Satoire hops up onto the seat, straddling my legs. “Nimble little minx.” I think, smirking slightly at the use of yet another “M” word. I get an idea of opening my legs and knocking her feet from the chair, but she assures me that would result in a bad thing. I heed her warning, and press them together.
I watch as she sways her body, exposing bits of soft flesh to my gaze. A man can't help but watch such a bodacious display as Lady Satoire can do. Those dancer's legs look like she could crack walnuts with them, fit… toned.
And when Satoire unbuttons her coat to display even more of her charms to me, I can't help but think that is isn't such a bad predictment to be in at all. That is until she flops down on me like a sack of seed. It's worth it though to watch her roll herself off me, that coat of hers wide open… her body naked… exposed. I want to applaud when she's finished, but… well.. my hands are busy.
Moonie and Miss Brandy circle me in the chair, russlin' through my hair and checking my bonds. Then they wander off back to the bar. My gaze follows them. “A couple of fine lookin' Moms there.” I think.
I see Mollie wandering in, and greeting everyone in her usual manner. Kisses for all. Mollie's never been shy, at least not since I've known her. “Another Munchkin.” I think… “and mature one, at that.” She leans in next to Amy and I can't help think another plot's being hatched.
Then comes one of the most bizarre things I've ever seen in my life. Miss Brandy in her bee suit and Miss Stone in a racoon costume mount what appears to be two Hippity Hops, only these aren't the red ones I'm used to seeing. These have smiley faces on them.
My chair is spun and I'm laid on my back. Then they're off! Bouncing towards me like a runaway locomotive. “Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp” Closer and closer they get. I feel like Penelope tied to the train tracks… I'm expecting them to veer off to the sides, but no… they're jostling for position!
“Oh crap.” I think… “they're gonna bomp on me.” Miss Stone bomps over my head.. and Miss Brandy's stinger grazes my thigh with a little shock. It's not a bad buzz.. I got more shocked from the electric fence… but it's still surprising.
I'm spun in the chair again and placed upright. All the jostling of me has caused my arms and hands to slide around the back of the chair. I'm now facing the pole and watch in complete awe as the two Missies do three phenominal spins around it.
Eating onions and smearing lipstick.. the two matrons of the AChat Bar & Grill approach me… their faces are wet with snot and sweat… their lipstick is smeared and it makes them look like The Joker from Batman.
Miss Stone plops into my lap. “Nice tushie” I think as she settles in, and grabs my head. I await the kiss and Miss Stone does not mess around. I close my eyes to savor it. Messy… wet… greasy… with the aroma and taste of onions. I like it! For a full 30 seconds this goes on. I try to follow her lips as she pulls away. “Wow!” Is all I can say.
Miss Brandy's next, wiggling her bottom on me as she gets herself comfortable. Her lips press to mine… again… snotty… wet… and reeking of onions and garlic. A deep kiss… I like it! I've had cattle and horses sneeze in my face.. a little female snot and sweat is fine with me. It's what is behind the goo that counts. Again, I try to keep her lips on me by moving as she backs off.
I watch as the two of them, hand in hand race to the finish line and a flurry of “M” words race through my mind. “Mom, mother, mentsoli, miss, mum, milisno, mumsy, matriarch, minx, mademoiselle, milf, mature, ma, mama, memom, matron, mommy, mare, mistress, misses, madame, maiden…”
A big grin spreads across my face as I think of one more “M” word. “Marvelous.”
