Episode 302: DOG EAT DOG

The Bellamy Towers! Nashville’s Northside! Fancy shmancy!

“So, Lola! You ever leave your post?” Danny Boy Boyce of the Boston Loggers dance troop was flirting hard with the extremely cute brunette at the front desk. Perched slightly higher than her feet were allowed to touch the floor Lola Ferry aka Ferrytail, nicknamed by Watchtower members, maintained her pose. Having a dildo up your twat on a stainless-steel rod bolted to the floor was not the most pleasant job in the world. Her posture sheer torture to maintain sucked ass, yet she was paid so well that it was worth her efforts. If she needed to pee, she had to call the parking garage security guards to help her off and back on her popsicle stick. Sad but that was part of her job, to stand all day and cum as often as possible without touching herself. Some might call it torture including Lola, but when you were making a hundred grand a year to stand there it was worth every penny. Eight hours would normally make any woman wore out. Not Lola, she was raring to go clubbing and work off the frustration.

“Only when I need to potty. Eight hours of standing here smiling.” Behind her checking out her bare ass Logger Brigham Rhodes noticed a crystal butt plug in her anus. “Holy crap! Is that a real diamond?” It sure sparkled like one. If it was that thing must be worth a fortune. Peering over her shoulder at Brig she smiled.

“It is! I only wear it on the job as ordered by my employer. It belongs to her. She calls it my engagement ring. If I told you how much it’s worth you would never make it out of Nashville.”

“No jewelry heist here.” He laughed! Although the thought would arise. “It’s definitely a beauty.”

“Just like Lola.” Danny was smitten.

“Are we going up or standing here at the jewelry store?” Troop leader Andre Bass was tired. “I need a shower and a pizza.”

“I’ll order five pizzas to be delivered. Let me warn the Lady of the House you’re here.” Using only her headset she looked at the camera mounted over her. “Dial please!” She couldn’t even reach the desk. “Hello, Mistress! Your guests have arrived. Shall I send them up? Yes, of course! On their way shortly.” A warm smile she held an index finger up for the count of five and pointed at the elevator they had come up in. The door opening a shaggy looking dogwalker by the name of Stefan Wyrich stepped out followed by two huge black and brown Rottweilers. Their size made even the Loggers jump.

“Let’s go fellas. Momma is waiting.” Stefan spoke to the dogs. Looking up he noticed the Boston Boys observing him. “Oh! Hey! They won’t bite. Not unless Momma tells them to. I’d shield yourself real fast if she did.”

“Stefan? See if you can all cram into the penthouse elevator. The Mistress is waiting on our new friends here.”

“No problem! The other elevator is roomier. Right this way, fellas!” Stefan opened the penthouse elevator and led the pups inside. The Loggers said their flirty goodbyes to Lola and ventured into the confined space. “Don’t worry about the weight limit. This crate is heavy duty. Big boys!” He looked around nervously.

“That’s why we get the big bucks. Big Boys, Big Bucks!” Jacob Long smirked!

“Fucks too!” Otis Kinney grinned brightly showing off his pearls. “Nice puppy!” Chopper timidly growled at him.

“Boston accents I notice. I hail from Connecticut. Almost neighbors!” The Loggers simply nodded as the elevator soared upward. “Anyways! Welcome to Cashville! Home of Country music and money out the ass. In town long?”

“Foot long!” Otis braggingly chuckled!

“Ah! Lucky you! Mistress must have had an itch.”

“Who is this Mistress?” Andre narrowed his eyes, “Are we walking into a mobster’s sanctuary?” Close enough, she knew the local Mafia. They worked for her. Cozy Nostra!

“I’ll let her introduce herself. I like my job!”

“You just walk the dogs?”

“Pretty much! I take out the trash too.”

“Can’t pay much, can it?”

“Posh apartment free of charge. Utilities paid! $500 a week to eat on.”

“Nice! This Mistress must be loaded.”

“So are her guns. Fair warning! Spear gun is the worst. I’ve patched a few holes. I also do maintenance when needed.”

“She sounds nuts.” Andre was struggling to understand all of this money. In Boston he knew quite a few criminals. Dodging bullets when their ole’ ladies hired the group it was necessary.

“Naaa! She is tough though. You’ll see in six more floors.” The dogs were getting restless as much as the Loggers. “And we are here.” The elevator opened up to the sound of rock music over well-placed speakers throughout the massive penthouse. The decor immediately caught their eyes.

“Jesus! Did she win the lottery?”

“Like twenty times.” Stefan laughed and unhooked his leash from the dogs. “Go find momma!” The dogs sniffed the air then bolted around a wall with a rotating fireplace. Hearing a loud clanking noise and a bellow they all cringed.

