Episode 11: nUmBER of the BEaST

Welcome to the family Gnarly Reese! You’ve just become a pet project. Be glad that they’re not serving you a Milkbone! At least the dog treat kind!

Devouring a juicy pot roast with potatoes and carrots, green beans on the side made for a mighty good dinner. German chocolate cake for dessert added to the napkin dabs. The chef-maid serving them was an elderly woman with a very open mind. She didn’t appear to mind seeing Ginger in her sheer robe. The shemale of the house was always flamboyant and acceptance loyalty kept the old girl kicking. Ginger Lynn Ireland informed Gavin Reese that Wanda Wiley pronounced Willy had been with her grandmother Agnes Ireland long before Ginger kept her on. Thus the comradery was well-established.

“Delicious meal, Ms. Wanda.” Gavin burped out loud then winked at the granny who smirked and brought on her own belch just to prove she could keep up with the youngsters.

“Thank you, Young Man! And yes, I refused to lace your plate with any mickey.”

“I reckon I’ll know how true that is when I start yawning.”

“Or your dick gets so hard you’re holding your abdomen.” Pinky polished off her wine and joined in the belch fest. Once Pinky displayed her echoing the rest of her band joined forces until everyone had channeled their inner siren. Once it came to Ginger the lady of the house shook her head and let out a roar to shake the chandelier above them.

Impressed by her volume, the band, including Gnarly just puckered. It took Wanda to put her hands up over her shoulders in a devil horn salute to show them up. “ROCK ON!” Laughter led her back to the kitchen. Mavis Flye volunteered to assist in clearing the dirty dishes, Deidre Koi joining her to show Ginger just how family oriented they were.

“Need help?” Gavin offered!

“You’re our guest. You just sit and relax, Darling!” Ginger smiled from across the table, her robe open so that her breasts were enjoying the evening as much as she was.

“Right! You relax, we’ll do all the hard work. Your turn can come from setting up our equipment next weekend at Rock Steady in Naperville.” Jezabelle James left her chair and moved behind him. Planting her hands on both of his shoulders the ebony goddess lightly rubbed his muscles. “Not breaking a nail so this is as rough as I get. It’s bad enough being a drummer and trying to keep my fingernails looking good.”

“I can always pencil you in when Calamity drops by to massage me.” Ginger noted! “Thursdays and Sunday nights if you’re free.”

“Calamity is a bodybuilder.” Pinky flexed her muscles! “Works us over good! Happy endings even.”

“Calamity a guy?”

“Nope! Callie Lambert! She’s built like a brick sheet house.” Jezabelle shared! “She’s my future sister-in-law! My brother LaMonte runs a fitness center here in town called Buck$ with a dollar sign after Buck.”

“Monte likes to promote his 6’5, 350 pounds of solid muscle. Buck because his dick dangles to his kneecaps.” Pinky busted up! “Male stripper on the side. He and Callie strip at parties and offer hardcore muscle sex to the highest bidders.”

“Nice! They hiring?” Gavin chuckled! “I’ve considered that as a side job.”

“I can ask them.”

“Or Gavin can ask Callie when she has her hands all over him.” Ginger sheepishly smirked from behind her wine glass.

“Or when LaMonte strangles me for massaging her back.”

“Worry more about him learning you touched his baby sister.” Jezabelle snickered! “And you will touch me, Rockstar.” She dared to loosen up her earlier toughness and leaned in to suck on his earlobe. “All ... over!”

“I get the feeling I was invited here to be seduced.”

“Not even!” Ginger sighed! “Yes, the ladies do seem to be growing quite fond of you Gavin, but the reason you’re here is to offer you that job and for you to show us the real you. It pays to know your employees.”

“The real me would be on stage rocking with a band of my own. That’s why I moved to Chicago from Iowa. Sooner or later I’ll run into that bunch and make history on my own.”

“Admirable! You do see that my offer of employment would give you the inner makings of that vision, don’t you? Hanging with the girls on their gigs allows you to meet people and build your reputation. If Mavis feels you have what it takes I support you, Gavin. Wholeheartedly! Baby steps as they say!”

“Agreed!”

“Speaking of baby. Seven year old!” Jezabelle halted her rubdown. “I need to check up on my son. I’ll be right back.” Excusing herself, cellphone in hand she left the dining room to Ginger and Pinky.

“Pearl is the only member of our band with a kid.” Pinky relaxed her demeanor. “Liam is a sweetheart. Not to speak out of turn but he’s autistic so he can be a handful too. We all support Pearl.” Jezabelle’s true first name!

“We’re discussing Pearl?” Deidre returned from the kitchen with Mavis.

“We shouldn’t be.” Ginger patted the dinner table. “She leads her own life.”

