Episode 37: LEADER’S HIP

“Are you two sluts done licking the hell out of one another?”

Henry McKellen checked in periodically via skype between designing a scene in his RPG game Frisque, to check on his 19-year-old co-worker Tessa Harper and her roommate Russian foreign exchange student Svetlana Goboldsky. Both had been making love for over three hours taunting him as he waited on them to finish up. While it was difficult to keep from being distracted by the two gorgeous blonds, he had managed to complete a rather steamy scene between his male lead character modelled after himself and his female counterpart Emma. Emma herself retooled to look exactly like his neighbor Piper Cherry in every way. She was one smoking hot slut on screen as much as in reality. When you have the perfect fantasy living right next door the inspiration was nonstop. Within the scene he had rough caricatures of two smaller girls peeking through a doorway watching his leads have hardcore sex on a sofa. While without hair color and features he stopped short of going further with their design. “Am I really considering this? Using my daughters in my game just seems so wrong.”

“Jealous Henry?” Tessa sat up alongside her friend Svetlana quite naked now that a Trekkie shirt had been beamed out of the picture. Holding one another the bisexual buddies teased each other still with kisses, licks, and caresses.

“I listened to you both saying Oh Daddy, Oh Dada all morning. Hint taken but I haven’t put a face on either daughter’s image. Here I’ll show you what I’ve done while you two bitches 69’d your way to a 70’s climax.” He turns his laptop to face his designing monitor and plays the artwork in slow motion, all without moans or voices, those would be added later. Tessa stepped away from Svetty and returned to her desk chair, Svetlana following her and hugging her from behind, chin on her besties shoulder. “Notice the framing of the two daughters in the background? There! I set the stage. What I’m not certain of is your suggestion in using the likenesses of my own kids. They might be mortified when they finally see this. You know the older they get that’s inevitable.”

“You worry too much Henry.” Tessa speaks as Svetty kisses her neck and sucks on an earlobe. It was hard for her not to smile. “You might not notice it unless you actually look for it, but daughters always crush on their dad’s. You were, are, the centerpoint alpha male their entire life. It’s bred into their DNA to be a part of you.”

“Ummm! I am the guy that made them.” He scowls. “Squirt and squirt! Until there really were two beautiful squirts.”

“Exactly! That makes the allegiance even tighter. You know I used to have sex with my dad, stepdad too. I grew up adoring my dad, so it seemed right. Still does.”

“Yes, Henry Boss.” Svetty stops taunting Tessa and enters the conversation, “In Russia it is natural to enjoy family. I too have slept with my father, uncles as well. Brothers not so much. Quite vile!”

“Yeah? Well, I’m not sleeping with my girls. This is a game not reality.”

“Yes, yet you want to model the designs after Dakota and Sable, don’t you?”

“That was your brainstorm not mine. I mentioned this incest stuff to Josie, almost asking permission to use the idea in Frisque.”

“What did Wifey say?” Tessa shivered at Svetty’s continued kisses to her neck, fingers tweaking at her nipple erection as if tuning a radio dial. It gave Tessa the shivers resulting in eye flares every thirty seconds.

“She’s fine as long as that line is never crossed with our daughters. Even if I model them to have appearances identically to them. Josie trusts me not to step over that line.”

“Awesome! Your fans are going to go nuts. Nutting even.” Tessa giggles, “Svetty stooooop!” The Russian beauty had turned Tessa in her seat to enable her to kiss her nipples rather than pinch at them. Henry had a perfect view of Svetty’s tongue lashes over Tessa’s perky pink nips, teeth tugging on them for a rejoiceful gasp of luxury. Lips pulling and torturing were calling the wild, moans, and barely audible howls of opinion. Henry just sat and watched them all over again.

“Is incest really that popular?”

Panting Tessa tried to focus between conversation and stimulation. “More than you know. Look up the statistics online. It’s the number one fantasy among men and women to roleplay Daddy/Daughter. Another stat I read said 70% of young girls have fantasies of being with their father’s.”

“That high? No shit! Damn! What’s the world coming to?”

“They’re cumming to one another Henry. That’s the point. Your fanbase will blow up once you really get in there and explore incest more.”

“Do you truly believe that Svetty?” Henry needed a second opinion. Svetty pauses in her feasting to lay her cheek on Tessa’s breast.