“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT LICKING MY TWAT?”

The Rottweiler known as Fatboy came running out of the back room and hid behind a huge sectional sofa. While the group dropped their bags they waited on their host chuckling over her outburst. Stepping out from behind the veil was the sexiest bodybuilder in Nashville. Zero steroid abuse made the beautiful Stacy Raynes, aka Stacy Reign the hard body she was today. Hard work it took years to build herself up but there was no turning back. Glossy tanned muscles rippled as she pinned her long blonde hair back. Butt ass naked her amplified 40G breasts were the only thing she cheated on. Stiff rigid nipples had Otis Kinney mumbling “Spear guns?” Stefan had to laugh.

“Need me for anything else, Mistress?”

“Naaa! Go on down and tickle Lola until she cums on her Lolapop!” That was one of the qualities that got Lola her position. Ticklish everywhere! Prone to peeing on her perch at least once a day and needing a janitor on call. Even the janitor lived like a King.

“On it! Nice meeting you fellas.” Back in the elevator Stefan was on a mission. That part of his job was the best. Lola’s songbird orgasms were always music to his cheers.

“Boston Loggers! Mi Casa Su Casa!” Stacy fanned her arms wide as if sharing the world, which included one hell of a perfect body she demanded to get checked out. The only thing she wore was sunglasses atop her head. The home gym was bright with a skylight above it. “As long as you’re in town that is. My name is Stacy Reign.”

“Damn! You’re fit.” Otis swallowed! “We’re big but I think you have us all whipped.”

“Only on bondage day.” She went to an end table for her remote and lowered the music from the band Rev Theory. Their song Light It Up was decreased to a minimal level. Looking down at Fatboy she sneered. “Do I need to muzzle your frisky ass?” The dog cringed looking over his brow with worry. “Go to your room.” Up he jumped and bolted down a hallway and into another room with the only entrance consisting of a large doggy door. Chopper joined his brother to keep him company.

“They’re trained well.” Brigham admired her control over them.

“Too well! I went through a faze. We won’t go there.” The Loggers instantly wondered if she meant bestiality. “Licks and flicks, no dicks. My own fault! Anyways, now that I look bad, come on in and have a seat. Anyone want a beer?” All hands up she nodded and went to her kitchen fridge. Open concept they could see her every move. That bitch was built like a brick shithouse. Needing six beers she felt like showing off. Sticking her own bottleneck up inside her cunt, pussy control held the neck firm. Another stuffed between her ass cheeks the chill got to her sweaty flesh. Compressing a third between her breasts like a Huggy she was wearing goosebumps. Two in her hands and the final one in her mouth she shuffled out into the living room and handed each of them a bottle.

“Now that is talent.” Otis was always the joker. His came from her cunt so he grinned at his boys. Unscrewing the caps, they each respected the cleanliness and sat them on a small coffee table within an ash tray. Coasters present they made certain to use them. Taking a seat amongst them she moved her bottle back to her pussy and clenched the cap until it came off with a fizz.

“No! That is talent! I can open a bottle with my asshole too. Alright, Fellas! As to why I invited you here.” All ears now that they knew how sturdy she was. “I heard through the grapevine you Bigguns hit town thanks to Piper Cherry.”

“You know Piper?”

“Of her! I’ve been meaning to stop by Horny-Dexter and say hello. I’m going to trust you Bubba’s to not tell her about me or the money I paid you to tackle some teachers in their classrooms.”

“Why exactly did you do that?” Andre Bass sat forward holding his beer. “That wasn’t smart of us doing that in front of school kids.”

“It’s the norm. If you think that’s something you should see what the other school districts are into. Horton-Dexter is struggling to keep up. We used you boys to make a point today. They’re coming along but a few of them needed that nudge. Nice work on Eccles, Otis. You had her hoppin’!”

“Yeah, she wasn’t fighting me until the end there. It’s like a lightbulb went off and she tried to dominate me. Bitch was on fire though.”

“I noticed that.”

“How did you notice?”

Lifting her remote she killed the music and turned on her wall mounted 80-inch TV. Just that fast the Loggers were privy to watching Jaycya Eccles finishing her school day in the nude. Noticing pink lush stems in her asshole and pussy as she walked around Stacy had to laugh. “Watch this! Piggy? You out there?”

“Always Mistress!” The Logger’s heard a voice clearly.

