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   Be My Guest Ch.  19: MAN UP

   "Get a move on Pedigo, I wanna go home before I clock back in tomorrow."

   "Tall order Munchkin." Zach Pedigo laughed at his co-worker and site
boss the adorably spunky Stormy Belair.  She being a midget the heckle went
over like a brick.

   "Tom Hardy har har!" She replied connecting his resemblance to the
actor. "Don't make me use that dick of yours as a step ladder to punch that
smile off your face." She was ready to pounce.  "I miss that bad boy by the
wayside."

   "One time thing Andrea not the Giant."

   "You're on a roll today.  Do I gotta bring the hay?"

   "I just said one time only Stormy.  I'm not going to make a habit of
having sex with my co-workers." He finished his last connection of siding
to the mobile home they were working on.  "Cleo is the only exception."

   "I thought you was taking Rocky's money to tap Angel.  She's a
co-worker."

   "Again...one time only.  I'm still regretting taking Rock up on that
offer.  Only reason I'm considering it is I wanna see DiVito squirm from
how much I make his wife scream." He pauses with a shit eating grin, "That
and him trying to resist a hard on with Cleo sitting in his lap."

   "Might get ugly." Stormy chuckled.  "Especially if he doubles up on his
Viagra."

   "That's his problem."

   "Cleo agree to that?"

   "She laughs about it but yeah, she's not gonna tell me no."

   "Penis whipped, huh?"

   "Something like that.  Let's pack up I need a beer."

   "Beer?  Lightweight!  I need a few shots of Jack."

   "I'm not jacking off over you." He laughed.  "Although it might put some
hair on your chest."

   "Sayin' I'm manly?"

   "You broke a nail earlier.  Man in MANicure.  You should drop by my
daughter's nail salon and have her fix that.  Oh, wait!  She called off
work today.  Not feeling so hot, her boyfriend roughed her up in a good
way." If only Zach knew that was the furthest thing from the truth.  Still
relying on his reference in calling Heidi Baker his daughter just to keep
the crew from calling him a liar, it was becoming habit forming.

   "Lucky her.  Only time I get roughed up is in the ring." Stormy being a
wrestler it was pretty often.  Helping Zach haul their tools back to their
van she sighed heavily.  "I have a bout coming up here soon.  You should
drop by the arena and root me on."

   "I'll consider that." He puckered just as his cell rang, "Hold up it's
my buddy Nick." Answering it Stormy tosses her tools into the van's bed
while listening to him.  "Hey Nico!  What's happening brother?"

   "We haven't talked any more about Iris and our agreement.  Got time to
meet me for a drink after work?  I'm buying." Nick Riley sounded chipper.

   "I was craving a Budwizzer.  We're loading our equipment now.  Twenty
minutes to get back to the shop and clock out.  Let me run home and shower
then I'll meet you at Wet Willy's?"

   "Wet Willy's!" Stormy chuckled.  "I can help with that." She reached for
Zach's zipper while he dodges her laughing.

   "I'll be waiting."

   "You bringing Iris?"

   "Nope!  I want to discuss this just you and I and plan things out."

   "My plan is simple.  I call, your bitch cums."

   "Gonna take some getting used to Buddy.  I trust you and all
but...damn!"

   "You'll get used to it.  Just know I'm not stealing her away...EVER!"

   "I believe ya.  6:30 at Willy's?"

   "I'll be there.  Save us a dart board."

   "Gotcha!" Nick hangs up on Zach who lowers his cell to see Stormy
struggling to carry their ladder.  Hurrying to her side he takes it from
her hauling it the rest of the way to their van.

   "Who's Iris?"

   "My bud's fiancÃ(C)e, my slut." He had to brag.  "Oh!  I met a realtor
lady yesterday.  I'll probably tap her here soon too."

   "Take a number, eh?"

   "Long line.  I have to admit my sex life has gotten crazy since my kid
moved in with me."

   "Incest?"

   "Not what I mean." Zach appeared edgy, "Just...a lucky charm I suppose."
He frowned, thanking God that was not the case.  While he was all over
Heidi Baker, if she were his real daughter it would be a bitch. 
Thankfully, she had set him up with enough gals to mold his old persona
back into what it used to be when he was married.  His persona alone but
not ex-wife Yushea's cup of tease.  She had her own agenda playing behind
his back at every chance she got, not into his newly acquired taste of
dominance.  That was then.  He was much happier without her.

   "Oh get this...my ex-wife's boyfriend sent me an invite to his new Bar
opening.  As if I'd give that bastard the bragging rights of showing up so
he can rub it in my face."

   "I'll be your date.  I can kick his ass for you."

   "I'm not going Stormy.  Thanks for the offer though, he deserves it."
More than Zach knew.  "It's better I just steer clear of him and my ex. 
I...don't want those memories back."

   "I get that.  It's always better to look the other way before crossing
any road.  Just know I have your kneecaps."

   "Thanks Munchkin."

   "Munch on this." She pats her inner thighs through her jeans.

   "You don't give up do you?"

   "Nope!  You're gonna chow down on this again one of these days...without
my paying you to do it.  I got faith."

   "We'll see." He laughs.  "Get in I'll drive."

   "Course you will, I can't reach the gas pedal.  Fuck you Pedigo."

   ********

   "GOD HELP ME!  I know I don't deserve your help but please stop the
burning in my asshole.  All my freaking holes while you're at it." Heidi
Baker carefully inspects her privates using a hand held mirror finding
bruises that weren't there yesterday.  Heidi Baker was enduring a beating,
after her first beating to boot.  Her gangbang at Moolah Rouge was taking
it's toll.  "Forget I asked God.  I did this to myself I'll get through it.
You help those who help themselves right?  I guess I helped myself too much
that night." A giggle escaping her agony she rolled her eyes.  "I sure know
those horndogs did."

   In her misery she heard her cell ring, rolling over to get it next to
her futon mattress, she had relocated everything low to avoid getting up
save to pee or eat.  "Cleo!" She answered it quickly, "Hey Girlyfriend."