“I am busy with sister ... Dada.” Her words cut deep. Returning to her mouthful Tessa sighed.

“There you have it Daddy. Right from the mouths of babes.”

“I’m going to take a break.” Henry had to digest it all, “I have to run some errands anyway. I’ll get back with you this afternoon.”

“Will do.”

“Wish me luck Henry Boss.” Svetty broke away long enough to say.

“Luck? What for?”

“New job interview. Tired of swimming with small fish.” Svetty spoke, being a swim coach at a YMCA.

“Doing what?”

“Stripper.” She winked. “I will dance for you.”

“Bring it to the stripper pole Ruskie.” Henry chuckled patting his ever-hard cock, standing enough to share in its size. He had long lost his pants and underwear, just sitting in his t-shirt.

“Were you jerking off watching your daughter’s play with one another Big Daddy?” Tessa giggled.

“Naaa! I downsized you two for a while or I’d never got any work done.”

“That certainly didn’t downsize.”

“I might not have watched you two sluts, but I heard you. Good luck Svetty. Let me know if you land the job, I’ll stop by the spank bank for tip money.”

“No money Dada. You bring that tip. I spend ... time.” She taps Tessa’s monitor right over the image of his penis. It was almost as if he felt the tap on his cock. Her riveting accent drove him insane.

“Alright Kids. Daddy has to go. Look for a Tess later text ... other way around. “ He laughed. She shook her head and severed the skype feed. Tessa took Svetty back to bed and returned the favor. Her interview was two hours away, more than enough time to enjoy their morning.

“Crazy kids I swear.”

“Why are you not texting me back?”

Sable McKellen checked her cellphone in between classes. Emotional over what she and Travis Herbert had been put through yesterday, being tied nude against his will to the bleachers in the gymnasium, and she caught trying to rescue him in a compromising pose. Having cell video taken in her awkward positions made it look as if she was giving Travis a blowjob, so not the case. Kids were really cruel sometimes.

She had been minimally teased over it while at school even though the video went viral. She concluded that was because of the respect the students had toward her mother Josie who taught at Horton-Dexter, and new Counsellor Piper Cherry. Cruel or not, a large portion of the school had found loyalties toward those two women. Reason being they were easy on the eyes and ... well, just easy period. Every period until the final bell.

“Should I call him? I mean if he’s not texting it must mean that he’s humiliated even of me. I didn’t try to help him the first time when Corey Samson turned him upside down in the garbage can. I would hope he knew I felt bad about that by helping the second time he was being harassed.” She just didn’t know what to do.

“Hey Bunny Hop!” A feminine voice drew her eyes up from her cell.

“Hi Tawny. Why do you call me Bunny ... whoa!” She reflected on her father Henry last night while jerking off to Tessa and her friend. At one point he called out Bunny and Montana. Now she understood why. She was Bunny, Dakota was Montana. The incest thing in his game that they had overheard he and their mom mention while under the bed as they eavesdropped on their sexual lovemaking. Rather, it was more of a bestial overtaking!

“You, okay? You look miserable. Bunny Hop because of how you danced during cheerleading practice.”

“Oh! Okay! Just everything that happened yesterday. Between Travis, the stupid video, cheerleading practice, my mom being ... I don’t know what she’s being these days.” She did, she just didn’t want to spread more rumors about Josie and her seeing Coach Crandell. Sadly, that was the tip of the iceberg. Nobody was spreading any rumors over her mother’s other activities to make things worse in her mind. At least at the moment.

“Don’t give up on the cheerleading. If you need my help, I’m there for you. I know Robin and the other girls are supposed to help you too, but they have better things to do if you know what I mean. Guys even! Face it cutie we’re all sluts. Even me, I just have more heart than those skanks.”

“Thanks Tawny. I just need to clear my head some more. If Travis would text me that would put at least one thing weighing on me at ease.”

While the girls talked, a gathering of boys including Corey Samson were walking their way taking turns holding something up to their noses one at a time. Tawny wincing at them shook her head. “Some bitch lost her panties. Those freaks are high on snatch.” Sable stared at them in pacing but thought very little of it. As long as they weren’t hers.

“Damn Dakota smells good.” Wrestler Lonnie Frame chuckled inhaling deeply before passing the thong off. Corey Samson was the man of the hour having hold of that slingshot. They all presumed he was seeing Dakota on the side. He said nothing to dissuade their thoughts.

