Starting from Scratch Ep. 082: FOOLS RUSSIAN

"You do know I'm going to tower over you in stilettos by a good foot."

"One last thing."

He notices a jewelry tray next to her perfumes, in it a white choker with a leash clip on it. Plucking it from the other ornate items he brought it around her neck and clasped it in back. She smirked at his attempt to make her think she was his slave. Let him have his fun she thought. Removing her hair tie she fluffed up her curls. In doing this, from behind Henry pictured Piper Cherry, their hair somewhat similar.

"That's my last thing."

"Heels."

"Curses!" She giggled and headed back into her closet. Heels on she did tower high over him. "Want me to carry you to your car Sir?"

"Naaa!" While she was in her closet searching for her stilettos Henry found a white leather leash hanging beside her dresser along with pearls and other choice necklaces. He found it a strange place for such a thing but wasn't complaining. Holding it behind his back until she faced him up close he revealed his final, final, final last thing. "Bend the kneecaps." She shook her head and obeyed allowing Henry as he clasp the leash. Letting it dangle between her monster tits like a necktie he turned his back. "Let's ride."

Eying herself for a mere second in her mirror she scowled, "Payback's a bitch Mister Master."

Cocky!

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Cashanova...

If the place was packed before Henry left, it was far worse now. What once was predominately men in residence, the ratio had now evened out. Women were everywhere. The only explanation was they knew a certain Hillbilly bodybuilder was here to swing his sledgehammer. No...not John Henry. But, he did sign his paychecks.

Dominic Black sat at his changing booth with his black Stetson tipped down over his brow and eyes closed, catching a cat nap before going on stage. All around him were female dancers changing for their own sets, rotating on the duel stages outside in the bustling club. Whispers heard, he knew even the dancers wanted his enormous everything. Hulk Hogan on steroids, but without the withering manhood! Dominic had it all going on. With the ladies mumbling amongst themselves he fidgeted as if a fly was tickling his nose.

Having heard enough he tipped his hat back, stood up from his creaking chair and stretched vividly. His penis pouch all that he had on otherwise dangled to mid thigh in his ten plus inch melodrama. Not even erect in a room full of half naked beauties, how was that even possible?

Grabbing his bathrobe from a hook next to his mirror he put it on cloaking the world from his magnificence. Only two dancers were off to themselves and not giving him much love, mainly because they were chatting about something that happened recently.

"I still can't believe that teenager whipped his dick out on the street for us."

"I know right? I think his cock was almost as big as...hey Dominic."

"Lacey Lou." He nodded, "Va Gina!" He winked at the other girl. Gina Rossi was used to her nickname. Dom had one for every girl in the club, it was one of his special talents. "Ain't makin' no tips sittin' purdy back here are ya?"

"Just came off stage five minutes ago. Had to cool off under my fan here." Lacey smiled, "You know Gina and I are inseparable."

"Yup! Glued to the nip."

"We are not lovers." Gina rolled her eyes, "Stop thinking we are."

"We were just talking about this guy we saw uptown who had a huge cock like yours. I think you still have him beat but he was pretty hefty. Beer can thick!" Lacey chuckled, "Even his name had ego...can you believe his name was Mace? Talk about coming out swinging."

"Mace, huh?" He pondered where he had heard that name before but just couldn't pin it down. "You go blind when he sprayed ya?"

"He did not spray us." Gina laughed, "We dared him to show us and we showed him our tits. It was kind of fun right out in the open like that."

"We told him he should come by and apply here. I bet the ladies would chew him up and spit him out."

"His business." Dom smirked, "Is my pouch on straight?" He opened his robe and both beauties took a lengthy look at his barely concealed pecker. Controlling his nerves he sent his big boy rising right before their eyes until fully erect. Sticking straight out in a remarkable feat of muscle control he watched both women drool and gravitate toward it. "Looks a tad crooked to me. You gals notice?"

"Just like you Cowboy." A raspy voice was heard from behind his swagger. Tilting only his gaze he spotted the club owner Flossy Taggart, an elder 60 something with a bit of a weight issue. Not even Dom could convince her to join his gym next door.

"Evenin' Floss." Her nickname was simple, mainly because she wore dentures.

"Quit flaunting your money shaker. You wenches need to get off your asses and make my share of your tip money."

"She just got off stage." Gina points at Lacey, "I just...I'm going now." Jumpy, Gina Rossi grabbed her bikini top from her seat and put it on in transition, leaving lovely Lacey to sway her long silky leg and reaching her toe over to gently nudge the crown of Dom's pouch, watching it wiggle.

"Give it a rest Aunt Flossy." Lacey smirked, "He started this."

"Whatever!" Flossy moved between Dominic and Lacey turning to face her niece and caress her chin, "I love ya Baby...but I can still fire you." She then bent forward to kiss Lacey on the cheek. In bending forward her big ole' booty pressed right up against a negligent Dominic, his covered cock slipping right up between the woman's legs. Thank God he was wearing a silk swing. Gritting his teeth he took a step back and pulled his robe together. Missing him already Flossy stood up and turned to the man.

"You know you want it...Master." She whispered with a chuckle then limped away to confer with her other dancers.

Yep! Downsized!

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"Strelyat'! I take stage in five minutes."

Svetlana kissed the nose of her well tipping Businessman, her G-string holding a good $200 dollars in bills. Crawling from his lap she pivots to see her roommate and bestie Tessa with tip money of her own stuffed down her cleavage. Puckering at her Svetty points, "You work here too. Make sperm bank."

"I don't have time. I have a real job." She excused herself from her overheated seat Doyle Shipton, a local Attorney. The second Svetty drug her away Doyle leaned to his colleague and grinned.

"That tiny little blonde is my daughter's age. It gives me impure thoughts." A laugh amongst them found further remarks. Gerald Forman, a fellow Lawyer of African-American descent toasted their friend, "Glad you talked us into a night out Winslow. Trouble is I might need to buy one of these sweet young things for the night."

"That Russian has my dick so hard I might see what I can do." Win chuckled watching Svetty wiggle away, " Let's see what she has to offer on stage, few drinks, couple steamy private dances. Who knows?"

"I have my eye on that sexy bartender." Gerald nodded toward Filly making drinks. "Did you get a good look at her bare ass in those chaps?"

"Night's young Boys!"

Winslow Hardecker had no clue his neighbor's man danced here. It was going to be interesting.

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"Break a leg." Tessa Harper told Svetty as she watched her change outfits. "I mean bank. Break bank."

"Hook bra." Svetty turned to let Tessa clasp her bearskin fur bra that barely covered her nipples. Once done Svetty bent over stepping out of her current G-string in favor of a red micro G. After that she put on a pair of fur boots to emphasize her heritage. Lastly a beaver hat that her Grandfather wore over in the Soviet Union before he died. She kept it in his memory. He loved to watch her dance. Not naked mind you, just dance. "How I look?"

"Like a fuzzy critter. All you need now is a hammer and sickle." She heard from the side. Stepping up to her Dominic Black nodded his approval. "First night jitters?"

"Nyet! Perhaps I wear you next time. Black bear..." She points at her bra then at him, "...Grizzly bear." Her point creases the hair of his chest between his partially opened robe. Ignoring him in a heartbeat she turns to Tessa, "Master is late."

"He's comin'." Dom shared his cell text from his sister Serafina just as a prearranged Russian anthem took over the PA system.

"I am on."

"Break a paw."

"I just said that." Tessa frowned, rather in awe of the Giant.

Leg...but at least Svetty shaved those.

Dom had an extra limb if she did break one.

Tree limb!

Sequoia