, they were met by a burly bouncer with a long gray beard and muscles out the Yin yang. Definitely the biker type. The crazy thing was that he wore a white sequined suit like Elvis Presley. So weird! His catch phrase was even zanier.
“One for the money, two for the show. Three to get ready for Go Cat Go.”
“Da! Three for three.” Svetty beguiled him with a playful sneer. “We shop first.”
Off to the side was a separate door leading into a fashion and sex toy outlet. Pointing at the door the bouncer voluntarily walked to the door and opened it. He was rubbing his beard over their less than normal attire.
“Did Leo hire you three and not warn me?”
“Go Leo Go!” Gypsy snorted!
“We no work here. We shop! We flaunt! You good door man, Carlton.”
“Nice! A Rhoda fan.” His nametag did say Carl at least. Svetty just ran with the rest. “If I may, you three really should work here. You would break a lot of wallets.”
“Do that in Nashville. You are gentleman.” With a pat to his chiseled abs, although hidden by the Elvis shirt, Svetty led the net set through into the store. In passing Carl, Evergreen peered over her shoulder to catch him staring at her bare ass. Well, net stitching, might as well be nude. Fuck it, she was! Eyes flaring over his lust she fluttered her fingers then scurried to catch up. Carl closed the door but kept a close eye on them as they perused the store’s clothing racks.
“I better warn, Leo. These gals might be trouble.” Cell in hand Carl dialed his boss. “Hey, Mister Garibaldi. You near your cameras right now? You might want to check out the store. Three hot bitches wearing body nets and furs just walked in. I’ll keep an eye. Call me back if you need anything.” Done! With no new customers walking in Carl had time to snap a few pics with his phone for his own pleasure. Front, back, bending over! Svetty gave him a show he never expected. Ripped cheeks and wide divide!
“Fuck yeah!”
“Need any help ... ladies?” A girl with pink hair stepped around a shelving unit of toys. “Wow! Furs in this heat? I can see why you dressed down to compensate.”
“Da! Hot and Svetty!”
“Her name is Svetlana.” Gypsy whispered! “Are we in trouble?”
“Not from me.” The girl giggled! “I love it.”
“Why you no dress for success.” Svetty pointed at the girl’s denim shorts and a pink pullover Go Cat Go promotional t-shirt.
“My shirt is my uniform. My boss makes me wear it. I’m Hailey, like the comet.”
Evergreen found two outfits immediately that caught her eye. “Do you have a changing room?”
“Curtains over there. No doors, sorry.”
“Nothing to hide.” Svetty whipped her fur bolero aside to show her tits off. “They shop. I buy.” She twisted on her heels and started to walk away. “Keep here until we leave.”
“Where are you going?”
“Find litterbox!” Bathroom! “Meet in club.” Taking her leave the Cantwell girls began searching for more outfits. Hailey Jo Pruitt talked their legs off even as they tried on outfits. While they enjoyed themselves Svetlana met back up with Carl.
“Tired of shopping already?”
“Nyet! Go potty. Not want you to mop floor.”
“I appreciate that. Restrooms are to your left once you head inside.”
“What? No open door for royalty?”
“Oh! Sure! I can do that, Princess.”
“Heiress! Close enough!”
She allowed him to open the interior door to the club. Music immediately caught her attention. “Heiress bands!” Hair bands! “Hopak like!” Carl had no idea what her references were. With a shrug he watched her step inside and go left. Passing by a bank of metal lockers she found the women’s room and went in. Her bladder was grateful for the release.
During the time that Svetty was sitting on her throne, the men’s room door opened up and out came Winslow Hardecker. On his way out he chose to wash up his privates to feel less dirty over having had some very good sex with his ex-girlfriend’s daughter. He was hating himself for going all the way knowing it was eventually going to catch up to him. Stopping by the lockers he retrieved his captive briefcase and made his way out of the club. He had no idea just how close Svetlana was to him. Small world! A cab hailed he climbed in and told the driver to take him back to his hotel.
As his taxi pulled away a police cruiser hiding across the street made a call. “The lawyer just left. The Russian and her fishnet friends are still inside. On your way, five minutes out? We’ll swing back by every fifteen minutes. The club surveillance should let us know if the ladies leave.” Reporting in completed, Officer Rick Turner looked at his partner Reed Bennett behind the steering wheel. “Who are these people?”
“Watchtower’s always looking for talent. Who are we to stop our paychecks from coming in.” True that! Departing they went back out on patrol.
“Leo won’t let me leave until 3:00.”
Ada Alvarez seemed bummed out now that she knew the man she had just fucked was her mother’s old boyfriend back in college. Still quite naked but freshened up, Ada cornered her best friend Kenzi Mancastle giving a man a hand job in the lap dance lounge. It was only for a moment to avoid ruining her customer’s time. He had only paid for one song as it was.
Walking about Ada knew things were going to get busier. It was the 12PM-2PM crowd on lunch hour that kept her here at Leo’s crackdown. At least she could leave at 3:00. She could tolerate it as long as more money came her way. It would still give her time to get ready to go to dinner with her mom and Winslow. To be honest she wasn’t certain she should even risk going.
“After he confessed so much, I can’t deny the guy. He paid me enough for three days work as it is. I hate lying to mom, but this might crush her now that she works for him. I just need to blow off some steam.”
“Hey, Ada!”
