Episode 323: FishNYET $TOCKING$

Mid-evening! Nashville!

“You are new! Privet, man with red beard and glasses!”

The newest big brute bouncer at Cashanova Denver Goins aka Groins behind his back greeted an incoming Russian force of nature. “Private? Private dance? Sorry, I’m gay. Now I might enjoy having Dominic Black in my lap, face, elsewhere.” He fanned his features, his cheekbones growing pink. Beside him taking her leave former Army sniper Twyla Parris stopped just long enough to let him in on a secret.

“Privet in Russian means hello.” Pat on the man’s shoulder, Twyla winked at the Russian goddess. “On that note, Do Svidaniya. Denver meet Svetty! She calls herself Hopak.” Nodding at the info Denver waved like a princess at Svetlana Goboldsky and held the inner door for her.

“She says goodbye.” Svetty patted Denver’s opposite shoulder then brushed it off. “I pay Dom to wag ass at you.”

“Awww! That’s sweet of you. I go by Crimson.”

“Prefer Scarlett! Gone like wind!” Svetty entered and left Denver scratching his cheek. This job was certainly entertaining even without the naked girls. He only accepted this job because if he worked at a gay club like RUb PAUL’S on the Southside, he would never do his job. Around women he stayed focused. His only failure here was his man crush on the hillbilly Dominic Black. As if he stood a chance in hell of ever loving on that monster. Nice to fantasize over!

“He wore a pearl necklace!!!” ZZ Top was the band playing on the stereo system for dancer Boots aka Brenda Bailey. Ebony goddess supreme! The song really called Pearl Necklace he sang along changing the words from she to become he. Flipping his own bright red beard, Denver attempted to toss it over his shoulder as if a feather boa and laughed his ass off. After seeing Dominic come in on his day off, he was tempted to volunteer to stay over for amateur night. Alas, he was ready to go home.

Svetty was in no hurry really, her dancing sets did not begin until later, just before Amateur Hour affectionally called the Virgin Victory Tour. Her first time working one of those events she truly didn’t care if she made a ton of money. She had her sugar dada Winslow Hardecker to finance her lazy days. Her name here at Cashanova was already becoming legendary so let the allowed appetites seek her out.

A clean wardrobe in a locker here at the club all she was required to carry was her purse to hold her car keys and wallet. A thin red jacket on worn over a fishnet body suit she promoted her heritage with a tiny teddy bear pin to her lapel. Feigning a prissy attitude, she stepped with grace in her high heels to the bar and claimed a seat between two men. While pretty much the rest of the dancers were prowling naked and getting groped without interference, she opted to stay dressed for the time being.

Still bartending, Nag aka Natalie Grainger cleared her scheduled round to join Svetlana. “Evening, Hopak! The usual? Vodka straight up?”

“Da! Four shots, he buy two and he buy two.” She pointed at both men in their 30’s who were mostly there just for the atmosphere. Shocked that she even noticed them the two strangers puckered their lower lips at her taking charge of their hard-earned cash. Natalie drifting an index finger between both men made certain they were good with Svetty’s order. A shrug later the committed and Nag brought up four shot glasses and filled them right in front of the mad Russian. Once poured Svetlana took the outside two glasses and slid them at arm’s length in front of her unexpected dates. She kept the remaining two and plucked them up. “Prelyudiya!” No idea what she said they chuckled and tapped their glasses with hers. Before they could even retreat with their liquid courage, she belted both of her shots back like a seasoned pro and slammed both glasses on the counter. “Might take two more.” She advised Nag with a smirk.

“What was that you just said?” Nag poured two more as the guys drank their shots expressing distaste in it.

“Foreplay!” That made both men choke and gag. Nag busted up laughing and poured Svetty’s empties. The men waved off their refills but did aim for flirting with this mystery woman.

“What nationality was that?” The bravest of the two spoke up.

“Russian! We play roulette!”

“RouLETte me see your tits.” The second man chuckled and grew some balls.

“Is warm now!” She fanned her features and unbuttoned her red jacket, taking it off in front of the entire club but leaving it draped over her barstool’s backrest. Wearing only that net body suit there was nothing left to hide, the men saw it all. “Much cooler now!”

“Goddamn! I take it you work here. I’m Monte!”

“Full Monte!” Nag giggled and found her trainee Chacha needing advice on a drink she was unsure how to make. Stepping away she left Svetty to her devious side.

