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    The Pussy Club

    Story written on May 11, 2014 by Blackbird.
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    She perks up as expected. She quickly puts the bowls down in the sink and returns. ”What? Of course, I’m interested.” I intercept her in the kitchen and tap her arm to follow me outside to the pool. ”You’re pretty devious aren’t you? At times almost without a conscience is my guess.” Helena blanches at my

    She perks up as expected. She quickly puts the bowls down in the sink and returns. ”What? Of course, I’m interested.” I intercept her in the kitchen and tap her arm to follow me outside to the pool.

    ”You’re pretty devious aren’t you? At times almost without a conscience is my guess.”

    Helena blanches at my description, ”Okay, at my very, very worst.” She crosses her arms and watches me.

    I point toward the darkened house next door. ”At some point we may have to do something about, Jenny.”

    Bette’s Bedroom – Later

    God, it feels good to lie down and hear no sounds. But that actually isn’t true. There are plenty of them. The crickets outside, the jet far over head in the distance, a motorcycle whining by. Then quiet but not silence. I think about Jodie as I stare at the ceiling. She’s interesting. I don’t know, I can’t really see it.

    I roll over onto my stomach. I’m pleasantly full of ice cream. My arms stretch out like wings across the sheets. I liked that the dancer couldn’t touch me. It’s so much better that way.

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    My right hand moves down to find myself mostly out of comfort not thinking one way or another, just looking for pleasure and finding it right there.  I do like lying on top of women spread eagle like this. Holding them down, their backs against my stomach. So far. No escapes. The thought makes me happy. I slip my fingers inside myself. That feels nice.

    Finally, Barbara had gotten over her need to be taken down a notch or two along her sexual power trip with me. That feels good. Barbara seemed everlasting and then she was gone. My mind brings her back. She had become younger the more we had sex. Unveiling and shedding and even some unraveling. I’m still not sure why she chose me to do all that with. Probably, because like Tina she knew: I like it sometimes when women beat against me. Especially the way they act when they’re through.

    In our brief time together Barbara had surprised me in several interesting ways. But when her antics were nearly over early that Saturday morning I’d pushed her down on her on stomach and fucked her like a panther. I can definitely go somewhere thinking about that…

     

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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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