Episode 376: DESIGNING woMEN

The Bellamy Towers!

“Alright, Loggers! Jeannie Doyle and her design team are on their way up.”

Stacy Raynes, the owner of the Bellamy stood in the hallway on her fourth floor. In a holding pattern just outside the suite that Logger Andre Bass had commandeered as his own she shared her cellphone screen with her pet project the remaining four Loggers. Hugging around the bodybuilder and playfully copping feels the four monsters chuckled over how the elevator full of hot women were primping in the mirrored walls. Short dresses on all of the women it was easy to tell they were seeking attention as much as business.

“Hold up! Is that a little person?” Brigham Rhodes reached out for Stacy’s cell to hold it steady. “HA! Dibs on the dwarf.” Laughing with him, his fellow troop gave him their blessing.

“Be nice! Kurstin is a sweetheart. Do NOT offend her in any way.”

“That wasn’t my intention, Stacy. I for one am equal opportunity. Well, except for dudes. Sorry guys!” After last night at MaleStrom and their forced gay moments they were all uneasy. “I hate to say it boss lady, but you scarred us for life.”

“You made out like bank robbers. Get over it!”

“No more of that or we’re out.” Jacob Long pointed at Stacy. “We mean it!”

“Yeah! Yeah! Under advisement. Just pair up with these bitches and spruce up your new apartments however you want. What’s in there right now is undoubtedly outdated. Paint! Wallpaper! Carpet! Furniture! Whatever you want just jot it down and Jeannie will get it done.”

“The way those gals are acting we might not get the chance. They know who we are, don’t they?”

“Word is out. My people send out invites and info. Unfortunately, these ladies were in the dark until I hired them. I’m pretty sure Andre and Hazel got them all worked up, their offices are in the building facing his place.”

“They’re here!” Otis Kinney hurried to beat the doors to the elevator. Lowering his sunglasses from atop his head he stood in front of it in his shorts and tank top. He then placed his hands behind his head and began a manly hula of swaying hips. The second the door ushered wide the congested women started squealing. “ALOHA LADIES! WHO WANTS TO LAI ME.” Otis was swarmed by Trudy Foster and Naomi Lord, secretaries to Jeannie Doyle, Trudy a blonde, Naomi a ginger. Hugging both to his hips their hands prowled his dark-skinned musculature.

Exiting after them was Jeannie, herself an elegant blonde and her best designers, busty Eliza Blair, petite ebony Keisha Campbell, and the dwarf diva Kurstin Lomax. Holding out for last another blonde by the name of Carla Quinn.

“Do we really need this many interior decorators?” Danny Boy Boyce confided in Stacy. “Not complaining but it feels like we’re on stage again.”

“I wonder if they brought their strap-on.”

“Fuck you!” Danny sneered at her.

“No! Fuck you, Bi-Boy!” She licked his nose then patted his cheek. “Relax! I’m joking about the strap-on. Time to be a ladies’ man Daniel!”

“Much preferred! Thanks!” He decided to join the others in introductions that would determine partners. Otis secured the two secretaries and Carla Quinn. Brigham picked up the red dress dwarf and threw her up over his shoulder and hauled her toward his selected abode. Kurstin was in shock that he fancied her, she was ofttimes hard on herself for only being 4 foot 2, a beauty, nonetheless.

“Um! Okay! This was not how I planned our itinerary.” Jeannie met with Stacy. Fanning her features she watched Eliza join Jacob Long and Keisha volunteering herself to Danny Boy. “So much for professionalism. We watched the other one having sex from our office.”

“Well aware! Angus seems satisfied with his apartment for now.” Stacy pointed at a Do Not Disturb sign. Hearing her maid Hazel Montgomery screaming her head off it was easy to understand why. “He’s simple!”

“And so very hung.”

“Had them all! Do what you’re being paid to do top priority. Fun and shames after.”

“Absolutely!” Turning, Jeannie placed fingers to her lips and let out the loudest whistle she could muster. “You heard ... Ms. Raynes! Tone it down! Measure, jot, show fabric! And that does not include your dresses held up in your hands. PRIDE LADIES! PRIDE!” Funny how Jeannie was the only one carrying a fabric portfolio.

Tour guides leading the women away with hands up the backs of their skirts the designing crew simply apologized mentally toward their boss. Jeannie and Stacy noticed every ass cheek in residence thanks to the overwhelming Loggers. Stacy was tempted to set them straight as well but did enjoy the view. Not that she had never spied in on all of these ladies, cameras hidden in their homes or cellphone pics sent to a variety of lovers. There was literally nowhere to hide these days. All of these beauties, Kurstin included were porn stars over in the Netherlands and did not even know it. Who needed residuals!

“Unbelievable!” Jeannie sighed!

