Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!prodigy.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "Richard Schultz" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: New FFF: "Lenny The Bouncer" 1/1 (VOY: J/7/T)NC-17 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Lines: 340 Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 05:55:03 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1104213303 209.198.142.218 (Tue, 28 Dec 2004 00:55:03 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 00:55:03 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86398 X-Received-Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 21:55:07 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) New FFF: "Lenny The Bouncer"1/1(VOY:Janeway/7/T) NC-17 "Lenny The Bouncer" by R.Schultz( cousindream@msn.com ) Part 1/1 Series: StarTrek: Voyager Code: Seven of Nine/Janeway Pairing: F/F/F Rating: NC-17 for graphic lesbian sex. Spoilers: None.=20=20 Disclaimer: Trek-universe belongs to ViaBorgCom. I'm in Trek for=20 fun, not money. This fiction is mine under Berne Copyright Law.=20=20 November, 2004. Apx. 2,100 words long. Summary: Lenny is the muscle at the gate of "The Strip". The Pole=20 tough looking. Which quells most trouble before it starts. These=20 days he's frequently frustrated and horny. But he does score a lot=20 of gals, also.=20=20 Warning: This is TrekSmut. No one underage according to USA or=20 local law may read this fiction, nor may those whose country legally=20 declares TrekSmut something it believes you shouldn't read. Your=20 government is only making sure you don't do too much thinking. Just=20 watch the TV News instead. Posted to the Femme_Fuh-q_Fest, and will later be posted to the=20 ASCEM. May be archived, but please notify. Comments to:=20=20 cousindream@msn.com LENNY THE BOUNCER by R.Schultz We've had special gigs before this. Usually some big spender wants the joint reserved for hisself and a=20 few of his buddies. Business associates. Whoever. They come in after hours, or early, or a Sunday, and the music is=20 played at a noise level the rich guy can stand, and he and his=20 buddies get the unreserved attention of the ladies. I always call `em ladies. It's easier than other things that I=20 might accidentally say and get them riled up at me. And some of them are ladies. Just down on their luck, or paying=20 their way through college (honest!). Most of them get seduced by the (relatively) easy money, and all the=20 bullshit they get told by the guys who come in here hoping to dip=20 their wicks in one of the beautiful dancers. Eventually the dancers get a little slutty or nasty then. After all these years I can usually see the transformation taking=20 place, and it's still sad to see. I'm not stupid, just a little=20 undereducated, maybe. And I do this job so easy I've never felt=20 like changing. I'm young and lazy, I guess. Besides which, once in=20 a while one of the girls will choose me for a friendly fuck. That's=20 a strong incentive, believe me. Especially since the gals who work=20 here, even the waitresses, are high-quality females in the looks=20 department. So I'm a male pig. Big deal. A lot of the gals cope with the job, however. They separate dancing=20 naked from their essential selves. They take the words the patrons=20 blow into their ears with a laugh and 8,000 pinches of salt, and=20 just go on to tomorrow. They all get a little cold about men, though. It's too easy to make=20 men jump through hoops when you're young, cute, female and all=20 you're wearing is a G-string. The men let their little head do all=20 thinking for them, and the girls lose respect for the men. The sanest ones go schizo, sorta. Completely. Life becomes something quite apart from being a sex object, which is=20 the job. Their lives are something else. I can see them=20 turning `it' on when they walk through the door or put `it' in=20 reverse when they're walked out to their cars by me at the end of=20 shift. It's just a job to them, and their parents and partners=20 usually support their getting so much money and not getting tied up=20 with some sleaze-ball male. They don't. Which is why most of the nice ones never let me come on=20 to them. I'm a nice guy at work, but I'm in The Life just as much=20 as they are. There's The Life and there's reality. The pair don't=20 mix. There's also the lezzies, and they're another category altogether.