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    The Pussy Club

    Story written on May 11, 2014 by Blackbird.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=85471
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    ”What?” Helena exclaims her attention snapping over to me. ”A root beer float. That’s what you want?” The dark haired lovely asks. ”Yes. I want sugar and something cold in my mouth and I want you to come back and dance for me.” The waitress’ breasts bob at my eye level. ”You ladies know the

    ”What?” Helena exclaims her attention snapping over to me.

    ”A root beer float. That’s what you want?” The dark haired lovely asks.

    ”Yes. I want sugar and something cold in my mouth and I want you to come back and dance for me.”

    The waitress’ breasts bob at my eye level. ”You ladies know the rules for the dances?”

    Helena barks a laugh. ”God, we just left the most stuffed shirt party to come here to get our jollies and you’re going to talk to us about rules?”

    ”Where’re you from? Australia?” The waitress asks and I stifle a laugh. The accents couldn’t be more different.

    ”Sussex. Look, I think we got it. No touching and what? Twenty five a dance plus tip?” Helena claps and unclasps her Chanel bag that I know is empty. I nod my head.

    ”We get it and I’m dying of thirst suddenly. Could you bring me my root beer?”

    ”Coming up.” She leans between us, ”If we go in the back of the club you can touch yourself.”

    Helena says, ”Come back and bring a friend. A pretty blonde around here someplace?”

    We watch the waitress leave. We relax a little. The music is loud and the dancer on the stage strips off dark silky sheer veils as she threads up and down the pole. Her moves seductive and erotic. But would any of this be if I were hearing absolutely no sound? A chill comes against my temples. The volume mutes for an instant. Without the din I can’t see how this nearly naked colorful chaos makes any sense at all.

    The sound raises back up. I look across at Helena. The maddening out of sorts superior lift and sniff with her nose is gone these days. Now she just looks hungry. We’re all so fucking human. My appetites truly amaze me and here comes my root beer float brought to me by the very pretty dark-headed young woman. She’s proving to be so much fun for me to watch.

    Helena takes a long sip of her wine as her voluptuous blonde dancer wiggles and churns inches away from her lap. Mine runs her hands through her dark hair. She blows against my ear and cheek. Her eyes I think I remember are brown.

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    2. I remember that pot-smoking scene w/Jodi and Tom. I thought when Bette inhaled the smoke that Jodi exhaled was one of the most erotic scenes I’ve seen. It was so freakin’ hot. Bette’s outspoken comments and thoughts can be attributed to her baked state. Hilarious scenes w/Helena and the strippers. Very funny and outrageous. You keep outdoing yourself, Ms. BB

    4. Helena to off Jenny for Bette – hilarious! I agree, the pot scene with Jodi was hot.
      Helena and Bette are are similar – nice to see them work thing out.

    5. It was really fun! I liked it!
      I have to admit to smoking pot scene was hot (although it would have been better if not with Jodie) I know, I know. will have to wait ;)
      the scene is like Helena and Bette… -God! :D. Bette asked her about Jenny was just sensational.
      whether, now Bette notices the signs, or later? and they will have an affair …
      I’m looking forward to the sequel.

    6. Alice’s influence as Helena’s room mate is rubbing off on her. It was hilarious seeing Bette getting her pleasure interrupted by Helena. Tina starting to wear Bette’s rings again? Bring it on BB!

    9. Does she ever talk on the phone? Of course, not. God, how does that work?

      At the time the episode was filmed, it worked with teletype devices for the deaf, abbreviated TTY or TDY. These were the same high-speed morse signals used on WW2 military teletypes, but (by 1984) available in highly portable electronic models about the size and weight of (oh how this dates me) portable typewriters – which they closely resembled. The telephone handset would be put in rubber cups where the typewriter roller would be, and messages were typed out on the keyboard, which the TTY would convert to highspeed beeping code that would be picked up by the TTY at the other end of the phone call, where the typed words would appear on one of the Times Square type moving message displays (and, on deluxe models, also printed on adding machine paper).

      That was then. Now there are desktop and laptop computers with cameras, so video-phone conversations between two people who are on-screen doing Sign Language directly with each other is possible. In fact several of my deaf friends gave up their telephone lines altogether, dumped their TTYs, and now communicate entirely over the internet with cameras.

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