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Episode 419: BOY WONDER
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 419: BOY WONDER - Welcome to the SOAP OPERA PORNO none of you ever thought you wanted. One with plot and hardcore sex in every way imaginable. Piper Cherry started over in Nashville from scratch after a destructive marriage. New neighbors, new career with unlimited playmates, more money than she knew how to spend, and no desire to behave. It must be contagious, now everyone around her wants to be with her or to be like her. Nashville however had more to offer than she could ever predict. Anything goes! Perfect!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual Slut Wife Humiliation Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Voyeurism Illustrated
7:50 PM!
Club Cashanova! Nashville, TennesSEE! If you want to SEE naked whores doing it all on stage and off. Who doesn’t, right! The place was packed so that had to say something. With competition like MaleStrom things had to change.
The club owner Flossy Taggart was rolling in dough even if her heart sank over allowing things to upend her personal opinion. If you can’t beat them, join them. Police protection kept her doors open. At her age resistance really was a losing game and she knew it. Better to play along and not lose her retirement. Fucking Watchtower!
Sitting at the bar Flossy was belting back profits without care and listening to more moans than music. All around her, her hired dancers were abusing her permission statement to do whatever they wanted, no restrictions. Money greedy whores all, including her niece, Lacey. That didn’t necessarily sit well with her but hey, it was her life. If you’ve got it, flaunt it. Toward the back of the club on the sofas Lacey had it in spades. Darkness was her friend.
“Refill, Floss?” The newest bartender at Cashanova eased up to her employer. ChaCha Ramirez had been swamped up until recently. Ignoring the owner she felt badly.
“Cut me off at the bottom of that bottle, ChaCha.” Three-quarters left!
“Who am I to argue.” ChaCha knew the elder was blind ass drunk. Pouring another shot of Jack, she put the bottle away and served her boss. “This is the busiest I’ve seen the place. I mean amateur night was packed but I think tonight breaks the fire code.”
“It’s the new freedom protocols.” Fellow bartender Felicia “Filly” Singer chimed in taking a breather to join the insight. “Do you know how many guys asked me why I’m not serving drinks in the nude? The tips are good but I’m betting you and I could really kick ass if we did.”
“I might go down to my G-string.” ChaCha giggled!
“Go for it!” Flossy waved her knuckles at the Latina beauty. “You too, Red!”
“Maybe! Let me think on it. Did Henry McKellen leave? I haven’t seen him in a while.” Filly pouted!
“Yeah! That yoga instructor took him home. Daisy something or other.”
“So jealous! I saw her riding Henry back in the lap dance area. I miss that man’s cock. So, good! You really should experience him ChaCha.”
“I prefer the ladies but I’ll never out rule a big dick as long as he’s good.”
“Like Dominic?” Filly bumped her shoulder playfully. “That horse can shove a carriage if you know what I mean.”
“Don’t you mean pull a carriage?”
“Sweetie! I’m the carriage. He pulls my hair. Well, I’d let him anyway. He hasn’t yet. His slave Kelly keeps him busy.”
“Slave?”
“Don’t ask!” Flossy frowned!
“Henry has slaves too.” Filly remarked! “Svetty is his.”
“The Russian who wore the anal hooks on stage? Wait! I thought that lawyer owned her.”
“Henry is a scammer.” Flossy sighed! “He only does shit to make people think he’s a bad boy.”
“I heard Violet Lovecraft tell someone that Henry made Serafina Black go to her knees over at LIFT KITty’s before he came over here.”
“Do you honestly think Sera would serve a guy like Henpeck? I love the guy but he’s not the master type like Dom is.”
“Does Dom know Sera did that?”
“More than likely. Dom and Henry are buddies. If it’s anything it’s to help Henpeck grow some balls.” Flossy peered toward the entrance and spotted someone unexpected. “Awww, hell! POPO just walked in. Bigwig POPO at that.”
Locating Flossy a tall woman with blondish grey hair took a stroll through the congestion around the stages. She only stopped long enough to watch dancer Gina Bennett get eaten out on the edge of the stage by a lucky tongue. Puckering over the girl’s erotic expressions the woman proceeded onward toward the bar.
“Make her a Long Island Iced Tea.”
“There she is.” The woman reached Flossy and stood at her side. “House of ill repute gone wild, it looks like.”
“Here to close me down, Commissioner?”
“You know that won’t happen Flossy. I just got off work, long day dealing with bullshit.”
“Like that crap that happened over at LIFT KITty’s earlier?”
“That and a few other things I’m afraid I can’t discuss. Mind if I join you?”
“If the ass fits the barstool.” Flossy winked then watched as Filly brought Commissioner Nina Mulroney-Graves her Long Island Iced Tea. “I took the liberty.”
