A Strip Club Story
It was a beautiful autumn night in the foothills of the Smokey Mountains, the clean air with the smell of leaves giving fragrance to the awe inspiring starry evening at moonrise.
The Welder had left a half cup of Shine for me and Bear (doesn’t sound like a lot but you must water it down or chase it with at least a pint of anything else or your insides will catch fire and you will toss up everything as your eyes spin like a roulette wheel).
We sat on the wrap around wood deck taking in the evening as a fire in the chimnea warmed our bones on the cool, crisp but comfortable eve as the half moon shadow of the Smokey’s testified of God’s Majesty in this glorious southern night. Star came out with some treats to munch on with a beer, two glasses and a bottle of wine. Bear spanked Star’s fanny as she struck a pose with her posterior to his face.
“I’ll get my lap dance later, I gotta get more duck tape, wire ties and my cat o’ nine tails…I want to make sure I get as happy as you do” said Bear as he popped open another beer. I laughed and said, “right Bear, like you know how to use a whip.” “Would you like to find out? I’ll show you just how good I can use a whip and remember, we’re in the South.” After pouring Star and myself some of the spicy Australian Syrah, I spoke up.
“You know Bear hear in the South engaging in that kind of fetish satisfaction might be illegal, like having sex outside the missionary position and remember, God sees everything” I said sipping my wine. Bear, took a long drag on his cigar and went on the attack, “SO GOD SEE’S EVERYTHING, LIKE HE SAW YOU ON THE NIGHT OF MY BACHELOR PARTY. LETS TALK ABOUT FETISHES AND FUCK BEHAVIOR REV” said Bear. While he took a sip of beer, I tried to break in.
“Lets not talk about that, it was your Bachelor Party…..” Bear put his hand up like a Black Bear on a territorial attack. “NO, WE’RE TALKING ABOUT THIS. LET ME REFRESH YOUR MEMORY, MY BELOVED PREACHER”.
We sat on the wrap around wood deck taking in the evening as a fire in the chimnea warmed our bones on the cool, crisp but comfortable eve as the half moon shadow of the Smokey’s testified of God’s Majesty in this glorious southern night. Star came out with some treats to munch on with a beer, two glasses and a bottle of wine. Bear spanked Star’s fanny as she struck a pose with her posterior to his face.
“I’ll get my lap dance later, I gotta get more duck tape, wire ties and my cat o’ nine tails…I want to make sure I get as happy as you do” said Bear as he popped open another beer. I laughed and said, “right Bear, like you know how to use a whip.” “Would you like to find out? I’ll show you just how good I can use a whip and remember, we’re in the South.” After pouring Star and myself some of the spicy Australian Syrah, I spoke up.
“You know Bear hear in the South engaging in that kind of fetish satisfaction might be illegal, like having sex outside the missionary position and remember, God sees everything” I said sipping my wine. Bear, took a long drag on his cigar and went on the attack, “SO GOD SEE’S EVERYTHING, LIKE HE SAW YOU ON THE NIGHT OF MY BACHELOR PARTY. LETS TALK ABOUT FETISHES AND FUCK BEHAVIOR REV” said Bear. While he took a sip of beer, I tried to break in.
“Lets not talk about that, it was your Bachelor Party…..” Bear put his hand up like a Black Bear on a territorial attack. “NO, WE’RE TALKING ABOUT THIS. LET ME REFRESH YOUR MEMORY, MY BELOVED PREACHER”.
“BEAR, Star really doesn’t want to hear this stuff”. “Yes I DO, I want to hear everything” said Star as her eyeballs locked on me like I had been caught with my hand in my pants.
Bear got started testifying “well we were at the “Runway” near Kennedy Airport. First we took in at least five floor shows and while me Biker Bob, Sweet Lou, and Jiggy were stuffing dollar bills as close to all that sweet smelling pussy as we could, you disappeared.”
Bear got started testifying “well we were at the “Runway” near Kennedy Airport. First we took in at least five floor shows and while me Biker Bob, Sweet Lou, and Jiggy were stuffing dollar bills as close to all that sweet smelling pussy as we could, you disappeared.”
OK, THAT’S ENOUGH, I don’t need to be reminded….then in unison they said SHUT UP! “I really want to hear this” said Star as he motioned for me to refill her glass.
“When we found him, the one little Russian wench had her hot ping bikini top down playing with her tits while the Filipino with the long black hair had her hand massaging you dick. Both were in mini skirts with bikini tops in those 4 inch fuck me pumps that made their ass cheeks quiver like a synchronized earthquake. It was my bachelor party and you were getting all the attention” Bear then relit his cigar.
“Look Bear we made sure you had two women, remember…” Star’s head swung toward Bear and said “You told me you had only one dancer paying any attention to you.” Bear made a sour face, “Lets not get off the subject here, we’re talking about RJ, my spiritual advisor who had his tongue working overtime on some Latina clit.” “Wait, you said there was a Russian and Filipino dancer Bear”, said Star as her eyes bugged.
“That was the first time we found him in the dark. The next time he was with this Latina who had her panties pulled down in front of his face, she was moaning like a moose and shaking like a bobble head doll in a lowrider.