“Tap into Ms. Eccles cellphone app and hit her with everything those French Ticklers have.” The Loggers absorbed the change in Jaye’s demeanor in the blink of an eye. Bending forward over a student she nearly fell on him. The vicious tremors inside her holes had her on the gropes. Namely the boy holding her up by her breasts as she lost her mind. “This is what power is all about Loggers. I can tap into every camera, every cell, every pacemaker if need be. Don’t read into that, I’m not that evil. Nobody dies on my watch no matter what they say or do.”

“Wicked!” Brigham puckered! “What’s the cat lover up to?” A swift screen change to Mimi Alexander’s classroom found her still curled up on the tile but sticky from a class bukkake. “Kitty loves her cream, doesn’t she.”

“What about Piper? Where is she?”

“On the third floor.” Piggyback filled in the blanks. “Her cell is in her office charging but I’m able to tap into her cleaning people’s cells. No cameras on the third floor. Or the roof.”

“Which is why I paid you boys to hit the ladies where there were cameras. That was your auditions by the way.”

“Auditions?” Andre sat up straight.

“I own the biggest, baddest nightclub in Nashville. I want you Gents to come work for me there. Not many footlong cocks around these parts. Those that are close are stubborn fools.” Namely one Dominic Black! “Once I heard how innovative Piper Cherry was in locating you guys, I had to see them for myself. We overheard her invite you to relocate to Tennessee. I second that invite and offer you more money than you could ever dream of.”

“Dirty money!” Andre frowned!

“Which you know quite a bit about Mister Bass. Trust me I know every detail about all five of you. No threats before any of you think that. I just like to know who I employ. Our secret! As long as you keep mine. Piper Cherry nor anyone at Horton-Dexter learns of this meet and greet. Commit to silence and I’ll make you boys rich. Even without my backing the ladies in this city throw money around like it’s going out of style. Nashville wealth is plentiful.”

“How much are you paying?”

“Ten grand each night you dance. Double that in tips I guarantee it. We have quite a few clients coming and going with cash falling out of their bras and britches. Country capital of the United States that reels in the big fish. Tourism is off the charts even in the winter months. Not only that, but I’ll set you up right here at the Bellamy. I have vacant apartments available. One for each of you should you accept my offer.”

“Nice!” Jacob was beaming. “As long as it’s all legit, I’m in.”

“Me too!” Brigham chimed in with his vote.

“You do NOT own us, Ms. Reign.” Andre was the negotiator. “I won’t let you strong arm my boys.” This made Stacy flex her biceps in a pose. “Not even if you are a gorgeous rock.”

“Yo! Speaking of gorgeous rock.” Brigham jumped in his seat almost spilling his beer. “How much is that butt plug on Lola worth?”

“Lola and that rock belong to me. She wears it to prove how valuable she is. I’m appreciative of her dedication.”

“Eight hours on that pole. Damn! I’m surprised she can walk afterwards.”

“Mister Boyce, let me make something very clear to you. As stunning as she is, she is off limits. Lola ... is special, I’ll leave it at that. Touch her all you want while on that pole, but once she is off of it she is under my watch.”

“What about Chariot? I’d love to tap her.” Jacob looked hopeful.

“Now she can be arranged. She will be back tonight to pick you Gents up. Dance at my club MaleStrom just one night and see if moving to Nashville has its merits.”

“I noticed the texts your people sent me disappeared.” Andre was still weighing the situation.

“My joysticks can perform miracles, Bass. By wiping away our trail it protects us and you.”

“I’m certain you understand my reluctance. Knowing my past as you say you do. I had enough trouble escaping ... at any rate. I’ll dance ... we will dance. But stop short of thinking you own us.”

“Fair enough! My sister was supposed to join us, but she was detained. Her husband showed up and trapped her. If she can get away tonight, I’m certain she would pay you all handsomely to make love to her.”

“What about you?” Otis winked! “I’m open as long as you don’t squeeze my crown off like that bottle cap.”

“I want all of you to come to my bed on your own decision. I will not force anything outside of loyalty.”

“Mistress?”

“Yes, Piggy?”

“Pizza in the lobby with Lola. Should I ring Stefan to bring those up?”

“Absolutely! There better be one for me.”

“I overrode that order of five and made it eight! To share with the pups.”

“Good man, Piggy.” She stood up and pinched her nipples out of impulse. “Loggers? Shower up before your late lunch. Down the hall to your left just before the kennel is a sauna with a large shower capable of cleansing all of you at once. There are four bedrooms outside of mine. You will know mine by the accordion doors leading to the pool. Divide the rooms up ... whomever falls short can bunk in my bed until tonight. We leave at 7:00, Chariot will await. I’ll make certain her uniform remains in her limousine. Well, her driving cap must stay on. Pet peeve on my part.”

