Nashville Pussy (Season 2)
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Episode 3: ORDERLY FASHION
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 3: ORDERLY FASHION - 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! Elvis proud!
Leaving his hotel to meet with lawyers from the extension to his law firm in Nashville, Winslow Hardecker was feeling pretty good about life. While nothing more than his high paid lover Svetlana Goboldsky treating him as if she were his wife in many ways, he certainly did not expect her too. He was simply lonely and needing companionship. Since investing in the mad Russian, he had become more openminded. No angel mind you, but nothing hardcore. Until a few days ago.
In dating a stripper like Svetty, new to the stage herself, but quickly becoming a must see at Club Cashanova, he had actually grown to love assisting her. During the main event over amateur night he actually applied an anal hook to her and strung her up on the stripper pole. Undoubtedly painful she endured it and created an all-new fanbase for herself. Although career risky in joining her on stage Winslow changed in a way. Something freaky in the back of his mind reared to the surface. He was energized just hearing men cheer at him for doing what he did. As a straight-lace attorney he worried a bit but then realized how much everyone else was getting away with. Illegal or not he overlooked the obvious. Not good for a lawyer!
It wasn’t as if he did not know of the existence of the organization Watchtower, the majority of his partners were under their financial gain. Winslow had been offered an opportunity but opted to remain loyal to his bar. Sure, he could use the money, but ethics meant more. He merely agreed to avoid conflict and let their members deal with potential lawsuits. Anyone crazy enough to resist would be completely and utterly destroyed. A fine line they say, but Watchtower did respect Winslow. Not allies, not enemies!
As to why he was in Memphis it began as a restructuring of his law firm’s membership. New partners, old retiring, career moves, you name it. As a founder Winslow had the say in pretty much everything. That which he was aware of at least. Today, he would discover the biggest secret of his association.
“A limo?”
As Winslow left the lobby he spotted a white limousine with a female driver, one holding a sign with his name on it. Spelled correctly at that. “Did I really need a limo? I could have taken a taxi.” He smirked at the pretty brunette in uniform.
“Only doing as I was told, Sir. I’m Karli, I’ll be your driver.”
She opened the door to the limo. Briefcase in hand he shrugged and stepped inside. To his shock someone was waiting on him inside the luxury model. A studious Latina woman in glasses sat waiting, legs crossed in favor of hiding her privates. She certainly had quite the set, it was obvious she kept fit. Even better her cleavage was wide open spaces beneath a button-down white blouse beneath her suit jacket.
Once he was in Karli Cooper closed the door and returned to her driver’s seat. Engine left idling, she began the journey across the city. Eyes adjusting to the gloom of the cabin Winslow realized that he knew the woman.
“Paloma? What are you doing here?”
“The legend remembers me from law school.”
“Well, we did date before I met Maureen. How have you been?”
“Wonderful! I actually work with your firm at the Memphis office. Once I learned you were coming to town, I wanted to surprise you.”
“It’s been what ... my son Knox is 18, so, 22 years?”
“Exactly! We met my first year of law school.”
“Party animals we were.” He chuckled! “Who brought you onto our legal team?”
“Aaron Mancastle!”
“Ah! That explains your busty cleavage.”
“Offended? I can button up.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before, we did engage in sex a few dozen times.”
“I fondly remember. I’m sorry to hear about Maureen’s passing.”
“Thanks! It has been a tough number of years. Raising Knox alone has been a pain in the ass.”
“Has he considered following in your footsteps?”
“Not for a second! Bigtime slacker! I’ve babied the boy too long. He’s on his last get it together. That boy needs to find a job and stop partying with his friends so much.”
“Sounds like my daughter Ada. She’s my slacker as well.”
“I wasn’t aware you had a daughter. But again, we did lose touch. So, you got married?”
“Do you see a wedding ring?” She shared her fingers free of jewelry. “And no, I didn’t remove a band before you climbed in. I never married! Oddly, dated a lot, but marriage just didn’t feel ... me.”
“I see! So, Ada’s father is a part of her life?”
“She has never once met her father.”
“That’s tragic!” He sighed heavily! “Is he at least paying child support ... well, before she was an adult.”
