Episode 404: sLAPSTICK

Club Cashanova! Business was booming all of a sudden. After a torrential rain keeping people at home, necessity took control. Money to burn! Money to earn!

“Mind if I cut in?”

“Hell no! Join the party, Lavender Girl!” Willy Pearl was feeling left out as Brenda “Boots” Bailey found his buddy LaVont the better ride. To his left the blonde yoga instructor Daisy Chainwall was enjoying Henry McKellen in similar fashion. Namely mounting a hard cock and keeping the pace--er--place hopping. He felt like a book end until Violet Lovecraft ventured back to the lap dance couches in search of her former sister-in-law Daisy Lynn.

Proud of Daisy, Violet, the much wilder of the two could not resist taking a leap of faith. This was the first time she had ever seen Daisy cut loose like this. If her suspicions were correct it had to do with her father Douglas Chainwall. All of the illegal cop action over at LIFT KITty’s earlier there was no doubt Daisy aimed to make a point.

Performing her own striptease in removing her dress Violet made darn sure Willy Pearl was checking her out as he had in the communal showers over at the fitness center. At the time Vi decided to keep her composure due to Daisy but now that Daisy Lynn was riding all kinds of sweaty over Henry it just made sense to join in. Dick was dick to Vi.

Knees rubbing Boot’s, Vi squeezed in between the ladies and eased her vulva right on down over Willy then lured him into her chest. Feeding time, Baby! Boots grinned as she gyrated over LaVont, he too devouring her nipple. In Daisy’s case she had a better use of Henry’s whiskey breath. Drunk or not Henry was a darn good kisser. Josie who? Even with the evening slipping away from him Hennessy as he was nicknamed, one of many including Master, was hardly stressed. Family coming in for the weekend would just have to wait on him. Of course, his brain was on Daisy at the moment. No one else mattered.

The ladies busy alongside eight other dancers all adopting a penis the brothel was a symphony of moans and screams of pleasure. Now that Watchtower had talked club owner Flossy Taggart into letting her club follow the code of anything goes the money was rolling in for everyone. Unknown to many of the clientele, in all reality, amid the dancers they were also reaping the benefits via Watchtower offering them additional cash to go above and beyond the call of booty. Each dancer keeping secrets of their operations they took the bait and were now swallowing the entire fishing pole. Spear fishing anyone.

Brothel was not what Flossy Taggart cared to call her establishment but get down to it that was what it was becoming. A headache for certain but sadly it was either let it happen or get closed down for good. This nightclub was all she had left to remind her of her late husband. Fuck it became her motto. She even let her niece Lacey do as she pleased. That was hard to embrace but Lace was an adult. Her parents could deal with her antics. Sure! For now, Flossy was just drinking to cope.

Up on center stage the female clientele was hoarding around the hillbilly hit Dom Perignon aka Dominic Black. At eleven inches and as thick as most of their arms Dom had the ladies mesmerized and reaching for it. Keeping it hard was easy enough even after nutting recently as a favor to Henry McKellen. While he wasn’t asked to go that far in giving Candace Morgan a facial, Dom took it upon himself to be sociable for once. What was asked of him was far less, Candy and Mandy aka Amanda Pruitt was needing a fitness trainer to help them lose weight and become in a sense more desirable. At their ages they needed all the help they could get.

Dom was a busy man, but he was considering it. His reasoning was delusional, however. Knowing he was playing with fire in seducing Henry’s youngest daughter Sable that nail would one day be driven into his casket. Hillbilly Hick Dick thought he could own the world. Sable wanted to be his newest slave and resistance was futile. He simply had to keep peace with his current slave Kelly Herbert. Sadly, Sable was the girlfriend of Kelly’s son Travis. What a tangled web of jizz he wove.

Thinking of Sable even now had his veins bursting inside his Warhammer erection. Always the big-ticket item Dom’s set extended more than three songs like the other dancers. Song two currently he was concluding his romp around the stage jerking his beast right over the masses. Up close mouths were wide in hopes of his finale.

“Get right in there, Ladies.” DJ Smooth the on-call record spinner, rather Spotify channeling guru called out over the PA as he added in a squealing pig sound effect. “It looks like our resident Big Pig is offering his version of Deliverance.”

Grinning like a cheesy bastard Dom tilted his Stetson toward the DJ booth. Yes indeed! Waylon Jennings song Ramblin’ Man prepped the ladies with a seduction of swagger. Winding down Dom moved to the center of his stage where a lawn chair awaited him. His bottle of Jack next to the seat he plopped down, snatched up the bottle and guzzled a portion of it as he stroked his behemoth. That alone had the women going crazy. Every one of them loved his tough guy routine. Muscles rippling, he was irresistible.

A short lull in the tunes he sat his bottle back on the floor and placed his left hand next to his ear listening. The orgasms in the back were numerous and erotic as all get out. Nodding with a puckered lower lip he slapped both of his thighs and spoke up over the distant cries. “Sounds like my slice of Heaven. I might need to offer my TWO cents worth.”

Standing up he walked to the edge of the stage where Candace Morgan and Amanda Pruitt were standing. After he took to the stage the ladies chose to abandon their table to move up close for his actual show. Peering down at them Dom extended his arm and pointed directly at the women from Calculated RisQ. Eyes bulging Amanda felt as if ready to pee. A negative reaction to Candy leaving her side she watched the 52-year-old blonde reach up and take Dom’s hand. With the assist of other women, they guided Candy up onto the stage. Hugging her as if he cared Dom smiled and kissed Candy on the cheek before whispering into her ear.

“You want to work out with me this is your first session. Free of charge.” Speechless, Candy reached for his erection and curled her fingers around it. The throbbing alone had her giddy. Her version of weightlifting she lifted it as if a gear shifter on a car and began counting her repetitions. He had to chuckle over her enthusiasm. Although loving this moment Candy did look down at Mandy and pouted. A second to whisper back at Dom he shared an agreeable nod.

A deafening whistle through his fingertips Dom called a bouncer over and he joined them on stage. A brief exchange the man rushed off to the costume room and returned with of all things a leather flogger. Approaching Amanda on the floor he handed it to her then pointed at Dom. While she looked at the torture device Dom dropped to his knees and shook his ass right at Amanda.

“This is your chance.” Candy called down to Amanda. Jaw hitting the stage Mandy found herself swarmed by women in an assist to launch her up there to join the fun. Once standing firmly on the stage she walked over to Candy and shared her concerns.

“Why is he letting me flog him? This is going to go badly, I can just feel it.”

“I think Henry got through to him. He’s been really good with us.”

“He’s risking his reputation.”

“So are we. But again, nobody knows us.”

Song starting thanks to Dom waving his Stetson over his head the music became vital. The Hank Williams, Jr. tune All of My Rowdy Friends are Coming Over had the room dancing in step. The lyrics were so perfect. Crawling over to Candy, Dom ran his hands up under her skirt and lifted it. No panties beneath he nuzzled her clitoral area. Awestruck, she actually heard her niece Skye screaming. “LICK THAT BITCH!” Candy busted up until she felt his tongue cross over her clit.