Standing in unison the Loggers grabbed their bags and checked out the four bedrooms. Andre made certain he was the straggler just to safeguard his boys. No fighting over it they knew he was the right man for dealing with Stacy. Regardless, all of them wanted that bombshell body bad. Stacy’s DOM had it going on! Shower, shave and try to behave.

Pizzas in ten!

Across town at Right Turn Clyde’s Adult Emporium.

Pulling into the parking lot in her sleek white limo the gorgeous blonde driver known as Chariot waited until her police escort showed back up before relinquishing her passenger. Darcy Beckett could only feel the car moving or stopped, no sounds whatsoever in her specialized hood. The very hood given to her by the owner of Clyde’s, Clyde Gerber himself. A hood of course arranged by the POPO when they required her for her first mission as an escort. Prepped for pickup she only knew by the roominess that she was in a stretch limo. So much fun!

Officer’s Ross Green and Joey Chandler started to retrieve Darcy from the limo managing to get her outside until Ross had other plans. People going in and out of Clyde’s saw Darcy in all of her glory being manhandled by Ross back into the limo and joining her inside. Before there was any removal of her locked-on hood Ross took the time to lower her back down roughly to the cabins floorboard and unzip his pants. Taking her cunt while he could, Ross slammed her shoulders against the carpeting and ferociously fed her his nightstick

In the drivers seat up front Chariot rolled her eyes at her time frame but knew she had no say in this hostile takeover. Local law enforcement had the right to delay things as necessary when they wanted. It was a perk for working under and with Watchtower. Twice around the block Chariot kept things moving until he appeared to be done. Took him long enough!

While Ross had Darcy at his mercy Joey stepped inside the adult bookstore to thank Clyde for his help noticing a number of customers looking for toys and the like. Eying a dirty blonde with large breasts looking at strap style body harness he narrowed his gaze. For some reason she looked familiar. Chalking it up to his age he let it go when his cell pinged. Looking at it a text read. “Diana Ramshaw. She is Carl Manley’s sister-in-law.” That raised a brow.

In her arms were four dresses she had selected from the slut sleeve as Clyde referred to the lengthy rack with over a hundred such revealing outfits. Mostly strippers bought things from here if they were looking for undivided attention. Clyde definitely kept the place fully stocked. Newly opened over the last month not many people knew of Right Turn Clyde’s outside of word of mouth. Which is probably why Piper Cherry and Mavis Hale shopped at Girdles Interrupted. They like everyone else would learn of Clyde’s seductive establishment very soon.

“Manley’s sister-in-law, eh?” Joey pondered the info. “She definitely wasn’t anyone I thought she was. Just resembled someone I suppose. So many women cross our path they all look similar. Looks to me like she’s kinky if she’s looking at body straps.”

“That woman was here before you boys took the hood ornament away in the limo. She spotted you guys loading her up from the parking lot.” Clyde interrupted Joey’s thoughts, “She’s pretty indecisive I think.”

“Pretty definitely!” Looking his way, she saw Joe and smiled. Unaware what Nashville was like overall, sheltered and protected by Carl, Diana aimed for friendliness. Joe took the chance and walked over to her.

“Afternoon, Young Lady.”

“I’m not that young. But thank you.” She giggled! “Hello Officer. I hope you don’t think I’m a shoplifter. I just can’t make up my mind what suits me.”

“Well, I’m certain that leather cage you’re holding up probably scratches an itch.”

“Nosey!” She razzed him playfully. “My husband is quite dominant. I’ve been slacking in the subservience arena so I’m looking to surprise him. Well, when I head home to Virginia that is. I’m in town to help care for my sister who has stage three cancer.” Stage four, but only Margaret Manley, her doctor, and now her caregiver knew how bad she truly was.

“Long way to Virginia.”

“It’s a nice drive at least. Can I ask your advice?”

“The black leather one.”

“Oh! I am partial to that one. The red one as well. That wasn’t what I was going to ask but I will go with your judgment.”

“Ah! One second!” He turned halfway and looked back at Clyde. “Hey Gerber? Two harnesses on me.”

“They match your eyes.”

“Funny man!”

“You don’t have to do that.” Diana looked shocked. “Why would you bother?”

“Feeling generous I suppose. What was your question?”

“I know I’m going to look bad, my being married, but I have a date tonight. He wants to go dancing and mentioned I believe MaleStrom and Broncos. Are those clubs safe?”

“Thus, the incredibly short dresses.” He nodded with a grin. “No place is truly safe anymore. As far as dance floor MaleStrom is the best bet. Broncos is all yeehaw and can bring in a rowdy bunch. I suppose it’s your choice where you want to risk it. I’d say keep mace in your purse.”