“Right! Let’s stop there.” Mavis insisted! “She can fill you in if that’s her decision.”

“Not prying in the least.” Gavin put his palm up to calm the conversation. “Same for all of you. I don’t need to know your daily routines.”

“Open book, Gnarly Man!” Pinky expressed! “You know my day job with Gramps. My social life is chaotic but I won’t hide it. Ask me anything.”

“Same here.” Deekoi bubbled up. “I have a man but Crock and I are openminded! Crockett is his name.”

“I’m back! Did I overhear my name you bitches?” Pearl sneered by took her seat at the table. “Liam is sleeping. My mother watches him when I’m out and about. The 411 is simple, my boy has autism, he’s 7 years old, bright as can be. Shy but always curious. Loves it when momma plays the drums. I’ll bring him by to meet you when you start at the record store.”

“Works for me. Maybe I can teach him a few guitar riffs.” Gavin nodded! That alone made Pearl beam. It was nice to know a man cared enough to be more than his penis. “I get along with kids fairly well.” That made them all swoon. “Like I said, I mind my own business but the ears are open if you all need one.”

“Exactly why I sucked on that lobe.” Pearl grinned! “I knew you were worthy.”

“Alcohol content! Not conTENT, content as in happy.” Deekoi giggled sounding more and more like Lisa Kudrow from Friends. “We’re all buzzing pretty good.”

“Especially you, Lightweight!” Pinky razzed her bass guitarist.

“I say we adjourn to the living room.” Ginger made the motion, “Let’s kick back and let it all hang out.”

“That means you, Gnarly Man!” Pinky stood up and intentionally unzipped her pink leather pants then pointed at him. “After dinner you need to loosen that belt.” Unzipping her shirt only added to the allure.

“That there is a family trait. My grampa always retired to his barn and became a zipper whipper after a big meal. Broke out his Stratocaster and delved into Molly Hatchet jams.”

“MasturGATOR CoUNTry?” Pinky always cracked herself up using the bands famous song Gator Country in the most sexual way possible. “CUNT--” She pointed at her pussy, then pointed at his inseam and added, “-- TREE or TRY! I could handle both.”

“Easy now, Pinky Lou! Let my dinner digest.” Gnarly left his chair to stretch vibrantly. The others joined him as Ginger led them into her family room. A massive sectional had room for everyone, if not body to body. Ginger took a seat across from Gavin with Pearl and Pinky on his right, Deekoi to his left. Mavis made herself comfy next to their manager snuggling up close. Idle and watching Ginger sipped wine while the other girls turned their noses up to it in favor of a full bottle of Jack Daniels at their disposal. Now that dinner was a thing of the past they preferred the harder stuff. Which might just include Gavin.

“Do you get high Gavin?” Ginger questioned!

“When I can afford it. That against the rules of the job?” As if! He knew better but was just being cordial.

“Lord no! Mavis? Pack the bong and let’s mellow out.”

Jumping up from sitting next to Ginger, Mavis took the necessary steps behind a wet bar bringing out an unexpected looking water bong, a tray with a bag of marijuana accompanying it. Returning with it all Mayfly sat it on a coffee table between the sectional sofas. Gnarly watched with intrigue as the girls eyed the specific looking bong. Pinky took the lead chuckling over it. That devil beast of a bong was a large penis with a massive head at the top.

“Time for sintroductions!” Mavis laughed! “Gnarly? This here stud is named Bong Scott. Affectionately idolized after AC/DC’s original lead singer, Bon Scott.”

“Cute!”

“Yes, he is.” Pinky lifted the bong and stroked it repeatedly with a pouty expression. “He and I have grown very close. He’s my thUnderstruck, even if that was Brian Johnson over Bon Scott.”

“She likes her Johnson’s just as much.” Deekoi giggled! “We all do!”

“Ummm! That there bong is shaped like a huge penis.” He swallowed dryly! “I’m not toking off a cock.” Nervous laughter made him sit forward rubbing his palms together. The girls all burst into laughter.

“Where’s those balls of steel, Rockstar?” Mavis smirked!

“Fuuuuck!” He sighed with an unsettling glare. “Pack it.”

“That’s the spirit.” Deekoi rubbed his inner thigh with a playful expression. Daring to use a single index finger she traced his bulging pant leg all of the way around his massive imprint down to a very hefty scrotum. “Halls Balls!” Hells Bells! He cocked an eyebrow over her taking charge of his anatomy. Not that it bothered him. He grew in size beneath her tempting fingerprint.

“Hey! It’s a Long Way to the Top if you want to rock and roll.” He shrugged it off! Gnarly Resse just knew this was the main reason he was here, regardless of any job offer. Audition time!

