View my GuestbookDecember 2001 NYC
“Come on! The Night is still young! Stop being such a poop!” Brooke is pulling my arm out of it’s socket as we step out into the night air outside of the Waldorf-Astoria. Funny how I always get sucked into her little schemes. I planned on a quiet evening together after the awards ceremony-God knows, I’ve had enough of people for one day. But no-we’ve got to check out this club thing of hers-some place called The Gauntlet-I’m not sure I really like the sound of it. Sounds like a real hellhole. But I humor her-things haven’t been on the best of terms lately. I admit, my schedule has put a strain on things between us but hopefully I can make amends over the off-season.
“You’re not going out in that thing??” I’m trying really hard not to laugh at this hot pink latex mini-dress and thigh-high stiletto boots. “Yes I am-this is a pretty wild place from what I’ve heard-it’s a private club and if it wasn’t for my old friend Ruby, we wouldn’t be going.” I sigh as I pulled on a simple pair of Levis and a black turtle-neck under my leather jacket. Nothing too far-out but tasteful enough to get me in the door.
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The Gauntlet turns out to be a basement flat on the Upper East Side-a totally grungy-looking brownstone. I’ve definitely got my reservations about this venture as I hear the toneless music pounding away. We walk down the stairs and into the twilight zone of the nocturnal club. The minute we enter the place, all I can think of is that freak bar from Star Wars. (or possibly one of Dale Jr.’s legendary parties at Club E) Brooke looks positively Puritan in attire compared to the rest of the patrons. A tall, thin woman with short, bristly red hair approaches us wearing a pair of leather shorts, Doc Martens and of all things-a Rusty Wallace T-shirt.
“Ruby!” Brooke exclaimed as she embraced her old friend. (funny, I haven’t heard her mention a Ruby before this evening....) Ruby returned the hug and whispered something conspiratorially to Brooke, who looked at me and nodded. Something was definitely going on here......
For the most part, the rest of the evening wore on in pretty typical fashion with dancing, drinking and general socializing untill the wee hours and then things really started getting strange. The guests started shedding what cloths they had on for some serious S & M duds. Some guy walks past me with his exposed penis hanging out with what appears to be a tiny leash around the head of his organ. A portly woman started licking my boots and asking me to tell her how fat she looks. Weird, little scenarios like this started playing out and this was my signal to leave-this ain’t my scene at all. I looked for Brooke and she’s over in a corner watching this Ruby drip hot wax on some anorexic-looking Asian woman’s bare breasts as she lays spread-eagle on the pool table. I motioned for Brooke to join me at the door and she shakes her head. Ruby looks up at me and smiles thinly, “Too much for you, Gordo?”
Now I HATE being called that. I’m momentarily distracted as this enormous black man starts urinating on the boot-licking fat lady-I’m actually beginning to feel sick at this point. “It’s getting late.” I said tightly. “Brooke-you wanna wrap this up and head out?”
“Before you go, why don’t we step into the VP room for a breather.” Ruby said simply. I caught a wink from her to Brooke and shot my wife a questioning look. She just smiled vacantly at me.
I follow Ruby and Brooke into the little room off behind the bar. I hear the click of the deadbolt and my panic reflexes start grinding to overdrive. The whole room looks like a shrine to Rusty. Posters adorned the walls, die-casts everywhere-even the bed had Rusty Wallace sheets on it and a Rusty Wallace wastepaper basket and condom dispenser sat on a nightstand. Good God, I’m in Hell.........
“Ok Brooke-joke’s over-let’s go NOW!” I’m about to grab her but Ruby pushes her on the bed and starts peeling her clothes off. I stand transfixed as Ruby and Brooke start fondling each other. Brooke’s voraciously sucking on Ruby’s breasts while her hand is almost completely shoved up Ruby’s tight, shaved vagina. Hmmm...maybe this won’t be so bad after all...... I feel my own arousal growing as the two women are now engaged in a perfect 69. Ruby has her tongue shoved up Brooke’s ass while my wife sucks feverishly at Ruby’s swollen clit. I quickly removed my own cloths as Ruby-now bored with the oral sex, slips on a blue leather harness and matching dildo and begins fucking Brooke. While my wife is on all fours and has 10 inches of plastic crammed up her pussy, Ruby is enthusiastically shoving a smaller dildo up her tight, little ass. Brooke cums hard, pissing and screaming-funny, she’s NEVER done that for me.....
This is all more than I can stand and I cheerfully jump on the bed-BAD mistake. Both of these little cunts pin me flat on my stomach and I find myself handcuffed and hobbled to the bed. The damn thing actually has manacles built right in the bed frame. Not your parent’s Sealey Posturpedic....
“Ohhhhkay...you two little bitches can un-tie me anytime now...” I chuckled. Brooke now slips on a black leather harness and an equally black strap-on penis. She’s wielding a large, ominous-looking paddle and as I frantically shake my head, she grins sadistically and soon the stinging crack of the paddle against my bare ass fills the air.
Brooke giggled, “He is pretty tied up! Doesn’t he look pretty?”
“No! Stupid whore!” yells Ruby who pushes Brooke away, “Like this!” Now she gives me a sharp crack on the ass and hollers, “Who’s your daddy?!” As much as it hurts, I almost start laughing. The goddamn paddle has the Miller Lite logo and a big #2 on it.
“Come on, bitch! Who’s your daddy??!?” She snarled and gave me another whack. I honestly started to get a little turned on by the spanking-I have no idea why-it hurt like hell and now my ass is glowing red and it feels like it’s starting to blister.
“Ok! Ok! Rusty’s the man!” I yelled, “Can you untie me now??”
Suddenly, Ruby shrugged and grinned, “Aha! I just had to hear you say it! One more time and I’ll let you up.”
Rolling my eyes heavenward, “Rusty is the man, Rusty is the man. Now LET ME THE FUCK UP!!”
She obliged and as she rose from the bed, I grabbed that wench of a wife of mine and gave her my own version of the bump and run for getting me into this mess in the first place. Fuck Rusty! As I humped her tight little ass, I stared at a picture of Wallace and grinned, this ones for you.
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