Starting from Scratch Ep. 035: LEADER'S HIP

"Not like that. I am here to see Dom though. He...dates my neighbor."

"Lil' Miss Kelly? Bless her heart. She's adorable. Dom is one lucky man."

"You think a lot of Dominic, huh?"

"Biggest sweetheart in Cashville."

"Cashville?"

"You know...Johnny Cash. Burning Ring of Fire Johnny?"

"I don't get your reason for Cashville though. You mean the House of Cash museum?"

"No darlin! You even notice the name of the club next door? It's called Cashanova. Dom there...dominates that place. Big money maker if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I've seen his money maker." He chuckles, "Not intentionally. Long story! Anyways, I hate to bother him it looks like he's got enough going on without me."

"Nonsense! Gotta name handsome?"

"Henry."

"Hmmm! Not exactly a stud kinda name. Unless you gotta big hammer John Henry?"

"Big enough."

"Follow me Sugah! I'll let Dom know you're wantin' to talk to him." She turns then peers over her shoulder to see Henry looking at her ass, for a 43 year old Kitty Mitchell had a rocking bod. Smirking at his eyes she pauses and shakes her bottom playfully, "I hear your train a comin'."

"Sorry! Nice caboose. Didn't mean to derail ya." He laughed.

"Oh I like you John Henry."

"Kinda funny actually, my full name is Henry Jonathon McKellen."

"Perfect. John Henry it is. Tail the tracks Johnny." She definitely had a charm about her. Leading him through the maze of onlookers and actual exercise aficionados they discover Dominic had switched from squats to bench press, a muscular young woman spotting him as he began to lift another large amount of weight. Just as Dom tried to find his grip on the barbell Kitty swooped in and straddled his lap. Hopping on him twice to get his attention. "Hey Big Fella you got company."

Dom winces and looks up at her as she casts a thumb toward Henry, the half dozen girls around him checking Henry out with curiosity. He smirked and folded his arms trying to look tougher than he truly was. Wearing a concert t-shirt from his younger days of Megadeth's Youthanasia tour and jeans he just wasn't setting off too many sexual vibes. While handsome the geek was coming through. That and all of the folks around him were into Country music.

Dom looks beyond Kitty and locks eyes with Henry. "Well if it ain't the Louisville Lugger."

"How you doing Dominic? Can I have a word with you?"

"I reckon. Hop off my hard on Kitty." The woman slapped his chest then slid off to break up the gathering.

"The membership in this place ain't all 'bout Dom's member. Back at it people." Laughter led the group to part ways. Behind Dom the female bodybuilder eyed Henry with narrowed eyes.

"Relax Serafina I got this." Dom motioned her away. Taking her leave Henry couldn't resist even looking at her ass. "You eyeballin' my sister?"

"Your sister? Serafina? Really? Sorry."

"Why you here Louisville?"

"Owe you an apology I suppose. When we all heard Kelly sounding like she was being hurt, and her son fearful of you...well, you have to understand what we thought."

"Yup!"

"I hope I don't get her in trouble but I had a talk with Kelly yesterday and she informed me more about...your relationship. She's...pretty into you."

"Course she is. I know how to satisfy her itch."

"I'm sure. She also told me you help her out financially. Brownie points in my opinion of you. I'm...sorry I swung a ball bat at you."

"Ehhh!" He hissed, "One swinger to another? You did what you thought was right. Took some serious balls to do that."

"Speaking of balls." Henry chuckled and cleared his throat right afterward. Pointing without saying anything Dom lowered his gaze to his lap. Under his seated straddle his scrotum was partially hanging out under his shorts. Noting it's bulge the giant smirked.

"Wanna see something even better?" He winked.

"Uhhh! Think I've probably already seen your better half over at Kelly's."

"Not my pecker you dumb shit. Watch this." He motions Henry to step behind him then calls out at the top of his lungs, "WHO WANTS TO NUDGE MY NADS?"

Hearing him seven of his earlier onlookers including one man hopped from their cardio equipment nearly falling in the process to reach him. A point at the gay man incoming sent him back to his bike disappointed. Of the remaining six beauties he paused them in transit with a wagging index. "First gal to show Louisville here their tits is the lucky nut nudger."

In a blur of whipping shirts and bras Henry McKellen got the opportunity to see six sets of some of the firmest young breasts in Nashville. Eyes flaring but hardly bulging Henry found Dom's control pretty amazing. A stunning redhead most likely mid 20's beat the others due to no bra. Hopping in step at her chance to touch the bodybuilder down there her 38C's bobbed like a dream come true.

