Episode 197: ATM

3:00 PM! LIFT KITty’s Fitness Center, next door neighbor to the strip club Cashanova.

Serafina Black had just finished giving a massage to businessman Marvin Bellows, owner of a country music studio there in Nashville. Marvin loved a strong woman and there wasn’t one that could trip his trigger like the hillbilly hellcat herself. Serafina worked him over so good he was limping out with a smile on his face. That happy ending nearly ripped his pecker off so that twang in his step was noticeable. As much as he loved that bitch he had second thoughts about returning. Strong was one thing, brutal another. Of course, she was rather moody today for some reason. Unknown to Marvin it was due to the fact her five brothers of six were driving down from Kentucky in a week and she was not ready to reacquaint. She had escaped her roots with the assist of her other brother Dominic, even though he wasn’t always sensitive to her needs. Dom had his moments of rough love too. In Sera’s case incest was not her cup of sugar. As big and broad as Serafina’s muscles were, she was a puppet to her clan. No more! No more! Barn dances were hell on Sadie Gawkins!

“You alright, Sera?” The owner of the gym Kitty Mitchell found Serafina at the front door watching Marvin get into his Ford F-150 and pull away.

“Dandy! Just thinking about kin is all. My brothers are coming South here next week. I doubt Dom mentioned that to ya. Those bastards are as big as Dominic is, all five of them. I’m just not ready to rekindle old times.”

“I cannot even imagine six versions of Dominic. You, being the only girl must have been hard.”

“You have no idea. Rather not talk about none of that hell on earth Kitty!” She truly hoped her mother was okay being out there in the hills all alone.

“Nuff said then.” Kitty began to flip a towel at Serafina’s bottom when both of the ladies heard a rumble of a Harley. “Awww hades! Look who crawled out of the steroid cooler.”

“Stacy Kaye Raynes! My day doesn’t get no better. Black leather on a hot ass day and she pulls it off. I wonder why she’s heading into Cashanova?”

“Probably looking to steal dancers for her club. Dom working today?”

“No! He’s in there though. Flossy Taggart took the day off so Dom stopped in to make certain there’s no trouble. Leadership without Flossy is slim on Tuesday’s. Even LouWanda is off today. New bouncer started too. Makes me wonder!”

“Wonder what? Raynes the new bouncer?”

“Not even! Raynes is too busy at her own club. I won’t go near that place. Cashanova is getting worse every day, but her brothel is beyond hope. Dancers fuck on stage up there and get away with it. Bukkake Sundays I hear Rein is promoting. Sundaes that is! If I didn’t have a teensy bit of dignity I’d go and make the money her dancers do but I just can’t. I’m batshit crazy but that there is Vamp Ire Nation.” Right over Kitty Mitchell’s head.

“Right! That fancy club on the Northside called MaleStrom. I’ve heard some but at least in this line of business I’m in it’s mostly locals. Dom hasn’t ever considered going up there and dancing?”

“Oh, yeah! Stacy has been trying to coax Dominic to dance for her club for months now, but my brother is loyal to Flossy. She must have another reason to be here.” Rubbing her chin as if suspicion rising Sera proposes her thought, “I bet the new bouncer knows Stacy. Spy, maybe! Kittycat, I’m gonna stretch my legs. If my next client shows up just show him in and tell him thirty minutes on me.”

“Is that literally?” Kitty chuckled.

“High stroller! Might happen. Be back soon.” Taking her leave Serafina walked across the lot still wearing her oily outfit consisting of all white. Stained to high heaven her tights were pretty much see-through. Nothing new, the eyes were on her the second she started strutting.

Having pulled in and parked, certain young, handsome stud by the name of Mace Belmont had made it to Cashanova as invited by the girls he met downtown last week Lacey and Gina, dancers there. Still in his truck he observed Serafina’s stature and allure whistling under his breath. “Damn that bitch is a mountain. She’s as big as that biker I followed in. If she gets on stage, I’m going broke.” He chuckled. Looking across the lot he spotted an ATM island by the street. “I’ll just walk over and grab some cash to tip Lace and Gina. I’m being stupid wasting my money like this when my funds are low but I can’t resist. Finding a job after the McKellen birthday party was my plan, but dang it I want to drive to North Carolina and see my sister Monet. If I land a job too early, I might not make that trip. As much as I don’t want to ask her, I might have to hit Aunt Piper up for a few bucks. I’ll just bring home a bunch of applications to show her I’m trying. That might smooth things over some. Come time to go see Monet, I’ll just tell Piper I don’t start any new job until I get back. I hate lying to Piper but I gots me needs, dammit!”

