Nashville Pussy (Season 2)
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Episode 35: sHE SHED
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 35: sHE SHED - 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
3:00 PM!
Carl Manley was woken from a brief nap due to his cellphone. That living room sofa was all too comfy. Rolling over to answer it he had to clear his throat before a, “Hello?”
“Hey, Chief! It’s Marcella VanCamp.”
“Hey, Marci! Thanks for calling me back.”
“Sorry it took longer than expected, I got to bed late last night. Donny stayed over. TMI, I’ll shut up now.”
“You’re good! You can talk to me about anything. Is Don still there?”
“Uh! Actually!” She giggled! “Right next to me. We just woke up.”
“Perfect! Listen, I understand if this is short notice, but I have a mission for you. Don could be of service if he’s up to it.”
“Mission? On a Saturday?”
“I know! I know! I’ve been making calls all morning to round up enough help to get this job done fast. I have at least twenty students lined up to help, I just need supervision. I figure with Piper fronting your band equipment and part of your paychecks you might want to show her your thanks.”
“I’m listening!”
“I’m cleaning out the third floor of Horton-Dexter. I have had guys taking down the plywood covers over the windows since 9:00 AM. Those should be down and a few windows removed to allow tossing rather than a million trips to a dumpster. I hired a garbage truck crew to help haul things to recycling and storage units for the stuff that can’t be recycled.”
“So, you just want me and Donny to oversee students hurling stuff from the third floor?”
“Precisely! I had the crew place the wood back over the lower floor windows to prevent breaking any glass in the fall. Just keep the students busy so we can clear out what hasn’t already been dumped. Piper had cleaning crews up there yesterday. I decided to get rid of literally everything in storage up there.”
“May I ask why? Are we adding curriculum up there? My new band room? Hint! Hint!”
“Not the kind you may assume.” He chuckled! “It’s still detention. But I agreed to turn one room into Piper’s private office. The other rooms may, shall we say, come in handy.”
“Do I want to know more?”
“Probably not! You already know things are out of hand. I heard about your stripping down to lead your band.”
“I knew that would bite me in the ass.” Hearing that Donny Cates moved in and bit her butt cheek. A playful yelp let Carl in on the mischief. “Am I in trouble?”
“Would I be asking for your help if you were?”
“I guess not. Do I need a key to let everyone into the school on a weekend?”
“My new janitor is there to let you in. I hired the father of Antoine Boss; he has a janitorial service. He’s been there since 9:00. He’s prepared to stay late. I’m pretty sure Ant is helping him out.”
“Okay! Text me his number and I’ll call him when I’m outside. I suppose I better ask Donny ... he’s in.” So were his fingers, he had been fingering her the entire call. Evil!
“Great! I appreciate this. I’m glad I could bring you back into the fold. Piper’s assist concerning your paychecks made things so much easier.”
“I hear that. I’m beyond grateful to her. Thanks for not being cross over what I did at the game.”
“What you did wasn’t even close to what Piper and the Swallower’s did.”
“Are they in trouble?”
“No. As long as the cops don’t come sniffing, I’ll let things slide. We both know what other schools are doing. We are just falling in line.”
“Don’t you ever worry?”
“All the time.”
“I won’t ask more. You know I have your back Chief.”
“And Don has your front.”
Donny grinned up at Marci after hearing Carl. He immediately moved in over her thighs to fuck her missionary. All throughout the remainder of their conversation he made love to her. Carl could hear her gentle moans and tender whimpers. He found it amusing.
“Be there by 5:00. I can’t expect the students to work past any later than 10:00 PM. One last thing. Will you just climax already!”
“OH, GOD! You knew all along, didn’t you.”
“Have fun kids.”
Call ended, Donny Cates tore Marci up. No more tender, all bender!
The backyard of Carl Manley’s home!
