"And the crowd goes wild."
Owner of the strip club Cashanova, Flossy Taggert made her way through the bevy of beauties who had waited all night long to see the star of Flossy's skin den. Her journey was met with curses and objection at the old woman nudging her way toward the front. Between this old bird and the bodybuilder with a blond backpack over her shoulders the bitches were feeling cheated. It was like this every night that Dominic Black worked. A combination of his flawless Arnold physique of muscles on top of muscles, his Cowboy persona, and his over ten inch thick dick he had the bank tellers by their bra straps. Wearing only his Stetson, dark shades, cowboy boots, and a silky grey canvas pecker pouch smothered in black and white camouflage, he strutted out to the screams of yearning women. Half of them were members from the gym next door he worked out at, good for Lift KITty's business as much as Cashanova's. Nothing new!
No music playing it was simply him surveying the crowd with a scowl. Off near the bar Henry McKellen chuckled, still musing over Dom's stage name of Dom Perignon. "Smug fucker! Looks like he's more a WWE star." Even behind Henry the bartender Felicia aka Filly hopped up on the bar to sit and watch Dom. Henry peering back at Filly's whooping cries as she whirled a white towel used to clean up messes over her head, smirked and looked between her thighs at a micro thin bikini snare that barely covered her cunt. She wearing ass less chaps also meant crotch less, nice to know. With Serafina and Tessa bonding in front of Dom's casual two step walk along the rim of the stage, letting women touch his boots and literally reach for his covered cock, Henry felt free. No one to block his every move.
After flirting with Filly just before Dom took the stage by silent storm, Henry realized this was the perfect opening to get closer to Felicia. Why the hell not? Easing back toward her Henry dared to move right up between Filly's thighs and rest his elbows on her chaps. Getting comfortable he just watched Dominic making a fool of himself. With Henry invading her corral Filly grinned and tossed her towel aside, then patted his shoulders. No words, merely a companion making moment. Henry simply relaxed.
Flossy Taggert reaching Serafina Black in her opened bathrobe, Tessa Harper high up on her shoulders made her appearance known. "Yo! Andrea the Giant...no more of those acrobatics you pulled earlier. If Dom climbs you and breaks our meal ticket I'm gonna rip you a new one."
"Chill out Flossil! I'm just givin' shorty here a birds thigh view." Tessa was high on life cheering at Dom's cool calculated swagger. Even with no music he had every gal in the place wagging fifty dollar bills, an easy 1,500 or more ready to line his pouch, strangely when the time came that pecker pouch made for a good piggy bank. One he could swing over his back and leave the stage with.
Knowing of Dom but never technically meeting him before tonight, Tessa realized exactly why Kelly Herbert loved her Master. Jealousy for sure! Knowing Dom was not so bad after Henry's first encounter with the man made Tessa's opinion less scrutinizing. Earlier when he spoke to Svetty he seemed...nice enough. Definitely nice to look at. Tessa! Tessa! Tessa!
"I am chill. So are you by the looks of your nips." Sera's right breast was exposed due to Tessa's butt ruffling at her rob. With a scowl Serafina tried to cover herself but strangely Flossy smacked her hand. "I'm over getting after you for your exhibitionist shit. Hold my hand a minute." Sera winced and realized Big Peter was standing behind Flossy, ever her bodyguard. With help from two other bouncers Flossy Taggart was carried aloft up and over Pete's massive shoulders. Seeing her fellow stilt gawker Tessa greeted Flossy with a concerned grin, holding the elders hand to make certain she was not going to lose her balance.
"Thanks Blondie! You're the Russian's butt kisser aren't you?"
"Roommates! Didn't she do an awesome job earlier?"
"Not bad for her first night. She has another set later. I'm curious what she has planned."
"No idea! She's too spontaneous to ever predict. I can't believe Dom just walks around with no music."
"Opening gambit!" Flossy chuckles, "He's on for thirty minutes. You ain't seen nothing yet."
"Are we seeing...that?" Tessa points at Dom's dangling monster.
Below Tessa, Serafina chuckles, "Oh don't you worry you're going to see that oak tree come crashing to the ground."
"Wakes the neighbors every time." Flossy adds then points down at the screaming cunts all around them. "I like the view up here. Welcome to the midget seating." Flossy bumps fists with a giggling Tessa.
"I know right. Even in heels I'm short."
"Ever consider stripping here?" Flossy was all business. "You got the body. I got the money."
"Svetty's trying to coax me but I'm kind of too nerdy to be doing this stuff. Video game designer."
"That's legit." Flossy puckered, "I like a game I found online called Frisque. Sexy shit but it's getting lame."