“COREY SAMSON!!” Attention dropped everything to a dull mumble, students waiting to see what had rallied up that thunderous voice. Dakota McKellen had finally caught up from the other direction, walking at a rapid pace toward the panty raiders. Each step she made her opened cleavage showed a beautiful dance of jiggling breasts hiding out in their sparse coverage. She had left her dress unbuttoned during Typing class a tad more than usual. In walking fast, totally stressed by the loss of her undies her tits were going spastic. With that dress fanning open to just above her belly button it was one hell of a visual.

Corey quickly reclaimed her thong and hid it behind him to avoid her taking it back. The closer she got the more jaws dropped. “Give it to me.” She threatened him with a bitter expression. He laughed at her and let her march right up to him chest to chest.

“Right here? In front of everyone? Damn Dakota, I knew you wanted me but...” He played arrogant but dumb as the other guys chuckled yet found her chest just a bit too alluring to laugh too hard. “No clue what you’re talking about Beautiful.” A boy behind him took her thong from Corey and hid it behind his own back for safe keeping. Once no longer in his possession Corey brought his hands around him and placed his palms in front of his pecs to show he didn’t have anything. With his palms poised toward her, a boy behind her nudged her directly into Corey, his hands now cupping her tits through her silky dress material. She bulged her eyes and tried to step back but found herself pinned between Corey’s grip and the boy sealing her in. Corey squeezed her tits twice then paused to let them go. He then acted shocked and looked over her at the boy. “Dude! Uncalled for Bro.” Corey tried to play it off as not his fault.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” She dropped her jaw, “I thought you were better than that Corey Samson.” In her mind it was the other way around, it made her giddy, but she knew if she let on, they would constantly dog her.

“Hey Jorge pushed you into me. That was an accident.”

“Squeezing my boobs is not an accident.” She found herself wet under the circumstances. This was like the day at Piper’s when she let Knox Hardecker grope and paw her up. While not expecting or necessarily instigating it, the touch of a man did make her want more. Not sex, just ... attention. She blushed heavily under her imprisonment, uncommon for her, that was more her sister’s thing. Jorge rubbing his body along her backside leaned over her shoulder to inhale her perfume, his nose rolling along her neckline.

“You smell great Dakota.”

“I ... do?”

“Fuck yes you do. What kind of perfume are you wearing?” In her distraction by looking at Jorge, Corey grew just plain evil and softly unbuttoned two more of her dress. Her cleavage was down to her navel near her bikini line. Corey smirked at his friends surrounding her.

“It’s called Light Blue.” She trembled as another boy drew near to her left and joined in sniffing her neckline. She found herself unable to tell them to stop even though she felt used. “Corey? Please let me have it ... back.” All the boys heard was “Please let me have it.” Erection’s rose in formation. Due North for Dakota.

“Not sure what you think I have Dakota. Mind being more specific?”

“My ... panties.”

“WHOAAAA!” The group of boys reacted to her admission.

“Ohhh! Those?” Corey pointed to his friend Nolan Proctor holding her thong. He showed them to her then dangled them high over her head. As she tried to grab them from him, he made her hop higher each time. He a good 6’1 and her 5’1 that was not so easy. With each jump her tits bobbed about. Still oblivious as to how many buttons Corey had undone without her knowing she was offering a worthy show. Tossing her thong in a game of keep away she twisted and turned in step to try and snatch them in the process sly fingers hooked her vertical hem and parted her dress until her left tit was totally exposed, nipple spiking. With Jorge in her way she began to whimper. Students were in awe of her breast. Keep away becoming more hurried those sneaky fuckers parted the other side of her dress until both breasts were visible. She focused so much on trying to catch her panties that she didn’t even notice.

“Why are you being mean to me?” Onlookers were now congesting in the hallway even though the next period bell had just rung. They were too amused to leave and between drooling just laughed at her expense. With her back to Corey, he reached up to pinch the neckline of her dress with both hands, fingers holding the material tight. With a nod to Jorge to step away the boy holding her thong lowered it for her.

“Here Dakota. We’re sorry.”

Moving forward to claim them Corey’s grip on her dress kept her outfit in his possession while her body unwittingly slipped free in her opened cleavage. Right before a good twelve onlookers her perky 34B’s popped out of their concealment more vibrantly, nipples stabbing hard.