   "Hey yourself.  I had a few minutes after classes.  I saw you texted
me." Cleopatra Teleki sat in her car on campus.

   "Yes.  I need to talk to you about a couple things.  Are we going to
Yushea's club opening to support her?" She prayed she would be in shape
before then, even more so before that wedding Saturday.  Weaver's band was
playing there and she was not going to let him down considering she had
been avoiding him over the last two days to heel.

   "Can't drink but we can go if you want.  I'll drive seeing as you don't
have a car."

   "Working on getting one." She pondered over her piggy bank which was in
the shape of a leather bowling ball case.

   "Awesome.  My Uncle Rudy has a car lot if you need a deal.  He would
drop prices if I sat on his lap." She laughed.  "Don't read into that.  I
used to do the horsey thing on his knee when I was a baby.  He's my Mom's
brother."

   "Ride 'em Cowgal."

   "I shouldn't have told you that." Cleo busted up.  "I heard you called
off work the last two days.  You alright?"

   "Fell off my own horse is all.  Don't ask...too many knees."

   "Uhhh?  Okay!  Do I even want to know?"

   "Of course you do, but I don't want Tom to know.  So therefore I can't
tell you."

   "You know I won't rat you out."

   "Come on you and Zach are tight."

   "I'm loosening up...because of him if that's any consolation."

   "Can you drop by tomorrow morning and take me shopping?"

   "I have classes in the morning but...screw it, I'll skip...shopping
sounds fun."

   "I need something to wear to a wedding.  The goth garb I had bought to
wear I abused when I met Weavey's parents."

   "Oh boy!  You met Solo?"

   "I did...he met me."

   "Ouch!"

   "You're telling me." Heidi winced at a sting in her ass hole.

   "So...if you met him, you met Weaver's stripper mom."

   "I did just say his parents."

   "Right!  She's a trip."

   "Yep!  Tripped me good."

   "You stripped at Moolah Rouge didn't you?" Cleo guessed.

   "You're good.  So...tell me my fortune Miss Cleo."

   "Funny!  My Mom named me after a phone psychic named that.  She's into
all that fortune telling crap.  Of course that psychic did predict I would
be born on a certain date.  I was only off by two days, I call that mistake
second guessing.  Anyways...you need a dress...my Auntie makes dresses. 
Maybe we can swing by and she might have something that fits you.  I need a
new dress too after the one I wore to the mall shrank into a tank top."

   "I loved that dress.  I'd rock in one of those.  Yes!  Let's visit
Auntie."

   "Pick you up at 10:00?"

   "I'll be ready...just don't expect me to be moving fast."

   "You worry me Heidi."

   "I worry me."

   "Text me if you need anything."

   "Will do.  Thanks!"

   What Heidi Baker needed was another pain killer.

   ********

   "Come on you piece of junk."

   Having clocked out for the day at Teleki's Siding and Insulation, Zach
Pedigo was finding his Harley acting finicky.  Several times trying to
start it his boy Manned Up and fired.  Grimacing, he knew more money was
going to be put out soon or he would be riding the bus like Heidi.  So not
his style.  "Sorry Buddy I didn't mean to insult you.  You're not a piece
of junk, you just need some new blood probably." He had checked the oil it
was needy but not dark.  Spark plugs seemed tight but hey he was no
mechanic.  Zach might look rugged and tough but he had his faults.

   Hitting the highway he was home in record time, trying his best to be on
schedule in meeting Nick Riley.  Hurrying inside the back door he found an
unexpected surprise.  In his way going downstairs to the laundry room with
a basket of clothes was the beautiful Petra Monahan, her flaming red hair
up in a ponytail.  A revealing black halter top and tight white shorts with
a pleasant see through vibe to them prevented him from going up to his
floor, technically hers seeing as she lived down the hall from him.

   "Hey Handsome!"

   "Who?" He winced.

   "Oh my God!  MASTER!" She giggled, "Sorry I'm trying to process it.  I
swear I'll improve."

   "I'll leave my dirty clothes inside my apartment door.  Wash mine when
you're done."

   "Seriously?  I mean...I will."

   "When my clothes are in the washer you will strip naked and sit on it
until ready to dry.  AM I UNDERSTOOD?"

   "Umm?  Other people use the...YES SIR!" His gaze made her weak, she
adored this man and any chance she got to be with him she would do as told.

   "Selfies sent to my phone to prove it.  Fail me and flame over."

   "Flame?  You mean game?"

   "Nope!  Flame.  I'll turn you over my knee and blister your ass until
it's redder than your hair."

   "Mmmm!  I want you so bad."

   "I'm sure you do.  Let me by, I need a shower." She steps around him in
the tight quarters, the basket beneath her tits lifting them until her
halter barely held them in.  No bra, no undies, just as Zach enforced she
was loving the sensations.  Finding her irresistible in that moment Zach
went out of his way to remove her halter straps from her shoulders and
loosened the halter dramatically.  Her eyes were sparkling at his approach.
"Stop hiding."

   She nodded with trembling lips that begged to be kissed.  It didn't
happen.  As he hurried upstairs she enjoyed his muscles until he faded from
view.  Sighing she winced in thought, "Did he just say stop hiding, or stop
Heidi?  Oh my God!  That man makes me crazy." Off to the laundry room she
went.  One of her neighbors whom she had sex with last week who lived right
on the other side of Zach's apartment by the name of Jay was in there as
well.  While not interested in him for further sex unless instructed to she
would merely use poor Jay to take pics for Zach.  He was more than happy
to.

   Entering his apartment Zach saw Heidi Baker limping nude from the
bathroom toward her room.  He could tell she was drugged up with pain
killers but still aware that he was home.  "Still under the weather?"

   "Come on Tom you know I'm not sick." She held one hand on the wall. 
"Let's skip my facial tonight okay?"

   "You must be in agony to ask that.  Ready to confess anything?  Weaver
rough you up?"

   "I told you no."

   "Then who was he?"

