"Give Me The Remote" Pt. 01

"I don't argue with them," Hunter smiled as he rapidly diced up a tomato. "It's like they're pee sigh chick or something."

"Shut up! Soleil, he's being a big old meanie pie to me. Tell him stop," Swan giggled.

"Soleil? And Swan?" Rachael asked.

"Don't ask us," Soleil shrugged. "IT's what our mommas named us."

"Mommas? As in more than one? I thought y'all were twins or something," Rachael said.

"I quit trying figure them out years ago," Hunter said, placing three plates onto the bar.

After they'd finished their breakfasts, Soleil and Swan kissed Hunter, then told Rachael they'd see her later. They unlocked a door to the right of the bar then closed it behind themselves.

"What's that?" Rachael asked, pointing to the door.

"Goes up to our apartment," Hunter said, stirring one pot of barbeque sauce.

"Let me guess, Dawn's sick," Annie Sullivan, Desiree said, coming into the bar from the front door.

"Uh huh. Annie, this is Rachael." Hunter said. "Buddy let you in?"

"Sure did," Buddy said, entering the bar. "Tried not to, but she started that crying and begging and whining shit and you know I just can't stand that crying shit."

"What. Ever," Annie smiled. "Come on, I'll show you your locker; Hunter, you didn't already do that, huh?"

"Nope. Figured either you or Bonnie would do that. She's working the floor this morning, okay?" Hunter agreed.

"Hang on! Rachael Dunn! Lady Jays volleyball what, two years back," buddy said to Hunter as Annie and Rachael went into the backstage area.

"And get her a uniform," Hunter called out.

To Buddy, Hunter lowered his voice and said, "Uh huh, she's the one bobbled that serve that gave the game to Harvester's."

Rachael fit in almost seamlessly. She kept the lunches moving, kept her eye on the customer's drinks and kept a sassy little smile pasted on her face. Her Hunter's Cabin uniform fit her nicely, showing off her long legs and round backside, as well as a lean, toned tummy.

During the day, Soleil or Swan would saunter behind the bar and grab the remote control for the television. 'Go All The Way' certainly had the attention of many of the customers. 'Lips Like Sugar' was also a crowd-pleaser.

"Damn, can't wait see what y'all come up with for tomorrow," Curtis opined and signaled to Rachael that he wanted another drink.

"That's his fourth one," Hunter told the girl. "Make him give you his keys, or bring the drink back to me."

"Yes Daddy, here you go," Curtis snapped, but did hand his keys to Rachael.

"Thanks, Mr. Curtis," Hunter said, not offended by the man's unhappy remark. "Good customers are hard to come by; want to keep the ones we got."

"So, what shift works best for you?" Hunter asked Rachael as she ate a late lunch.

"Well, Jason? At the Captain's Table? Dick kept giving me the early shift," Rachael mused. "But they didn't have lunches, so it was usually just a bunch of old drunks in there."

"Okay," Hunter said and waited.

"I'll be dancing tomorrow?" Rachael verified.

"Mm hmm," Hunter said and smiled when Soleil hugged him from behind before grabbing the remote control.

'Lips Like Sugar' began and Rachael watched the obscene action on the screen. Soleil danced, making sure to rub against Hunter, performing a lap dance on him, even though she was not on his lap.

"Know what? Where ever you put me is fine," Rachael declared, pushing her empty plate away.

"Let me put you on late shift; let you see how they work," Hunter decided and Rachael nodded in agreement.

"His pulled pork is the best, isn't it?" Soleil called out over the music.

"Mm hmm, and that potato salad is killer," Rachael agreed, and approached a customer's table.

"Aw yeah, lips like sugar," Patrick said into his microphone. "And here comes a girl whose kisses are even sweeter and she gives me fever, Juliette."

Swan/Juliette came out as 'Fever' by Bullets For My Valentine pumped out of the speakers.

"How would he know what her kisses are like?" Soleil giggled and gave Hunter another kiss.

"Guess I talk too much," Hunter suggested and squeezed Soleil's buttocks before she could escape his grasp.

"Bring in your own music if you want Patrick or John-John playing that," Hunter told Rachael as she prepared to leave. "No rap music. Customers here don't like that stuff. You don't have your own music? You'll be dancing to whatever they feel like playing. Mostly hard rock stuff."

"No, I got couple CDs," Rachael agreed.

"And need to tell whoever's deejaying what your name is," Hunter continued.

"Krystel," Rachael smiled. "Like the champagne."

"Okay, see you at six," Hunter agreed.

The following morning, when Dawn again called in sick, Hunter let her know she would not be coming back to work for Hunter's Cabin until he saw a doctor's note. After all, Hunter did not want to take any chances that his other girls might catch whatever illness Dawn had that kept her out for four straight days. Hunter had a feeling that he would not hear from Dawn again.