“I could not agree more.” Stacy winked! “This bunch can be too energetic. They know they can get away with it and that I won’t stop them unless someone were to get hurt.”

“Hurt? Some of those ladies are married.”

“And obviously forgetting that. How is Howard?”

“He’s fine! I’m not talking about me, Stacy. I’m hardly an angel but I can behave when I need to. Your Mister Bass has them all worked up I’m afraid.” A new round of screams from Hazel Montgomery inside Andre’s apartment made Jeannie jump. “Good Lord! Your maid seems quite happy.”

“Between us girls? Hazel doesn’t have much experience with men. At her age this is all an epiphany. My gut tells me that she’s taking her new job seriously.”

“New job?”

“As the maid to ONLY the Boston Loggers. The boys wanted to hire her. Well, Andre volunteered the others but I’m pretty certain they won’t object after ... we kind of walked in on her sixth orgasm. I think she’s up to nine now. The guys were definitely enjoying her riding, Andre. Anyways! I should let you get to work and make your rounds. Open door policy except for Andre there as you notice the Do Not Disturb tag.”

“Speaking of open-door policy! Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure!”

“When we arrived here, your front desk girl was naked and standing up on a pole. You allow all of your tenants to witness that?”

“Actually! That’s a partial yes, partial no. Today is the first time I’ve allowed Lola to go naked. Normally I like to keep my pet pretty much to myself. She’s special to me but today she was reeling from last night and unruly a bit.”

“Ah! Which explains the pole moving faster once we entered.”

“That perch is motion activated. I set it earlier to go crazy when tenants either leave or come home.”

“Aren’t you afraid someone will take advantage of her alone down there and defenseless?”

“Not at all. This feature is not a daily ritual but if you were to notice on the floor around Lola, there is a circle embedded into the tiling. That is my circle of life. If anyone crosses it who is not authorized an alarm will go off and security will run inside to rescue her.”

“Wow! We did notice the two guards on call were monsters.”

“It pays to have muscle at your disposal.” Stacy winked and posed in her rippling stature.

“Mm! Yes, I do tend to notice how in shape you are.” A blush on Jeannie’s part was corrupted by Hazel’s latest orgasm. “I believe that was number ten if I counted correctly. I’m shocked that the apartments are not soundproof.”

“Oh, they are!” Stacy smirked! “That can be challenged when you own the place. Anyway! I will let you wander and do your job. Feel free to pop upstairs to the penthouse if you need me.”

“I will keep that in mind. Another question before you go. Do you always wear a bikini? I feel like I rarely run into you when you are fully dressed.”

“With a body like mine I like to flaunt it. Feel lucky! This is my house; I could walk around naked anytime I wanted to. No matter which floor or who sees me. With the perks I offer these people would you bitch seeing a hot landlady roaming the halls wearing only her hand lotion?”

“I suppose not. It’s crazy how often I’ve noticed nudity and sexual contact in public the last year. While I personally find it incredible that so many are taking risks, I often wonder how they get away with it. This is the home of the Grand Ol’ Opry for goodness’ sake.”

“Ever considered taking those risks yourself Jean?” Stacy found this amusing. “I’ve taken those risks in public myself.”

“So, I’ve heard. Why did we not get an invite to MaleStrom last night. You actually let the Boston Loggers engage in sex on stage and didn’t get closed down?”

“Pays to know people.” As well as knowing when to pay them. “I keep involved with the social circles around Nashville and have learned exactly what can be gotten away with.” She had helped make those laws around here. Ironclad doctrine that the outside world was unaware of.

Once bigwigs not involved with Watchtower succumbed to a mild case of blackmail the citizens tended to hush and comply. Thus, the police force, firefighters, hospitals and doctors, learned to adapt and evolve. Many found the life thoroughly enjoyable, others with conscience merely hid their eyes with shame and tolerance. Money flowed in, was paid out, and unwritten contracts were burnt into many a brain, nay a soul. Life went on!

“I’m not certain I ever want to know. I mean, yes, it is fun to be the voyeur but I’m terrified of going to jail or ruining my business should I go further than that. Howard would leave me in a heartbeat.” Would he?

Her husband Howard Doyle was just as corrupt as Watchtower. He like many took bribes to enable better business dealings as much as his own playtime. As a music industry mogul here in Nashville running Stampede Records, the exec knew the talent base and capitalized on their own blackmail schemes. Big names in Nashville with far larger labels behind them were drug under the ethereal mud and reduced to obedience themselves. Most overlooked their dilemma as long as they were left alone and cooperative. You know the stars! You simply have no idea that they too swept things under the rug. MUD! DUM Backwards! You get it!

