Episode 101: FOOLS RUSSIAN

“Looks like I should have gotten here sooner.”

Henry McKellen pulled into the adjoining parking lot shared by LIFT KITty’s Fitness Center and the strip club known as Cashanova. Nearly every parking spot was filled save for the handicap parking. “Well fuck! I should invest in a fake handicap tag for my mirror. I’m sure not going to pay $250 for a ticket.” Scanning about his sights set on further than expected.

“It looks like there’s parking across the street by that dry cleaner, but I bet the owners would complain.” With a name like Wee Cleaners accompanied by Chinese writing he just knew it would be a bad idea. “Of course, they could be Midgets.”

Ready to give up he stops behind a row of cars and decides to text. “Better let Tessa know I’m here but unlucky.” Firing off a text he sat idle crossing his fingers that at least someone in the gym would head home and free up a spot. Awaiting Tessa Harper to reply back he tapped his steering wheel with impatience and looked through the stretch of windows out front of LIFT KITty’s. Eyes on a pleasant surprise in the form of a stunning blond giantess preparing to leave the gym he grinned. Wearing street clothes consisting of a button down peach and white light flannel shirt and blue jeans she actually looked normal.

“Damn! Serafina cleans up nice.” Serafina Black, the baby sister of Dominic Black worked at the gym in the massage parlor in the back room. If you could call her a baby at 6’4 260 pounds of muscle. Watching her ready to get into her Jeep he decided to toot his horn and capture her attention, not quite ready to steal her parking spot, just yet.

Looking his way, she fidgeted expecting some loser. Realizing the face, she opted to throw her bag into her Jeep before walking over to greet him. “Almost missed me.” He told her.

“Same goes for you. You must not miss me; I haven’t heard from you since you came in looking for my brother.”

“Just busy. Trust me, I haven’t forgotten you.”

“Better not. I’ll tie you down and lash that cute ass of yours. I’m not talking about rubbing my mascara off on your cheeks either.”

“We still determining who wears the pants here?” He chuckled dimming his car lights to avoid blinding other cars looking for spots to steal themselves.

“Looks like we’re both wearing them tonight. I have time if you want to drop yours.” She plants her hands on his windowsill, knowing by his expression and allure toward the strip club meant no. “Heading into Cashanova for Svetlana’s debut?”

“You remembered her name.”

“I remember more than that. That crazy ass Russian eats a mean asshole. I felt her tongue so deep I think she was trying to French me.”

“She did that?”

“As if she had a choice.”

“Huh! Strange she didn’t even tell me how you two got along. Of course, I’ve been busy at work.”

“Drawing porn. That’s lucrative?”

“Can be. Will be. I’ve added a few stronger topics.”

“Incest?”

“She tell you?”

“Yep! Kids got spunk.”

“Yeah! Have you met her roommate Tessa yet?”

“Not yet! Heard about her though.”

“She’s meeting me here tonight for Svetty. Looks like she’s already here matter of fact.” He noticed her car in the lot. “I had to punish Tessa.”

“You mastering over her like you’re doing Svetlana?”

“Not really. I...” He scratched the back of his neck squinting, “ ... had an incident between Tessa and my eldest daughter. I was tied up and blindfolded playing with Tessa and my kid played me.”

“Played you or played with you?”

“Both unfortunately. Dakota’s at the age she’s ready to lose her virginity. Seventeen, eighteen next Thursday. One of twin girls born three minutes apart. She’s been nagging me like crazy to teach her how to be with boys. Thing is I know it goes deeper. Daddy crush!”

“Been there. I used to worship my Pappy. Hell, I worshipped all my brothers.”

“Thought you never did anything with them.”

“You think I’m going to admit to everything on my first massage?” She laughed.

“So, you did.”

“Don’t be telling Dominic anything I say, or I’ll break your pinky.”

“One I’m using to swear with?” He extends his left pinky wiggling it.

“I meant the one between your legs.”

“Oh, that’s cold. My dick is far from any pinky. You know that.”

“Yeah! I’ve dabbled with my Pappy and my brothers. Dom only once. He respects me too much. At least he says he does! He’s born a Black, so I never count my chickens unless they make it across the road. That’s why I’m here in Nashville with him. Our bond is tarnished but strong.”

“I’m slowly learning his good side.”

“He has one?” She winced. “Don’t you start thinking you know him. Just because he hasn’t bent me over since I was fifteen doesn’t me, he’s any angel wearing steel tipped gator boots.”

“Anyways! It doesn’t look like I’m going to find a parking spot anytime soon.”

“I was going to run home and change, then come back. Wouldn’t mind seeing Svetty strut her buff. Grab my spot when I pull out.”

“You might not have a spot when you get back.”

“So, follow me home then.”

“Then neither of us would have a spot.”