The delivery man again looked around, and was disappointed that there were no girls visible. Hunter smiled and accepted the delivery of fresh buns. He picked up the remote control for the television and accessed 'Go All The Way' for the man.

"You know, if you got your Hunter's License, you could come in and see our girls any time you wanted to," Hunter suggested as the man goggled at the obscene sight of an unseen dancer fucking herself with a bright blue dong.

"Yeah, right, like my wife would ever let me do that," the man said sourly.

Hunter said nothing as he turned to check the brisket. Spuntzin Breads was a local bakery and delivered a good, fresh product at a reasonable price. It wasn't Matt Spuntzin's fault that his delivery man was a spineless wimp.

"Good grief," the delivery man said weakly when the song finished.

"Mm hmm," Hunter agreed and stirred the barbeque sauce.

"I mean to tell you..." the delivery man mumbled as he walked to the rear door.

"Pussy," Hunter said to himself as the door shut behind the man.

"Okay, got another one," Swan announced as she and Soleil entered the bar.

"Another one what?" Hunter asked and accepted their kisses.

"Another one what? What you think? Another video," Swan said, mashing the buttons of the remote.

The trio leaned against the bar to watch the television. Hunter frowned; he recognized the song, but could not think of the name of the song or the artist.

"Curve," Soleil answered Hunter's unasked question as a bright orange mop of hair appeared on the black screen.

"I feel love," Swan identified the song as the bright lips and the rivulets of 'cum' appeared on the screen.

"This is the coolest song," Soleil enthused as the two areolae appeared, the 'cum' trailing down to the right nipple.

"Uh huh," Hunter agreed as both Swan and Soleil shimmied and bumped against him.

The garter belt was a violet color and the pubic mound was capped with a bright orange thatch. 'Cum' ran from the thin pink line, over black darkness to the tops of the bright violet stocking tops.

"And, say hello to my little friend," Hunter smiled as a green dot appeared at the left of the screen.

"Uh huh," Soleil giggled.

The vibrant green dong approached the jostling, jiggling girl. When it brushed against her violet colored garter belt, the dancer again knelt and took the entire dong into her mouth, swallowing it from sight. A few seconds later, the dong popped from the dancer's lips.

The scene shifted to a rear view of the dancer's kneeling form. All that was visible was the short cap of orange hair, the garter belt and two thin vertical lines of violet attached to the tops of the dancer's violet stockings.

"Oh, you're not going to..." Hunter said as the camera zoomed in for a close up of the garter belt and stockings.

The dancer obviously leaned forward, placing her hands flat on the floor; visible now, just below the garter belt was a bright pink dot. Just below that pink dot was a thin pink line with some white smeared in, and a few tendrils of bright orange.

The green dong appeared in the screen, just above the pink dot. The dong traveled over the pink dot, down to the pink line. The dong traveled up and down the pink line, gathering some of the bright white fluid on its tip.

"Oh," Hunter let out an involuntary groan as the green dong pressed itself against the pink dot.

The camera zoomed in, giving a close up of the dong and the bright pink dot. The dong bumped into the bright pink dot a few times. Hunter let out another groan as the pink dot flowered open, allowing the head of the green dong to enter.

"Shit!" Hunter cried out as Soleil's finger's caressed his throbbing erection through his camouflage shorts.

"Aw, Baby, you mess up your shorts?" Soleil giggled, continuing to rub Hunter's cock as his ejaculation seeped through his briefs and shorts.

On the screen, the dong plunged in and out of the bright pink rectum. The scene cut suddenly to show the entire dancer from her right side. Her head was thrown back in an unheard cry of ecstasy, her pink lips were open. The green dong could be seen briefly as it plunged in and out of sight. The violet garter belt, stockings and shoes were also visible in this angle.

The scene cut again to show a close up of dong and anus. Suddenly, bright white globs appeared, ringing the bright pink anus. Then a dribble of the white began to ooze out of the bottom, dripping from anus to the thin pink line and bright orange hair. Some droplets of the white dripped freely from the dancer's flesh, most likely onto the floor between her spread knees.

"Your ass isn't sore from that?" Hunter asked Soleil.

"What? Wait, how you know that's me?" Soleil asked.

"Because, Sweetheart," Hunter smiled, rubbing her satin covered buttocks. "Your camera work sucks. You get the girl's boobs in the picture? You chop off the top of her head. You get her puss in the picture? Can't see her boobs or her face. There? All of her is visible, in the frame perfectly. So, if Swan's the one doing the camera work, Soleil's the one on her knees."