   "Who knows?" She rolled her eyes, "Not like I asked names."

   "More than one?  Weaver's band?"

   "Oh hell no!  No way am I doing anything with Wayne and Garth."

   "Good!  Recalling Wayne's World I think of Tia Carrere, she reminds me
way too much of Yushea.  I avoid partying on like the plague now."

   "Funny man.  Quick favor so I don't have to call for help?"

   "No time!  Gotta shower and meet Nick.  You're tough."

   "Fuck you Tom!" She watches him slip behind her and head into his
bedroom.  Unable to move at the moment she grew whiney, "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!"
Hearing her exaggeration Zach grinned and removed his clothes in prep of
showering, gathering his laundry into a basket.  Carrying the full basket
from his room he stopped behind her.

   "Carry this to the door for Petra, she's going to do my laundry."

   "I can barely move Tom."

   "You do what I ask, I'll help you out."

   "Why are you torturing me.  I'm your baby." She pouted.

   "If you really were my kid I'd send you to your room for a month.  Do
it!"

   "Fuck!" She grits her teeth miserably and hobbles just to turn around.
Taking his basket she limps very slowly through the apartment.  Seeing how
red her inner thighs were he shook his head.  He found just how red when
she struggled to bend over and set his basket on the carpet.  Even her clam
was on fire.  Palming the door she hissed in agony.  In just that moment
the door opened up on her and pushed her backwards.  In her unsteady stance
Heidi fell back on to the floor crying.  "WHAT THE FUCK?"

   Ducking her head inside Petra Monahan cringed in expression.  "Oops! 
Sorry." She quickly reached for the basket of clothes and drug it out into
the hall and shut the door.

   "I don't need to see any more red.  Dammit!" Heidi wept laying there. 
Moving over her Zach hovered directly above her face, his dick dangling
down over her.  "Rub cream on my butthole Tom."

   Without another word Zach carefully repositioned and delicately picked
her up as if on their honeymoon, carrying her into his own bedroom rather
than laying her on the futon so low to the floor.  "Easier for you to get
up when you need to.  Camp out in my bed tonight."

   "Not sleeping with you Tom."

   "Shut the fuck up Baker.  I'm doing you a solid." He then left her
laying on her back while he ventured into her bedroom for all of her
necessities, cell, ointments, painkillers, etc.  "Roll over."

   "I can't." She pouted heavily.

   "Christ!" He looks at her pussy cautiously pulling her legs wider for a
better inspection.  "You should see a doctor."

   "Nooo!  You're my doctor."

   "Knock it off Dove, that's some serious raw there." He decides to grab a
towel from the bathroom and return with something else.  A bottle of baby
powder.  Laying the towel on his blanket to protect getting powder on it he
ever so tenderly sprinkled powder over the extremity of emblazoned flesh.

   "You never did that when I was a baby.  It's nice to know you can Man Up
now that I'm all grown up."

   "HAHA!  We really should stop this whole daddy daughter lie Heidi."

   "Why?  It's fun to taunt you."

   "Oh yeah?" He pressed a finger up inside her pussy making her scream. 
She shut up fast.  "This will help.  If you're not better by the day after
tomorrow I'm hauling you to a doctor's office."

   "No insurance.  Why do you think I'm suffering?"

   "Where did you get the painkillers?"

   "Kyndall.  I begged her to, so don't give her grief." He begins applying
ointment to her butt pucker.  "Please don't put your finger up there too. I
might piss on you."

   "Kyndall huh?  You two chums now?"

   "I called Khloe to see if Walter had anything but she refused to steal
from him.  She suggested Kyndall might help.  Did you know they have
another...sister?"

   "I heard rumblings.  Kendra I think."

   "Yep!" She tried not to laugh knowing Kendra was transgender.  She
wanted him to be shocked if he had all three members of the KKK in bed at
once, not funny but she thought it in her evil little mind.  Khloe,
Kyndall, and Kendra!  Zach would likely strip the sheets off of his bed
anyway.

   "Done!  Get some rest.  I need to get ready."

   "Tom?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Read me a bedtime story."

   "Sure!  Once upon a time there was a Big Ole' Guy with a huge cock that
didn't care what..."

   "STOP!  Go away." She giggled, "Please don't get hard!  Please don't get
hard."

   Not on Zach's agenda, that was his cue to get showered.  A fast ten
minutes he returned dried off and fresh.  He found Heidi snoring on her
belly.  Eying her beauty he sighed, "What are you doing to yourself Kid?"
Getting dressed up a bit he looked dashing.  Cologne on he got ready to
leave when he snapped one last look Heidi's way.  Strangely, he found
himself lured back to cover her up with the other half of his blanket. 
Kissing the top of her head he whispered, "Sweet dreams Princess."

   "Night Daddy." He heard her mumble.  Yeah...too close for comfort.  Zach
headed out.

   ********

   Wet Willy's Pub...not the finest Sports bar in Seattle but usually
hopping...after hours even more...come on, it was a pickup place.

   "About fucking time." Nick Riley yelled across the bar as Zach Pedigo
found his way through the crowd of drinking patrons.  Hot girls everywhere
usually meant three guys to every girl.  Tonight the ratio was only two to
one.  Sadly only one in ten was gonna get laid.  Then again...Zach was
enjoying a large number of ladies checking out his arrival.

   "Sorry I'm a little late my bike's sputtering.  I hope I get home later.
Might wanna wait and follow me just in case." Zach joined him at his table
near the dartboards.  Nick turning side saddle in his seat peers out at the
patrons and takes notes on just how much his buddy was drawing attention
their way.  Since their night with Iris and finding out his old friend was
quite the womanizer he was determined to understand why and how he had
changed so much.  Bad enough his fiancÃ(C)e wanted Zach as her Master even
though still agreeing to marry Nick the processing of it all was hard to
swallow.  He could tell Iris worshipped him, but on the flipside she
worshipped Zach too.  Only in a different kind of way.  "Will you look at
all that pussy squirming in their seats since you crossed the room?"