“I can fix that.” She pats his sill then turns away. Watching her walk up to a handicap sign on a pole supported by a concrete base, he sees her lift it up with ease and carry it out in front of her vehicle. Dusting her hands off she returns to his arm and smirks. “I’ll just move the sign again later and you can have that spot when we get back. Follow me home to change I’ll ride back with you.”

“Sure, I can do that! What if someone parks there anyway? I mean handicap people do go to strip clubs. Even those false wheelchair stickers on the mirrors steal thunder.”

“Then I move their car up onto the curb.” She laughed. “Relax Henpeck.”

“Yeah! Yeah! Svetty has exactly an hour before she goes on. Let me warn Tessa...” His cell rings and he checks to see the caller, “ ... speak of the Devil’s niece. Give me one second.” Serafina folds her arms over her massive chest, her biceps tightening up her shirt. “About time you replied.”

“Just noticed your text.” Tessa informed him, “Am I still in trouble, Sir?” She giggled then changed her mind knowing what she had let Dakota McKellen do. It was better not to piss him off any further than necessary.

“Dressed up like I told you?” A pause made him wonder if she heard him. Seconds later he receives a selfie of Tessa priming her cell camera down at her face and cleavage. “Red dress!” Laces up the side that kept the front and back together, skin in abundance. “You look good.” He shared the photo with Serafina, the bodybuilder puckering with interest.

“Niiiice!”

“Is that a no you’re not still mad at me?”

“I’ll let you know later. Listen, I need to make a run, but I’ll be back. Just hang tight.”

“Hurry it up I can’t buy booze.” She laughed.

Serafina overhearing her intervened, “Tell the bartenders that Sera’s got a massage with their name pressed into their chests if they get you drunk.”

“Who was that?”

“Serafina.” She informed the cute caller, “I’m Dominic’s sister.”

“Ooooh! Svetty’s girlfriend. Arm wrestle you for my bitch back?”

“Better use both arms. Both legs too.” Serafina laughed. “I’ll bring your master back in thirty plus. Drink up Kid.”

“Thanks. Bye Sir.”

“Stop calling me, Sir.” He chuckled, “It’s Master DAMMIT!”

“I love it when you get bossy, Sir Master Sir.”

“NOT ME! I’M THE BOSS HERE.” Serafina challenged him with a wink.

“Tell Svetty I’ll be back.”

“Gotcha Chief, I mean Sir, I mean Master.”

Hanging up on Tessa’s jesting Henry sat his phone in his console next to him. “Live far?”

“Eight blocks or so. Follow my ass.”

He did, every step to her Jeep.

Inside Cashanova...

“I’ll take a White Russian.” Tessa Harper turned and shoved her glass of Coke aside, her Bartender a handsome blonde man with a brown goatee noting her rejection.

“How old are you again?” He smirked with a flirtatious wink.

“Old enough to hop on this bar and dive into those bulging biceps. Sera says fill me up. Sounds kinky, huh?”

“Sera? Who’s Sera?” He chuckled.

“Great! She gives me the password and I get a question mark.”

“Well, my name is Marc.” He winked tapping his nametag for proof positive.

“Hmmm? So, no White Russian?”

“I am right here White American.”

Hearing a feminine voice behind her utilizing far too much accent than she normally spoke at home, Tessa whirled in her barstool and leaped on her girl Svetlana. “THERE’S MY BITCH!” A bold kiss on her lips led to a steamy show for the bartender Marcus Greco.

Puckering at Svetty’s off stage attire Marc planted both hands on his side of the bar and enjoyed their lustful gropes. Tessa had her hands on Svetty’s bare ass, G-string essentially a band-aid, pubes rising up out of her patch in a tasteful airstrip. Bra white lace and predominantly sheer save for her nipples covered very little. That is when he could see them for Tessa knocker blocking.

Marc turning his attention on Tessa herself noted her red dress with massive cleavage and a short skirt about mid hip in length, peek a boo. The cross stitch laces up the side of her body provided a lovely high rise of gently tanned flesh clean up to her armpits. No panties of any kind. While Marc drooled his fellow bartender for the night Felicia aka Filly joined him at the bar between refills and nodded, impressed by the new girl. “She’s off to a good start. Of course, intimate fraternizing with the clientele is taboo.” Both employees knew that was bullshit Filly grabbing Marc’s dick. Taboo was meant to be exercised. The night was young. Both of them were well aware the rules were never followed, rarely enforced. Hell, the cops coming in let shit happen, half the time instigating it themselves.

“You going to tell them to break it up?”

“Do I look like a bouncer to you?” She smirked as their eyes met, his lowering to her huge chest cleavage in her own nearly sheer bra. “Reckon I am a Bouncer.” She jiggled in step with a laugh that led to, “Let’s mess with them. YO Moscow on the Hudson don’t let the bouncers see you lip locking.”