“I never asked for any. He ... had a started a new family of his own so I felt it best not to create tension.”
“Does the man even know he has a daughter?”
“No!” She lowered her gaze as if pondering her words. “It might be time to introduce them, but I suppose I need to sense where his head is these days. My biggest fear is he might reject Ada. That would be devastating. She’s a tomboy but she can be ... let’s just say like me at her age.”
“Boy crazy?”
“Just crazy! But yes, into boys. Girl’s too, I’m afraid.”
“Aren’t most young ladies these days? Thankfully my son isn’t into guys.”
“Remember that old 1980’s sitcom the Facts of Life?”
“The one with George Clooney.”
“Yes! The tomboy in it Jo, that’s my Ada. She even tinkers on an old motorcycle that was left behind by the former owner of the home I bought to raise her in. It looks and runs like brand-new now.”
“It sounds as if she knows what she’s doing?”
“YouTube videos gave her all the knowledge she needed. I just had to buy the parts. She cleaned it up and put the life back into it. Yes, I’m very proud of her for at least that. If only she would get a job. Like your son it seems.”
“Pride keeps us the parents we are.”
“It does!”
“Mancastle using you to get on my good side before our meeting?”
“No! If that were the case I might be wearing far less.” She smiled and peered over her glasses. “I simply had to see you again for my own selfish memories.”
“Ah! Well, I’m honored you have still thought so much of me after all of these years.”
“You were the one that got away.”
“Sorry! When I met Maureen Malloy it was all over. Smitten, bitten, and soulmate. I miss her dearly.”
“I completely understand. Forgive me for being so forward.”
“Not at all! I most certainly found our connection stimulating, even before the sex. If Maureen and I hadn’t met, things might have been different.”
“Destiny can be beautifully cruel. At least I succeeded in my goal of getting through law school. Seven years of misery! A struggling mother only complicated that. My foster parents at least helped me during classes with watching over Ada. I was blessed indeed!” She sighed heavily then peered down at her chest. Fingers moved upward, she began buttoning her blouse.
“You don’t have to cover up on my account, Paloma. Be yourself!”
“If I did, I might attempt to rekindle. I think I had best respect you.”
“Thanks! I’m fine. Really! You are still as beautiful as ever.”
“You have barely changed yourself.”
“Workload, and a troublemaker son keeps the weight in check. To be honest, I’m shocked I don’t have more wrinkles in my face than I do.”
“Same here! We just passed Graceland. Have you ever been to see it?”
“Maureen and I went there after Elvis passed away to pay respect. She loved his music. I still have a few of his records before they went out of style.”
“I adore his music too. Maybe we could tour it before you return home.”
“I would, but ... I have someone with me. And it is NOT my son. I began dating a young woman recently.”
“Ah! I lose out again.” She winked! “I understand.”
“Well, I mean we aren’t serious, but still. Svetty does scratch an itch I never knew existed.”
“Svetty? What a name!”
“Svetlana! She’s not a mail order bride.” He chuckled! “Russian ... lifeguard at the YWCA.” He chose to omit her dancing ability. Someone such as Paloma might not understand his needs. So, he thought!
“Much younger I presume.”
“Sewing my oats. She’s 23 I believe.”
“A year older than Ada. My, you like them youthful.”
“It just happened. We do get along great. She certainly keeps the fires burning.”
“I will skip adding my own gasoline then.”
“We can exchange numbers and keep in touch. In all reality I don’t know that it would ever become serious between Svetty and I.”
“I would like that. It looks like we are nearing the offices.”
“Give me your number.” A quick admission of digits he dialed her phone and offered his own number. “There! You can add me to your contacts. Send me pics of your daughter. I’ll forward my son’s.”
“Are you sure?” Her heart skipped a beat as if worried.
“Relax! Just because I’m dating a woman half my age doesn’t mean I’d chase your Ada.”
“She is not your type anyway.” She laughed! “James Dean as a woman.”
“Neither is Svetlana but we manage. Regardless, I would never do that to you.”
“Is your son single?” She had to rub it in.