   "I saw!" A waitress made her way to Zach as he took his outer shirt off
in favor of a black wife beater.  Even as she waited on him to drag his
pullover from his body she checked out his muscles and flared her eyes. 
Nick was observing her closely.  "He'll take a bottle of Bud, you can spin
it with him when it's empty." He chuckled.  She barely heard Nick at all in
her mesmerized state.  Realizing it, Nick hissed and rolled his eyes.

   "Can I serve you?  My name is Jodi.  I mean I'm here to serve you." She
rambled.  Blushing she had to hide her face behind her fingers, "Sorry! 
What can I get you?"

   "What he said." Zach pointed at Nick, "Start listening to the boss." He
then winked at her.  Fidgeting she decided to look at Nick expecting a
repeat order.

   "Give him a Screaming Orgasm.  Every other girl does." Nick laughed. 
Jodi smirked then returned her sheepish gaze toward Zach who sat down and
slouched.

   "Is that really what you want?" She nibbled her lip.  Jodi thinking to
herself, "Gladly!"

   "Bottle of Bud!  We can spin it after you get off later." Zach used
Nick's earlier comment.

   "Mmmm!  I'm off at 2:30." Her reaction made Nick shake his head, he
wasn't even in the bar as far as she was concerned.  Zach fluttering his
knuckles for her to go away made the adorable tattooed brunette in pigtails
scamper off smiling.  Spin the bottle sounded fun if he fucked her after
hours.  She would be hopeful the rest of the night.  Wet beneath her mini
skirt too.

   "That shit is just insane Z.  She didn't hear a word I said but followed
every fucking syllable you uttered."

   "Women like a guy in control.  Ask Iris."

   "Don't remind me.  I'm still coming to terms that I'm letting her serve
you."

   "Tell me why."

   "Why?  Because I love Iris."

   "She loves me more."

   "Fuck you Pedigo."

   "Nico you'll understand as time goes on.  She's going to make you a good
wife, just give her a lil' room."

   "How many guys are in that room." Nick shook his head trying not to
laugh at himself.

   "Better get used to that.  She wants that option of tight quarters. 
Just relax and breath Buddy.  I won't fail you we have too much history you
and I.  Would you rather lose her over not letting her be her?"

   "Not particularly.  It's just sinking in a slower than I'd like."

   "From what I'm getting she prefers things sinking in pretty hard." Zach
rubbed it in playfully as Jodie returned with his beer.  Nick didn't bother
to offer a harsh banter back as cute Jodi rested his beer on a coaster. 
With Nick wagging his empty bottle at her she frowned, "Couldn't have said
you needed a refill before she went to get mine?  You're a douche Riley. 
Isn't he a dick Jodi?" Zach winked at the girl.  "He's buying by the way."

   "I know right?" She nodded and sneered at Nick.  "I'll be back Dick."
She giggled then repeated her journey for the bar.  Seeing Nick set his
empty bottle aside Zach retrieved it and began tearing the label off to
kill time.

   "I know that look in your eye Z.  What are you planning?"

   "Watch and learn." Zach sighed.

   Out on a tiny dance floor girls flocked to an incoming song over the
speakers.  Being in an 80's mood the song playing was Pour Some Sugar on Me
by Def Leppard.  It was a timeless song for hormonal energy.  With more
girls than men on the dance floor it seemed the appropriate time for the
ladies to stir up the lust in the men around them.  Pick up bar remember?

   With Zach and Nick's table directly next to the floor, numerous young
hotties in extremely short dresses horded close to them offering a vibe of,
"Look at me." Zach ignored them even as Nick couldn't resist.  Noting his
friends attention span Zach chuckled, "If you stop drooling, they'll try
harder."

   Nick winced at him with a sigh and turned away from eying the clustering
young ladies.  Sure enough a batch of four college level cuties moved in
closer to gyrate their hips and go out of their way to be noticed.  Zach
finished peeling the bottle's label and looked up just as Jodi returned.

   Resting Nick's beer in front of him she noticed Zach laying the empty
bottle on it's side.  "Spin it." He motioned to Jodi.  Eyes hesitant she
smiles.

   "If it lands on you, can I suggest you take your tank off?"

   "I'll agree to that." Zach returned to his slouch.

   "What if it lands on me?" Nick laughed.

   "Then she can pour your beer over your lap to cool yourself off." Zach
winks at her.

   "Now I'm liking this.  And, if it lands on me?" She grew edgy in a
playful way.

   "Then you remove your G-string and give it to Nick there to keep."

   "What?  You don't want...wait!  What if I'm not wearing a...yeah, I'm
wearing a G." She blushed.  "You don't want it?"

   "Nope!  I have better ideas for the next spin."

   "Mmmm!  Okay, I'm in." She bent at the knee just enough to hold her
serving tray and spin the bottle.  All eyes on it, it landed on Zach. 
"YES!" She bubbled dancing in step, "Take it off."

   "Man of my word." Zach stood tall and swiftly removed his wife beater
and showed off his amazing musculature, his abs tight and rippling.  Jodi
nearly fainted.  Laying it on her tray he said, "You're now the proud owner
of something of mine."

   Women dancing just behind Jodi grew envious at the Spin the Bottle act
and closed in around her, "We wanna play." A giddy young blond with green
eyes, wearing a stretchy mini dress of yellow infiltrated their presence.

   "What do you have to lose?" Zach eyed her with a grin.  Jodi suddenly
felt like chopped liver.  "You're not wearing panties." She bulged her eyes
with a vivid grin.

   "You been peeping?' The blond giggled.  Her friend a redhead nodded
smirking to confirm he was accurate.  Nick just sat back in awe and swigged
his beer.

   "Certainly not her virginity." The redhead added razzing her friend.

   "Nothing to lose, no reason to spin." Zach eluded to failure on her
part. The blond winced at him then peered around her at the bar.

   "I'll lose my dress in private."

   "Nope!  Right out in the open." The redhead flared her eyes at Zach then
folded her arms over her healthy chest at not only how ballsy he was, but
that she knew her friend would consider it.  Nipples cresting at his
insinuation she might actually agree the redhead nervously eyed her.