Hopping out of his truck he sprinted across the lot and collected $300 bucks from the mechanical troubleshooter. Stopping there to avoid blowing his last remaining $1,800 to get him North and back, he put his cash in his wallet and made his way to Cashanova. Entering the front door, he was met by a huge ass bouncer, a buxom Ginger in a gold tank top and extremely narrow denim booty shorts. Certainly not a fashion sense but again with muscles, not nearly as large as Serafina Black’s she was still menacing enough. Her tank top said HOLD’S GYM in a jest of Gold’s Gym which had barbells straining in a downward arc over her breasts as if they were holding the weights up. Her nipples were right under that bar. Tough lil’ buggers! Classic!

“ID?”

“Yeah!” Mace brought his wallet back out and shared his Georgia license. “Cool shirt!”

“I like it. I had it made downtown.”

“Crown Prints?”

“You know the place.” She smirked at him. Cute guy, just young!

“Yeah, I see a girl that works for Crown. That and my aunt just ordered a butt load of cheerleading uniforms from there.”

“Same girl that did my shirt? Mixed girl.”

“Right! Odessa Bradley. No relationship we just hang.”

“All good! I’m Pillar.”

“Because you’re statuesque?”

“Naw, but thanks for noticing! It’s my real name. Enjoy the ladies.”

“They want me to work here.” He chuckled casting a thumb toward the club. “I met Lacey and Gina downtown near Crown last week. They said I should try out amateur night on Thursday.” In response Pillar sized Mace up turning him in a 360 and checking out his build. “Thoughts?”

“Sturdy! You’re no Dom Perignon, but you might get the older gals riled up. If you don’t get hired here, try Malestrom up North on Berringer. See that big ass blonde in the black Stetson talking to the POPO, she owns Malestrom. Win her over you might break bank.” Pillar faces him then grabs his dick, her eyes lighting up. “Nice Gun! I guarantee Mrs. Taggart won’t let Stacy have you without a fight. You should dance Thursday night.”

“I’ll think on it. Nine inches, not bragging, just saying.”

“Lesbian! Sorry! Talent scout though.” She grinned. “I’m Stacy’s number four.”

“Number four?”

“Yeah! I’m on call when she feels like ramming her tongue up my twat. Four main honey holes. I’m last in line. Bitch! Just kidding! Stacy is a wild one that’s why I cling. She likes guys too though, so hey, come out swinging.”

“I’m really just here to see Lace and Gina. Are they around?”

“Mingling like the other whores in this joint.”

“Whores?”

“See Officer POPO and his ride-along? Do you think they’re here to shut the place down?”

“I hope not.”

“The girls here get to do whatever they want. Flossy isn’t here to maintain order today so expect a whole lot of blowjobs and lap lizards. Hop! Skip! and a Rump!”

“Wow! You’re pretty cool for a Muffin.”

“You’re pretty cool for a Stiffy. Who knows I might change my mind.” She winked. “Once I see the real deal.”

“Bring tip money.” He laughed. “Let me get in here I don’t have more than an hour. Busy day!”

“Peace out Chump!”

Moving on in with a nod of respect Mace saw a girl on stage that worried him. She looked like a young girl of fifteen. “No way! She has to be 18 to even work here. Cute but steering clear of that one. Reminds me too much of those girls I fucked in Piper’s SUV, they were sixteen as it was.” He explored a bit to avoid the cops who were seated at the bar with the biker bitch, the three swigging back shots of tequila. The younger officer with another tiny brunette hugging up on him had his hand on her ass. The girl was only wearing a micro-G-string. Fine as hell though! Blue hair was pretty sexy. She also had a tiny bird tattoo on her left tit.

“You like her?” A familiar voice caught his attention, turning to face his chesty friend Gina. “You made it. Good to see you Mace.”

“Hey Gina! I was just admiring her bird tattoo. Nice tits too.”