“OHHHHHHHHH WHOHOOHOOO!” The laughter of the boys was loud and verbal. Corey’s grip had literally held her dress so tightly that her advance to retrieve her thong sent her upper body almost free of her dress. Even her caramelized shoulders were a visual delight as her dress rolled back on one arm, leaving only her outstretched arm to prevent escape. Essentially Dakota McKellen was topless down to her tummy. Caught off guard she squealed and covered her chest with her book bag. In the humor of it all guys still complimented her with, “Fuck those are nice tits.” to “Did you see how hard her nipples were?” She felt faint in her exposure.

Just as the group attempted to lower her book bag for another healthy dose of thrill in jumped her sister Sable and Tawny. Having realized Dakota’s dilemma, they gave chase. Not that the girls were all that helpful they did pose as a good distraction. Sable even found herself being felt up in her defending. Yelps were heard clear down the hallway.

With the bell long rang teacher’s missing students began looking out their doors. Including a certain Counsellor, ducking her head out of the principal’s office. Principal Carl Manley was elsewhere at the moment. Piper holding her cell to her ear noticed the situation and ended her call with, “Friday morning is fine. My nephew will be there to let your installer hook up cable. Gotta go problem to deal with. Thank you.” Cell lowered she marched headlong into the chaos, her massive melons dancing far more extravagantly than Dakota’s. Eyes were switching targets quickly and darting up and down to follow her stampede.

“What the hell are you idiots doing?” Piper rushed amidst the boys and found Dakota beet red and hiding herself behind both her book bag and her sister. Tawny pushing boys away was evident as well. Once Piper intervened the boys dispersed and began to leave the girls behind. One single pinch to Piper’s behind made her tense up and look for the candidate. With three possible she merely smirked and shooed them off to class. Once the coast was clear Piper looked at the girls with a peaked eyebrow. “Fill me in.”

“Corey stole my panties from my bag. I tried getting them back and they played keep away. My dress was unbuttoned. I think someone unbuttoned more because my dress came open and almost off.” Dakota had dropped her book bag and used Sable to pull her dress back into place. Trying to button up wasn’t easy with trembling fingers.

“Here let me help you.” Tawny stepped in to offer an assist, she and Dakota locking eyes. Tawny knew that Dakota wasn’t as upset as she let on. She had been there once or a hundred times in her life. A wink shared Tawny whispered, “I get it.” Dakota merely stared; uncertain what Tawny was getting at.

“You two go on to class. I’ll ... counsel.” Piper lightly nudged Sable first, then once Tawny was done helping sent her on as well. Alone now Piper looked at Dakota with concern. “Did you get them back?”

“Noooo!” Dakota pouted. “They were all sniffing them.”

“I’ll find who has them. You want to go sit in my cubicle for a while?”

“No, I’m fine. I can go to class.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Piper?”

“Yeah Sweetie?”

“Can you ... not go looking for my panties?”

“I know that look.” Piper rolled her eyes, “I need to make another phone call anyway. Be careful out there.” Without warning Dakota molded her arms around Piper for a hug. “It only gets worse you know that right?”

“I’m a big girl.”

“Don’t get too big.”

“I won’t.” Dakota giggled. Stepping back from Piper she unbuttoned her dress again to where it was prior to Corey’s mischief. Shaking her head Piper reached in and buttoned a single button on Dakota’s dress.

“Humor me. Just doing my job.”

Dakota beamed and plucked up her book bag and took off for class. Calculating in her head Piper reached five before she saw Dakota unbutton what she had just buttoned.

“I’m shocked I made it to five.” She giggled, “T-shirts! I have to call about Cheerleader shirts. One size fits all ladies.”

Tight End was going to take on a whole new meaning.

“There’s LIFT KITty’s.”

Henry still had to laugh at the name of the gym. Right next to a strip club named Cashanova just as Kelly Herbert said. “So, it’s get fit, then go next door to see if it fits.” He laughed searching for a parking spot. Sharing a lot seemed ideal for both businesses. It promoted a good workout either way. “There’s Andre the Giant’s truck. I really didn’t expect to run into the guy so easily. Let’s just hope I don’t get my teeth knocked out. What I suggest might piss him off. Although, I have to say he comes across as a badass but knowing he’s taking care of Kelly financially is kind of respectable. That at least shows me he’s not just using her as a fuck puppet.”