Less than an hour ago Carl’s son Jesse had brought his mother Marge some art supplies from downtown. Unable to stay, Jesse left the supplies for Margaret’s new caregiver Nadine Moss to haul out to Marge’s large she shed. It made for a private art studio thanks to Carl’s understanding of his wife’s needs.
Earlier in the morning Nadine had spent over an hour sweeping and dusting what she could and opened windows for ventilation. High ceilings in the building, the She Shed had a fan dangling which helped cool the building, especially on a 98-degree temperature day like today.
Canvas and easels set up for two the place looked fancy. Decor helped in the form of potted plants and antique trinkets. Homie for a better term. There was even a small loft overhang that Jesse when he was a kid used as if a clubhouse setting. It remained vacant in his honor.
Following behind Nadine, Marge took her time. Weaker today than usual, she was in no hurry. Stage 4 cancer was a bitch! Nadine reluctantly ordered her mistress to wait, but the woman was stubborn. She refused to let her health beat her down. Meds taken, she told Nadine to stop babying her. Yes, Mistress! While it hurt the girl to witness her new mother figure so pale and winded, she knew better than to bite back.
She loved her happy home in the basement. Should Marge pass away she was offered that tiny block room for as long as Sir Carl allowed her to remain. She herself hoped for many years to come. Serving Carl as his slave was a privilege, something she was born to do. Not to mention the sex was great. Sir Carl, even for his age was a beast in bed. Lack of experience maybe, but she knew no better outside of the men from the Army Surplus and Jesse. All were good, satisfactory, but Sir Carl was by far the best.
Canvas frames on their awaiting easels she returned for the box of paint, brushes, and cleaning supplies. By the time she returned, Marge had made it indoors and took a seat in a rocking chair. Even with the fan and windows open the temperature remained 90 in the shed. The one positive was there was a mini fridge out there containing bottles of water. Luckily, they were Dasani and not the Watchtower version called tHIrSty. Marge dealt with enough without becoming ravenous with no energy to deal with her hormones. Resting as Nadine put the paints on provided shelves Marge closed her eyes in thought.
“Please lord! A few more months would be welcomed.” Seeing her prayer without clasped palms Nadine took a handkerchief and poured cool water on it and applied it to Marge’s neckline. Patting the girl’s hand, she was eternally grateful. “Bless you, Nadine. That feels wonderful.” The remainder of the bottle was rested upon a folding TV tray next to her rocker.
“I used to rock Jesse in this chair when he was a baby. It belonged to my grandmother. It has remained sturdy after all of these years.” Behind her Nadine squeezed her shoulders lightly offering a gentle relaxing massage. “If you take great pride in it, I want to leave it to you, should you have a child someday.”
“It is a family heirloom, Mistress. I could not accept it.”
“You dear are family now. Carl and I were never lucky enough to have a daughter.”
“Sir Jesse should inherit it. He and Tawny might have a baby one day.”
Not if Watchtower had any say in the matter. Tawny had just gotten a flu shot four months ago. That shot was actually a birth control derivative designed by Watchtower’s shady pharmaceutical investments. Illegal but not learned of yet. Proving it would never be easy.
Each shot saved a woman from parenthood for up to three years. More inoculations would come before then to secure long term advantages. A little whore like Tawny Martin was worth far too much to be sidelined. Youth and bravado made millions.
“He will respect my wishes. Please Nadine, honor me that I honor you.”
“What will Sir Carl say?”
“I’d say rock on Cadet. You can come claim it when you serve your country first.”
“How long have you been spying on us?” Marge smiled!
“Just now! I had calls to make so I couldn’t sleep any longer. Listen, I’ll be joining Xander Vines at the VFW later. I could use a few drinks and a chance to unwind. The VFW is only two miles away. If you need me just call. Concerning that rocker, I know Jesse won’t care. If Marge wants to give it to you, then don’t deny her. Just take care of it.”
“Then it would be my pleasure to become its newest owner.”
“Just remember who owns you, Cadet.”