“Thank you, Flossy! You remembered!” Filly and ChaCha moved on before it looked bad. Taking a seat Nina decided to unpin her hair and ruffle life back into her lengthy mane. “Ah! Free at last.”
“Makes one of us.”
“Stop that! You’re as free as anyone else. I’m only here for a drink and to thank you for your cooperation.”
“As if I could argue with the higher ups. You can see I let the dogs out. Cats too!”
“Dollar signs at every angle.”
“Question is, how much do I clear? After taxes and shakedowns.”
“You should be pleasantly surprised. Your taxes will be overseen in a positive if not illegal light. The government won’t have a clue after ... they’re done.” Meaning Watchtower hackers covering tracks. “You have nothing to worry about.”
“Only pregnant dancers and STDS without insurance to fix the problem.”
“Which brings me to my other reason for dropping by. Have you not wondered why any of those has yet to create any unpleasant friction?”
“Luck?”
“Hardly! I am going to reveal something to you out of respect Flossy. Something that cannot be argued over, it rescues a lot of this cities ... loyalties, I suppose.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Take what I say to the grave.”
“Coming from a Graves.”
“Touche! Our leadership has chosen to save the city from shall we say overpopulation.”
“Sounds ominous!”
“Agreed! Understand that I did NOT set this in motion. I simply look the other way. As should you! I do NOT have to tell you any of this, but I feel obligated to take some stress off of you. Now that this establishment is essentially a brothel.”
“Half the city is a brothel by now, isn’t it?”
“A long way to go but yes, a reasonable head start. Those that are worthy of participation that is.”
“Hot commodities like my dancers.”
“Yes! I can see you connecting dots. Do I need to spell it out?”
“Birth control the hard way.”
“Hard way? Quite the opposite! In the easiest ways possible. While the system is in full force it does not cover every single person. Let’s just say this. A few years ago, the world faced a pandemic that required vaccinations. Here in Nashville and a number of other cities the male population in particular have been injected with a drug that has exercised their sexual prowess. And no, it has not been FDA approved but it does exist and works without fail. By this I mean it increases stamina, rapid semen rejuvenation, and has nearly decimated all signs of the most common of STD outbreaks.”
“Sweet Jesus! You people are crazy.”
“We prefer helpful.”
“Drugging people without them knowing?”
“Sterilization keeps the baby bumps away. Mind you, our benefactors are not without sympathy. Every phone is monitored. If conversations amongst mates that desire to have children are known of, the drug has an alternative that jumpstarts the system. To keep the country from discovering this we allow those we deem unworthy to continue populating.”
“The ugly ones. The ones who can’t make our so-called benefactors’ money.”
“Distasteful to recognize but yes. Understand though, said benefactors also donate funding for the clinics that deal with darker diseases. It is their way of contributing to the care of those in true pain. St. Jude’s as an example.”
“How fucking noble.”
“Now! Now!”
“What about the females?”
Nina smiled and turned in her seat to examine the strippers in the club. Each and every one of them were either riding a cock, beating one to death with their hands or sucking one off. A return glare at Flossy was answer enough.
“So, you dosed them somehow to make their sex drives go through the roof.”
“Not I! But yes. I will say this again, I did not have to alert you to such ... mischief. As elders I felt obligated to ease your worry. Yes, phone conversations you yourself have had concerning your stress prompted this visit. Rest assured the drug is not harmful, it even keeps blood pressures in control. Is it perfect? Time will tell. This last year has shown the doctors involved that pregnancies amongst our prime candidates are at an all-time low.”
“Whatever! It’s inhuman. Nashville should get the Sodom and Gomorrah treatment, you ask me.”
“If I’m being honest with you Flossy, I agree. However, I enjoy my lifestyle. Retirement looks promising. Do I need to remind you to keep what I’ve related to yourself?”
“Nope!” She tapped her temple! “Alcatraz!”
“Very good! Thank you for the drink. I need to do one last thing before I call it a night.” That would be checking in on a lovely if not defiled rookie by the name of Officer Kylee Penn. The poor young Filipina had been enduring one officer after another for hours on end at a safehouse. Nina needed to comfort the girl and tell her of her desk job promotion to keep her quiet. Money would help.
“I’d say stay out of trouble but we both know how that ends.”
“I could say the same. Flossy! I am not the enemy. If you ever need an ear outside of all of this insanity, I’m here for you.”
“Doubtful! I’ll keep quiet.”
“And encourage your ladies. And that hunky Mister Black.”
“He’s his own bull.”
“Indeed! I’ve heard through the grapevine that his five brothers will be paying a visit. Between you and I that sounds ... promising.”
“Not how I hear it. Those boys are hellraisers.”
“Perfect!” Nina winked and left it at that. Watching her leave Nina deviated and tipped Gina Bennett on the last few moments of her stage time. That pussy was delicious! Wag! Wag!