“I’m Benny!” The other offered his identity.

“Ah! Benny Hill! Love crazy old man!” British comedian long before Benny’s time, he had no idea what she was talking about. Clueless was no fun so she turned to Monte instead and reached over with her hand to palm his inseam. “Make you, Monte Python?” Nyet! Monte Garder Snake! She lost interest immediately. Flinching over her boldness Monte Klein turned beet red in the face.

“It gets bigger.” He appealed to her hopefulness.

“Must get drunk to enjoy.” She belted her fresh shots down post haste. Looking now at Benny she reached over and palmed his inseam this time. Finding it a lot larger she pinched his girth through his jeans then used her strength to lure him closer. Curling an index to reel him in she whispered into his ear. “Ben Gay?”

“What? No! What the fuck lady?”

“No lady! Run along little boys.” She used her fingers to express a penis size. “Must be this long.”

“That would be mine.” A voice behind her growled. Smirking at the arrival without turning around she eyed his reflection in the mirror behind the bar.

“Ah! Wooly Mammoth! Very big tusk!” She finally swiveled in her barstool to face the behemoth known as Dominic Black. Dom was wearing his favorite bath robe wide open with his eleven-inch dick dangling. Both Monte and Benny chose to leave cash and run. “Bye! Bye! Little Boys!”

“Are trying to do run our customers off?” Dom found a few young women hovering and drew them to each side of him knowing money when he saw it. “Unlike me! I’m a BIG draw!”

“Need two tusks! One grow boring!”

“You’re ate up, Moscow!” Begging for a lap dance he shook his head at Svetty and led the 30somethings toward the back. He needed to recoup his funds after giving his slave Kelly Herbert cash to buy birthday presents. Fast cash on his day off he wasn’t planning on staying all night, just long enough to make up his losses!

“Ate up sound good!” She noticed a number of her fanbase eying the vacancy and two of them opted to join forces. Leaning her elbows on the bar behind her she spread her legs wide and sneered with intimidation. Let the CoUNTdown begin! Taking the bait while the fishing hole was hot the much more experienced recruits paid good cash to eat her out right there at the bar. Good times!

“Let’s go, Big PeePee! Amateur night in under three hours. Under Ours!” The vivacious tranny LouWanda strutted along like a diva after patting the buns of her/his ride to work. Lou’s favorite boy toy bouncer Big Peter hurried like an elephant in heat to open the door to Cashanova for Lou as if his slave. Maybe he was!

“There’s the lady of the hour.”

“I repeat, Under Our!” LouWanda hiked his skirt and mooned the current bouncer, Denver. Redbeard himself wagged his tongue playfully at him/ her until Big Pete growled like a healthy princess. “There’s more than enough of me to go around, Sugar Grizzlies! Cum along PeePee.” Interior door opened LouWanda marched into the crowd with expectation of whistles and howls. Crickets! Lou was loyal to Flossy Taggart, or he would never have stuck around this hellhole for as long as he had. Flossy was his rock! “Go clock in Scrumptious! Momma Lou needs a martini.”

Approaching the bar just as Boots ended her set on stage LoWanda spotted Svetlana enjoying her version of Hunger Games. “Well, good evening to you to Katniss!” Lou knew the game well!

“No! It is Catkiss!” Svetty cleared that subject up real fast palming both lovers, one eating her pussy and one sucking on her left nipple through her net.

“Someone is fishing for compliments.” Lou sat down beside her and used his heel to taunt the shoulder of the gentleman gnawing at Svetty’s clit. “Love the net! Catch of the day, Baby!”

“Da! Use right bait they will cum.”

“Let’s test that theory.” After nudging Romeo down on his knees, LouWanda lifted in his/her seat and hiked their skirt up to reveal a four-inch penis. Erect at that! “Share the wealth, Miss Hopak.” The dining loyalist shook his head no fucking way instantly, without removing his tongue from the bombshell blonde’s twat. No takers but a whole lot of chuckles from the crowd Lou began to cover up when Big Peter returned. Seeing his diva humiliated he rushed in and dropped to his knees and set out sucking off LouWanda.

“Bigger Fish to fly!” Lou mused, “If I were unzipping a fly that is.” Behind her the bartender Chacha brought Lou a martini as instructed by her coach Natalie. Retrieving it Lou took a sip and flared his eyes. “Oh, Baby! You are a gem. This is perfect!” Natalie nodded with a pucker. Her apprentice had promise after all.