Parking his SUV Henry shut it off and just stared at the building. Eying the strip club next door he was shocked to see an open sign. “I guess it’s been a while since I’ve been to a strip club. 24-hour clubs used to be impossible to find. Evidently, Tennessee must be needing money to fix the roads.” He chuckled about the taxes they must be getting in return. “Alright let’s do this while my balls are full.”

Climbing out of his vehicle Henry locked up and strolled toward the gym. Reaching the door, he looked through the windows to locate Dominic Black. Finding him was easy enough, the guy was lifting a good 500 pounds squatting. There were a good number of people in the gym working out, forty percent were watching him, thirty five percent women. “He sure knows how to attract attention. How much do you want to bet every one of those ladies have been next door when he dances? Hell by the looks of some of these girls they might be strippers too. Would make sense this gym would offer discounts to the hot chicks.”

Noting Henry looking through the window a middle-aged woman with humongous breasts, easily a good 42DD but built like a brick shithouse stepped in front of him smiling and motioning him to come on in. Deep breath taken Henry opened the door and made his grand entrance.

“Hey Sugah!” The woman greeted him wearing tight green and white yoga pants and a white tank, certainly no bra her nipples were primed to do a bit of lifting on their own. Definitely silicone! “Never seen you here before, looking to join us?”

“Never know. Little intimidated, I guess. I’m sure you hear it all the time.”

“Sweetie! You don’t even look out of shape. Why are you worried? I see decent biceps under that t-shirt. You must work out some.”

“I do pushups and sit ups every day. Watch what I eat fairly well. In my occupation there’s a lot of sitting on my ass so I know I need to do at least that much.”

“A nice ass it is too. I’m Kitty, I own this place. Come on in and let me show you around.”

“Thanks. Listen, I didn’t just come here for any membership, although that could still happen.”

“Here for the girls?” She winks, “Ten of the gals that take it all off next door are in here now. Same for ole’ Dom over there if you’re into the fellas. Hope not.” Another playful wink she makes Henry chuckle.

“Not like that. I am here to see Dom though. He ... dates my neighbor.”

“Lil’ Miss Kelly? Bless her heart. She’s adorable. Dom is one lucky man.”

“You think a lot of Dominic, huh?”

“Biggest sweetheart in Cashville.”

“Cashville?”

“You know ... Johnny Cash. Burning Ring of Fire, Johnny?”

“I don’t get your reason for Cashville though. You mean the House of Cash Museum?”

“No darlin! You even notice the name of the club next door? It’s called Cashanova. Dom there ... dominates that place. Big money maker if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen his money maker.” He chuckles, “Not intentionally. Long story! Anyways, I hate to bother him it looks like he’s got enough going on without me.”

“Nonsense! Gotta name handsome?”

“Henry.”

“Hmmm! Not exactly a stud kinda name. Unless you gotta big hammer John Henry?”

“Big enough.” He winked, “Ball peenIS hammer!”

“That’s as cute as you are. Follow me Sugah! I’ll let Dom know you’re wantin’ to talk to him.” She turns then peers over her shoulder to see Henry looking at her ass, for a 43-year-old Kitty Mitchell had a rocking bod. Smirking at his eyes she pauses and shakes her bottom playfully, “I hear your train a comin’.”

“Sorry! Nice caboose. Didn’t mean to derail ya.” He laughed.

“Oh, I like you already, John Henry.”

“Kinda funny actually, my full name is Henry Jonathon McKellen.”

“Perfect. John Henry it is. Tail the tracks Johnny.” She definitely had a charm about her. Leading him through the maze of onlookers and actual exercise aficionados they discover Dominic had switched from squats to bench press, a muscular young woman spotting him as he began to lift another large amount of weight. Just as Dom tried to find his grip on the barbell Kitty swooped in and straddled his lap. Hopping on him twice to get his attention. “Hey Big Fella, you got company.”

Dom winces and looks up at her as she casts a thumb toward Henry, the half dozen girls around him checking Henry out with curiosity. He smirked and folded his arms trying to look tougher than he truly was. Wearing a concert t-shirt from his younger days of Megadeth’s Youthanasia tour and jeans he just wasn’t setting off too many sexual vibes. While handsome the geek was coming through. That and all of the folks around him were into Country music.

Dom looks beyond Kitty and locks eyes with Henry. “Well, if it ain’t the Louisville Lugger.”