"You play Frisque?" Tessa dropped her jaw, "I work on Frisque with Henry over there." A point toward Henry finds her co-worker's back to her. Realizing what Henry was doing she quickly changed her mind to avoid Flossy getting uptight. "Uhhh? I lost him in the crowd."
"He's over there gnawing on Filly's clit. I swear I run a brothel." Flossy knew exactly where to look. Sure enough in the chaos brought on by Dominic, Henry McKellen went full on rogue in turning to face the beautiful bartender and sliding her micro G-string aside and went in hot. It was easy enough to see Felicia was enjoying his tongue, her boots were curling at the toes over his biceps.
"Is he in trouble?" Tessa squinted.
"Naaa! I give my bitches hell but your pack mule down there's right. I got people in my purse."
"Really? Wow! No wonder I see some of your dancers prowling nude in the crowd."
"This is Cashville." Her take on Nashville.
"In that case I'm getting hot here. Looking behind her Serafina Black spots LouWanda aka Louis beside Big Peter. Leering over her brow at Tessa she says, "Lift your bottom." A quick wiggle the bathrobe slipped out from under Tessa and Sera set out to remove it from her arms. LouWanda smirking assisted her in taking the robe from the bodybuilders body. Once in LouWanda's possession he inhaled the robe knowing full well it belonged to her brother Dominic. Putting it on himself/ herself LouWanda snuggled gleefully. "Much better! I was sweating my glutes off." Serafina was a tad shiny.
Having stalked the edge of the stage long enough Dom turned his back to the howling ladies and poised like Mr. Universe muscles twitching in the biceps and his ass cheeks as if cueing up. Hat tipped down over his shades was the signal to DJ Frolic, he igniting Dom's first official song, Billy Ray Cyrus' Achy Breaky Heart. Let the boot scooting begin. Bouncers aligning the stage prepped for a surge of bitch hormones trying to climb up on stage to reach him.
Turning around to face the pack wolves he let his pecs dance like he had his ass cheeks and biceps, with a foot shuffle his only moves thus far he tipped his Stetson high on his brow and shot off a brilliant smile. Even Tessa found the need to scream. Below her Serafina laughed at her brother's swagger. Let the good times roll!
"Eat that pussy Master Man!"
Felicia hissed peering down at her thighs, Henry McKellen savagely digging both his tongue and two fingers up inside her. Behind her chuckling was fellow bartender Marcus Greco back on duty. Cozying up next to Filly's hip he pinched her ass at an angle. Filly shot him a feverish glare and moaned, her mouth unable to speak. Henry was viciously hammering her cunt so rapidly she was closing in on a massive orgasm. Guys forced from the stage found watching Filly squirming worth tipping her to each side as they snooped over her hips to witness Henry's powerhouse fingers. Each time money fluttered over Filly's lap Marc reached in collecting the cash and placing it in Filly's tip jar. Screaming at her climax Filly flooded Henry's face with a massive squirt. Drinks were on her!
Applause at Henry's efforts led Marc to toss Filly's hand towel at Henry to dry off. Before he could however the towel was snatched from his grip. Standing tall Henry found two other strippers Gina and Lacey easing in to each side of him. Winking first both girls set out in licking Henry's face of Filly's juices, all while Filly slouched and rubbed her clit for an added stimulation. Seeing Filly continuing her torment Henry palmed Gina by the back of her head and guided her into Filly's thighs. Without resisting Gina just took over eating Filly. The money was flying on to the girls. Divided room but worth the money.
Henry holding Lacy placed his hand on the blondes ass and nuzzled her ear. Whispering led Henry to carefully bring a giggling Lacey in front of him. Walking the stripper backwards while kissing her guys moved out of their way until Henry had enough room to lift Lacey up on to the bar right next to Filly. Laying back for him Henry peeled her pink G-string aside and repeated his earlier appetite, Lacey was a squealer. Suddenly, a chain started forming, the dancer Boots moving in behind Gina and yanking the brunette's own G-string down then knelt behind her. Cheeks pried wide Boots ate Gina's asshole like a perfectionist. Wallets were bleeding!
Svetlana strolling with Winslow Hardecker after their sexual encounter in the private dance rooms spotted Henry dining on Lacey. Winslow shaking his head had to admit, "McKellen's one crazy bastard."
"Master much fun." She turned and licked Winslow's cheek, "I return to lap shortly. Go sit!" She pointed at his table where his fellow Lawyers waited and watched both shows. Winslow shivered at her ability to make him regret whenever she would leave his side. The Russian had a hold on him like he had never experienced. Her escape froze him in step, watching Svetty wiggle away and move up behind Henry. Dragging her nails along Henry's shirt to let him know of her arrival she reached around his waist and began unbuckling his belt, zipper drawn until she had him at her mercy.