Tapped on a shoulder she twisted in step to see a familiar face. “Mister Mancastle. Hi! Kenzi is back there with a guy.”
“I saw her. How about a couple lap dances with ole’ Quentin?”
“Uh! My mom works at your law firm.”
“Not this branch. She was stolen away this morning. I’m sure you probably haven’t talked to your mom to learn the news.”
“Not yet!” She saw her boss Leo scrutinizing her for standing there talking without being all up on her client. It was a rule that the girls must touch and flirt no matter who it was to keep the testosterone happy. “Okay! Just remember who I’m friends with.”
“My money gets the works.” He winked and peeled five-hundred-dollar bills from his wallet. A holy shit reaction she swallowed dryly. “Five enough?”
“For what exactly?”
“Every inch! Every hole! I’ll add another hundred to ease your tension. I know your boss robs you girls blind as it is.”
“Okay! This might kill Kenzi seeing me do this with you.”
“Oh, I’ll be paying her just as much after you’re done.”
“What? You plan on fucking ... your daughter.”
“Not the first time. She may be a clit licker, but she knows how good her daddy is in bed.”
“Wow!”
Stunned she saw Leo looking angry and hurried to accept Quentin’s money. Taking his hand, she led him to a blind spot away from Kenzi so that she couldn’t witness what she intended to do. Her life flashed before her eyes in the moment. Once reaching their location Quentin began undressing. She had no choice but to assist him with Leo watching her like a hawk.
“I won’t tell your mom you work here if you don’t.”
“She would disown me.”
“Can’t have that now, can we.”
“Nope! Why me, Mister Mancastle? I mean, I’m flattered!” Terrified! “I’m still so new.”
“I like breaking in the new girls. Seeing as you’re likely to move to Nashville with your mom and my kid, I felt I better hit it while I could. I’m willing to go up to a grand if you treat me like God.”
“A thousand dollars? No way!” Her mouth was salivating. Par for the course of any dedicated stripper these days. “I’ll do my best.”
“Show me the love, Harley, was it?”
“Yes! Did Kenzi tell you my stage name?” No answer! Watchtower did! Quentin Mancastle was on their payroll like everyone else. Today, after losing Paloma Alvarez to Winslow Hardecker’s firm this was a hate fuck. He knew that Leo Garibaldi would never stop his aggression. Not only that but Watchtower recording it would make a fortune selling footage overseas. Technically both Alvarez women were expendable. Sluts to be used at Watchtower’s leisure. Paloma already knew and worked for them. Ada was kept in the dark. This corner was dimly lit. How befitting!
Helping take off Quentin’s shoes then his pants, he managed his coat, tie, and shirt. Briefs beneath were escorted off as a final touch. His hefty erection swatted her in the nose once they lowered. Her eyes bulged over how thick his eight-inch cock was. Songs in transition she remained on her knees until the new song began. Requested by Quentin to befit his temperament, Watchtower informed the DJ to play Godsmack’s song Love-Hate-Sex-Pain. Sadistic bastard!
Mouth wide and ready to tease his cock with her tongue Ada was caught by surprise. Taking advantage of her, he forced his cock down her throat and held her head with both hands like a vice. Without mercy he face-fucked the snot out of her. Her mascara was weeping black down her cheeks. Breath taken away she tried to fight with her hands but found her employer Leo apologizing to Quentin and swatting her hands aside.
“Do NOT hurt the clients.” Leo blurted and gripped her by her hair. “Big money gets whatever they want.” Whimpering she withheld clawing at Quentin and accepted her fate. Once his point was made Leo walked away. Ada had no choice but to endure his treatment throughout the entire song.
Bleeding music went right into a second Godsmack song, this one called Cryin’ Like a Bitch. She was tearing up pretty heavily. Cumming down her throat he made certain Ada drained him dry before releasing her with a gasp to capture her breath. Yanking her to her feet by her hair he whipped her back to him then shoved her forward onto the sofa. Without mercy he penetrated her anal cavity and fucked the holy hell out of her. Inexperienced with anal she was screaming until he cupped her mouth and shoved fingers into it. Ada did indeed cry like a bitch.
From Godsmack to a slower song, In This Moment’s tune Whore stepped up. What began as slow revved up until the point was made. He was making Ada his whore. Quentin was getting off on how he manhandled her. Choking her with strength he had her begging for oxygen. Offered? Not yet!
Ten minutes earlier!
Svetlana Goboldsky bought herself a drink and sat at the bar. Attention drawn, numerous men offered to purchase her. Waving them off without being rude she simply wanted to observe the atmosphere. The bartender was not so sociable which left the waitress to note the nets.
“Nice fur! Thank goodness we have air conditioning.” Fonda Bentwell smirked! “I don’t believe you work here, do you?”
“Nyet! Too quiet here.”
“Quiet?” Fonda creased her brow. “Lunch hour is packed. Nice accent by the way.”
“Russian.”
Hearing her admission Fonda recalled Winslow Hardecker mentioning he dated a Russian stripper. With what she was wearing it was a no-brainer that this blonde was his girlfriend. She decided to keep her knowledge to herself rather than create problems at home. Win seemed like a really nice guy.
“No wonder you’re wearing fur.”
“Fur fly!” With a shrug the white mink slid from her shoulders and onto the back of her barstool. Svetty now only wore her body net and heels. Men were drooling like crazy.
“Cute! I must say that you’re awfully brave to walk around in only that fishnet.”