“I think you underestimate Howie! He’s a good man; his record label is flourishing from what my brother-in-law tells me. He’s a Wall Street Wolf who keeps close tabs around Nashville as much as worldwide.” Not true! She merely used her newest Watchtower ally as a cover. Funny considering Harrison Banfield was about to dabble in the industry. “While Howie might not have any Shelton, or the big guns he does well with new acts and promoting them.”

“I suppose! We do make a good living. His career balances mine and throws business my way on occasion.”

“Perfect! You know what? I think you should let me prove to you how much you can get away with.”

“What do you mean?” Her eyes grew leery.

“Take what I say with grace, you do have a very nice body. Please don’t assume that I’m hitting on you, I’m not. The point I’m trying to make is that personal freedom can be achieved. You yourself have said you see it everywhere and no one creates friction. The more others witness it the deeper their own curiosity. Heck, I’ve gone naked in public.”

“In your club and your complex here.”

“Wherever I want. I can prove it if you like.”

“Now? What about the job at hand?”

“Do you truly think your employees are in there measuring anything other than their dick sizes?” She shared a grim expression. “Here!” Claiming her possessions Stacy sat things against a wall and took Jeannie by the hand. “Come with me.” That was what Mrs. Doyle was afraid of! Still, she followed along hand in hand. Into the elevator they went.

Apartment 42! Claimed by Brigham Rhodes! Door left wide open!

Carrying little Miss cutie Kurstin Lomax into his decided upon abode Brigham had his thumb up her anal cavity in transit. Not one of the designers voluntarily wore undies. Miss Lomax was in awe of his musculature and certainly did not put up a fight. Her love life was far from remarkable, only her own kind normally giving chase. Not that she rejected them, but she simply wanted more than they could offer. As a dwarf, nay, little person, Kurstin at 4’2 was mesmerized that this 6’5 powerhouse chose her to, well, coordinate decor in his domicile.

“Carried you across the threshold and didn’t even buy you a ring.” He laughed! A dining table in his apartment he hauled her up to it and stood her up. Teetering in her heels he maintained a hold of her hands. “There! Welcome to my world Kurstin.”

“You know my name?”

“Yes, Ma’am! Stacy warned me to be nice to you.”

“Please don’t!” She giggled! “That thumb up my ass was very nice.”

“Too much?” He winked with swagger.

“Not enough! I might look small but I’m most certainly an adult.”

“Yes, Ma’am, you are! A very pretty adult.”

“I can live with your trying to make me feel comfy. I know I’m just something to scratch off your bucket list.”

“Now! Now! Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

“I could say the same. It’s just ... you are War & Peace while I’m a children’s book. Thumbelina at that.”

“You need to stop that nasty Hobbit ... HABIT!” He razzed her! “I did that on purpose.”

“I’m used to the ridicule. My looks are the only thing that saves me.”

“You look taller than me right now. So, enjoy the boost in confidence.”

“Oh, I have all kinds of confidence. I don’t let my size get me down. Bedumdum!” She chuckled sounding out a drumroll for laughs.

“Well, my size never goes down, so, I guess we have that in common.”

“I know for a fact your dick is bigger than my entire arm.” She used her toe to tap his bulging sweats. “Both of my feet just to match you heel to toe.”

“Quit teasing me. Now I’m picturing you using your feet to jerk me off.”

“I can do that. While you’re down there though... “ Kurstin dared to lift her red dress up and over her gorgeous blonde hair. No bra or panties she stood in her heels. Kicking those off she dropped lower to the tabletop. His eyes were directly face to vagina. “Go for it. Unless you really want me to just write down cabinet measurements.”

“That there is a very nice pussy.” He grinned, peering up over his eyebrows. “I like you already. And believe it or not, it’s not because you whipped that dress off so fast. I have a very open mind if you can’t tell.”

“Same here! Lick that twat, Big Boy!” She hauled off and slapped him in the face.

“Oh, Hell! Don’t tell me you’re a Domina.”

“Switch! But I like to take the lead first.”

“I can work with that.” He nodded with a playful pucker then leaned in to wag his tongue over her clitoral hood as she pried her lips apart.

“That’s it! Tickle my fancy, I’ll tickle yours.”

Having to bend a bit he grumbled then grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up over his head as if light as a feather. 82 pounds was simple enough when he could bench press 380. Squealing at her flight she rode that tongue with an adventurous soul. Digging deep she quickly drizzled over his chin. “Fuck me!” she panted! It was funny that she was almost like Piper Cherry as a dwarf. Having fucked Piper and hearing her say that had Brigham laughing inside. “Popped another Cherry.” Sure!

Bringing her to a resounding climax Brigham lifted her off of his face and brought her down to his chest and held her in his arms, her stubby legs clinging to his ribcage. Big blue eyes sparkled as she circled her arms about his neck. Kissing her seemed like the right thing to do.