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Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 9

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 9, 2024


Oh My God! All their clothes vanished. What was I to do?In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..“Living every moment like it is your last is less attractive tomorrow.”(Still Wednesday)Katrina had left for wherever she snuck off to; I suggested to Aya it was a game room, Aya suggested it was as torture chamber; only to return when the next turn of the screws came. I was informed I had a visitor coming up by the name of Libra Chalmers plus a guest. Quickly enough they appeared. The guest turned out to be Brooke Lee."Who are these two?" Aya glibly spoke as the two Vassar girls walked into the room."Hello Libra," I greeted my almost date from last night. "Hello Ms. Lee," I said to Brooke."It's Brooke," Brooke smiled at me; she was hungry and scenting around for something remarkably like me."I'm happy to see you; oh; this is my guardian and protector, Aya Ruger," I made the introductions. "No lie, Aya has been keeping up with my workload while I've been on 'light' duty. Aya, this is Libra Chalmers and Brooke Lee, both from Vassar College. Brooke is Trent's friend and Libra had mercy on me Tuesday night and kept me from being a 'fifth' wheel.""I'm actually Trent's fiancé," Brooke corrected."Fascinating," I lied. Oh fuck, that was Not good."Cool. I'm happy to see the both of you, but what brings you to my office today?" I continued."Well, I showed up to ask for Trent and Libra asked for you," Brooke gave a sly smile."The thing was," Libra picked up the tale, "they were looking up Trent, but the front desk knew exactly who and where you were; so we came here first." My mind was busily working out how to pull Aya aside to give her a friendly warning when Katrina waltzed in."Ladies, this is my boss, Katrina Love, Head of Executive Services for Havenstone," I plastered a smile on my face."Katrina, this is Brooke Lee and Libra Chalmers. I met them Tuesday night," I kept things simple. Doom was impatient."Brooke is Trent's fiancé," Aya chimed in gleefully. She wasn't being malicious. She just didn't know any better. Katrina had been in the process of giving some congenial nods.She stopped and turned on a dime. Damn it."Really?" Katrina's interest was piqued."Yes," Brooke beamed. She brandished her engagement ring in Katrina's face. Better yet, Katrina 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed then spun on me."Cáel, I didn't know Trent was engaged," Katrina pierced me with those lethal ocular devices."Yeah, I bet you didn't," I groaned. "I only found out a moment ago." Trent had lied on his dating survey; slash application to Havenstone. They kinda/sorta made damn sure we had no external female attachments. It meant less bodies to dispose of if things went wrong.I couldn't understand how they missed it then a curious custom/lifeline reared its ugly head."Brooke, that's your 'promise' ring, right?" I probed. "I'm sure Trent would get you a bigger rock for the actual engagement.""Yes," Brooke confirmed. "We've decided to make the official engagement when our families take the Christmas Holiday at Hilton Head."How could I express to Brooke that Christmas with Trent at Hilton Head was a rapidly vanishing dream? Katrina resumed her stroll to her desk."Katrina," I started my appeal. My argument was going to be that 'promise' rings didn't really count even though I knew her omission on his survey/application was bad enough already. Brian was different. If he chose to 'follow his career', she'd shed the prerequisite 17 tears and happily get on with her life. Girls like Brooke came looking and that wouldn't do."No," Katrina didn't even turn around. When she got to her desk, the phone calls began. Brooke was starting to realize something had happened. I gained a level of importance that extended beyond my bedroom sexpertise."Cáel, is something wrong?" Libra took my hand in hers."Trent may have neglected to mention some things during his job interview," I explained."Like?" Libra was getting concerned."Like the existence of Brooke," I answered. See, if Trent had written down his acquaintance to Brooke, Havenstone would have investigated her in the same way they investigated my mentor, Dr. Kimberly Geisler. She had admitted to the length, depth and termination of our affair.The issue of her teaching me anything besides sex had never come up."What?" Brooke grew indignant. Not with Trent, but with me. See, I was still a peon in her eyes and casting dispersions on her guy, who she knew and trusted."Brooke," I sighed, "did any Havenstone personnel talk to you about Trent?""No," she admitted."Every single woman I was ever with was questioned about me and my relationship to them," I