"Now, thanks to your sister," Hunter said, squeezing Swan's buttocks through the satin of her pink teddy. "Your breakfast will be late; I need to change."

"Bitch! You made him come?" Swan shrilled at Soleil.

"Jealous?" Soleil teased as Hunter opened the door to their stairwell.

"Yeah," Swan giggled.

"What about you?" Soleil asked, running her hand over Swan's satin covered crotch. "That get you wet?"

"What you think?" Swan said, squeezing Soleil in a hug.

The two girls kissed, then opened their mouths. Swan sucked Soleil's tongue into her mouth, then pushed her tongue into Soleil's mouth. Soleil's fingers traced Swan's beautiful face as they kissed.

"Love you," Soleil whispered and bit Swan's bottom lip softly.

"Love you more," Swan whispered and kissed Soleil.

"Need to use up them buns from yesterday," Hunter said as Soleil eased the spaghetti straps from Swan's shoulders.

"Mm hmm," Swan cooed as Soleil hefted Swan's left breast in her small hands.

"Take that somewhere else if y'all want breakfast," Hunter groaned, watching Soleil suckle Swan's fat nipple.

"Soleil, quit. I'm hungry," Swan whined, even as her hand rubbed her own satin covered crotch.

"Okay," Soleil said, releasing Swan's hard nipple.

She gave Swan a soft kiss on the lips, then helped Swan push her breast back into her teddy. She kissed Swan again and smiled.

"For now," Soleil agreed.

"Why you never eat breakfast" Swan asked Hunter as she and Soleil took their seats at the bar.

"Had breakfast at six this morning, while you two lazy butts were still sleeping," Hunter smiled.

"Six? What you doing up at six?" Soleil asked.

"Before or after my five mile run?" Hunter asked. "You think that brisket cooks itself? Or that pork?"

"I wouldn't run five miles if I had to," Swan said, shaking her head.

Hunter quickly whisked up an egg custard, dredged the buns through the thick custard, then dropped them onto the sizzling griddle. He flipped the pieces over and browned them on the two sides. Then he dusted them with confectioner's sugar and put the plates in front of his girls.

"And," he said, putting a bottle of maple syrup on the bar.

"What was that weird song?" Soleil suddenly asked Swan.

"Oh come on, like I'm supposed to know what you're talking about?" Swan asked, waiting for the bottle of maple syrup.

"That one, they kept showing it on TV; everyone was all crazy about it," Soleil pressed, handing the bottle to Swan. "With those two girls?"

"You're going have play it for me; I don't have a clue," Swan shook her head.

"Baby, how you always get it so perfect?" Soleil praised Hunter, mouth still full of food.

"Hey, was thinking I'd put you on morning and you on night, what you think?" Hunter asked, cleaning the griddle.

"I uh, yeah, okay," Swan agreed, scraping the last of her breakfast off of the plate.

"Okay, when you say 'you and you' you know you really need to say who you're talking to," Soleil said, pushing her plate away.

"It matter which one I'm talking to? You two figure it out," Hunter smiled.

"Rock paper scissors?" Swan asked Soleil.

"No, you go ahead; I know you're still tired," Soleil offered. "I'll take the morning shift."

"You're the best," Swan said, kissing Soleil.

"I know you know what song I'm talking about," Soleil said as they walked to the door of the stairwell.

"That weird song. That really spells it out, Soleil," Swan complained.

"The one, those Russian girls," Soleil insisted as the door closed.

Hunter checked his brisket and his pork before turning his attention to his barbeque beans. He drizzled some maple syrup into the bubbling mass and stirred the sweet liquid in before reducing the temperature on the beans.

The lunch crowd was heavy; the first and the fifteenth of the month was when the local cotton mills paid their employees. Two other local manufacturers paid their crews every Friday, so Hunter, and his crew could expect a mild run on the First and Fifteenth of every month and every Friday of the week.

That evening, Rachael smiled and greeted Hunter as she came in. On the stage, Soleil was finishing her last set. John-John called out 'Julianne' before introducing Valentina was coming to the stage.

"Hey, glad you're here," Soleil smiled at Rachael. "Good night, Sweetheart, see you later, okay?"

"Love you," Hunter said and bent to kiss her.

They hugged for a long moment while Annie/Desiree pretended to drum her fingers in impatience on the bar. With another tight embrace, Soleil waved away Annie's pretended annoyance with a laugh. At the door of the stairwell, Soleil blew Hunter a kiss before unlocking the door.

"Uh, think you can uh make me a whiskey sour? And a gin gimlet?" I mean, if you're not too busy," Annie huffed as she drew two draft beers.

"I guess," Hunter smiled and began making the drinks.

"He's so in love with his wife, it's sickening," Annie confided to Rachael.