“I’m too old for this shit.” Flossy sat there as Filly moved back to pour her another shot of Jack. “Leave the bottle!”
Ouch!
“How do I look?”
“AMAAAAZZZZING!” LouWanda Saxton batted his eyes at Mace Belmont now that their wardrobe selections had come together. “Maybe I should dress up like Batgirl.” Crossdresser! Bisexual but mostly into guys.
“Badgirl!”
“Her too, Baby Bird!”
Mace had to laugh; he was dressed up like Batman’s boy wonder Robin. LouWanda however referred to him as ThROBIN. Worked for him! Wearing a sleep mask with eye holes cut into it, a red t-shirt with a big R drawn on it in Sharpie, a yellow cape made from a tablecloth and a green pecker pouch he did look to a degree like the comic book hero. “I need slippers. Robin wore slippers. Weird fashion sense but hey.”
“Size 12 I’m guessing?” Lou peered around. “All of our girls are mostly 8’s.”
“Perfect 10’s!”
“You know what I mean.”
In a flash the curtain to the dressing rooms whipped open and in came running Jin Zellers butt ass naked and covered in jizz from head to toe. “Don’t judge me! The tips are crazy tonight. I’m fighting to buy myself a new car and get my own apartment.”
“Wow! Bukkake much?” Mace laughed!
“It’s good for the complexion. I need to go pee and get back out there. Nice costume Boy Wonder.”
“I guess that’s my stage name tonight.” He recalled LouWanda calling him that twice before Jin had. As Jin wiggled off Mace was mesmerized by her gorgeous body until she disappeared. “Damn! I wonder if I could convince her into being Catwoman.”
“There’s a latex body suit hanging up on the wardrobe rack.”
“Really? Is it black?”
“It is! You should ask her to join you on stage.”
“Between us she and I did discuss having sex sometime. With all the insanity out there I wonder if Flossy would be okay if I found the balls to do it in front of so many people. What’s sad is ... and please don’t be offended but it’s mostly guys out there.”
“I think Henry’s boss and her secretary are still out there waiting on Dominic’s set.”
“I saw a few senior citizens in the crowd too. One old lady was really staring me down. Flossy said something to her so she must know the lady.”
“That would be either Betsy, Maude, Ginger, or Elaine. They sneak in here from time to time behind their husband’s back to watch Dom. Dirty old bats!”
“Wonderful! Bats and I’m Robin ... er ... ThROBIN!”
“They’ve been trying to get Dominic to drop by Maude’s house for a private party but he’s too expensive for them. Supposedly they live just down the street from Dom’s chippy slave.”
“No way! I live right behind Kelly Herbert, Dom’s girl. That means the bats live near me and my aunt.”
“Easy money!” LouWanda chuckled! “Maybe you could help them out.”
“I don’t know about that. I prefer hot and sexy not wrinkles and the smell of Ben Gay.”
“Don’t knock Ben. If he’s gay send him my way.”
“Icy Hot then!” He laughed! Toilet flushing and hands washed Jin Z stepped back out of the tiny bathroom and shook her titties at Mace. “Speaking of hot!”
“I am, aren’t I?” Jin giggled! “Back to work. I only intended to be here a couple of hours but money keeps being thrown my way. Big bills even!”
“Oh! Hey! How about you do me a favor tonight?”
“Fine! I’ll fuck you in the parking lot.”
“How about on stage instead.” Mace grinned!
“Baby! You did the Piggy Bank Boy on stage. ThROBIN here is 100 times sexier than that boy.”
“True! When do you go on stage?”
“I’m not sure. Does Dom go on first? I know he has one more set tonight.”
“He’s with Mister McKellen’s boss lady in the lap dance room. Get this, Bluebird’s aunt is the bosses secretary. Blue is giving her own aunt a lap dance. Too funny!”
“How far is she taking that?”
“Naked! Blue that is. Her aunt won’t go any further. She has the hots for Dominic.”
“Down in flames!” Lou rolled his eyes. “Dom doesn’t, well, give it up to just anyone. His slave is important to him.” Now Mace was feeling badly for fucking Kelly behind Dom’s back. Not that Dom wouldn’t volunteer her, but he didn’t know they had already fucked and that Mace was taking her out on exhibitionist runs. Things Dom himself was lacking in doing that really turned Kelly on. Snooze you lose!
“You better rethink that Lou, Dom just broke his rule about sex in the club. He penetrated the boss lady AND her secretary. Right in then right out. No seesaw YEEHAW!”
“And I missed that? Dammit, Boy Wonder!” Lou busted up! “Looks like your Big Daddy BATMAN found himself a few new bat caves.”
“Maybe he is into OLD BATS after all.” Mace laughed along with LouWanda. Jin didn’t quite get the old bat comment and shrugged it off.