explained. "Trust me; that was a really long list." Libra had the answer to that confusion. She pulled out her phone and got a busy signal; that would be Havenstone' now-active jamming devices."What's the number?" I asked Libra. She was momentarily annoyed; then suspicion kicked in. She gave me the number. Caller ID indicated it was Marla, Libra's sister. I gave the phone up."Marla," Libra began, "did anyone from Havenstone Commercial Investments ever talk to you about Cáel?""Umm, is he in trouble because of what I said?" Marla asked."What did you say?" Libra eyed me."I said he was a total asshole who broke my heart and given the opportunity I wouldn't mind watching he die a painful death," she confessed. "Only later did I realize I missed him and felt sorry about what I said.""Do you know if they talked to any of his other former girlfriends?" Libra inquired."I am absolutely sure they talked to at least one other person," Marla mumbled. Her Aunt."Who? I need to talk to them," Libra continued."That wouldn't be wise," Marla responded. "Suffice it to say they didn't give a glowing review either." Libra hung up and gave me back my phone."Cáel, do you have a problem with women?" Brooke glowered at me."Yes, there are so many of them," I shrugged. "That seems to be my main issue.""Cáel, how many women have you been with?" Libra mused."Around 200," I acceded."200! Holy Shit!" Libra gasped. Out of the blue,"Of those, how many have dumped you for cheating only to come back to you later?" Katrina postulated."Around 40," I recalled."That's my Daddy!" Aya crowed proudly."What?" Brooke boggled."Not what you think!" I insisted. "Not what you think!""Aya is my niece," Katrina explained. "Cáel is not her biological father. He is her friend, paternal guide and guardian.""Aya and I are in negotiations about me eventually marrying her mother, but I have assured her that is years and years off," I added."Cáel is not my real Daddy," Aya clarified. "He lets me pretend that he is.""Besides Cáel, does that 200 include the past month?" Katrina diverted the conversation."Well; 200 as in closer to 200 than 300," I grinned weakly."How did you graduate?" Libra followed along."I have a lot of stamina," I pointed out. Tessa Carmichael glided into the room."Brooke Lee?" she greeted the not-here-for-me girl."Yes? Do I know you?" Brooke was getting nervous and snippy."I'm Tessa Carmichael, Director of Human Resources for Havenstone. I handled the final interview process for Trent Grant," she smiled with deceptive warmth. She was furious. I could tell, having a long history with women in such moods."Is that Lee; L-E-E?" Tessa continued."Yes, what is this about?" Brooke persisted."You and Mr. Grant are in a long term relationship?" Tessa asked next."Answer my question," Brooke snapped. Thankfully Tessa wasn't Elsa."Trent lied on both his initial application and then twice in the interview process," Tessa relayed calmly."About dating me?" Brooke was confused."We will explain in a moment," Tessa smiled and patted Brooke on the upper arm.Brooke and Libra were more poised than I believed was warranted. Suddenly, I peeled back eleven days of experience and realized they assumed that Aya's presence was some sort of armor against violence. Whoops. Olympia Shore entered the room followed by Trent. Bright yet careless, he immediately clued in on the crisis."Brooke;” Trent mumbled. Olympia shut the door once Trent was too far inside to run."Trent, what is going on? They say you didn't list me as an acquaintance and somehow that's important," Brooke grumbled."I; um; I can explain," Trent was addressing; the room?"Be at peace, Trent," Tessa took over. This was her job and her fuck-up. "We only need your assurance that your relationship with Ms. Lee was terminated before you signed your contract with Havenstone Commercial Investments." Trent was looking for the right answer that would make everyone happy, but there wasn't one.Had he warned me yesterday that Brooke was his lady, I could have warned Brooke to NEVER come here. Trent hadn't done that because it would have necessitated him explaining to Brooke that he had denied her existence in order to get a cushy job. Trent had deluded himself into thinking he could have it both ways, probably because lying had always worked before."I think there has been a misunderstanding," Trent began. The most important thing in the world to Trent was Trent and he could outfox these backwoods feminists. "I am willing to submit my resignation immediately over this unfortunate mistake." That was a feint. Sadly, the important ladies had zero faith in his words and had already decided his fate. Moron.

ExplicitNovels
Cáel and the Manhattan Amazons: Part 8

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 8, 2024


Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..

