Episode 41: SVETTY PALMS

Leaving LIFT KITty’s Fitness Center behind, Henry McKellen felt like God. Far from it. He was a pretty decent looking guy, somewhat fit from natural DNA, otherwise nothing a few sit ups didn’t define, Joining the gym wasn’t a bad idea, for another day. He was fine with just lifting his ego over his head.

“So that’s what Josie feels when I assert any form of dominance. Coming here was almost an eye opener. I mean ever since that first night with Piper it seems like my world has done a complete 360. Piper is hands down the hottest girl I’ve ever been with, sorry Josie but that’s a fact. Then Josie and I reaching that milestone agreement to do who and what we please as long as we’re honest with one another only added something to our spark again. Add in Tessa, Svetty, now Serafina ... a bodybuilder for Christ’s sake, lord knows how this Kelly thing will evolve. If anything, I think she might be my pet project. Do I have time for all this pussy?” He chuckled all the way alongside the strip mall of useless stores before crossing a large parking lot and next door to the strip club known as Cashanova’s. Fortune was certainly on his side these days. He should have stopped at an ATM, that side of his fortune was waning in the wallet.

Opening the front door to the club he heard music playing, “Country? Ugh! Surely a strip club doesn’t just play old Waylon Jennings.” Regardless of his taste in music nulling his senses Henry passed by a young man in drag, easy enough to figure that out even though sadly he was pretty attractive, the guy certainly thought the same of Henry. “Not your type Menderella.” He chuckled under his breath but nodded at the Queen out of respect anyway. Hanging around Piper and her humorous nicknames for people was rubbing off on him. Even Tessa was prone to coming up with cute monikers. The only one he didn’t like for himself was Henry Peck, as in Hen Peck, good thing it was over a skype session or Tessa might have been proven wrong.

“Welcome to Cashanova’s handsome ID please?” The gay man spoke as Henry reached for his wallet, “Just kidding Sweetie. Let me know if you want a lap dance, I’m available.”

“I’ll be sure to let you know...” Henry smirked and walked away finishing his reply under his breath, “ ... after I kick your ass and shove you and your feather boa into the trunk of that pink caddy outside.” He too was only kidding. At this point that is. “There’s Jethro.” He found Dominic Black bellied up to the bar watching country videos on CMT, where the club’s music was piped in from at the moment.

There were no dancers on stage anywhere. Other than six men sitting at a lengthy bar looking drunk as skunks, and a pair of smoking hot lady bartenders wearing micro bikinis and ass less chaps were in attendance. The ladies at least prowled about trying to look busy. Those bartenders were definitely silicone-based lifeforms upstairs. Bigguns they say in Teeniessee. Their bikini tops barely covered their nipples, bottoms basically on clit patrol, towers of pinpoint pubic hair rose up over their two-inch square fabric. One bartender didn’t even bother to check her patches as they shifted under stress, a hint of areola peering over its veil.

Leering over his shoulder only after noticing one bartender look behind him pointing a well-manicured nail, Dominic tipped his hat. “About time you showed up. I’m three beers up on ya.”

“Had a little trouble getting off.” Henry laughed as he took a seat on the barstool next to the giant. The bartender fidgeted almost disappointed he was having troubles. Checking himself he chuckled, “No troubles in that department. I’m talking about escaping...”

“GET THE MAN A BEER!” Dom slapped the bar cutting Henry off from finishing ... yet again. As the stunning brunette beauty eased a few feet away to pump a draft beer into a frosty mug Dom leaned closer to Henry, “Don’t be advertising yer tappin’ my sister. The gals here are a lil’ attached to Serafina.”

“Attached? As in lovers?”

“Sure.” He laughed.

“Wait!” Henry leaned closer to lower his voice, “In a dominant capacity? I mean Sera tried that on me, but I switched it up.”

“You just said it right there. She’s a switch. Likes being dominant sometimes, controlled other times. Pends on the person and how moody she is. Wouldn’t get too close to my sis ... nice to look at ... can get a bit cranky spanky.”

“Well, like I said ... married.” He again wags his wedding band. The returning bartender notes his ring and smirks.

“Those don’t work in here.” She winked, “I wear bigger rings on my nipples.” She peels one of her patches aside to prove her point. Diamond studded nipple bars were sparkling like her eyes.

