Episode 22: Captain’s Log

Heidi Baker watched the cellphone video her boyfriend Weaver Kytes had filmed of her ass being eaten five more times during the ride. Hotdog Heaven! Driving toward Seattle’s docks Weaver found the strip club known as Moolah Rouge, a large seedy looking two-story building with plenty of neon lighting to promote it. Like right out of the musical Moulin Rouge there were luminescent 1900 style figures of dancers moving about in only top hats and feather boas. Not much else when their so-called costumes covered the goodies. At least the lights were pretty. Awestruck Heidi was glued to the windshield by the spectacle.

“This place is packed.” She noticed very few parking spots once Weaver turned into the lot. “On a Sunday night? Isn’t that sacrilegious?”

“We’re talking Seattle here. Are you sure about this?” He found a spot to park toward the rear of the club. “I’m happy just hanging with you after everything that happened with my parents earlier.”

“I just want to watch your mom and the other dancers. Pick up tips.”

“Tips as in lessons, or tips as in another five grand?” He chuckled turning the engine off. “Sorry! It just feels weird how my dad and the Tribal Welders blew so much money on you.”

“Don’t be sorry and don’t tempt me. Zach could use a new couch too.” She giggled!

“Changing into your hoodie?”

“I like your shirt. Having you close to me is comforting. Keep me safe in there?”

“Mom won’t let anyone hurt you.” Fingers crossed! Once he said it he had second thoughts. His mom was prone to do crazy things.

“Is Geneva working?”

“Not sure! I don’t see her car over in dancer parking so, maybe not. There’s mom’s car.”

“A lot of bikers hanging outside over there.” She pointed further back in the darker part of the lot. “Is your dad here?”

“I don’t think so. Those bikes look more Emerald City boys. Yep! I see patches.”

“Emerald City?” She laughed! “Are they Munchkin bikers?”

“Do you see minibikes?” He added his own chuckles. “No, but their MC is called the Emerald City Wizards.”

“Sounds weak, more like a bowling team. Not sure I’d want to brag about being a member of a group named that.”

“I wouldn’t offend them. They’re a tough bunch. You remember the big projector image of the Wizard in the movie? You know, the big head?”

“Yeah? Saying they all have big heads?” She smirked! “Quit turning me on.”

“Wouldn’t know. “ He shook his noggin as his mohawk began flopping in front of his eyes. “ If you look hard enough the embroidered patches on their jackets have that Wizard head with Dorothy’s body naked as if the Wizard is eating her out. Ruby slippers and all. Kind of morbid! Try not to make a scene outside it could get ugly.”

“Emeralds and rubies, all the same to me.” She opened her passenger side door. “Let’s go.”

“In just my shirt and heels?”

“Want your heels back, Glenda?”

“Haha! You’re funny. Just saying you might want to wear more to keep the customers from getting handsy.”

“You worry about that now after you let the WeiNerds eat me alive?”

“Big difference and you know it.”

“Not chicken, Rooster Boy. I wish I’d brought perfume with me, my stank is pretty sad.” She sniffed at herself. “Smells like Teen Spirit!” Nirvana joke! This was Seattle!

“Mom probably has some you can borrow. Of course, smelling like sex might draw attention in good ways.”

“Or draw flies.” She climbed out and slammed her door, moving to the back bumper while Weaver locked up. Primping in his mirror like a stud she eyed the bikers looking their way and pointing. Stopping cold she made certain Weaver was occupied while she drew her shirt over her naked shoulders and feigned shyness toward the group. Attention found she then hiked his long flannel shirt up enough to moon them. “That should get the Flying Monkey’s talking.” Whistles heard they grew dirty minded and three of them unzipped their pants and whipped their big dicks out.

“Off to see the Whizzer!” She laughed just as Weaver caught her waving at them.

“Will you stop before you get gang raped.” Once they noted Weaver intervening the show was over. A number of them recognized him as Solo Kytes kid. Truce better than war! “You just can’t resist teasing can you.”

“What part of nympho don’t you understand?”

“What part of biker gang rape and bruises don’t you understand?”

“Touche! No OZgasms for me.”

Accepting his hand, they walked toward the front entrance without further stress. She had to razz him for being shorter than she was in her heels. Not by much, maybe two inches. She found it funny now that she thought about it, how he must have had to stand on his toes earlier to kiss her shoulders. So cute!

At the front door they stepped inside to be greeted by a huge Hispanic man with a buzzcut. “Hey, Paco!” Weaver fist-bumped the man in a black muscle shirt.