"That a girl Lucy." Dom smirked, "Bring 'em down." She intentionally placed her shirts hem between her teeth to keep her breasts out in the open, then knelt next to Dominic but waited permission to touch him, hands to her sides. Henry gathered that she was likely trained some herself in the lifestyle Dominic led. "Let's see if you can do it with your face."

Henry poised his eye brows high expecting her to run but she just moved her face in with zero hesitation and used her nose to nudge his well rounded left nut. Not succeeding at first she used her lips almost as if kissing his sack. If at first you don't succeed try the tongue. Her shirt released from her lips allowed Henry to watch Lucy force his sack under the loose shorts, he could hear her whimpers at being so close to one very big cock, his shorts riding high not making her efforts any easier. Under his shorts now Dominic reached down and palmed the girls cheek. "Good girl. Go ride your bike." She carefully stood up and dropped her t-shirt hem from its wrinkled state atop her tits. Off she wiggled fluttering her fingers at Henry with a very happy grin. "All you gals can stop yer oglin'. Get on over there."

"How many slaves do you have anyway?" Henry chuckled.

"Only Kelly. Lucy there? She's what you call a hopeful. Those others? Three of 'em work next door. Other two...bored housewives."

"Well, at least you're keeping the dream alive."

"That I am...so why are you here? Ain't just to apologize."

"That was part of it. That and to tell you I think it's pretty noble of you to take care of Kelly like you are while she's out of work."

"No reason for her to go back to work. Rather have her when I need her."

"Right!" Henry rubbed the back of his neck trying to calm himself for what he truly wanted to ask. "Alright Dom...the real reason I'm here is Kelly filled me in on your outstanding order that she serve all men's needs should they tell her or ask her for it. I'm not telling you what to do in any way, just hear me out."

"I'm listenin'."

"Is that safe? Who knows what someone might do to her. What if she got...I don't know gang raped?"

"You makin' plans?" Dom smirked.

"No, just saying. If the wrong person knew of your commands she could get hurt. I'm just looking out for her and Travis." If Henry only knew how close that was to being true. Having not heard of Knox Hardecker's abuse, and what could have easily gone down a much darker path if not for Angus Furlong's sudden intervention. Someday he would learn of the situation and find himself right.

"The boy don't like me much." Dom sighed.

"Don't you think it's because you intimidate him? Maybe, he's protecting his mom now that he's technically the man of the house. Kelly's husband hasn't been in the ground all that long. The kid needs a father, or at least someone to look up to that...doesn't appear as if he's harming all that he has."

Mulling it over Dom nods that his processing of Henry's words were sinking in. "I'm not his dad. Never will be."

"Can I ask you something?" Dom uses his hand motion to allow Henry freedom to speak. "Do you intend to stay in Kelly's life longer than a few months? A year? Two years? I mean...look what you have right here at your disposal..." He points to the women doing cardio, "...one lady for every day of the week if you wanted."

"True nuff! Lil' Miss Kelly...knows I do what and who I please. I'm not going anywhere Louisville. If I were only using her do you think I'd pay her bills? Among other things."

"Among other things?"

"She tell you I put a headstone on her husband's grave? She could never afford one."

"Wow! No I..she didn't. That's...really nice of you Dom."

"Any worthy Master knows how to balance his heart and his needs."

"Do you love Kelly?"

"Wouldn't use that word, but there's a flutter amid the chaos." He eyes Henry's expression and reads what he sees, "You got feelings for her?"

"No. I'm married. Somewhat happily. It's getting better." Henry sighed.

"You got somethin' hidin' up there Louisville?"

Clearing his throat Henry rubbed his chin, "A proposal maybe. Willing to hear my thoughts?"

"As long as you're not expecting vows."

"No!" He laughed, "Listen...wanna go have a beer? On me?"

"At 11:00? I never drink 'til noon. You look tense Slugger. Tell ya what you buy the beer, I'll get you a massage."

"Massage?"

"Kitty has a table in the back room. Lil' side job if you know what I mean."

"Ah!" Henry fidgets a bit and looks out at the ladies doing cardio.

"Take your pick."

"What?"

"Any gal here I can coax into givin' you a body massage. Happy endin' even."

"No shit? You have that much control? Even the married ones?"

"Random pick...you'll see." Dom nods to the crowd. "Go for broke."