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Deadhead Cannabis Show
A Cannabis-Infused Weekend: Music and Memories at the Miracle in Mundelein

Deadhead Cannabis Show

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 10, 2024 76:44


"From Steel Pulse to Wu-Tang: A Festival of Musical Diversity"Larry Mishkin discusses a review of various experiences and performances, starting with a cannabis event called "Miracle in Mundelein," which took place over the past weekend. The main focus of the review is a discussion of a Grateful Dead show from September 9, 1987, at the Providence Civic Center in Rhode Island. The show was notable for being the second night of a three-show run, marking the opening of the Grateful Dead's 1987 East Coast fall tour.Key highlights include:"Hey Pocky Way" Performance: This was the first time the Grateful Dead performed the song "Hey Pocky Way," which is originally by the Meters, a New Orleans funk band. The song became a fan favorite, primarily due to the influence of Brent Mydland, the band's keyboardist. However, the song fell out of rotation after Brent's death in 1990."Jack Straw" Performance: Another song featured was "Jack Straw," a Grateful Dead classic written by Bob Weir and Robert Hunter. It was originally performed in 1971 and became a staple in the band's setlists. The song was performed in the second spot of the setlist during the 1987 show, indicating the band's tendency to feature it early in their concerts.Music News Segment: The transcript also includes a segment on music news, which starts with a brief history of the band Cheap Trick, particularly their song "I Want You to Want Me."Review of the Miracle in Mundelein Festival: The review shifts to discussing the recent "Miracle in Mundelein" festival, where several acts performed:Steel Pulse: A roots reggae band from Birmingham, England, who delivered a lively and energetic performance.The Soul Rebels: A New Orleans brass band known for their energetic live shows and collaborations with major artists. Their set featured Raekwon and GZA from the Wu-Tang Clan, adding a strong hip-hop element to the performance.Wiz Khalifa: The headliner of the event, Wiz Khalifa, is praised for his stage presence and connection with the audience. The review notes his strong advocacy for cannabis and how his music resonated well with the crowd.Overall, the review captures the blend of nostalgia with the Grateful Dead's classic performances and the fresh, dynamic energy of the Miracle in Mundelein festival, highlighting both the music and the culture of cannabis.https://www.cheaptrick.com/ Grateful DeadSeptember 9, 1987 (37 years ago)Providence Civic CenterProvidence, Rhode IslandGrateful Dead Live at Providence Civic Center on 1987-09-09 : Free Borrow & Streaming : Internet Archive Second night of a three show run, the opening shows of 1987 East Cost fall tour.  INTRO:                                 Hey Pocky Way                                                Track #1                                                :35 – 2:03 First time ever played Hey Pocky Way was written by George Porter Jr., Leo Nocentelli, Art Neville & Joseph Modeliste, founding members of The Meters, an American funk band formed in 1965 in New Orleans by Modeliste (drums), Porter Jr. (bass), Nocentelli (guitar) and Neville (keyboards). The band performed and recorded their own music from the late 1960s until 1977 and played an influential role as backing musicians for other artists, including Lee Dorsey, Robert Palmer, Dr. John, and Allen Toussaint. Song was released on Rejuvenation the band's fifth studio album in 1974. In 2003, the album was ranked number 138 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time,[6] and 139 in a 2012 revised list. Beginning with this show, the Dead began to feature Hey Pocky Way, usually as a show opener.  Sung by Brent who really got into it with both his keyboard playing and strong singing, it  became a fan favorite.  But as a Brent influenced tune, it died when he did. Played:  25 timesFirst:  September 9, 1987 at Providence Civic Center, Providence, RI, USALast: July 22, 1990 at World Music Theatre, Tinley Park, IL, USA (Brent's second to last show)  SHOW No. 1:                    Jack Straw                                                Track #2                                                4:00 – 5:50 "Jack Straw"  written by Bob Weir and Robert Hunter. The track first appeared on the album Europe '72. The song was first performed in concert on October 19, 1971, in Minneapolis, Minnesota at new keyboardist Keith Godchaux's first appearance with the band. In the song's earliest performances (c. 1971–72), Weir sang all of the vocals. By the time the 'Europe 72' version was recorded, (at the Olympia Theater in Paris on 5-03-72), Weir and Jerry Garcia were switching up the vocals - as they had on April 26th when 'Hundred Year Hall' was recorded. The song appeared in both the first and second sets until the band's short hiatus in 1974-1975. After re-forming, the song almost exclusively appeared in the first set. After Brent Mydland joined the band in 1979, the song almost exclusively opened the band's first set. The band also often extended the jam after the second verse after Mydland's joining, often extending the song to over six minutes. Dead and Company have also further extended the song, often adding an abstract opening jam prior to the song's first verse.