“Sup, Rocking Horse? Who’s your girlfriend?”

“This is Heidi. Mom told us to drop by sometime so my girl could learn how to dance.”

“Nice!” Paco glared at Heidi from head to toe, rubbing his goatee in thought. “You make plaid flannel sexy.”

“I know, right?” Heidi pinched her opened cleavage and shared an entire full-frontal of her naked body as she looked over her shirt. “Forgot to button up. Oopsie!”

“She be trouble, Rocking Horse.”

“Don’t I know it.”

“Why Rocking Horse? I know it’s not like you’re hung like a horse.” She nudged Weaver playfully. “Pony maybe.”

“Baby of the house. That and he rocks.” Paco chuckled, his muscles bouncing under his laughter.

“Are we getting carded?” Weaver winced! “Only eighteen!”

“Naaa! Vivica pays off the Popo. Tell Willow to give you a free drink.”

“Sweet! Thanks Paco.”

“Anytime, Lil’ Bro. Pleasure meeting you, Heidi. Nice body by the way.”

“Is it really?” She twisted in step and lifted the flannel to show him her bare bottom, tight and heartfelt. This also meant that now she was flashing the bikers behind them at the door. They saw everything that Paco had. Heidi just could not help herself she wanted to be seen. She awaited his reply before lowering the hemline. Weaver had to grin at Paco’s puckered nod.

“I’d spank that.”

“Spank that until then.” She twisted in step, her flannel awry on her enough that he could still see one breast. Pointing at his arousal she then reached over to palm Weaver’s inseam. “I’ll take care of my man.”

“Trouble I say.” The Mexican Mountain shook his head then gripped his erection. He had a hunch the night was going to get good. Shirt pulled together but only held loosely Heidi took the lead, Weaver following behind her into the den of wolves. Those Emerald City bikers were certainly curious over Heidi, but Weaver hadn’t noticed their stalking them at a distance. Paco however did and quietly asked them to keep it cool. No problem!

Over two dozen totally nude dancers circulated the audience keeping the clientele extremely happy. In return drinks and cash kept the girls in a playful mood. Many a comely wench were sitting or straddling gracious laps, pawed up in some fashion without the interference of overattentive bouncers. Others were just making flirty conversation which likely meant hookup possibilities after hours. Weaver nearly lost track of Heidi herself due to so much skin surrounding him. Girls he knew and had lusted over ever since his mother allowed him to visit Moolah Rouge. He was one of the lucky breed, even at 16 he was introduced to dancers if only as Feather and Solomon’s son. No sex just teased a lot. He was happy with that much.

Heidi with her shirt barely held together explored the house to gain a sense of the attention span concerning the male testosterone in the room. There were three active stages in progress that drew her imagination in. One stage offered a busty redhead wearing only a micro G-string cloaked her clitoris as she prowled the stage. Surrounded by awaiting tippers, Heidi realized that the only reason she wore that G-string was as a skirt of tucked in currency. Her aggressive nature sent her to every corner of the stage to get the men riled up. “Holy crap! That’s one heck of a grass skirt. Those are a string of hundred dollar bills. Benjamin has been jammin’! Aloha!”

She danced along to the song Dirty Rhythm by Kickin’ Valentina. Hands over her head Heidi let her unbuttoned shirt do whatever it pleased. The lights in all colors from various directions she might as well be employed. Guys were gradually noticing. Including Weaver who had caught up with her finally. Laughing over her free spirit he knew there was no stopping her. Rather than stop her he danced along with her. Ms. Baker made certain her titties brushed up on her man’s chest even as her hands made their way to her lower back to lift the tail on her shirt to show off that gorgeous ass. Oh, did gentlemen take the risk of caressing those cheeks. Weaver just went with her wishes. Fuck it!

The second stage had a girl with blond hair on one side of her scalp and shaved on the other, the hair side was long and wild looking. Her body tattooed up was scintillating, the rest of her body pale white and perfect. It was apparent by her clothing left on stage that she had once worn a black G-string and a sheer black veil to cover her breasts. It had been held on by a thin serpentine chain around her neckline, it must have been mesmerizing. The commitment behind her dancing style she utilized a pole to grind her backside on. Weaver had his eyes on her even as he danced with Heidi. What lured him in was when the girl stretched out on stage and showed off her bright pink vagina as her fingers spread herself wide. The cash flew readily in a blizzard of tens.