“That’s Songbird. Melody is her real first name, I’ll stop at that but now you can connect her reasons for the stage name. Lace is ready to hit the stage here in a minute. As soon as Raven gets done shaking her ass.”

“Songbird and Raven. You sure this isn’t a bird sanctuary?”

“Lots of flipping goes on in this place anything is possible. I’ll sit with you and watch Lace. Are you doing amateur night?”

“Let me think on it.”

“Sign up at least. If you chicken out, then this really is a bird bath.”

“Sure! I can do that. Hey! Did you see a big ass bodybuilder come in here wearing white?”

“Bubbly?” Gina grinned, “That’s Serafina. She only dances once in a blue moon. Works at the gym next door as a personal trainer and a masseuse. She would break you, let’s not break that.” She pats his tented crotch. Twice in under ten minutes being groped. Regardless he dared to grope her back, two-handed even. HONK! HONK! “I deserved that.” She chuckled lowering her chin to see Mace’s big hands palming her tits. “Let’s grab a seat by the second stage. Lace should be on after this song ends. The place is getting busy for so early in the day.”

“Lead the way. I’m not letting go.” Puckering over his threat she simply removed his hands on her own then turned her back to him before bringing his mitts back around her sides to reclaim her 38C. As if starting a Conga line, she walked him up against her toward the stage.

“I can feel that thing jabbing me in the ass.” She leered over her shoulder to say.

“He’s not going down anytime soon.”

“Works for me.” She intentionally pressed her bare bottom against his inseam. Wearing only a G-string it was just like being nude. Reaching a pair of vacant circular barstools, she sat him down then landed in his lap without letting go. Wiggling for comfort she smirked, “Getting too big for your britches, aren’t you?”

“If I could get away with taking my britches off I would.”

“Lap dance before you leave? I’ll let you take your pants off.”

“No underwear.”

“See me complaining?”

“Nice! Your attitude has changed since downtown.”

“We were in a hurry that day is all. Once you get to know us, we’re not such wenches.”

“So, what gives with the cops over there?”

“The older cop’s name is Coltrane. He’s in here every day about this time. One thing you should know if you ever plan to work here is not to cross any of them. No matter who they are. There are cops from all twelve precincts who frequent the clubs regularly, that’s every strip club in the city. POPO is bad news, why do you think we get away with so much here. Hell, every club in town is pretty much a whorehouse. No one is forced to do anything mind you, but most like the money too much not to do more than they would in any other city. Even me sadly. I fuck guys in the lap lounge. I hope you don’t think badly of me.”

“So, if I worked here, I could fuck girls who tip good?”

“Lots of Cougars hang out here. Money can buy you love even if it’s for thirty minutes. I bring home a minimum of five grand a night. That’s why Lacey and I have bumped up our hours. We used to work three days a week, now it’s five. Sex is only with the guys we want to enjoy. We have the say so not them, not Flossy, not the cops. The cops now are a different story. If you expect to be protected you pretty much have to give it up to those bastards, even the gross ones. Otherwise, we’re on our own.”

“That’s insane.”

“Scaring you off?”

“Naaa! My grampa is a U.S. Senator with pull. I can handle myself.” He laughed.

“Nice! You’re lucky. Most of us have no one in our corner outside of those cops we let seduce us. That’s not such a bad thing if it weren’t for a few pricks like Coltrane over there. He hasn’t bent me over yet, but he will someday. He’s making his rounds.” Music ending and the black beauty Raven collecting her cash from the stage, Gina lowered her voice. “Keep all of that to yourself. I have to be careful what I say, and please don’t let them scare you from working here. The money is outstanding. If I go above and beyond, I can double that five grand. That would mean private parties.”

“Wow! That’s a chunk of change. I can’t see making that kind of money if I danced though. I’m just a punk kid from Atlanta.”

“With one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot. Hard not to working in a place like this.”

“Isn’t it illegal to... “ He pauses as Gina points at Officer Lonnie Coltrane at the bar. A wag of her index finger she whispered into his ear.

“Like I said, they let us do anything we ... our customers want. Some days it can get pretty intense. We have the right to say no, and they would protect us but most of us let things happen. The money charms us.”

