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New Fiction: Cocksucker Blues - Chapter 4
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New Fiction: Cocksucker Blues - Chapter 4 There is something erotically intoxicating about entering a gentlemen's club. It's either the darkness that leaves you stumbling around and bumping into chairs when you first enter or the smell, that sweet mixture of stale beer cigarette smoke, sweat, perfume and strong detergents. "Have you been here before?" Corey asked Cowboy as we entered. "Actually, I know the owner," replied Cowboy. "I helped him build this fucking place." "It's four o'clock Friday afternoon," I said as Cowboy and I followed Corey and Trevor through the darkness to a table. Only one of the three stages was open. The dancer was a slim natural red head with pale skin and small natural breasts that was not flattered by the stage lighting. There were only two guys sitting up by the stage. She spun herself around the pole with incredible energy and when she crashed her platform shoes together the sound was like a gunshot. "This place is dead. Why are we even here?" "You've been here before," said Trevor as he and Corey sat down. "When do you come?" "Sunday nights after my shift," I replied. "I get in around ten. I order a Budweiser and then I sit down in front of one of the stages and during each song I place a one dollar bill on the stage." "Isn't that amateur night?" asked Corey. "You're thinking of the Peeping Tom," said Corey. "Amateur night is Monday night," I replied. "Sunday nights are when the police like to do their raids," said Trevor. "Look around," I said. "Day shift girls." "The night shift will be showing up within an hour," said Corey. "And we didn't have to pay cover," added Trevor. "You guys have this too well planned out," said Cowboy. "When were you last laid?" "Just laid, or laid for free?" asked Corey. "I can't believe you asked that," I said. "What could I get you guys?" asked the waitress. "Let's get a pitcher," said Trevor. "Budwieser," I added. "A pitcher of bud, four glasses?" "Sounds good," Cowboy said to the waitress. "Say hi to Nicky for me." "He's not in today. Maybe tonight." "Tell him Cowboy says hi." "Sure thing." "So how do you know Nicky?" I asked after the waitress left. "He's a friend of Jonathan." "You mean Big John, the owner of half the houses on Highland Street?" I asked. "That's him," replied Cowboy. "Speaking of neighbors, I need to talk to you about the Jollimores." "Would you like some cake?" asked a dancer as she arrived at our table. It was red haired girl that I had seen on stage. She was wearing a black bikini. I was enthralled by the freckles between her breasts. "Sure Megan, I'd love cake," said Corey. "What's the special occasion?" I asked Megan as she brought over four pieces. "It's my retirement." "You're too young to retire," I said. "What are you, twenty?" "Oh, you're so sweet," said Megan as she gave me a half hug. "I'm twenty four. I've got a full time teaching position." "Teaching what?" I asked. "I'm going to be a high school physics teacher." "Oh, science, I love it," said Cowboy. "Don't pick Megan," whispered Trevor after Megan had moved on to the next table with her cart of cake. "Why not?" I asked as the beer arrived "Great dancer, but lousy lap dance," replied Trevor as Corey filled the glasses. "No contact. She doesn't mess around." "How about her?" I asked motioning to woman on the stage. "Yes, Niomi, good choice, but good luck. She is very good. So good that she has a waiting list." "Well, you'll have to excuse me," I said as I took my glass of beer and moved up to a seat in front of the stage, "but I have some one dollar bills to spend." "We need to talk about the Jollimores," said Cowboy as he followed me up to the stage. "Okay, what is this shit about the Jollimores?" I asked as I sat down and placed my first dollar bill on the stage. "Keep your voice down," said Cowboy. "This has to be very discrete." "The Jollimores are anything, but discrete," I said. "On my twenty fifth birthday Vern asked me if I was a bad boy and would like to be spanked. When I said no, he told me that his wife, Deborah has always wanted to tie me up and spank me." "Well, did you?" asked Cowboy as he placed a couple dollars on the stage. "No, that's not really my thing." "She would have fucked you afterwards." "She is pretty hot for an older woman, but..." "Women are like rockets. Did ever tell you that I studied rocket science in university for two years after highschool?" "No you didn't," I said as Niomi crawled seductively across the stage towards us. She was a slender dark haired beauty with perfectly enhanced breasts. "Hi Julian," said Niomi. "Aren't you usually here Sunday nights?" "I lost my job today, so my friends are buying me a lap dance." "I'm so sorry." "A lap dance from you would really cheer me up." "Sorry, my friend is here," said Niomi glancing at a well dressed older gentleman standing near the stairs. "He has a VIP room for me." "That sucks." "Maybe this will help," said Niomi as she placed my dollar bill between my lips and then thrust her breasts into my face. Then she took both of my hands and used them to squeeze them together pulling the money out. "Anyways, women are like rockets," continued Cowboy after Niomi had moved back to the center of the stage. "They have the same thrust, but as they get older and burn off that heavy propellant they get lighter and accelerate faster. As for Mrs Jollimore, you really need to see her in her full dominatrix gear." "Aren't you supposed to be gay?" "I'm more prison gay. I'm a sexual omnivore. A pan-sexual." "You're bi-sexual." "A bi-sexual is someone who hasn't made up their mind. I've made mine up." "So why the secrecy?" I asked. "It's not really for them, but for their friends," replied Cowboy. "They are building a BDSM dungeon for themselves and their friends I need you to help pour cement." |
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