“How you doing Dominic? Can I have a word with you?”

“I reckon. Hop off my hard on Kitty.” The woman slapped his sweaty bare chest then slid off to break up the gathering.

“The membership in this place ain’t all ‘bout Dom’s member. Back at it people.” Laughter led the group to part ways. Behind Dom the tall female bodybuilder eyed Henry with narrowed eyes.

“Relax Serafina I got this.” Dom motioned her away. Taking her leave Henry couldn’t resist looking at her ass. For someone so huge everywhere that ass was perfect. “You eyeballin’ my sister?”

“Your sister? Serafina? Really? Sorry.”

“Why you here Louisville?”

“I owe you an apology I suppose. When we all heard Kelly sounding like she was being hurt, and her son fearful of you ... well, you have to understand what we thought.”

“Yup!”

“I hope I don’t get her in trouble, but I had a talk with Kelly yesterday and she informed me more about ... your relationship. She’s ... pretty into you.”

“Course she is. She has no choice. I know how to satisfy her itch.”

“I’m sure. She also told me you help her out financially. Brownie points in my opinion of you. I’m ... sorry I swung a ball bat at you.”

“Ehhh!” He hissed, “One swinger to another? You did what you thought was right. Took some serious balls to do that.”

“Speaking of balls.” Henry chuckled and cleared his throat right afterward. Pointing without saying anything Dom lowered his gaze to his lap. Under his seated straddle his scrotum was partially hanging out under his shorts. Noting it’s bulge, the giant smirked.

“Wanna see something even better?” He winked.

“Uhhh! I think I’ve probably already seen your better half over at Kelly’s.”

“Not my pecker you dumb shit. Watch this.” He motions Henry to step behind him then calls out at the top of his lungs, “WHO WANTS TO NUDGE MY NADS?”

Hearing him seven of his earlier onlookers including one man hopped from their cardio equipment nearly falling in the process to reach him. A point at the gay man incoming sent him back to his bike disappointed. Of the remaining six beauties he paused them in transit with a wagging index. “First gal to show Louisville here their tits is the lucky nut nudger.”

In a blur of whipping shirts and support bras Henry McKellen got the opportunity to see six sets of some of the firmest young breasts in Nashville. Eyes flaring but hardly bulging Henry found Dom’s control pretty amazing. A stunning redhead most likely mid 20’s beat the others due to no bra. Hopping in step at her chance to touch the bodybuilder down there her 38C’s bobbed like a dream come true.

“That a girl Lucy.” Dom smirked, “Bring ‘em down.” She intentionally placed her shirts hem between her teeth to keep her breasts out in the open, then knelt next to Dominic but waited permission to touch him, hands to her sides. Henry gathered that she was likely trained some herself in the lifestyle Dominic led. “Let’s see if you can do it with your face.”

Henry poised his eyebrows high expecting her to run but she just moved her face in with zero hesitation and used her nose to nudge his well-rounded left nut. Not succeeding at first, she used her lips almost as if kissing his sack. If at first, you don’t succeed try the tongue. Her shirt released from her lips allowed Henry to watch Lucy force his sack under the loose shorts, he could hear her whimpers at being so close to one very enormous cock, his shorts riding high not making her efforts any easier. Under his shorts now Dominic reached down and palmed the girl’s cheek. “Good girl. Go ride your bike.” She carefully stood up and dropped her t-shirt hem from its wrinkled state atop her tits. Off she wiggled fluttering her fingers at Henry with a very happy grin. “All you gals can stop yer oglin’. Get on over there.”

“How many slaves do you have anyway?” Henry chuckled.

“Only Kelly. Lucy there? She’s what you call a hopeful. Those others? Three of ‘em work next door. Other two ... bored housewives. Big tippers though.”

“Well, at least you’re keeping the dream alive.”

“That I am ... so why are you here? I know it ain’t just to apologize.”

“That was part of it. That and to tell you I think it’s pretty noble of you to take care of Kelly like you are while she’s out of work.”

“No reason for her to go back to work. Rather have her when I need her.”

“Right!” Henry rubbed the back of his neck trying to calm himself for what he truly wanted to ask. “Alright Dom ... the real reason I’m here is Kelly filled me in on your outstanding order that she serve all men’s needs should they tell her or ask her for it. I’m not telling you what to do in any way, just hear me out.”