“So, I could fuck you right here, right now, and not get into trouble.”

“If I allowed that.” She patted his cheek, “Never say never but not today.”

“I don’t have time anyways.” He sighed but hugged her to him, she actually snuggling up. New song beginning, an old Whitesnake tune called Slide It In, her best friend Lacey took to the stage.

Ignoring Gina and Mace at first Lace prowled about and made her way to the stripper pole, using the chrome rod as if stroking a cock. A second later she climbed it and used her legs to keep her aloft. Dangling backwards she quickly removed her lacy bra and let the ladies free. In her strenuous recline she spotted her best friend and the fact that she was pointing out Mace to her. Lace instantly smiled and blew them a kiss before focusing on her performance. The stage was quickly filling up to start the tipping. Mace even found his wallet in hand and bringing out twenties. Gina swiped one of them then kissed Mace right on the lips. That deserved forty.

Feigning jealousy Lace sat down on the stage directly in front of them and used her foot to reach out and carefully nudge Mace from his kiss. Toes of her stiletto heels over his face she pouted then laid back on the stage. All he could think of was that she could have put his eye out with those heels. Caressing her huge breasts found a flutter of bills from random guys. Gina lifting away from Mace’s lap drew him from his seat and right between Lacey’s legs. Taking his hands Gina applied his palms to her hips then actually curled his fingers around Lacey’s underwear. Mace bulged his eyes and found Lacey lifting her bottom off of the stage. “Tug Silly!” Gina told him. Oh, yeaaaah! Guiding her panties down her legs, her gorgeous snatch revealed itself to him. By the time he had her undies to her toes Mace was full fury hard and his bulge was mighty.

The second he had them off of her she threw her legs up and over her upper body and somersaulted to lay on her belly, legs now kicking about in playful jest. Mace inhaled her panties then put them in his pocket for safe creeping later. Before he could toss cash her way a surprise visitor slapped a stack of bills on the stage. Bulging his eyes at the easy five grand of banded twenties in waiting he sought out the source. The woman in black leather had struck. Let it Rayne!

“Bring it in Lace. Your auntie isn’t here to shoot at me.” Lacey meet Stacy! The bodybuilding blonde with silky straight hair past her shoulders took her black Stetson off and turned to Mace placing it on his head. The fit was surprising not far off. “Hold on to this kid.” From there Stacy patted the stage. “MOUNT UP!” Lacey instantly recoiled the way she came, bringing her lower body back up and over to land the way she had originally lay for Mace. Grabbing Lacey’s knees Stacy Kaye Raynes went in for the thrill, tongue wagging. Burying her face into Lacey’s snatch the girl squealed and arched her spine at her vulva being invaded. Nails clawing at the stage the resounding applause could be heard like wolf call thunder.

Unable to see the action for her long blonde hair Mace took a huge risk and moved in to gather up Stacy’s silky locks and made a ponytail which he held out as if, well, reins. Gina was impressed that he had the balls to even do that. Ordinarily Stacy would have elbowed him in the nose but for some reason resisted that and fed hard on Lace. Slide It In right to the top Baby! Coverdale sang it best. Never gonna stop! Sadly, at least the verse died out.

Song nearing its end another shocker reared its head. Moving Gina aside Serafina Black grabbed Mace as if he weighed nothing. Releasing Stacy’s hair, Mace found himself manhandled and lifted to sit up on the stage next to Lace. “What’s going on here?” He chuckled, amazed by Serafina’s strength and ferocious attitude. First things first Serafina nudged Stacy, “Scoot over Diker Bitch!” Without so much as a lift away from Lacey, Rein eased over, dragging Lace a few inches. Serafina was in take no prisoner’s mode; her hands went straight for Mace’s pants and undid them. Savagely tugging them down he was so intimidated all he could do was watch her huge tits, nipples stabbing through the drying oil stains of her shirt. No way was he fighting back. HELL YES!

Once his erection popped free the entire club went silent. Pausing briefly even Sera had to admire his size. Lacey even cast Mace a thumbs up, peering over her brow at the horse in the room. Just as Mace swallowed, so did Serafina. She took Mace’s cock into her mouth and went to crown. Town too! Balls deep, he lost his balance and fell back to look up at the ceiling.