=20=20 Mostly sweet gals, but Lord help ya if you put moves on them, or=20 their Butch thinks you're cozying up to her girl. Which brings me=20 up to tonight. It is past hours, and we've got locked doors, and I'm running the DJ=20 station (pre-selected music) with a remote, and tending bar and=20 being me. The audience are two of the lezzies. Lovers, actually. That's=20 rare, that two of the Pole Cats become real-life girlfriends in that=20 way they use the word. The special dancer tonight is something=20 extraordinary. My boss. Now, we've got the catwalk and two poles in the center of the place,=20 and most times the action goes down there. But we've also got these=20 four booths to the side. There's a lattice of wood fencing between two railings and the=20 ceiling, and it's easy for anyone to see the dancing going on in=20 the `Special Section'. The law more or less demands easy visual=20 access. And the open entry takes up more than half the distance=20 between the side walls. Wide open. Doesn't mean non-legal dancing=20 doesn't rake place. Just means they try to be a little discreet=20 about it. Four low tables are bolted to the floor, and footstands exist on=20 either side of the padded couch the customers sit on. The ladies=20 can stand on the footstands and with almost no effort wiggle their G- strings right in the gentleman's face. All the comforts. Most often I continually prowl the special=20 dancing area and keep an eye on things. In addition, the ladies all=20 have signals I can catch. For instance, a head nod might mean for me to come on in the section=20 and visually glare at the customer, as he's getting a little=20 rambunctious. Palm out, and I scan for cops and keep an eye out for anyone too=20 curious about peeping what takes place next. Which can get pretty raunchy, even if lasting for a few seconds=20 only. The lady gets a bigger tip, the customer usually sits and=20 pants and tries not to be bothered by the diamond-cutter he just=20 grew. I earn brownie points, the Club makes more money and repeat=20 customers. And besides I like looking at the tight young nude=20 female bodies. So I'm a pig in some ladies mind. Oink, oink. And there are side benefits. One blond, she'd earned a few C-notes off a customer, and I=20 suggested to her I'd shave her if she wanted. Glad to help. Not=20 one of my better lines, I admit it. But it worked. Nice sweet looking round-faced teenager. We shaved each other daily=20 for a few weeks. Side benefit in spades. Doesn't happen often. But it happens. Anyways, tonight the place was closed, and two of the Pole Cats were=20 the customers, for a change. There was Seven (no one knew her real name); she was tall, blond,=20 and built like you wouldn't believe. She could sit down in front of=20 the Pole and walk up it using her legs and thigh muscles alone. Her=20 girlfriend called her a Gymnast once. Damned tall for a Gymnast. The girlfriend was a Latina looking gal, who was actually a Southern=20 gal. Midnight hair, drawl and all. Came from Alabama, which she=20 had often joked had an education system clearly better than that of=20 Chad, Somalia and Mississippi. Seven was in her usual make-up, mini-skirt, and heels, and Belle=20 Anna was in her usual no make-up, trousers, vest, man's dress coat=20 and attitude. If I was a bettin' man, I'd lay good money down that=20 Belle Anna's the Butch, the Daddy of the pair. Both of them=20 beauties some men would kill for. And for a good tip they'd do=20 anything at all for the customers. After all, it's only some male they're pleasing. Their attitude is=20 who gives a damn about a man? Tonight I seated them in a private booth, and took their drink=20 orders, and paused on my way back to talk over the music selections=20 with the Boss. She wanted stuff she could dance to. I was surprised at a few of=20 the selections. "My Sharona" is energetic, man! Seven and Belle were sipping on their orange juices, and the music=20 began to roll. I let it start low, and build up. Like the usual dances, Janeway flounced onto the low table in her=20 gauzy halter and ocean green sarong skirt. Like any of the gals,=20 she began to dance in high heels. Most men want the Pole Cats to=20 dance in high heels. I'd presumed the Boss had been in The Life at some point, but her as=20 a Pole Cat was a new one on me. Janeway, a little older and more =96 ah =96 solid built than the usual=20 Pole Cat, was not someone I would have figgered would make a good=20 stripper, not now. She was small, and had a nice dark auburn mane=20 of hair, and sported a nice chest. Nothing like Seven had, but=20 larger than Belle Anna's. I would never toss her out of bed, mind. She'd just never appealed=20 to me as a babe before this. The music began. Hot Chocolate came on with "You Sexy Thing", and=20 Janeway got into the grind after taking her time doing so. She=20 circled and circled, and hiked her skirt up so everyone could see=20 her dark hose was held up by a dark garter belt. Flirting with=20 the "customers" and talking to them. Blowing smoke (figuratively)=20 in their ears, working hard for those extra tips. Janeway's short legs suddenly looked