   "Sabrina?  I fucking dare you."

   "Fuck!" Sabrina Tooney gnashed her teeth, "Deal!  But if it lands on you
I get your pants."

   "Fair enough." Zach didn't even seem worried, Nick was doing that for
him.

   "Hold on!" Jodi looked leery, "I don't want anyone kicked out."

   "You go tell Willamina that Zach Pedigo's playing for keeps."

   "You know the Owner?" Jodi seemed impressed.

   "He does." Zach nodded at Nick.  "Tell her she can keep my boxers if it
gets that far."

   "Holy crap!" Sabrina fanned herself, her other friends moving in to call
her crazy.  Jodi shrugged and left the group to speak with the bar owner
Willamina Stone.  While waiting introductions were offered, "I'm Sabrina,
this is Kirsten, Dolly, and Mona." Zach merely grinned at the ladies.  Mona
was easy enough to figure out, with a well toned body she obviously worked
out quite a bit.  Brunette hair pinned up into a bun she looked as if the
one less into this game, yet Zach found her intriguing.  Dolly also
brunette, her hair in a bob, short but stylish was a tanning nut, her
complexion dark but sexy.  All in similar dresses.  The redhead Kirsten had
amazing green eyes and 38D's.  The other three beauties roughly 36C.

   "I'm Nick...he's Master." Nick felt like mocking his friend.

   "Ooooo!" The quartet seemed intrigued, "Kinky man." Dolly winked at Zach
who nurtured his beer while eying the bar where he could see Jodi pulling
aside a 40 year old with a curly mane of dirty blond hair.  As busty as
Kirsten, the bartender slash owner peered through the crowd to see their
table.  Zach toasted her his bottle from the distance as Nick joined him
out of respect.

   Leaving the bar Willamina wearing a cut off t-shirt sponsoring a vintage
Bon Jovi concert in her youth that said Slippery When Wet made her way
toward them.  Jodi forced to take care of other tables had relinquished
Zach's wife beater to her.  Carrying it over her shoulder like a bar towel
Willamina scowled at the boys until reaching them.  Balling up Zach's tank
she sniffed it once then hurled it at him.  Catching it Zach laughed.

   "You can stay.  Nicky has to go."

   "Wait!  What?" Nick winced.

   "You ladies' don't want this guy.  Dinky dick maybe two inches."

   "Oh, you're harsh.  No worse than you having a dick." He flipped her off
then leered to the ladies offering a measure of eight inches to prove how
wrong Willamina was.  Shaking her head Willamina cracks up laughing and
eases into Nick's lap, an arm over his shoulder.

   "You love my dick Nicky.  Especially when I ram it up your ass."

   Zach nodded at the girls, "It's true." They each had a varying response
of giggles, Mona more of a poised brow of uncertainty as to what was even
happening.  Regardless her eyes were all about Zach's broad shoulders and
six pack abs.  If nothing else she would have been happy just talking
workout routines.

   Sabrina and Dolly were the bubbly duo flirting with Zach to the point of
whispering to one another what they wanted to do to him.  With exceptional
hearing Zach heard that word Master muttered between them.  A good sign he
was on the right track with his decision making.  Kirsten was more
intrigued with Willamina even knowing these two gentlemen.

   "What the fuck ever." Nick offered a defeated look.  A kick under the
table by Zach made him liven back up.  "...and I'm back bigger than ever."

   "Been awhile Nicky." Willamina changed her tone hugging him a tad more
tighter than she had already.  Leaning in to whisper, "Heard you got
engaged.  Darn!  I was hoping to be the next Mrs.  Riley and well...live
the life of Riley."

   "You always were after my money Willy.  Sorry if Zach there is creating
a scene."

   "Are you kidding me?  That man can do whatever he want as long as I get
to lick every muscle on that gorgeous body."

   "Seriously?  How's come you never used to chase after him?"

   "You don't know everything Handsome." She smirked, "While I've never
spoke up before now it doesn't mean I don't look.  He doesn't come in much
these days so I'm making up for lost time."

   "Huh!  Learn something nude every day.  You know if you let him he's
going to play Spin the Bottle right here until everyone loses their
clothes, right?"

   "Sounds fun." She pats his cheek then turns her attention to Zach,
"What's on your mind Handsome Zach?"

   "Livening up this bar of yours.  Where the hell is everyone?  Last time
I was here the body count was capacity plus."

   "I think the crowd is saving up for the grand opening of Sam's club."
Even she knew Zach's arch enemy.

   "Their loss." Zach bit his tongue on putting Sam down even though he was
bitter over he and his ex-wife Yushea.  Better not to ruin the momentum of
what he was building with the ladies.  Too much agitation might turn them
off.  "Give Jodi back my shirt she earned it fair and share."

   "Don't you mean square?"

   "Nope!  I know you two will share it later." He laughed.

   "Wear it maybe." She tugged her cut off making her titties jiggle in her
toying with it.

   "It'd look good on ya."

   "So would you." She winked.

   "Pool table after hours?" He dared to suggest.  To his right Sabrina
raised her hand offering to be Willamina's replacement should she pass up
the offer.  Zach grinned at Sabrina, "Always room for three." Sabrina
pumped her fist giggling, "So in."

   "That would make two of us." He patted his crotch.  Her friends opted to
spread out around their table and ask if they could join them before
actually taking a seat.  Dolly sat to Zach's left hardly hiding her skirt's
opened view of her G-string tightening up into her labia, sopping wet and
begging to be noticed.  He spotted it but for the most part played it cool.
Just knowing he peeked made her begin rubbing her right leg sensually.

   "Spin the Bottle, eh?" Willamina removed her arm from Nick's shoulder
and repositioned to sit on his left knee only, Nick enjoyed a healthy butt
crack under her low riding jean shorts.  Reaching across the table she
pinched the bottle on its side, "One round before I have to go back to
work?"