"His...Wife?" Rachael asked as Swan came out of the door of the stairwell.

"Hey! You're here!" Swan greeted Rachael happily.

"Whiskey sour, gin gimlet, bad attitude," Hunter called out, putting the two glasses onto Annie's tray.

Rachael had been surprised to find out that Soleil was Hunter's wife. Her surprise turned to confusion when Hunter and Swan repeated the kiss and hug that Hunter and Soleil had shared just moments earlier.

"Oh, before I forget," Hunter told Rachael, "Annie's out tomorrow so I got you coming in for the lunch shift, okay?"

"Yeah," Rachael agreed, heading toward the backstage area.

"What about Dominique?" Swan asked before heading to the backstage area.

"Back in school, remember? Wants all night shifts," Hunter said as The African-American girl hurried into the bar.

Dominique smiled and waved at Hunter before hurrying to the backstage area. Hunter smiled as Annie gave him another drink order.

"All right, all right, all right! For the first time at Hunter's Cabin, y'all all get ready for Krystel!" Patrick announced as Curve's 'Already Yours' started to play.

Rachael's outfit of tank top and Daisy Duke Shorts seemed a little odd to Hunter, but he shrugged it off. She'd been a dancer at The Captain's Table; Jason, the manager of The Captain's Table was a sleazy, slimy individual, but he did know how to run a Gentlemen's Club.

Rachael performed a handstand, spreading her long legs into a perfect leg split. Her buttocks spread, displaying the very thin line of denim between her butt cheeks.

She performed a back flip then did a split that had her on the floor. A customer approached, five dollar bill in hand. Rachael smiled a sassy, knowing smile as the man slid the five dollar bill under her thigh garter.

When she'd gathered twenty dollars, Rachael tugged the front of her tank top and tore the garment away. This revealed her bright red half-cup bra.

Rachael continued to mix acrobatic maneuvers with sexual thrusts and grinds. When Rachael was down to miniscule red lace thong, while Ladytron's 'Turn It On' boomed out, Rachael reached into the front of her thong, fiddled around for a moment, then began to pull a long strand of gleaming white beads out of her thong.

"Fuck me!" Curtis exclaimed, watching as Rachael produced a sixty inch strand of white beads.

Rachel looped the strand of beads around her neck, squatted, and rubbed a loop of the beads up and down the crotch of her lacy panties. Curtis came up and slid a twenty dollar bill into her garter belt. With a smile, Rachael stood, slid the panties down and off, then strutted around the stage, proudly displaying her nude body.

"Yes sir, that was Krystel," Patrick said as Ladytron began to fade out. "Yes sir, Krystel. Now, you know Juliette was just born to be wild."

Riot's version of 'Born To Be Wild' began to pound out. Swan came out, wearing her leather jacket and leather skirt and thigh high boots.

Diamond/Dominique's last song was ending when Swan came behind the bar. Hunter did not wait for her demand; he handed her the television remote control.

"Good thing; Krystel's been in the Deer Stand since she came off," Hunter said as Swan brought up the latest video.

"I know; you believe them beads?" Swan asked and raised the volume of the television.

"Okay, y'all got to tell me who that is," Dominique demanded, watching the lewd black light action on the screen.

"What?" Hunter asked, mouth open in feigned surprise. "You mean, that's not you?" Swan, you told me..."

"Ain't no way that's me," Dominique laughed as the video ended. "My boobs ain't that big."

"All right, all right, all right, Hunter's Cabin, here she is again, Krystel," Patrick announced as Krystel came out, wearing bustier and matching thong panties and fish net stockings.

The beads were looped around her neck and she used them to 'flail' herself, or to rub over her smallish breasts, or over her lace covered crotch. She smiled her sassy little smile as men gave her their dollar bills.

"You know, her girlfriend's like, got a bunch of money," Swan confided to Hunter. "Really don't like her dancing anywhere."

"If her girlfriend's got a bunch of money, what's she doing here?" Hunter asked and quickly made the drinks that April/Britney ordered.

"Says she wants to get away from Layla. She's this real control freak," Swan said. "There any brisket left?"

"Nope. How 'bout a hamburger?" Hunter offered.

"Okay," Swan agreed and gave Hunter a kiss.

The smell of the sizzling hand formed meat patty was the catalyst; April/Britney and Swan/Juliette suddenly had orders for hamburgers or cheeseburgers and Hunter's signature blue cheese fries. Hunter made sure he set Swan's burger and blue cheese fries aside. She gave him another kiss before grabbing her now cold hamburger and hurrying backstage. Hunter played the 'Lips Like Sugar' video to give Swan time to eat, then shed her Hunter's Cabin uniform and wiggle into her next outfit.