Boots in passing shook her head at Svetty and Lou and moved on toward the dressing room to cool off a bit before cycling the crowd. It wouldn’t be long before she too was enjoying a lovely dinner engagement in the lap dance room to the back. Black Beauty was on quite a few fantasy footfall leagues. Men worshipped her toes! Was it no wonder she was called Boots?

Entering the dressing room wiping sweat off her chest Brenda found her fellow inseparable hoochie strippers Gina Bennett and Lacey Taggart on Lacey’s cellphone talking to someone. Nosey, Boots slipped in behind Gina and placed her chin on her shoulder to whisper. “Watching porn in a place like this?”

“You’re hilarious, Bren!”

“Who’s this cutie pie?”

“That’s tonight’s winner of Amateur hour.” Lacey winked at Boots then shared her Facetime partner. “This is Mace Belmont! He dropped in on your day off yesterday. Mace? Show Bootsy the talent.”

“No problem! Oh! I was thinking of calling myself the Clone Ranger! Wear a Lone Ranger mask to hide my identity. I really don’t want my aunt to find out I’m dancing. I have to be careful my grampa is a U.S. Senator in Georgia.”

“And hide that handsome face?” Gina pouted! “At least go without tonight. I’ll even buy you a mask before you start here.”

“I don’t know for certain if I am. But here! This is for you Boots.” Mace unwrapped his bath towel and shared his monster nine plus erection with her. Eyes wide Brenda wagged her tongue at him. “I’d take that lap dance.” He chuckled over her appetite! “Do I get free lap dances from you guys for not chickening out?”

“Are you here yet?” Lacey frowned! “Prove to my auntie that you’re worth her effort and I’ll sit on that big dick later.”

“On it or ON IT?”

“Just get your ass here you’re running out of time.”

“Hey! You called me. Blame yourself for holding me up.”

“I’ll hold that up.” Boots giggled! “Good luck, Mister Mace!” Brenda then waved and stepped away to grab a bottled water.

“Thanks!” He sat his cell on his dresser using his cases prop feature to go hands free as he started getting dressed. “What about you Gina?”

“First dicks ... I mean dibs!” She laughed! “Do you even have a costume?”

“I didn’t know I needed one. I thought tonight was just dancing and whipping my pecker around.” Boxers on he pulled up his jeans and zipped up. Polo shirt following he was pretty much ready once he tucked it in. “I’m just going for the experience I can adapt as I go.”

“Fair enough! Why Clone Ranger?”

“Don’t laugh but I bought a bunch of cloning kits and molded my dick as gag birthday presents for my neighbor girls.” Technically Rhonda Stinwicky stole them from her parent’s hobby store. “Twins, both 18 today! They want me bad, so I gave them a starter kit. They’re still virgins.”

“Awww! I remember my first toy.” Gina feigned as if melting over fond memories. “My dad even showed me how to use it.”

“Dad?” He laughed! “Stepdad?”

“No! My real dad! We never had sex or anything, he just liked to use it on me. Saved me from getting carpel tunnel.”

“Wow!” Lacey busted up. “I’m hanging up Mace. Hurry it up! We have faith in you.”

“Thanks! Leaving in five minutes. LAYter Ladies!”

“Bye!” Twice! Once the call ended Lacey looked up at Gina. “That kid is a riot. Clone Ranger! Too funny!”

“Doesn’t Dom have a black mask like that at his station?”

“Are you going to ask Dom for it?”

“Uhhh! Yeah, no!”

“Wait! Aunt Flossy has a sleep mask in her office. I’ll run in there and ask her if Mace can borrow it. You know she eats, sleeps, and farts in this place.”

“Forgetting something? It’s a blinder, no eye holes.”

“We can puncture some in for him. I’ll just buy Flossy a new mask.”

“The things we do for men.”

“Right!”

Lacey was on a mission!

“Back again! Boy that two-hour break went fast. Home, shower, late lunch with mommy and Kim then right back here.” Jin Zeller’s walked in and found Denver still on duty. “Hey Crimson! Why are you still here?”

“Because my relief is blowing LouWanda. The Russian promised me a lap dance from Dominic.”

“Wow! No offense but that’s a pretty picture Dom would burn. Unless you want a busted lip, I’d forget Dominic Black. That man is so not into guys. Although, his sister Serafina did tell me one of her brothers was bi. They’re all as man-mountain as Dom is.”

“Tell her to set me up.”