“Her name is Nightshade. Her real name is Penny off stage.” A voice crept in behind Heidi. “The redhead is Jinger with a J.” Jacki Kytes stood behind Heidi obscuring Weaver from drooling over Nightshade. Placing her palms on Heidi’s bare shoulders and lightly squeezing them Momma Kytes said nothing over the girl’s wardrobe malfunctions. “I didn’t suspect you to drop by so soon.”

“Glutton for punishment I guess.” Heidi smiled over her shoulder.

“Wearing only my son’s shirt? Well, cape! Brave girl.”

“For now. It might go bye-bye.” She giggled!

“The more I hear, the more our customers see, I believe you dream of the stage.”

“When I’m ready Momma Goddess. Let me mingle a bit and see how much courage I can muster.” As if she wasn’t bold as hell as it was!

Weaver looked up at Heidi and his mother with worry. “All good?”

“Jacki and coke.” Heidi winked at Jacki nudging Weaver away to get her a drink. He felt like a lap dog suddenly but took a walk to the bar. Jacki found her playful words impactful. “Underage but I bet you can get me served.”

“Absolutely! Giving yourself room to breath?” Jacki had a strong hunch.

“Just thirsty. I guess I am a little.” Heidi talked over the blaring music of Black Label Society’s song Stillborn. “I want him close by, just not clingy is all.”

“You could send him home. I can give you a ride after I’m off.”

“Naaaa! He can watch me, just not hover. Don’t get me wrong I adore your son. I just...”

“I can see that. Still! By the looks of it you plan on getting acquainted with the customers.”

“Maybe! Will that get me kicked out considering I don’t work here?”

“Heaven’s no! Not on my watch. Besides, the owner Vivica is gone for the night. Sunday is her only day off. Just be careful.”

“Love your outfit Momma.” Heidi admired Jacki’s feathered boots, white bustier and white G-string, a lengthy feather in her hair. “No war paint?”

“You’re wearing enough for the both of us Dear.” She caught wind of her stank.

“Downwind?” She winced as Jacki nodded while winking. “I was going to ask to borrow some perfume, but now that I think about it, I think my scent might just be alluring.”

“As I said ... brave girl.”

“Slutty girl.” She laughed! “Think badly of me?”

“Of course not. That makes two of us. Well, twenty three of us.” Jacki pointed at several other girls. On stage Nightshade was riding the ledge of the stage with her heels hanging over. Bending over her crowd her ass lingered there for a moment to share a healthy pose that glimpsed a steamy looking butt pucker. Circling her anal canal was a tattoo that resembled a ring of tiny flowers. Instantly, Heidi had the question of whether her stepdad Peck Trudeau had tattooed even Nightshade. It was pretty obvious that Peck got around.

“I do adore Weaver.”

“You just said that. I believe you dear. Just as I adore and love my husband. In case you haven’t noticed I’ve played with other men. Hardly just his MC Sweetheart.”

“Weaver says there is another biker club in here. Emerald City Wizards?” She spotted a few watching them as it was. With Jacki present she thought better of waving at them.

“Backroom stages dear.”

“More stages?”

“The back room allows for more open activities to those willing to take risks.”

“Oh shit! How much more open?”

“Do I really need to offer further insight?”

“Oh! I thought...” Heidi pointed at Nightshade as she used a finger to hook her anus for her hungry voyeurs. “Looks like you let guys get away with a lot as it is out here.” Another finger was directed at Jinger who was lying back on stage allowing a handsome gent to suck on a nipple. “Sucking nips are allowed?”

“We go as far as possible out here, but behind that doorway over there we really let it all out.”

“Interesting. So, out here the men behave ... to a point.”

“In there they behave ... badly. Pending on your idea of badly that is.” Jacki smirked finishing her sentence.

“Ummm! How badly is badly?”

“Care to take a peek?”

“Let me get my drink first. I think I might need it.” She spotted Weaver returning with a Jack Daniels and Coke.

“Here’s your liquid courage now.”

“Man, this place is hopping tonight.” Weaver told his mother.

“No Vivica to deal with.”

Claiming her drink Heidi sipped through her thin straw and eyed Jacki who attempted to read her mind. Turning her attention to Weaver, Jacki tickled his nose with a feather and offers advice. “Darling boy? I’m going to steal your girlfriend here for a while. After Jinger is done on stage tell her to give you a lap dance.” Plucking a hundred from her bustiers cleavage she handed it to her son.