[1] Bob Weir stated in a 2004 interview that the song's lyrics were partly based on John Steinbeck's novel Of Mice and Men.[2] The song's themes include riding the rails, the Great Depression, and hobo (homeless) camps of the era. Jack Straw is also—perhaps coincidentally—the name of the original plantation owner, who lived controversially with his gay lover, Peter Ochello, in Tennessee Williams's play Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.[3] Always a great song to hear in concert, the fans loved it and it was always an omen of good things to come in the show. Played:  477 timesFirst:  October 19, 1971 at Northrop Auditorium, Minneapolis, MN, USALast:  July 8, 1995 at Soldier Field in Chicago MUSIC NEWS Miracle In Mundelein – second year of the festival in Mundelein a suburb northwest of Chicago.  Missed last year with JRAD but made it this year on Saturday with my sons Jonathan and Daniel, Jonathan's fiancé, Bella and Daniel's buddy AJ.  Different theme to this year's music focusing on hip hop and rap, not part of my regular music, but certainly a key genre for Daniel and AJ who filled me on details during the show. Acts:Steel Pulse - Steel Pulse are a roots reggae band from the Handsworth area of Birmingham, England. They originally formed at Handsworth Wood Boys School, and were composed of David Hinds (lead vocals, guitar), Basil Gabbidon (lead guitar, vocals), and Ronald McQueen (bass); along with Basil's brother Colin briefly on drums and Mykaell Riley (vocals, percussion). Steel Pulse were the first non-Jamaican act to win the Grammy Award for Best Reggae Album. They were initially refused live dates in Caribbean venues in Birmingham due to their Rastafarian beliefs. During the popularization of punk rock in the mid-1970's, Steel Pulse began to play punk venues such as the Hope and Anchor in London and The Electric Circus in Manchester in 1976.[1] Aligning themselves closely with the Rock Against Racism organization and featuring in its first music festival in early 1978, they chose to tour with sympathetic elements of the punk movement,[1] including the Stranglers and XTC. Eventually they found a more natural home in support slots for Burning Spear, which brought them to the attention of Island Records. Fun set that was in progress when we arrived, great sound and lots of energy that kept the crowd moving. The Soul Rebels - The Soul Rebels (also Soul Rebels Brass Band, Soul Rebels or The Rebels) are an eight-piece New Orleans based brass ensemble that incorporate elements of soul, jazz, funk, hip-hop, rock and pop music within a contemporary brass band framework.  Starting out as a local New Orleans favorite, The Soul Rebels have evolved into collaborating live with major artists in all worlds of music including:Katy PerryNasMetallicaGreen DayTrombone ShortyProdigyString Cheese IncidentUmphrey's McGeeGalacticSuzanne VegaEurythmicsLettuceGov't Mule                                               And many more The band has built its career around an eclectic live show that harnesses the power of horns and percussion in a funky party-like atmosphere. The band routinely plays over 250 shows a year. They have been described by the Village Voice as "the missing link between Public Enemy and Louis Armstrong.  The Soul Rebels consist of percussionists and founding members Lumar LeBlanc and Derrick Moss, trumpet players Julian Gosin and Marcus Hubbard, trombonists Corey Peyton and Paul Robertson, saxophonist Erion Williams, and sousaphonist Manuel Perkins Jr.                                                 On Saturday, they featured Raekwon and GZA from Wu Tang Clan.                                      RAEKWON - Corey Woods[2] (born January 12, 1970),[3][4] better known by his stage name Raekwon (/reɪˈkwɒn/, ray-KWON), is an American rapper. He rose to prominence as a founding member of the hip-hop group Wu-Tang Clan, which achieved mainstream success following the release of their debut album, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), in 1993. Raekwon would subsequently pursue a solo career, releasing his first solo album, entitled Only Built 4 Cuban Linx..., in 1995. The album received critical acclaim, and is regarded by many critics as one of the greatest hip-hop albums of all time, as well as a staple of 1990s rap.                                     