very good. Eventually there was a pause, and Janeway crouched on the little=20 table, her hands leaning on Seven's gorgeous long stems. Belle Anna=20 ran her fingers through some of those auburn hairs. Once Gary Numan came out with his electro-tech "Cars", the pace=20 picked up. Janeway shed her halter, and flaunted her bra covered=20 tits: almost caressing them and milking them. Belle Anna leaned=20 forward, her eyes riveted on me. Janeway nodded her head for me to=20 check for undercover cops. I automatically looked around before almost laughing at myself. The=20 place is empty. Janeway was building a fantasy. Belle Anna fondled Janeway's breasts, lifting them and massaging=20 them. Seven leaned forward and chewed on the nipples hidden behind=20 the cover of the sheer black bra. The dancing became a slow hip movement as Janeway's nipples were fed=20 into one set of jaws after another. I grew real wood watching=20 Janeway close her eyes and get lost in the feelings. A few times=20 she moaned, but I don't think she was being hurt. The skirt was lost as the music swung into "That's The Way I Like=20 It". Janeway was vigorous in her dips and circles by now, her=20 garter belt and high-thigh black panties drawing the eye. And=20 Seven's languid caresses. Lots of caresses. Seven liked to let her hands wander the buttcheeks, while Belle Anna=20 caressed the belly and lower abdomen with a concentration more=20 typical of a woman seeking salvation than a soft red-head's hot=20 quivering skin. Suddenly Janeway was standing on the footstands, and Seven and Belle=20 Anna were both inches from panty-clad pussy. Janeway gyrated that=20 crotch right into Seven's rapt face. Seven licked the crotch of those black panties. Belle Anna eased=20 her hand down the front of those panties, her hand finding the moist=20 parts of a woman twice her age, at least. I groaned in unison with Janeway, my Magic Johnson hurt so much.=20=20 Right then I would have given my left nut to screw her. It got a little frantic when "My Sharona" began. Janeway shed the=20 bra, and swung her tits right in Belle Anna's face. The little=20 brunette took the hint and obviously tried to draw a quart of milk=20 from those red-tipped breasts. Then Seven started sucking on the other one. And all the time=20 Janeway was trying to dance to the Knack's hit music. Belle Anna pulled a knife out of somewhere and cut off Janeway's=20 panties from her body. Seven took the remnants and sucked noisily=20 on the crotch while Belle Anna let her fingers do the walking. "I Can't Get No satisfaction" by the Stones was rocking the trio=20 while Janeway obviously came on Belle Anna's friendly digits. Song was wrong. I think Janeway got satisfaction a coupla times. I wouldn't have believed it could have gotten any more torrid, but=20 it did. I was living a dream, the fantasy some men ache for with=20 all their heart. Janeway was poised between Seven and Belle Anna. Seven was crouched=20 at the edge of the couch, and attached somehow in a dozen places to=20 the still gyrating woman in front of her. Belle Anna was standing behind Janeway, her vest and coat gone=20 somewhere. The little brunette stuck her fingers in Janeway's mouth=20 to wet them, make `em slick. She then stuck them in the rear hole=20 of tonight's private dancer. Janeway visibly convulsed as two sets of fingers entered her. Seven=20 made loud obscene sloppy fucking noises as she fucked Janeway in the=20 pussy. Fast and hard. Belle Anna slapped Janeway's ass machine-gun=20 fast as her fingers slid in and out of her asshole, slapping her on=20 the ass loud each time. Women have stamina. All those three did all the way through "Heart of Glass" and=20 then "Beast of Burden" was fuck. I won't even estimate whether=20 Janeway was coming continuously or having multiples one after=20 another. They fucked. They thrashed in place, they shook and cried out loud=20 and God knows whatall. Without touching my weenie, I came. I=20 damned near passed out myself as Janeway collapsed all over Seven.=20=20 Belle Anna never stopped working her fingers in that tight rear end=20 hole of Janeway's. Seven kept Janeway erect with her fingers inside=20 the Boss. "I Love The Nightlife" Was in my ears when Janeway finally began to=20 revive. Both gals supported their victim, lover, whatever, until=20 Janeway could stand by herself. Kisses and caresses were constantly played out on Janeway by those=20 two loving dykes. What a dance! Janeway tossed her head, finally. Looking around, getting her=20 bearings. Ah, SHIT! This is the part I hate. As soon as she began speaking the words I remembered what I was.=20=20 DamnDamnDamnDamn! "Computer," she whispered. "Terminate Holodeck program JB7 slash=20 SC." END ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: