It was Friday night in Tempe. One of those glorious nights that Arizona is capable of. The temperature was just right the sky was clear, and Mill Avenue was in full swing. Every college town has what is referred to as University Row. It’s a street dedicated to separating college kids from their parents money. It contains an above average amount of bars and restaurants. One of my favorite locations was at Hooter's. It’s a bar on the second story of a building. It’s right on the corner of Fifth and Mill. From it’s verandah, which is lined with tables, one has a commanding view of the street. My favorite table was at the back corner. Right next to the state theater. Every Friday night the state theater runs The Rocky Horror picture show. I’m kinked myself and I enjoy watching the freak show.
Tonight I was out with my buddy Dave. We were two pitchers into the evening when an apparition of loveliness appeared. Across the street we spied two females both in their late teens early twenties. Both wearing two piece leather bikinis and knee high black boots. One Brunette, one blonde. The brunette was one of those healthy girls you’d want to take home to mom. Little over weight but nicely rounded. She had a good hourglass figure, great hips and a great rack. 44 D. Her hair was swept back in a ponytail that hung to her shoulders, and the effect was just stunning. The blonde was gorgeous as well. Slim athletic figure with no extra fat. Intensity that burned from her like a light. Her hair was also swept back into a ponytail. Hers however hung to her waist. Nicely accentuating her A cup chest.
As the light changed they started crossing the street coming towards the bar. The blonde was leading the brunette, and as they passed under the street light I got a clear look at them. I hit my feet as I realized the blonde was actually leading the brunette by three feet of leash attached to a collar. WOW!
About the time I realized that, every other guy on the Verandah realized it as well. There was a mass exodus to the railing as over a hundred guys crowded up against it to get a better look. The catcalls and whistles started. They were truly an apparition to behold and we paid them due homage. As they reached our side of the street they turned down Mill and walked right under the Verandah. By leaning out over the railing you could still see them as they walked. The guy’s went wild as they passed underneath. I wasn’t quite sure why the catcalls had gone up in volume until they passed me and Dave. We were sitting in the back corner so it took them awhile to get to us. Dave and I were treated to a fantastic view of their backs as they passed. The most striking thing was that they must have had those bikini bottoms on backwards. The leather was nestled firmly between their cheeks showing all of their lovely bottoms. As they hit the light again I could see the brunette’s bottom had several stripes on it. About the same size as the leash. So she was kind of unwilling to do this. The rocky horror people had heard the ruckus and seen the pair coming. Almost as if by plan they cleared a space so that the pair could pass. One of the rocky people was also wearing a collar, and as the pair got to him he dropped to his knees in front of the blonde.
“I’ve been a bad boy, a very bad bad boy.” He pronounced this loud enough that I could easily hear him forty or fifty feet away.
The blonde was an ice queen. She didn’t even acknowledge his presence. The brunette however stopped before him and looked down. When the blonde felt resistance on her leash she stopped and looked back. When she saw the by-play between her girl and the boy her features clouded up. She jerked the leash so hard the brunette was almost taken off her feet. The blonde walked on dragging her girl. As they left our view we turned back to our drinks.
BUSTED! As we turned around their stood our waitress. Her feet spread her hands on her hips. Just like your mom when she’s mad. She was a pretty thing, as all Hooters girls are. Blonde short hair about five feet 6 inches tall. Athletic body and tanned very nicely. The Halter top and orange shorts showed off her body to good effect.
“I hope you two enjoyed the show.” She said this in a voice that would have peeled paint it was so caustic.
I glanced at Dave and he met my eye. We’d been working her pretty hard and she’d given me her number about twenty minutes ago.
“Thank you, we enjoyed it very much.” I replied
She held out her hand. “I’ll take my number back, THANK YOU.”
Well I wasn’t going to argue with her, so I pulled out the number along with a twenty.
“Will this cover our tab?” I asked as I handed it to her.
She looked at the twenty. “Yes it will.”
“Goodnight my fair lady. Dave have fun.” And I was off through the crowd.
I didn’t think that the Mistress, slave couple was all that good a relationship. I was going to see if I could catch them and maybe catch one of them as well. I disdained the elevator as being to slow and flew down the stairs and out into the night. I exited Hooters on 5th Ave. and headed for Mill. I rounded the corner at a high rate of speed nearly knocking several guy’s over. I tried to keep my pace to a fast walk as proceeded back under the verandah and threaded my way through the Rocky Horror people. As I got to 4th street, the next corner. I checked both directions and sure enough there they were about a hundred yards down just standing there. I started in their direction giving myself time to cool down a little and get myself a little more in order by the time I got to them.
It didn’t take me the full hundred yards to realize that they weren’t just standing there, they were arguing. At first all I could make out was the tone of their voices. But as I got closer I could hear the argument.
“Don’t tell me you weren’t interested, I saw you look at him.” The blonde hissed.
“All I did was stop and look Becky, surely there is no harm in that.” The brunette argued.
The blonde, I now new was Becky, looked exasperated. “It’s not just that you were looking at some one else Jeri, it was a man. I don’t want you looking at any men.”
“But Becky, I like men I like their touch, their taste their feel…” Jeri was still talking as Becky’s palm lashed out catching her full on the cheek.
“Ok that’s it that’s more than I can take. If you want a man then I do not want you!"
Jeri looked down and still holding her face said. “I know.”
“This was our first night out together. Do you know how much I spent on these outfits? Why couldn’t you have told me earlier?”
“I thought it would all work out.” Jeri replied.
Which is about the time they noticed me. I was still thirty feet away or so.
Becky shot me a look that would curdled milk. “What do you want pal.”
It wasn’t really a question but I answered anyway.
“I’d like to buy that leash from you.” I gave her my best grin.
Her eyebrows went up at this. “How much?”
I had to grin she was interested in spite of herself.
“I was thinking a C-note would do.”
“A hundred bucks for a leash?” She couldn’t believe it. And it showed in her stance and her voice.
“Well.” I amended “The leash and what it’s attached to.”
I notice a wave of fear run across Jeri’s face. Followed by a real look of interest at me.
Becky on the other hand had cast a very appraising eye at Jeri.
“You owe me for the outfits.” Becky told Jeri
This whipped Jeri’s head around. “I owe you?”
“Yeah if you’d told me earlier that you weren’t into this I wouldn’t have bought them.” Becky seemed quite calm.