Raekwon attributes the name Raekwon to the Five-Percent Nation, an offshoot of the Nation of Islam, when he was a "young kid."[11] He converted to Islam in 2009.                                     Growing up, he witnessed his mother being hit and abused by different men, an experience which he said "affected [him] a lot."[10] As a young man, his mother kicked him out of their Park Hill home when Raekwon got into an argument with her boyfriend and his mother sided with the boyfriend. During this time, he spiraled into a pattern of hopelessness and violent behavior.[8] He became addicted to cocaine and crack cocaine until he became aware of how the crack epidemic was affecting those around him, at which point "it was an automatic stop."[10]Raekwon and rap partner Ghostface Killah attended junior high school together on Staten Island.[14] Raekwon attended New Dorp High School, where he befriended rappers Remedy, Method Man and Inspectah Deck.[15]             Woods first rapped as Sha Raider. In 1992, he joined the Wu-Tang Clan, an originally nine-member rap group drawing mainly from the Staten Island but also from the Brooklyn boroughs of New York City. He rapped as Raekwon The Chef, and also used the aliases Lex Diamonds, Shallah Raekwon, and Louis Rich. After being caught in a crossfire and accidentally shot four times, Raekwon began rapping in earnest. He later described being shot as an "important eye opener." In September 2009, MTV ranked Raekwon tenth among "hottest" rappers. In December, HipHopDx's 2009 awards named Only Built For Cuban Linx... Pt. II album of the year, calling it "the Hip Hop equivalent to The Godfather 2, with Rae as revitalized as Marlon was". Raekwon won Emcee of the Year—the prior year, Nas won—while HipHopDX staff explained, Raekwon brought it back to lyrical, dope rap. He released an album that spoke to teens, twenty-somethings, thirty-somethings, and beyond. Without compromising, the Chef made an edgy Hip Hop record that refused to bastardize the catalog he laid down 15 years ago. On top of that, Rae (along with Ghostface) was a go-to for numerous rappers making albums, ranging from the Playaz Circle to Jadakiss to BK One. That's beyond real, as was a year filled with performing in arenas, clubs and even churches. When it came to mastering the ceremony, Rae had 'em all following the leader.[28]— HipHopDX GZA - Gary Eldridge Grice[2] (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names GZA (/ˈdʒɪzə/JIZ-ə) and The Genius,[3] is an American rapper. A founding member of the hip hop group Wu-Tang Clan, GZA is the group's "spiritual head", being both the first member in the group to receive a record deal and being the oldest member.[4] He has appeared on his fellow Wu-Tang members' solo projects, and has maintained a successful solo career starting with his second album Liquid Swords (1995). His lyrical style often dismisses typical rap story lines in favor of science and wide-ranging philosophies and has been characterized as "armed with sharp metaphors and a smooth flow".[5][6][7][8] An analysis of GZA's lyrics found that he has the second largest vocabulary in popular hip hop music.[9][10] He teamed up with an education group to promote science education in New York City through hip hop. In 1992, GZA joined the Wu-Tang Clan, a group of nine, formed by his cousin RZA. GZA had some high-profile appearances on the group's debut album, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) (1993), including a solo track, "Clan in da Front".[22] This, combined with appearances on other Clan members' albums such as Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version (1995) and Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1995) brought him much recognition. According to Method Man, "we form like Voltron and GZA happens to be the head".                         The combination of the Soul Rebels beat and Raekwon's and GZA's rapping made for an exceptional set of music that caught me off guard but was worth the price of admission.  With lots of cannabis references scattered throughout their lyrics and stage talk, they were a perfect match for this festival. Wiz Khalifa - Cameron Jibril Thomaz (born September 8, 1987),[2] better known by his stage name Wiz Khalifa, is an American rapper from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He signed with the local independent label Rostrum Records to release his debut studio album, Show and Prove (2006). His contract entered a short-lived joint venture with Warner Bros. Records the following year. His Eurodance-influenced 2008 single, "Say Yeah" received urban radio airplay and entered both the Rhythmic Top 40 and Hot Rap Songs charts, becoming his first minor hit.