“My girlfriend. You must contend.” Svetty parted lips but let Tessa nuzzle her throat to compensate.

“HO MOSCOW!” Tessa barked back mid-moan. “Get it right.”

“What happened to the master?” Filly recalled Henry McKellen a few days back at Svetlana’s audition. Hearing the term master, Marc cocked an eyebrow. He knew there was an awful lot of that lifestyle in the hood.

“Will be here to claim me shortly. I buy drink, you pour.” She advised Marc then stormed Tessa’s mouth for an even warmer reception. Sure, enough up stepped a bouncer the size of a forklift, big, black, and mean looking. Once he spoke the thunder muffled.

“You can’t be engaging.”

“Do you see ring?” Tessa deviated from her kiss to wiggle her fingers at the soft-spoken monstrosity of a man, “Fine! I’ll save it for when we get home.” The bartenders grinned knowing Big Peter was only goofing off but let them think differently.

“Gulag roommate!” Svetty informed the man who offered a queer look. Behind him backing him up was the Hostess LouWanda aka Louis aka ... you get the idea.

“Relax Petey. The new girl doesn’t know any better. I got this ... you go play.” LouWanda pats his ass making Peter chuckle. “Thank you, Baby.” Off Peter went. “Who is this enchanting creature?” Lou offered an extended hand toward Tessa while looking over her dress and winding strap heels. “Lady in red ... always trouble. I love the heels.”

“Tessa Harper, Svetlana’s roommate and dedicated plaything.”

“Hold the PA!” Lou threw his/her hand up with a shocked look. “I thought you belonged to that handsome Master with a much-needed clothing makeover.” LouWanda remembered Henry’s concert t-shirt.

“Oh! He owns both of us.” Tessa opted to boost up Henry’s credentials, it made her laugh inwardly, but it was fun. She owed it to Henry after deceiving him with his daughter Dakota. “No collar tonight as per his wishes. I’m Tessa.” Hand shared the two said hello.

Behind the bar Filly shook her head at Marc, “You card her?”

“Sera.” Was all he needed to say. Felicia in response flared her big green eyes and turned tail to assist a customer. “Ah! Well, don’t defy the Mistress.” She nudged him with her elbow on her way to pour more than her heart out. Marcus Greco set out to make a White Russian, two in fact. Setting them on the bar for Tessa and Svetlana, Tessa greedily took her drink and batted her lashes at Marc. Svetty eying the other drink fidgets and grumbles, “Derogatory! You American’s and your mockery of my country.”

“Sweetie? If you don’t want that White Russian, I’ll take it.” Lou reached for the glass claiming it, “I loves me some white stuff and I don’t care the nationality.” Svetty mused as LouWanda sipped at the drink while rolling his eyes back. “Mmmm mmm!”

“Where is Master?” Svetty turned to Tessa.

“Took Serafina home to change. He swore he would be here by the time you go on.”

“You wear red dress. My country salute you.”

“Ha! Well, guess what? I shaved my bear bare just for you.” Tessa snorted, Marc finding their banter entertaining until he had too many customers to stand idle any longer. Luckily, the men at the bar were just as into the girls keeping them patient.

“Alright, my foreign powers, I must circulate.” LouWanda toasted them with a pinky extended, “Try to keep your ... oh, just do what you want. Nobody listens to us anyway.” With butterfly fingers in flight Lou took his/her leave, his wiggle definitely competing with the other dancers out on the floor mingling.

“What was that?” Tessa busted up giggling.

“Bolshoi ballet in town!” Svetty smiled devilishly, “Come we mingle together.”

“I don’t work here.” Tessa whined as Svetlana took her along by the wrist. Seeking out tables of men Svetty selected her targets, three middle aged men in business suits. Before Tessa knew what was going on Svetty pushed her down into one of their laps. The man chuckled as Svetty straddled his friend, placing her arms around his neck.

“United Nations.” Svetty leered back at Tessa.

“To World Piece!” Tessa laughed and said hello to her soft cushy lap. “Dang! I thought those nuclear warheads were dismantled.” Yep! Missiles were poised high.

Eight blocks away...

“Nice condos!” Henry followed Serafina Black into her gated community. “I never pictured Dom to live in, wait, they don’t live together I forgot. At least Serafina has good taste. I expected a trailer park.” Never judge a book by its cover, at least concerning Sera. Now Dom? He lived in a trailer.

Observing Sera pull her Jeep into a single stall garage then vacate through the large garage door she used her keypad to close it tight. Duffle over her shoulder she pointed to guest parking to her right across a small courtyard. Once Henry found a spot, he shut his engine off and noticed her motioning him to join her inside. Locking up he turned a brisk walk into a sprint.