“This here is Nag and that there is Philly. As in cream cheese.”

“Stop calling me Nag.” She flips Dom off then smiles at Henry, “I’m Natalie.”

Taking his beer mug he toasts her and dares to identify himself as, “SIR!”

“Ah! Hanging out with Dom tightening your cock ring?”

“Excuse me?”

“She’s just giving you a hard time.” Dom chuckles.

“Is it working?” She wags her tongue at him.

“Not yet. Keep trying.” Henry just tossed out whatever came to mind.

“He’s got spark.” Natalie winks at Dom. “I got my eye on you ... Sir.” She then turned and wiggled away to answer the wave of a customer, his own mug bone dry. Henry lifted from his chair to stretch across the bar for a good look at Natalie’s bare heart shaped bottom, her G-string bikini straps lost in her deep crevice. Whistling under his breath he felt Dom grip his shoulder and force him back into his barstool.

“So what’s your real fancy Louisville?”

“Just testing the waters. So far I haven’t been pulled under.”

“No need to go all gun shy on me. Just spin the chamber.”

“That day at Kelly’s ... you offered to have her give me a blowjob. At the time I had my wife and kids too close to even ponder on that possibility. It ... weighed on me for a few days so I checked on Kel to see how she was doing. We got to talking about you and her more. She definitely worships the boots on your feet.”

“She better they cost me almost $800 bucks.” Henry looks down at them surmising why, “Yup! Gator.”

“Nice! Anyway, has she told you what happened after you left that day?”

“Ya’ll taking a bukkake piss on that Hardecker punk?”

“Craziest thing I’ve ever done. Pretty sure my wife’s done crazier though.” He laughed.

“You pissed on my critter.” He sneered at Henry almost menacingly then took a swig of his beer.

“So, she did tell you. I figured she did.”

“So why you circlin’ what’s mine?”

“She told you that too? Of course, she did. Listen, I might have been out of line but that was my way of letting her know that she’s under whatever protection I can offer.”

“Share and share alike?” Dom shocks Henry poising his mug to tap the sweating one still waiting to be picked up off the bar, “Mug up! Don’t ever let a gal see you lower it.”

“Gotcha!” Henry clinks mugs and they both down their beers in a competing effort. Of course, Dom beat him to the bar with his empty mug.

“PHILLY? PHILLY IT UP.” Dom calls out to the other bartender, a leggy blond with red accents in her long, straight, silky hair. Big green eyes had flirtation in them without even trying. A nose piercing her only distraction from the cowpoke circuit. “Philly this is SIR.”

“Hey there Sir.” She shared her perfect pearly whites. Taking their empty mugs, she wiggles toward the tapper. Lifting once again in his seat to peer over the bar at one hell of an ass Henry sighs. Sitting back down he mumbles, “Philly me in.” Dom merely shook his head.

“Now you’re gettin’ it Louisville. It’s about charisma. Show a gal what you’re made of they’ll bend over forwards and backwards for a fella.”

“Sounds accurate enough.” He puckers as she shows back up with their refills. Dom tapping the bar with an index finger showed her his thoughts.

“Felicia Singer.” She offers Henry a name. “He calls me Philly because I moved here from Philadelphia to be closer to the music scene. Aspiring country singer/ songwriter. My day is coming.”

“Should be every day.” Henry fires back.

“Mmm! Is that an offer? Tell me you’re a Music Producer.”

“Don’t let the shirt full ya Philly, and I call ya by that nickname because you’re one hot Filly from Philly.”

“Calling me a horse is a curse to a singer Dom, a voice can’t go hoarse or it’s game over.” She giggles.

“Pends on how ya got hoarse Philly.” He smirks taking a twenty-dollar bill from the bar in front of him then reaching over to tuck it in her narrow bikini top right over her nipple, there was that devious areola. Greedy critter it was.

“Owww! Papercut.” She winks holding her tit with his fingers still beneath the material. “Don’t make me need an EMT, those guys all want to get me on a gurney. The lady ones too.”

“I’m sure my new ... Louisville here might suck the blood out of that so it doesn’t stain yer tiny whitey.” Henry knew that Dom nearly said his new friend. That was promising.

