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Texas Looseys and the BDSM Club



For a brief time in 2005 I found myself working three jobs to make ends meet. My then husband (henceforth referred to as "Ex" or "Chris") was going to school and we had bills to pay. I worked full time at FedEx Kinkos, which I hated, I worked 4 days a week tending bar and serving food at Colombo's Restaurant in Eagle Rock CA, which I loved, and I tended bar at a 'hidden' club once in a while. I made more money at the underground club in one night than I made at Kinko's in two weeks.

When finding out how well it paid, a lot of people asked me why I didn't do it more often. Well, the work was sporadic, and it was hard to get away from home and change clothes into my costume without an incredible feeling of overwhelming guilt. My ex was a highly jealous man whom I adored. I just couldn't handle the jealousy. I also didn't have the courage to tell him that the 'underground club' wasn't actually a wedding or special event I was bartending - but rather an S&M club where I would see anything and everything happening in front of me.

When I first started there I was still fairly innocent. I did have my own bouncer assigned to me though. Nobody was allowed to touch me, even by accident. If they did, they were walked not so gently outside and never allowed back in to the Susan Block Show. I was impressed with the level of protection and comfort that was afforded to me. I even went to work there in a black corset, a pleated mini skirt and black high heel Goth boots. All of that coupled with my short, red pixy hair and there was an interesting mix of people who would want to show off for me. I easily ignored the antics and just poured the drinks. Other than once before, it was the only time I had even worn a corset in public.

Bear, my personal bodyguard, struck up a conversation with me one day while I was tending a slow bar.

"You seem so innocent. It's no wonder you get such good tips here. Let me ask you, what's the wildest thing you've ever done?"

My mind twisted and whirled into a vortex of lost thoughts and forgotten stories. They swirled in the air around my head like fading snowflakes falling on a warm day. Each time I would reach for one, a bigger, brighter one would appear and I would reach for it instead. When finally my mind had settled on one story, I laughed heartily at the distant memory. It had only been a year before, but it seemed easily a lifetime had passed since then.

I was wearing jeans and a T shirt the day I took my 1965 Mustang in to have the clutch petal repaired at Bothwell Automotive in Torrance, CA. I'd had quite a few problems with my car and had gotten to know the guys fairly well who did all the repairs on it. Just after purchasing the car the transmission blew on the way home. When that was replaced, about a week later the U bolt on the undercarriage sheered in two and it had to be towed in again. At this point, the clutch petal was a minor issue, but the guys all knew me by name when I walked in.

"Hey Amanda! How's it going? What's wrong with your Mustang this time?" That was the standard greeting when I walked in the front doors. Mike, one of the mechanics, heard my name and came in from the shop to say hello.

"Hey! We were just about to go to lunch. It might be a bit of a wait... Or you can come to lunch with us." It took only a moment to decide.

"Sure, I'll go to lunch with you guys, Thanks!"

The mechanic went back to the shop to tell the other guys. He bustled out, then came right back in and said "you can ride with me."

We walked out to the vehicles parked on the street and I climbed into the cab of a huge black Chevy pickup truck. It roared into action and we trundled and bounced down the road, three other cars following us.

We ended up at a place called Texas Looseys. When we walked in the front doors, I knew instinctively that the guys had planned it carefully in the short few seconds that Mike had walked back out into the garage. They had wanted to see if I was really as easy going as I seemed to be.

All the servers were girls. They each wore different colored ruffled panties and chaps with cowboy hats and bikini tops. The cowboy boots clicked across the floor as the hostess seated us. Her hips swayed as much as any girl I've ever seen, and I've been told that I have quite the hip swing myself. She had me beat hands down.

The waitress that came over to the table was a lovely half asian girl with olive skin and blue-gray eyes. Her mouth was painted like red rose petals, and the mechanics all fell in love with her right away. She had a dulcet voice and spoke with the tone one would expect to hear from an angel. The light purple frilled panties drew their attention until she was out of sight around the corner when she got done taking our orders.

One of the male bartenders walked to a mic stand up front then and announced that the Ammeter Lingerie Competition would begin shortly.

"Do we have any other volunteers?"

As if on cue, he looked directly at our table. The nine guys I sat with all shouted in unison, "Right over here," they said, all pointing at me. I wanted to slide under the table and hide. The bartender walked over to the table with the mic in his hand. He clicked it off as he approached.

"Did you want to participate," he asked. I knew what was expected of me, and so I did the exact opposite.

Mike cut in. "You don't have to do this, we were just teasing."

"Let me out, Boys. I have a competition to win." I announced loudly and smiled my most winning smile. The restaurant exploded in applause, but not from my table! The mechanics all sat there with their jaws gaping open. I jabbed the nearest guy in the ribs and the two blocking me in slid out of the booth. I stood up and looked around the room. Easily 60 pairs of eyes were glued on me as I spoke to the bartender.

"What's your name," he asked after switching the mic back on.

"A-Amanda" I stammered.

"Well, Amanda, these two lovely girls are going to take you in the back to get dressed." He looked around the room at the audience as my waitress and another girl in pink ruffled panties walked up to escort me into the 'changing room' in the back. "I'm sure a lot of us are looking forward to this one. And how do you guys know the lovely Amanda," I heard him ask Mike as I walked away.

"We're her Mechanics," he explained, still stunned at my willingness to cooperate.

"Yeah," the bartender said, "I'm sure you are." He chuckled. The audience followed suit.

Less than five minutes later I emerged in a black corset, a pair of hot pants and boots up past my knees. I was now wearing darker eyeshadow and mascara, really showing the blue of my eyes. My restyled red hair shined with a fresh coat of hair spray. I walked out looking like a different person.

The mechanics all stopped talking and turned to look. Jaws again fell open, and the eyes in the room were all transfixed on me. I swayed around the room in this new costume, completely self conscious and overly aware of my bodily flaws, but still imitating the confidence and swaying walk of our hostess. I did as directed, pausing briefly at each table. Guys at each table would put money down the tops of my boots, lingering a bit in order to touch the flesh of my thigh. Embarrassed, my face altered from red to purple. The mechanics pulled out their wallets and started shoving $20's down my boots. Mike himself actually tucked one in the top of my corset in the back. Another pushed a $20 in the top of my hot pants all the way out on my hip. They were still respectful of me even in this form.

The walk around the room took me less than 5 minutes total, and when I went to change back into my jeans and T, money dropped from the boots in quantities I'd never seen. As directed, I handed it all to the hostess who counted it before handing it back. Then she went back to the bartender at the mic stand and whispered something to him.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he announced as I sat back down at the table, "we have a winner!" The audience applauded. The mechanics winked at me.

"I bet it's you," Mike said.

"How do they know," I asked Mike.

"They count the money you collected."

"Oh," I said, fully aware of the wad of bills I had in my pocket. I pulled it out and placed it on the table. " I guess lunch is on me today." The guys once more sat there slack jawed. It really was quite a pile of money.

"Oh," Mike said, "If you participate, you eat for free."

The bartender took a sip of water, aware of the anticipation in the room. All the tables were wondering who had won the competition. I hadn't seen any of the other girls and hadn't even planned on competing, so I wasn't worried about if I won or not.

"Amanda," the bartender said, looking right at me, "Take a bow. You collected $228 in less than 5 minutes, a Texas Loosey's record!"




1 comment:

  1. Looks like I've only tipped the iceberg of the wildness that lies within Amanda. What a great adventure and it sure makes a great story.

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