“He did break up with his girlfriend Lily last fall. Far as I know he is. Trying to hook him up with Ada?”
“Well, I am single too.”
“MILF, huh!” Winslow found it all amusing. “Would you be honest with me if I asked you something?”
“Yes, of course!”
“Do you work for Mancastle’s ... darker half?”
“Watchtower? I did pay off my student loans. Yes! Very seldom do they ask much of me.”
“No seductions of clients?”
“A few, yes! A girl has needs.”
“Undoubtedly!”
“Aaron tells me that you do not accept money from them.”
“Not to say I’ve never been tempted. They and I have a silent understanding. Like you, seldom!”
“For the better probably.”
“I like to think so. Lord knows, I’m hardly perfect as a respectable lawyer, but I try to keep an honesty going.”
“We still have much in common then. And we have arrived!” Their driver Karli pulled into a circle drive in front of a plush new skyscraper called the Higher Power Tower. Aaron Mancastle’s wife’s idea!
“Joining me upstairs Paloma?”
“No! This meeting is for only the partners. I have yet to reach that status. Someday, perhaps!”
“Ever consider moving to Nashville, I might consider a spot in my office.”
“Your desk top?” She giggled! “Don’t mind me, Winslow, I simply recall how good you were in bed.”
“Never out ruled I suppose. You have my number again. Keep in contact and we can discuss at least a job opportunity that allows you to escape Mancastle.” He lifted his phone and spoke into it. “Tell Quentin I’m not badmouthing him. Just banter! Inform him I’ll be up shortly.”
“You are aware of being spied upon.”
“Nothing to hide. I don’t care as long as I’m not harassed.” His door opening once he knocked on the window, Karli Cooper offered him exit. A tip unaccepted by Karli, Winslow waited on Paloma to leave the limo. Watching her depart he had a very sweet look up her very short skirt. Nylons all of the way up toward paradise led to black panties. He had to look away. The past was the past!
On the sidewalk Winslow offered Paloma a hug that lingered a bit too long. He allowed it but sensed her emotions. Easing her away he noted a tear welling up in her eye. “What is it Paloma?”
“Nothing! It’s just good to see you again is all.”
“Perhaps if nothing else you can drive up to Nashville and we can have dinner together. You can bring Ada and introduce her to me and my son. I promise to kick him in the balls if he gets handsy with Ada.”
“She might do that for you. I will text you and also promise not to do that more than once a month.”
“Nonsense! Message as often as you like. If I get busy just be patient in my replying back.”
“Alright!” A kiss to her cheek, Winslow slowly backed away then turned with a warm smile. “Goodbye, Win!”
“For now, Pal!” Old nicknames recalled! He entered the building’s rotating door and disappeared. Once alone Paloma Alvarez broke down crying. Her car parked nearby she headed for it. Once in the parking garage and seated behind her Audi she lost it.
“How can I tell him. Should I tell him.”
Say what?
Back at the hotel Svetlana Goboldsky got showered and dressed. Wearing white shorts that offered sweetly curved ass cheeks and a white lace camisole and knee high boots also in white the bombshell blonde was ready to go shopping. Chain handled purse under her arm carrying her every need she made one final stop to the hotel provided mini refrigerator. Within it were assorted drinks like OJ, a small carton of milk, bottled water and energy drinks. Feeling the need for caffeine without making coffee she snatched up a can of HEaRSe, cherry flavored. HEaRSe was the feminine counterpart to the drink HISSsss, as in HIS and HERS but with a fancy name. One taste of it and her eyes flared wide.
“My new favorite drink. Must tell Tessa to buy some at store.” Leaving her room with it she took the elevator down. Joining her were two men in suits that looked like businessmen. Standing in front of them she could sense their drooling. Her cellphone lifted with camera on she reversed it to capture herself and those two handsome men. Taking a picture of she and them together she chuckled.
“For posterior ... or is that posterity. English not so good.”
“Selfie! You just did that to spy on us.” The taller rather buff man chuckled! “You must be an escort to afford this hotel.”
“For weekend only. Sugar Dada has business to attend to.”