   "All in?" Zach looked to the ladies.  Every one of them grit their
teeth, they really didn't have much on to lose.  Caving to his allure they
agreed.

   "Fun!  Fun!" Willy winked, "Here's my proposition.  If it lands on Zach
there he wears my shirt and I wear his."

   "Won't fit me Willy." He chuckled.

   "You think I don't know that Tom Hardy?" Hearing her reference to the
actor Heidi Baker had been calling him since the day she moved in made him
picture the girl laying in his bed laid up from a bad night of sex with
somebody, but refusing to talk about it.  For now apparent reason he
shrugged.

   "My condition..." He counters, "...seeing as it's quiet in here outside
of down on their luck Fella's wishing for some action."

   "Down on their luck ladies included." Kirsten interrupted.

   "Don't you worry Red." Zach winked, "That's gonna change.  So are you if
she agrees."

   "Excuse me?" Kirsten blushes.

   "Wait your turn Riding Hood."

   "Riding you I hope."

   "Ah ah ah!  Keep interrupting me the Wolf's clothing won't come off any
faster." Sabrina quickly palmed her friends mouth and howled like a wolf
laughing.  Zach returned his gaze to Willy.  "If you wear my shirt tonight
that's all you wear."

   "Hard bargain Hockey Stick." Willy recalled his enjoyment of Hockey in
talks past.  "You're just lucky I'm horny and on good terms with the local
PoPo."

   "Makes this even better don't it Corner Pocket?" He pointed at the pool
table guiding her interest like a beacon.

   "After hours promise?  Me and you on that table?"

   "Done!" He offers a handshake that she graciously accepted.  Nick was
just amazed by Zach's confidence level.

   "Squeal!" She polished off their promise.  "I spin."

   "They sin." He waves a finger to the ladies, in a fly by shooting.

   "Wait!" Mona winced, "What are we doing again?"

   "Whatever Master wants us to do.  Quiet over there." Sabrina giggled.

   "Master?" She scowls then shakes her head, her frown becoming a grin. 
Once her eyes stopped rolling she glanced at Zach just staring at her with
a cold expression.  Shivering at his delivery she found her nipples peaking
right before his eyes.

   "Spin the bottle Willy." He directed the establishment owner.  Shaking
her own head she went ahead and did it, then stopped it mid whirl.

   "What if it lands on anyone other than you or I?"

   "Whomever it lands on gives me a lap dance, but..." The girls easily
perked up at the invitation.  "She has to point at one of her friends, her
choice and that person gives my boy Nick a lap dance.  Duration of one song
of Willy's choice."

   "Rock on." Willy puckered in agreement.  "Let's get this going I gotta
do my job.  My new girl at the bar is wet behind the ears.  Mixedupology if
you get my drift."

   "Rock hard." Sabrina coyly points at Zach's bulging jeans.

   "Spin cycle!" Zach motioned and guzzled his beer, casually landing his
free hand on Dolly's knee.  Wiggling his index finger while she glanced at
his sudden intrusion she flared her eyes and spread her thighs for a better
view.  This was fun.

   Willy sent the bottle spinning, it's slowing velocity teetering to land
between Nick and Willy herself.  Strangely the ladies pouted as one.  Nick
feeling bold reached over to the bottle and flicked it enough to land on
Willy.  "Closer to you."

   "That was then.  this is now Rockstar Riley." Willy laughed, "Swap
shirts Puck Boy." In hearing it Zach hurled his tank at her.  Catching it
Willamina sighed loudly then stood up giving Nick feeling back in his leg.
Peering around at the patrons of her bar knowing how their eyes were
focused on the gathering she took a deep breath then pulled her concert
t-shirt off and let her stunning and still gravity defying tits flop out
and dance.  The ladies were in awe of her boldness, each of them worried of
their own bravado should the time come.

   Tossing Zach her shirt he caught it and watched Willy slip his wife
beater on.  With her chest being large the shirt hugged her hips but
wouldn't go lower than pube level unless she pulled it down and held it
firm.  Doing that her tits were dangerously susceptible of falling out the
cleavage of the tank.  Jean shorts still on she showed off.  Hearing others
out in the crowd whistling at her she did a 360 just for shits and wiggles.

   While attention was elsewhere Zach tried to put on Willy's shirt but
couldn't get both arms in so just removed his covered arm and left it a
scarf around his neck.  Nick just shook his head and finished his beer. 
Good times!

   "Forgetting something Will U Are?" Zach drew her attention back. 
Sighing with a sneer Willamina unfastened her shorts and dropped them to
her sandaled feet stepping out of them to more applause.

   "Leaving my G on.  I can barely cover my coochie now." She tugs it low
then gives up, "You losing your pants?"

   "If you're keeping your G I'm keeping my boxers."

   "After hours still happening?" She wanted confirmation.

   "I break!"

   "Damn Zach!" Willy fanned herself, "Keep him worked up for me ladies."
She then leers back at Nick who tugged on her G-string snapping it to get
her attention.

   "Couples match?"

   "Naaa!  Cheater!" She razzed him for being engaged but still leaned down
and pecked him on the cheek.  Wolf calls of, "Hey Bartender!" behind her
made Willy shake her butt, "Drinks on me."

   "Body shots?" Nick chuckled.

   "My belly button is the only pot hole you get Nicky."

   "In a rut as always." He scowled, then peered at the ladies, "She's just
lucky I fill in those pot holes with my glue gun." He pats his own crotch
to zero interest.  All eyes were on Zach.

   "SPIN!"

   On Zach's command Sabrina took it upon herself to lean over the table
and share her cleavage in twirling the bottle.  All eyes on the Budwizzer
bottle circling menacingly it slowed down, the neck pointed straight at
Dolly.  Eyes bulging she grew excitable, standing up quickly to claim her
prize.  In doing so she lost Zach's hand on her knee which made him shake
his head at her.  Realizing she basically pushed him away she pouted,
"Crap! Sorry Zach."

   "I bet you are.  Choose your dance partner."

   "You?" She crossed her fingers continuing to pout in case she offended
him.