“Anyway! Sure, let me go make another grand then I’ll go freshen up and meet you on stage. You should go mingle. More ladies are showing up knowing Dom is going on soon.”
“She’s right, Baby Bird! If you intend to make a name for yourself, you need to put that pecker out there. Ha! Robin! Pecker! I slay myself.”
“I need slippers.”
“Just wear your tennis shoes. Buy some slippers for next time you fight crime.” Jin flipped her tongue out at him.
“Hold up, JZ!” LouWanda shared the latex body suit still on its hanger. “Kittywoman for the show? One size fits all!”
“Find me some cat ears and another mask. I’m in!” With a scratching motion the pussy went back to work.
“HELL YEAH! I’m in too. IN HER!” ThROBIN told himself.
“Go flap your wings, Baby Bird. I’ll find her the cat ears. Butt plug tail anyone?” Lou lifted a tail. While it wasn’t black it was a long, short haired style like a cougar might have. “Deva wears this. She’s off for the night so it won’t be missed.”
“You’re the man ... er...”
“Don’t sweat it, Baby Bird. I’ve been one all my life. Negligee be damned!”
“You’re so awesome!”
“Aww! Smooch! Smooch!” Blown kiss! Eww! But accepted with a slap to his own face. Time to hit the nature trail.
“Fly! Fly! Unzip it even.”
A Queen could dream!
“Nag is here.”
Felicia Singer nodded toward the front door as her friend Natalie Grainger giddily made her way through the congestion. Going from ChaCha to Flossy she let her boss know of her arrival. No more sulking Floss!
“I have news!” Natalie danced up and down and hugged Flossy in the process.
“Having a baby?” Filly razzed her friend. Touchy subject after what Police Commissioner Graves revealed to Flossy she nearly snapped. Unable to speak on that subject Flossy let Nag speak for herself.
“No, I am NOT expecting. No boyfriend even. I just got free recording time at Stampede Studios. I met a guy at Ole Red with connections, and he arranged for me to meet with the owner as soon as he gets back to me. I’m so excited! I just knew my free sets at open mic at Shelton’s club would get me noticed.”
“Congrats! Who was this guy?” Flossy had a NAGging suspicion it had to do with Watchtower.
“Harrison Banfield. He was really nice and tipped me big.” Even if she did have to perform topless for him. It was sincere! She did it, she got the studio time. Not her finest moment but Nag was open to reaching the top.
“Never heard of him.”
“Wall Street guy he says. He was dressed nice and smelled good. His friend was nice too so I believe in this.” Doubts were on Flossy’s mind until Natalie’s phone rang. Pausing them Nag looked to see who was calling. “It’s Bronco’s!”
“What is that hellhole calling you for?” Flossy growled!
“I’ve been in there looking for gigs. That’s how I have their number on my phone.”
“It’s not that bad Floss.” Filly defended Nag. Horses needed to stick together.
“Not that bad? I know the owner Dusty Rhodes. He lets all the bad in and deals with baroom brawls on a regular basis.”
“I’m answering it.” Natalie stepped away and did just that. “Hello?”
“Is this Natalie Grainger?” A woman on the other end asked.
“It is!”
“Claudia Rhodes! My old man owns Bronco’s. We had a last minute cancellation for a musician tonight. Short notice I understand but someone you know just recommended you. Are you free to perform for at least a couple hours? Let’s say 10:00 PM until 2:00 AM.”
“Absolutely! I could really use the money. May I ask who volunteered me?” She suspected Harrison Banfield, but she would be wrong.
“Howard Doyle over at Stampede Records. From what I understand he has heard good things about you and asked my husband and I to gauge the reaction to your performance. I hope that doesn’t spook you away. It sounds like an audition to me.”
“You have a house band, correct? Backup for me so I’m not solely accoustic.”
“We do! Can I warn them you will be here?”
“Yes! It’s 8:30, I’ll just head that way now. Thank you again, Claudia.”
“I hear music. Where are you?”
“Cashanova! I bartend here. I just stopped in to give my co-workers some good news about studio time at Stampede.”
“Tell Flossy, Claudia said hi.”
“I’ll do that. See you soon.” Conversation ending Nag mentioned her luck. “I have a gig in under two hours. My future is looking bright. Oh! Claudia Rhodes told me to tell you hi.”
“She’s still hitched to Dusty? I feel for her. Be careful out there at Bronco’s it gets rowdy. You should take protection.”
“Who? I don’t know anybody but you guys. I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine.”
“You call me on your way home.” Filly pointed with a stern look. “After you get home too.”
“And I’m the one called Nag?” Laughing she waved goodbye and went home to freshen up. She wanted to look her best.
Watchtower thanked Claudia for making the call. An audition it was!
Thirty minutes after the dressing room!
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