“Sugar Dada?” The shorter man grinned! “That’s adorable!”
“If he goes to sleep later we’re in room 68.”
“6... 9!” She spoke without a comedic flirtation.
“Right next whore ... door! I’m Devon, this is Cain. We’re talent scouts for the Tennessee Titans.”
“Much talent!” She bent over and touched her toes without dropping her phone or her drink. Boots parted by three feet she looked up between her thighs at them. “Like! Like!”
“It’s Hike! Hike!” Cain Mullens laughed! “You might have a future in football.”
“Locker room at least.” Devon chimed in admiring her thigh gap, her white shorts so narrow over her vagina her labia was peeking out. Very nice indeed!
“Too bad you aren’t from Nashville we’d invite you to a game.”
“Live in Nashville. Hate foosball!” Proving her balancing abilities she held her body aloft on one foot while her other boot swept upward to gently nudge Devon’s scrotum though his pants. “Goal post!”
“Nice kickoff!” Cain enjoyed the view. “Ever consider trying out as a Titan’s cheerleader?” He knew the team would eat this girl alive.
“Cheer Da! Lead Nyet!”
“Meaning, give it to me, but don’t be nice about it?”
“Sport wood! Not piggy!”
“Wow!” Devon Wiley puffed his lower lip! “You’re quite an intriguing woman.”
“Dance at Cashanova. Cum see!”
“No shit! I prefer MaleStrom, but yeah, what day’s do you work there?”
“All next week. Here until tomorrow night then we go home.”
“We will most definitely drop by and see you dance.”
“Tip good!” One foot down, her other went for Cain’s inseam. “This tip sufficient.”
“Jesus! Let’s just hit the brakes on this elevator and fuck her now.” Too late! The door opened up to the lobby. Straightening up, Svetlana literally walked away without another word. Both men gave chase through the front door and out into the sunshine.
“We’re going to a strip club called Go Cat Go tonight if you and your Sugar Dada want to join us.”
“Casino! Break bank! You know where to find me. Go scout!” Wiggling away she hailed a taxi, got in and left them speechless.
“I think I’m in love.”
“Make’s two of us.” No time to waste Cain and Devon hailed their own cab and headed to meet a local tight end and his parents. Tight end for a Titan!
On her way across Memphis, Svetlana realized that she had seen that name Go Cat Go in her search for clothing stores that focused on her style of wardrobe. Googling it again she read it more closely. It appeared that Go Cat Go was not simply a clothing outlet but also part of a strip club.
“Must stroke kitty!” She smirked and redirected her driver to the store.
“New to the city?” The pudgy man behind the wheel asked her.
“Da! I kill time while man is working.”
“Go Cat Go is a pretty crazy hangout. Mind if I warn you to be careful?”
“Take care of self. Raised to be fighter. Joan Wick!” She found it funny. Cabbie Milton Gorman had no clue what she was referring to.
“Good for you. There’s another place right near the club called DisGraceland. Shows you how unruly Memphis has gotten to defile the King’s home by using it in such a way. City has tried to get them to change the name out of respect but they refuse and it sounds as if the council gave up.” Watchtower demands! Money as always won out.
“Saw on Google! I go there too.”
“Pardon my saying so but I’m thinking you prefer the wild side of your wardrobe.”
“Wear little as possible.”
“I can see that.” He chuckled! Her camisole alone offered the shadows of her areolas through the thin fabric. “I’ll divert my eyes now.”
“Must watch road. Detour can wait!”
“Man, I love your accent! Russian?”
“Da! Go to school here then drop out. Sell soul now!”
“Ouch!” Milton wondered if she was a prostitute. Pretty much, but not as bad as some. She had no pimp and was picky whom she enjoyed torturing. Like Winslow Hardecker! His son Knox even more, without the sex. Evil minx! The driver hoped she didn’t mean she sold her soul to the devil. Hard telling these days!
Six minutes of silence later Milton pulled up in front of DisGraceland. “Go Cat Go is right next door. If you’re looking for more elegant stuff, go one block South there’s a place called Priscilla’s. Yeah, named after the King’s wife I hear. Fancier clothing and jewelry.”
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