   "Not wearing that slingshot you aren't." He scowled.  With a hiss she
lifted her stretchy dress and slithered her G-string from her hips down to
her ankles.  Guys sitting behind them getting a perfect view of her glossy
clam.  Lifting it triumphantly she whipped it around her head like a
stripper.  Her girlfriends whooping it up with her.

   Offering it toward Zach he lifted a palm refusing it, "Naaa!  But, those
fellas back there seem to like it." Leering sheepishly over her shoulder
she realized just how cute her neighbors were, still her goal was Zach. 
Taking his hint she seductively strutted toward them, playfully making her
way from one man, then over to his buddy, placing her panties up to their
nose for a sweet scent.  She then stood erect lifting it over the table at
eye level before opening her fingers and letting it drop to their table.  A
tug of war to own them ensued.  She loved their greedy lust as she scurried
back to Zach.

   "May I offer you a lap dance Sir?" She played on the Master angle hoping
to reel him back in.  Zach hearing her pondered it then paused her with a
finger, "Choose your dance partner." She realized he wasn't referring to
him recalling the deal earlier of having to appoint a friend to lap dance
over Nick.  Without haste she pointed at Sabrina, she knew the girl just
wanted to have fun.

   Bubbly Sabrina shuffled toward Nick and threw her left leg over his to
straddle him, turning his brimmed hat around while shaking her shoulders
from side to side.  Nick facing toward the dance floor allowed onlookers to
see her butt cheeks peeking from beneath her skirt.  She truly didn't care
who saw them.

   Music cueing up from behind the bar at the service of DJ Willy, cracking
up at her choice it was a slow build tune of AC/DC's The Jack.  Laughter
erupted in the bar as Zach turned his chair so that Dolly had her back
toward her panty raiders.  She too in crawling into Zach's lap found her
butt hanging out to the rejoice of many.  Dolly was nervous to say the
least until Zach took her arms and put them around his neck.  "Get into it
or get off."

   "I'd rather get you off." She sighed smiling, "My first lap dance ever."

   "What did I just say?" He winked at her.  As the song progressed through
Angus Young's musical dialogue the girls seductively gyrated in their
loveseats.  Sabrina was stripper quality as it was, so she had Nick's dick
primed in seconds.  Neither wearing underwear their labia's found it
stimulating to mold around their concealed erections, both well defined to
enable a smooth grazing.  The friction made both women moan.

   At the chorus of the song where Angus quoted, "She's got the Jack..."
Willy used her PA mic to change the word Jack to Zach.  The bar loved her
goofiness.  Lifting their bottoms both women hopped up and down on their
thrones, each time their dresses riding higher until both girls mooned the
crowd.

   Sabrina went so far as to peel her dress straps over her shoulders clear
down to her biceps to reveal more cleavage, wanting her hops to make her
tits bounce along for the ride.  Nick certainly enjoyed her recital.

   Not wanting to feel left out Kirsten joined Sabrina, moving behind Nick
and using her own chest by surrounding his neckline.  Nick was liking his
head rest peripherally seeing nipples punching out to both sides of his
profiles.

   Mona merely moved behind Zach and offered a massage to his bare
shoulders, Willy's shirt nudged out of her way in order to squeeze harder.
He ignored her at first then lifted his arms over his head to draw Mona
closer, fingers clutching her own dress straps.  Without permission he
lowered her straps over her shoulders then pulled her closer to him, her
hands still rubbing.  Before she realized it Zach had both of his hands
surrounding her neck like a collar.  Eyes bulging Mona Franklin found
herself held captive.  Normally she might show more restraint but today she
was the one restrained.

   At the end of the song where the chant took over repeatedly speaking,
"She's got the Jack.  Jack!  Jack!" the whole bar changed it to "Zach! 
Zach!  Zach!" without Willy's verbal intervention.  He had to grin.

   Song ending the ladies pouted.  Dolly wanted to go another round feeling
more confident in her abilities.  Mona suddenly afraid to offend Zach by
asking for her freedom merely continued massaging him.  Across the table
Sabrina hopped off of Nick but pinched his cheek smiling.  Twirling to see
Zach keeping both girls captive as another song started with more AC/DC,
this time the song Dirty Deed's Done Dirt Cheap.

   "Reverse cowgirl." Zach prompted Dolly.

   "Oh shit!" She busted up laughing, "I can't keep my skirt down now
without..." His expression made her look up at Mona and shrug, "What the
hell."

   Easing off his lap she stood only long enough to turn around, flutter
fingers at her panty keepers then sit back on Zach's tentpole.  Slightly
embarrassed in exposing her pussy to the world, the feel on Zach's monster
fold rubbing along her ass gave her enough boldness to forgive herself. 
While yes she enjoyed some teasing this was quickly becoming far more
exhibiting than she was used to.

   As she grew more comfy in her ride she found the men holding her panties
a nice focus to gage their lust for her.  The whole duration of the song
she snuggled back on Zach and reached up behind her to caress Mona's cheek
while Zach maintained his human collar over her.  Mona was finding it
disturbing yet erotic all the same.  Knowing her own skirt was well above
her cheek line in back she just swayed to the music and tried to overcome
her own fears.  Why was Zach doing this to her?

   Kirsten replaced Sabrina in Nick's lap just to keep him company, almost
feeling sorry for him.  While not performing reverse like Dolly she still
enjoyed the thick cock gliding across her inner thigh.  Her chest crushing
together gave Nick plenty to ogle as he held her hips.

   Folks out on the dance floor were filtering closer and closer to get a
better look at the fun.  Guys less fortunate earlier were suddenly
discovering interest from other women turned on by the lap dancing hot
chicks.  Before long the whole bar became obsessed with adult hijinks that
bordered on risque acts of fondling and gyrating up on their chosen
targets. Very few were left out but sadly there were some.  Such was life.