“I have your initials carved into my soul, Sir.”
“I granted that.” Marge giggled! “It was so cute when she asked that of me.”
“On that note. That dog collar you’re wearing needs an update.” It used to belong to the family bulldog! Last second adoption! She deserved better. “Jesse brought this by with the paint supplies. This used to be the collar I gave Twyla Parris. Now that she serves Jesse this was returned. Get over here! On your knees, head held high.”
Without emotion Nadine scurried to the doorway and knelt down. Peering up at Carl with eyes watering behind her glasses she smiled. “Seeing as I’m grooming you for the military someday this made sense.”
A camouflaged choker with a military dog tag embedded into the throat portion, it had the words Manley’s Whore engraved upon the tin. She adored it immediately as he replaced the dog collar with the much nicer collar. “You look good in camo.” Considering all that she was wearing at the moment besides the collar, was an Army green tank top. It was all that Carl allowed her to wear besides shoes.
“Thank you, Sir! I will never take it off.”
“Only when you shower or take a bath. Don’t rust the tag. Parris kept that collar pristine all those years even after I let her go. It’s your job to maintain it.”
“To perfection, Sir.”
“Good! Go make me a sandwich with a big pickle slice. I’ll be in after I cuddle with the wife.”
“Yes, Sir! Would you like a sandwich, Mistress?”
“No! I don’t think I could keep it down at the moment. Thank you for the offer.”
“Move it, Soldier!” A slap on Nadine’s bare ass sent her away with energy. Carl watched that wiggle every step she took until vanishing indoors. “She’s pulling weight off fast.”
“She was out here early this morning working out while you slept in. She missed your daily run together.”
“Saturday’s are really my only chance to sleep in. Even then I still needed a cat nap. Age is creeping up.”
“You are the fittest 46-year old I know. I just wish I could keep up with you.” Joining Marge, Carl crouched down and claimed her hand. Kissing her knuckle first he nearly choked up but forced all emotion back. “You don’t have to constantly be strong for me. I do understand.”
“Someone has to be your rock. Your dad isn’t here.”
“He would be if he could. I wonder if Diana’s husband Troy made it to Alaska okay.”
“I’m sure we would know by now if he didn’t. Of course, from what I understand Troy is on a black site. We might not know anything more until his tour is over. Not that technically we should know anything.”
“I’m glad Diana chose to stay here for a while longer. I just hope... “ A subtle sigh alongside a shrug she finished with, “She deserves better than Troy.”
Carl’s cellphone was a perfect eavesdropping piece of tech. Across town; hacker Troy Valance heard every word. Valance was falling hard for Diana Becker-Ramshaw. He could not agree more with Margaret’s assessment. He intended to win the redhead over no matter what it took. It was due to his instigating things that sent Troy Ramshaw to Alaska with the aid of Watchtower influence. Good riddance, Major! Wear your parka!
“You’re looking pale today.” He checked her pulse while he held her hand. “A bit shallow. Do you need to lie down. I can carry you indoors.”
“I’ll be fine. It is just the heat. I want to paint when it cools off more. This is something I simply must do. I want to leave something new for Jesse ... just in case.”
“Are you losing hope?”
“No! But we both know even though the doctor’s say I am getting better there could always be complications.” She knew very well that she was losing her battle to cancer. She had miraculously persuaded her doctors to keep her true diagnosis under wraps even from family. Watchtower made certain those doctors kept her secret. Carl would one day seek vengeance for being lied to. The criminal empire was paying all of her medical bills, but still, it was his right to know the truth. A heartwarming letter was written by Margaret to be read at her funeral. It was her decision to make.
Nodding with uncertainty, Carl kissed her knuckle again then stood up, knees popping. “See? Old!”
“Yet, you run religiously each morning. Stop sounding like you’re ready for a nursing home.”
“Let’s hope Jesse never lets that happen to me.” He sighed! “Need me to open any paint?”