“A singer with the last name Singer, match made in Heaven.” Henry smirks eying her breasts.

Sheepishly looking down at herself she pats Dom’s still loitering finger beneath the thin white bikini top. “Match made in Philly. I got these new roommates done just before I moved to Nashville. I love my backup singers. Although they do hurt my back.”

Henry took another risk by removing his wallet and procuring another twenty-dollar bill. Stretching over the bar he joins Dom in stashing his money in the booby bank, his own fingers remaining longer than expected. Shaking her head at them she senses Natalie sneak up on her from behind to reach around the 5’7 blond and lifts her breasts up for show.

“Moneybags.” Natalie giggled jostling Philly’s tits about while Dom and Henry held their ground. In the turbulence the girl’s nipples slipped out for view. Felicia just rolled her eyes; she and they saw that coming a mile away.

“Now that’s how ya get a nip ... tip.” Dom chuckled and removed his hand. Henry following him away took a drink of his beer.

“I swear I might as well be a stripper here as much as I flash my tits. Hell, as much at Nat here flashes them for me.” Felicia covers herself back up after swatting Nag’s hands away.

“Speaking of...” A familiar voice interrupted the parlay, “ ... the applicant has arrived. If you want to call Flossy.”

Dom leers over his shoulder to see the gay cross dresser from the door being melodramatic in introducing someone. Another very familiar someone. As Henry turns in his seat, he spots Svetlana Goboldsky and bulges his eyes. She hadn’t noticed him just yet because she was exploring the stages and the designs around her.

“Thanks, LouWanda.” Natalie smiles then plucks up the house phone to make a call, “Flossy? The new dancer showed up. On time even.”

Before any recognition between them could be established Henry jumped from his seat and attempted swagger in walking away. Immediate intrigue led both Filly and Nag to observe Henry, sizing up his worth. Sneaking up behind Svetty he grabbed her from behind and palmed her throat. She froze tempted to use her jujitsu training to toss Henry until she heard him speak.

“Act like you don’t know me. Just play along, okay?” She withheld a response as he licked the side of her face with enough of a visual to concern the bartenders who pat Dom on the arm. Dom in turn poises a patient hand to just observe them. Knowing Henry’s voice, she nodded slightly as he ran his hands over her bulging chest and up inside her sleeveless sundress to pinch her nipples. Wearing no bra seemed out of character for a stripper but she did have an outfit in her bag consisting of one.

“What’s your friend up to Dom?” Natalie seemed concerned yet rather turned on by Henry as she leaned her forearms on her side of the bar.

“Dunno yet. Let it play out.” He continued to hold a hand high to insist no one interfere. LouWanda bit his fake nail wishing it were he that Henry was pawing up. Felicia even flared her eyes at Henry’s wicked approach, a dampness escalating between her thighs.

“I’m playing out a scene for Frisque and you’re now a character. The people watching don’t know anything about me, but the big guy over there is a BDSM master. My neighbor Kelly’s owner. I’m trying to learn how to act like a master to get a good handle on the concept.” Henry mumbled as his hands squeezed her tits, her body reacting to his stimulation over her.

“I am yours ... master boss.” Svetty whispered, her Russian accent arousing as hell, “Use me like the whore that I am.”

“Pretty convincing there.”

“It is fact.”

“Damn! You’re good.” Releasing her tits, he whips her around to face him them surrounds her throat as if a mental collar like Kelly Herbert wore at Dominic’s wishes. Dropping her bag to the floor Svetty goes full on puppet within his grasp. “LOOK AT ME!” He raised his voice, the tone of his outburst luring in every man at the bar to wonder what was going on. “ON YOUR KNEES.” She slipped low with his grip remaining intact until he had no choice but to let go in allowing her to drop totally to the floor. Circling her he examines her dress seeing no zipper or buttons so improvises, “REMOVE YOUR DRESS.” Svetlana ponders the move praying Henry didn’t ruin her job prospect. Obeying him she reaches down and grips the skirt and pulls it up over her head and drops her sundress next to her.

Circling her again she lowers her head and eyes, “HAND ME THE DRESS.” Lithe fingers offer it up to him. Holding it in his possession Henry looks to the bar, “MAKE AN OFFER ON THIS DRESS.” Dom winced at Henry with curiosity as to where this was going.