   By the end of Dirty Deeds the music stalled to make the heat in the room
cool down.  Willamina worried that a mass orgy might befall the bar. 
Letting Zach and Nick get away with things was one thing but the entire
bar? She felt a timeout period was necessary.  Sending her waitress Jodi to
their table with fresh drinks was a good start.  Not knowing exactly what
the quartet were drinking Willy just sent Screaming Orgasms just for
laughs. The girls each claimed those.

   Dolly didn't want to leave Zach but his interest seemed more into Mona
at the moment so she just kissed his neckline, avoiding the shirt scarf,
and got off his lap.  Winking at Dolly he did say, "Don't go far." That
alone made her heart race.

   Releasing his human collar he let Mona stand up straight and pull her
skirt down.  Fanning herself at his interesting way of hitting on her, Mona
greedily took one of the drinks.  Before the waitress could take her leave
Zach reached out and grabbed her wrist drawing Jodi back to him, sitting
her down sideways in his lap.  Whispering something into her ear made her
smile and whisper back.  The girls were getting jealous but thankfully
their orgasms were smooth.  With a pat to Jodi's hip the girl crawled away
back to the bar.

   At the bar Jodi relayed Zach's message to Willamina in just two words.
"Hey Willamina?  Zach told me to tell you...BATCH ALLURE."

   "Bachelor?  Ahhh hell!  There goes my liquor license."

   The party was just getting started.

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   Back at Zach's apartment building Petra Monahan sat on the building's
washing machine taking selfies in the nude.  Having finished her own load
and returning them to her apartment before sinking her fingers into Zach's
load she was all his now, Jay gone home long ago.  Alone and giddy at the
spin cycle's rumbling torment she sent the pics to Zach's cell then
fingered herself until the machine died off.  Cumming hard she hopped down
and stretched.  Remaining naked she unloaded the dryer and started folding
Zach's laundry.  At his boxers she inhaled deep craving what she knew they
hid away when worn.  "God that man makes me crazy."

   Switching the wet clothes over to the dryer she received a text back
from Zach while he was using the restroom.  "When my clothes are done carry
them to my apartment totally nude.  Pics to prove it.  Learn to like being
seen.  Check on the kid for me.  I left our door unlocked so take my
clothes on in and put them away.  Keep the boxer's you been snorting." She
giggled wondering if he was psychic.  "Sleep in my bed with Heidi tonight.
Thinking she needs a friend right now."

   "Sleep with her?" She mistook the message.  Texting back he corrected
her into just staying the night to keep an eye on Heidi in her agony. 
"First I'm his housekeeper, now I'm a babysitter.  What's next?  Better be
your lover Buddy." She giggled.  Texting back one last time she said, "I
live to serve you Big Guy."

   "I'll be the judge of that." His reply.

   "Uggggggh!" She sighed with a deafening exhale, "Crazy I say."

   So crazy she wore his boxers on her head like a hat.  Thirty minutes
later Petra proudly marched upstairs nude covered only by a laundry basket
and his plaid colored hat.  With each step taken she recited, "Please don't
let Herman see me.  Please don't let Herman see me." She had to pass her
own apartment, her roommate Herman was home.

   Invading Zach's apartment without running into a single resident she
quietly moved into his bedroom.  Finding Heidi Baker nude on his blankets
she realized the bruises and hickies all across her body.

   "Oh man!  What's up with that?"

   Hanging up his laundry and filing away what needed to be put into his
dresser, she put her own stashed clothing over a chair in their living
room. Not tired she simply sat down with his boxers.  Not expecting a text
she jumped at the ringtone.  Opening it Zach asked, "Hallway pics?"

   "Fuck!  I forgot." She gnashed her teeth, "I can't let him down."
Hopping back up she cautiously stepped back out into the hallway and
hurried to the staircase continually praying her roommate didn't step out
and catch her.  At 8:45 he was likely still awake.  Hell most everyone that
lived in their building was still up.

   Deciding to make a video instead she stretched her arm as far as it
could go to record herself in transit.  "Sorry I took so long.  I couldn't
carry your basket and take pics at the same time.  I hope this video makes
up for it.  I put your clothes away first and checked on Heidi, she's out
cold on your bed." She pans her camera over her body at every angle, front
and back as she danced in her hallway trying to look sexy for him.  "Notice
I'm wearing your boxers on my head?" She giggled.  "I like keeping you near
me.  I'm not certain what you want so I'm going to improvise."

   Moving from wall to wall like an erotic pinball she playfully touched
herself all over.  She even went so far as to lay in the middle of the
hallway and finger her pussy, then her ass.  Tasting herself she offered
him a sample but of course he was at the bar, she was there.

   Moving to her hands and knees she fingered herself some more doing her
best to capture impossible angles.  In her predicament she heard a door
open to her right.  Shocked by the sudden noise she looked over to see her
neighbor Bob whom she had screwed the day she first set eyes on Zach just
to try and get his notice.

   "What are you doing?" Bob chuckled.  His buddy Jay had already told her
of her insanity.

   "Taking video for someone.  Care to be my cameraman?" She sat up
giggling.

   "Can I be in it?"

   "Okay!" She did a quick closeup of her face, her camera still recording.
"Bob found me.  He's going to watch me play for you.  Here's Bob." She
handed him her cell, Bob shining it on himself and chuckling, "Take 24."

   Recording her she went back to ass in the air and using both hands to
finger her pussy and her ass at the same time.  Bob was mumbling things
like, "Pout Baby Pout!" and, "I remember those holes." So did she.  Petra
Monahan followed through until she came on video.  Uncertain what to do
next she just hopped up and reclaimed her cell.  Still recording she
started to say goodbye, when Bob snatched her up and tossed her over his
shoulder in a loud shrill squeal.  Taking her into his and Jay's apartment
he slammed the door.

   Hearing the loud disturbance Petra's roommate Herman opened their
apartment door looking around.  He swore he had heard Petra but she was no
where in sight.  Shrugging he went back inside.

   Delivering that video was going to be delayed.  Bob and his own roommate
Jay recorded having hard rough sex with her.  She had no say in the matter.

   Zach was busy too...

   It could wait.




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