“He’s catching on fast, Ladies!” Jezabelle chimed in. “We Girls Got Rhythm!” Another AC/DC song used in a playful manner. It was becoming contagious.

“Touch Too Much?” Pinky nudged his shoulder and followed Deekoi’s trailing finger with one of her own. Tapping his crown he looked down at her fingertip touching his urethra from the outside of his jeans.

“I’d Shake a Leg but it’s weighted down. Hazards of being this big!” Braggart!

“Are we making you uncomfortable, Gavin?” Ginger uncovered her lap with a throw pillow that was masking her own penis. A hermaphrodite she was endowed with both male and female sex organs. Her sheer gown hid nothing but this was her home and the ladies loved her one way or another. She simply covered her building erection due to Gnarly. Because of him quite honestly! No more of that nonsense!

“Naaa!” He then pointed at each of them one by one as he sang the lyrics to another AC/DC favorite from the Bon Scott era. “Can I Sit Next to You Girl.” Five versions of it had them all fanning their features.

“I’ll conclude that answer as a resounding no.” Ginger smiled brightly then looked to Mavis in ready with the packed bowl.

“This is Ghost Train Haze.” She had that baby packed tight. “It’s going to derail you, Rockstar.”

“As long as I can play guitar and know which side has the strings.” He chuckled as Mavis fired up the weed with a BIC lighter. Taking a healthy draw he heard water bubbling up from the bongs reservoir designed to look like a bulbous scrotum. He narrowed his eyes as she inhaled and held it in. The smell alone burnt his nostrils. The second she released her exhale the entire room was high.

“Lawyer’s never take drug tests.”

Ginger winked claiming the next toke then passed it over to Deekoi, which led around Gavin to Jezabelle, before backtracking to reach Pinky. Pinky licked the length of the bong in front of Gnarly with a seductive look and even posed with the bong between her exposed cleavage. As if he wasn’t hard enough already.

Once Pinky took her turn she held it in while leaving her seat to swing her legs to her left and over Gavin’s lap. Deekoi reclaiming the bong gave Pinky freedom to play. Leaning down Pinky blew her drawn smoke directly into his mouth sealing it with a kiss. Mavis rolled her eyes and jumped up to slap Pinky on her leather clad ass.

“Save it, Pinky.” Pinky refused to end her kiss. After a full minute longer she eased back and smiled at Gavin.

“She did say savor it, right?”

“Sounded that way to me.” His voice altered by the smoke. Sitting up on Gavin’s lap she sighed before hopping up and down over his tent. With a pout of dismissal she crawled off, leaving Gavin to reel in her missing pressure. “Harsh!” He altered his voice trying not to cough.

Deekoi handed the bong over to Gnarly for a personal toke. Nodding he examined the bong before chuckling at its shape. “Bongs away!” Mouth around the mushroom shaped crown he blazed the weed drawing in a thunderous hit. Breath held he relinquished the bong to an outstretched Mavis Flye.

“You suck a mean dick, Rockstar.” Mavis rubbed his chiseled abdomen. He had to laugh, losing some of his hit. Everyone shared in his smirking reaction. Another pass amongst them they settled back, feeling the effects. Eyes narrowed, staring straight ahead became a unified effort. After thirty minutes of lost time Ginger rose from her seat and walked back behind the bar bringing out a briefcase, returning with it to sit the attaché on the coffee table.

“Time for the name game, Ladies. Gnarly? I call this arsenal Boxer Briefly.” She opened the briefcase and revealed its contents. Each of the girls sat forward from their slouching to examine the interior with sudden almost eager interest. Gnarly puzzled at the contents looked for himself with inquistive eyes. Realizing the contents of the attaché the girls picked out and chose one of the contained dildos. Ginger clapped her hands to garner their attention as if some Den Mother. “Pants off, My Lovelies!”

All four women around him stripped off their clothing, not stopping at just their pants. They all wanted to be totally nude for the full effect. Gnarly puckered without a word, as four butt naked goddesses flopped back toying with their hardcore friends in varying ways.

“You will understand the rules as we go along, Gavin. Attention, Ladies! The name game begins. First up, Motley Crue.”

“TO ME LEE!” Deekoi referred to her dildo as a pet name for Tommy Lee.

Jezabelle shook her toy toward Ginger. “DICKI SIXX!”, named after Nikki Sixx. It was six inches long!

Mavis called out, “LICK MARS!” after Mick Mars then used her tongue to slobber all over her Mars bar.

Finally, Pinky considered her namesake playmate by designating the toy with dramatic flair. “Lead singer to lead singer. VINCE KNEEL! He’s my bitch.”

Everyone laughed at themselves as their fingers began rubbing with their pussies right in front of Gavin. They weren’t so much attentive toward him as they were with this game. Regardless he did survey his surroundings with lustful glances.