Henry finding Dom much easier to talk to than expected took the dare mainly to see if he could raise the man's temper. Pondering his best candidate of the women in the room his first choice might have been the redhead Lucy. But, he already knew how easy she dropped to Dominic's persuasion. He needed a true challenge.

"Your sister Serafina." Henry winced with the expectation of Dom saying fuck off.

"Sera? Get your deltoids over here." Dom shocked Henry. Serafina Black lifting weights a good thirty feet away drops her burden and sits up on her bench, a nice sweaty gloss overrunning her pores. The buxom blond looking over at her brother stands almost menacing at first then takes a stroll toward Henry, her big blue eyes squinting at them. Once she arrives she looks directly at Henry and offers her own thoughts.

"Is the twig bothering you Big Brother?" Henry nearly busted up, her tone of voice was like a young girl no more than 12.

"Take ole' Henry to the back room and give him a massage. Happy ending too. Try not to break off anything he might use on ya later."

A thin smile later the 6'3 blond picked Henry up and tossed him over her shoulder. A mighty strong hand gripped his ass. "Right this way Sugarplum." Henry bulged his eyes as she carried him away. Folks found it amusing but didn't dare laugh.

"See ya at noon Louisville."

Batter up! Battered even.

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"Mom?"

Kelly Herbert having finished up her gardening early in the morning while things were quiet attempted a nice bubble bath to relax her nerves. Worried that Knox Hardecker might come over again and do far worse than merely command her to give him a blowjob, she chose to isolate.

Having her son at home yet again was taxing in itself. The fear of him seeing her at her lowest weighed heavy on her mind. Always doing her best to keep him from learning just how much she enjoyed being a slave took everything she had. A sexual beast herself merely controlled by the words of her Master, she fought hard to maintain his instructions. Even after what happened last night in her front yard she stressed over and over in her head that should it have progressed, she would not have denied the boys. If Travis had seen it...she would have dealt with it as it came.

"Yes Travis?"

"Are you decent?" He asked, in her mind however she took it in a different context. Under her breath she sighed, "I will never be decent Travis. Those days are long gone." Sliding lower beneath her bubbles to hide her nudity she replies, "I am now."

"Can I come in?" She winced hearing his request, her hormones always flaring up when certain things were said that sounded sexual in nature. Shaking off her impure thoughts, this being her son, she closes her eyes to remain in control. Control was never supposed to be in her vocabulary.

"You may...come into the bathroom." It was all in how it was phrased. Otherwise...

Opening the door Travis stepped inside and covered his eyes somewhat, "Sorry! I'll turn my back."

"What do you need Travis?"

"I...need your advice Mom." He could see his Mother in the mirror but tried not to stare.

"About what?"

"Sable McKellen." He sulked a bit, "I really like Sable Mom. Yesterday at school when I got tied up...she tried to help me but got herself in hot water doing it. Now there's a stupid video of us where it looks like she's on her knees...you know...blowing me."

Timing perfect Kelly blew bubbles from her hand while listening to his problem. Water hot she tried her best to relax. "I...feel so bad for her being caught up in my situation Mom. That fucking video has 5,023 likes. Why me? Why did Sable have to come...to my rescue?"

"You came to mine last night. My hero." She tried psychology.

"About that. Why did you let those guys...well, Knox at least...treat you like shit?" He hadn't seen her give Knox a blowjob but he did think he was trying to hurt her, being perverted with his dick hanging out. It was all kind of a blur in his mind, a single glance out the window and a mad dash to her side, stepping out just as Angus Furlong wailed on Knox with his fists. "I should have stomped on Hardecker's balls."

"Violence is not who you are Travis."

"I took a swing at him."

"Without making contact. Try not to do that again please. I've raised you better than that."

"I'll try Mom. So...about Sable...she's been texting me all morning. I just...can't text back. I put her in a bad situation and I hate myself for it."

"If Sable is texting you it means she's worried. Text her back. At least tell her you're alright." Kelly spoke finding her hand easing down between her thighs to touch herself. Travis couldn't see her anyway, she was envisioning the boys last night. Although not anyone she herself would fantasize over, she knew that Knox had an inside knowledge of her Master's orders. Without questioning Dominic over it she presumed that Knox had been told by Dominic to do that to her. Possibly a test to see if she obeyed. Had the boys demanded more she would have let them destroy her right there in the yard. The images so vivid in her mind her fingers began inserting within her pussy. Trembling over her necessity to touch herself even with Travis three feet away she played it coy.