“When we found him, the one little Russian wench had her hot ping bikini top down playing with her tits while the Filipino with the long black hair had her hand massaging you dick. Both were in mini skirts with bikini tops in those 4 inch fuck me pumps that made their ass cheeks quiver like a synchronized earthquake. It was my bachelor party and you were getting all the attention” Bear then relit his cigar.
“Look Bear we made sure you had two women, remember…” Star’s head swung toward Bear and said “You told me you had only one dancer paying any attention to you.” Bear made a sour face, “Lets not get off the subject here, we’re talking about RJ, my spiritual advisor who had his tongue working overtime on some Latina clit.” “Wait, you said there was a Russian and Filipino dancer Bear”, said Star as her eyes bugged.
“That was the first time we found him in the dark. The next time he was with this Latina who had her panties pulled down in front of his face, she was moaning like a moose and shaking like a bobble head doll in a lowrider. DON’T INTERRUPT ME EITHER OF YOU, IT GETS BETTER. My dear friends set me up with two women one hot Jamaican girl and a little Irish honey who did dance in front of me, but only one gave me special attention. Ask me where the Irish dancer went?”
Of course Star had to ask “where”? Bear coughed and said, “not with Biker Bob, Sweet Lou, or Jiggy…when we found her in her skin tight green teddy with her nipples so hard you could suck them through her see though clothes, she the Latina and the Filipino had RJ surrounded. He was on his knees as they danced in front of his face, he had is hands behind his back as a freaky Belizean was on her knees behind him with her hand down his pants giving him the rub of a lifetime.”
“Finished Bear? Like I really needed to hear all that, I was there remember?” Star looked at me shaking her head, saying “I can’t believe you were so wild…so, so, naughty. I didn’t think you had it in you, you’re a freak!” “I didn’t do anything, the rules were you couldn’t touch the dancers Star, Bear knows that.” “You didn’t have to touch them they had their hands and other body parts all over you” said Bear.
“We all have our favorite or particular kind of freaky fun. So get off my case about whips RJ, besides Star likes the way I use the whip.” “RJ, Bear and I need to find you a woman who can really get you to turn loose…I think you’ve been lonely too long.” Thanks for volunteering to find me trouble, the women down here have shotguns in their vehicles along with nylon rope and duck tape…I’ll pass on the offer, thank you.”
Star and her lap dog, Nova, went in for the night and Bear wasn’t that far behind them. “Enjoy your night of fetish fun Bear.” “I need to take my pain medication first or I’ll never get up tomorrow RJ. Good night.” I stayed up for a while and had a little more wine thinking of my late wife and the fun we had all the time. The bachelor party was about three years after she passed. I remember letting go a little too much.
I still hurt, I still miss my wife, its been 10 years now. I need a hooker or a shrink. It would be nice to find a woman who’s a whole lot of both.
RJ
Of course Star had to ask “where”? Bear coughed and said, “not with Biker Bob, Sweet Lou, or Jiggy…when we found her in her skin tight green teddy with her nipples so hard you could suck them through her see though clothes, she the Latina and the Filipino had RJ surrounded. He was on his knees as they danced in front of his face, he had is hands behind his back as a freaky Belizean was on her knees behind him with her hand down his pants giving him the rub of a lifetime.”
“Finished Bear? Like I really needed to hear all that, I was there remember?” Star looked at me shaking her head, saying “I can’t believe you were so wild…so, so, naughty. I didn’t think you had it in you, you’re a freak!” “I didn’t do anything, the rules were you couldn’t touch the dancers Star, Bear knows that.” “You didn’t have to touch them they had their hands and other body parts all over you” said Bear.
“We all have our favorite or particular kind of freaky fun. So get off my case about whips RJ, besides Star likes the way I use the whip.” “RJ, Bear and I need to find you a woman who can really get you to turn loose…I think you’ve been lonely too long.” Thanks for volunteering to find me trouble, the women down here have shotguns in their vehicles along with nylon rope and duck tape…I’ll pass on the offer, thank you.”
Star and her lap dog, Nova, went in for the night and Bear wasn’t that far behind them. “Enjoy your night of fetish fun Bear.” “I need to take my pain medication first or I’ll never get up tomorrow RJ. Good night.” I stayed up for a while and had a little more wine thinking of my late wife and the fun we had all the time. The bachelor party was about three years after she passed. I remember letting go a little too much.
I still hurt, I still miss my wife, its been 10 years now. I need a hooker or a shrink. It would be nice to find a woman who’s a whole lot of both.
RJ
I believe that out of all of the stories you've wrote, and that I've read, this one was the most eloquently written of them all. I knew from the title that it was going to be kind of PG-17/R rated but when I read the first three paragraphs I was inspired. Those paragraphs read like they were written to become a published book. After that, well, given the subject matter, which was very, very interesting, the writing was equally as good. My point is, "Wow". I'm impressed with the way you described where you were, what you were drinking, etc. Then I just became engrossed in the raunchiness and couldn't stop reading it. It was the perfect length too but you did throw yourself under the bus.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I'll shrink you. I'll also whip the shit out of you if you want but the hooker thing is out of the question, lol.