“Of course not! Go eat your lunch.” His phone ringing again clenched that option as he examined the caller. “Dewey Knowles! What does he want? Let me answer this, I’ll be right back.”
“Take all the time you need.” As Carl left the shed Marge wept. “A few more months, that is all I ask.” God willing, he heard her thoughts.
“Dewey!”
“Hey, Carl! Sorry to bother you. We might have a problem.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you know how you arranged for Mimi Alexander to hang with me last night?”
“Yeah!”
“Well, Kevin spent some of the night. He struggled with dominance as you can imagine. Anyway, late night he got a warning on his phone of a home invasion, so he rushed out. Mimi and I continued without him, but I tried calling him all morning and he would never pick up. I drove by his house and his car is there, but he isn’t answering the doorbell. Trust me, I’ve been ringing it off the wall. I’m worried. I don’t see any sign whatsoever of any break-in. Doors look tight, no broken glass, nothing. Like I said, his car is in the driveway, and I see a few dents in it. I even called the hospitals just in case he ended up there. No sign of him.”
“Maybe he just wants to sulk over Mimi. Give him some space.”
“I’d bust his door down but that might alert the cops. I don’t need to go to jail.”
“Yeah, don’t do that. You know the cops would love making your life miserable.” Carl knew that all too well. “Let me try calling him, he might possibly answer.”
“Okay! Let me know, even if its by text message. I’m sitting in my car on his curb now.”
“Hang tight, Dewpont.” Hanging up, Carl narrowed his eyes. “I’m going to regret this. Watchtower? I know you’re listening in. Talk to me. I’m alone.” Middle of his yard by the razor garden!
“This is Posh! How may I be of service, Mister Manley.” A female spoke, a woman of color by her tone of voice.
“I need you to track the phone of one of my teachers. Kevin Fowler!”
“Checking! It appears his phone is out of commission. For that to happen he would have had to destroy the circuit board and trash the tracker.”
“Why in the hell would he do that?”
“Good question! We have cameras in his home let me check them.” Carl pinched the bridge of his nose knowing that even someone so petty as Kevin Fowler was under household surveillance. Unless of course, it was to check and see if Mimi Alexander was there.
Pondering just that, Carl had a sneaky suspicion that Officer Anson Potter was behind this. His demands to control Mimi as his personal slave was interfered with by Carl. Fowler’s love for Mimi was also bad news.
“According to our cameras he left his home around 4:30 AM wearing dark clothing and hiding his face. Rewinding info, he looked pretty roughed up by the looks of it. Yes, I found the time where he dismantled his phone and abandoned it.”
“Roughed up, you say. How bad?”
“One eye sealed shut. It looks like a busted lip, he left bloody gauze in his bathroom sink. He is limping good too.”
“Dammit! There was a report of a break-in over his phone.”
“False alarm! I ... I’m afraid I can’t speak any more on this.”
“Potter! You don’t even need to hide that knowledge.”
“Hold please!” Nothing for two minutes, Carl noticed Nadine showing him his plate from the French doors to his home. He paused her with a finger, then told her to check on Marge. Done!
“Sorry for the delay, Mister Manley. I have a three-minute window set up so that I may speak freely. Please listen only. Say nothing about what I say around anything tech. Starting ... now! Okay, I patched into Anson Potter’s tech. He was the one who instigated the false alarm to get Fowler away from Mimi Alexander. He followed Fowler home and stopped him. They had a fight and Potter beat Fowler pretty bad. He told Fowler to resign at Horton-Dexter so be prepared.
“Fowler is in the wind. I’ve tracked what few steps he took when leaving his home through doorbell cameras and streetlight footage. He went to a cheap hotel but had second thoughts it appears. My guess is he found a hiding place that suits his need of isolation. It is obvious he was looking around for cameras. His last sighting was at the corner of Bolero and Hacienda. I will let you go from there before I am caught. Good luck, Mister Manley.”