"I guess. Mom? I want you..." He pauses to take a breath, her eyes flaring at how he sounded as if he literally wanted her. Messed up as it was she touched her clit with her other hand and rubbed it harder. Mild whimpers expelled through her nose as he finished his sentence, "...to know I love you. I'll always be here to protect you."

"I know you will. Go text Sable. Let me finish...my bath in peace."

"Right! Sorry to barge in on you."

"Never apologize, my door is always open."

"Thanks Mom." He turns quickly and leans over the tub to kiss her on the cheek, the bubbles not so fluffy any longer, her breasts pretty much visible. He tried not to look, but let's face it. Perbert was his nickname for a reason.

Leaving her, Kelly masturbated mumbling, "Fuck me...please fuck me." to a fantasized lover. Just as her Master would order it. Water splashed on the tile below.

It didn't matter.

********

"Discount if I order 20 t-shirts? Sure why not." Piper Cherry was back on her cell in her office cubicle, legs propped up on her desk. "Right! You know the school colors for the Horton-Dexter Swallow's, right?" She heard chuckles from the owner of the shop, "Yeah, I know I felt the same way once I heard their moniker too. So yeah, powder blue and white shirts, all Large to give the wearers room. No not the football team. These are for the cheerleaders. I'm taking off their current outfits." She heard the man say, "I might have to start going to their games."

"You should come...support the girls." She snickered. "Let's design something better than just having the normal H.D. Swallow. You an artist? Of course you are. Okay let's try designing a flying Swallow as if it's flying right at you with a devious look. Make the beak wide as if it's yelling." She mischievously promoted the girls as actual swallowers. Put cute eyelashes on the bird to show the feminine side. Right! As if they're batting their lashes. On the backs write BE A SWALLOWER FOLLOWER." More laughs out of the man made her grin, this was fun.

"Put the word FOLLOWER right over the wearers butt but make the O's bigger than the other letters. You know what? Print me up a hundred of those shirts. If you get them done before the game Friday I'll pay you triple. Discount went right out the window didn't it? " Piper was having a blast, even as Carl Manley stepped back into his office to overhear her giggles. Intrigued he steps to her cubicle entry and looks at her with curiosity. Her legs still up on her desk she dropped her left leg to the carpet and kept her right one propped. He knew she did it to let him see up her already short skirt. No panties on, her pussy was ripe for the taking.

"Oooo! Oooo! Wait! Add feathers like hands on the shoulders as if someone is grabbing them from behind. Too funny right? Shoot me a text to show me how the finished design looks, you have my number. Thanks Lowell. Kiss kiss!" Hanging up on the t-shirt shop owner Piper dropped her hand to her pussy and intentionally massaged her clit.

"Not gonna tell you to stop. Just not gonna ask you to keep going." Carl shook his head, "What was that all about?"

"New design for the Cheerleaders outfits. I'm taking my job to the next level."

"What's wrong with their current uniforms?"

"Not revealing enough."

"Excuse me?" He looked at her with a scowl.

"That losing streak? Horton-Dexter is about to change that."

"As long as nobody actually streaks."

"Close your eyes Carl. I'll let you know when they're out of range. God! I'm so wet. See?" She shows him moist fingertips. He merely shook his head and went back to his desk. Five minutes later he heard Piper Cherry have an orgasm.

He had to swallow.

Go team!

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LIFT KITty's fitness center...

"You have a good grip Serafina."

Henry McKellen lay stretched out on his stomach with only a towel over his ass. Okay, a wash clothe, she went the cheap route. She had barely said a word to him since bringing him into the backroom and assisting him in taking his clothes off. When he offered to do it himself she growled at him until he just let her undress him. Of course with her baby like voice she sounded more like a kitten on steroids, than any real hellcat.

Strong hands on his shoulders and spine, rubbing in warm oil made Henry nearly fall asleep. If not for pressure points perking him up he might have began snoring. She definitely knew how to loosen a guy up.

"So you're the baby sister."

"Six years younger." She opened up, "I overheard what you were telling Dom. I like Kelly, she's sweet."

"Yeah, she is a sweetheart."

"No...her taste. She's sweet."

"Oh! You and Kelly..."

"I love eating her out when Dom brings her over. I'm bisexual."

"I know a few of those myself."

"You?"

"Ohhhh no! Totally hetero. Mind if I ask you a question?"

"All ears."

"So you said when you heard us talking. Thirty feet away even. Anyways, how long has your brother been...a Master?"

"He's always been bossy." She found it in her to laugh slightly.