[3] Outside of music, Thomaz has delved into acting with television roles in Dickinson and The Eric Andre Show, the lead role alongside Snoop Dogg in the 2012 stoner comedy film Mac & Devin Go to High School, and voice roles in the animated series American Dad!, Duncanville, and Big City Greens. Thomaz founded the record label Taylor Gang Entertainment in 2008, through which he has signed artists including Juicy J, Ty Dolla Sign, and Berner. Known for his abundant usage of cannabis, Thomaz launched his own cannabis brand, Khalifa Kush, in 2016, which expanded for release in nationwide dispensaries in 2022. His stage name is derived from Khalifa, an Arabic word meaning "successor", and wisdom, which was shortened to Wiz when Khalifa was a young boy.[10] Khalifa stated to Spinner.com that the name also came from being called "young Wiz 'cause I was good at everything I did, and my granddad is Muslim, so he gave me that name; he felt like that's what I was doing with my music." He got a tattoo of his stage name on his 17th birthday.[11][12] By the age of 15, he was regularly recording his music at a local studio called I.D. Labs.[13] Impressed by the young teen's talent, E. Dan, the owner of the studio offered Khalifa an intern job at the studio in exchange for free recording time. Dan, being a veteran of the Pittsburgh hip-hop scene, would help develop and mentor the young artist early on in his career. He was the headliner and lived up to the billing.  Great tunes, great stage presence, great spokesperson for cannabis.  My first experience with his music and it was very positive. A great musical education for me with my tutors, Daniel and AJ. More in MJ News  Herbie Flowers  RIPJerry Miller  RIPGoose this week at the Salt Shed, Thursday and Friday   SHOW No. 2:                    Greatest Story Ever Told                                                Track #9                                                3:25 – end                                                 INTO                                                 Devil With a Blue Dress                                                Track #10                                                0:00 – 1:33 Greatest Story – written by Hunter/Bobby/Mickey, originally called “The Pump Song” on Mickey Hart's 1972 album Rolling Thunder.  As the opening tune of Ace, it is called Greatest Story Ever Told.  But this isn't about that song.  Here, it is the lead-in to a first set couple of “extras” thrown in for some fun. "Devil with a Blue Dress On" (also known as "Devil with the Blue Dress") is a song written by Shorty Long and William "Mickey" Stevenson, first performed by Long and released as a single in 1964. A later version recorded by Mitch Ryder and The Detroit Wheels in 1966 peaked at No. 4 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100.  "Devil with the Blue Dress" was originally released as Shorty Long's debut single on Motown in 1964, but the single failed to chart. The song describes a femme fatale in a blue dress and not an actual devil.[2] Two years later, Mitch Ryder and The Detroit Wheels recorded the song at Bell Sound Studios in New York City[3] as a medley with an original arrangement of Little Richard's "Good Golly, Miss Molly". Their version, released on their album, “Breakout . . . . !”,  was notably more up-tempo than Long's more blues-influenced rendition.[2] Reaching No. 4 on the Hot 100, their version of the track would end up becoming their most well-known and highest charting hit in the United States. Rolling Stone Magazine ranked it No. 428 on their list of Top 500 Songs of All Time. Basically, another great cover to showcase Brent's singing and keyboard skills.  This was the first of 3 times the Dead covered the song.  Another fun diversion by the band that kept the Deadheads guessing and not wanting to ever miss a show. The transition out of Greatest Story is seamless and makes it so you can't hear the end of Greatest Story without hearing the signature beat of Devil making it a “natural” fit. Played – 3 timesFirst:  September 9, 1987 at Providence Civic Center, Providence, RI, USALast:  October 4, 1987 at Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA, USA  SHOW No. 3:                    Good Golly Miss Molly                                                Track #11                                                0:00 – end                                                 INTO                                                 Devil With a Blue Dress                                                Track #12                                                0:00 – 0:51"Good Golly, Miss Molly" is a rock 'n' roll song first recorded in 1956 by American musician Little Richard and released in January 1958 as single on the Specialty label, and later on the album, Little Richard in July 1958.[1] The song, a jump blues, was written by John Marascalco and producer Robert "Bumps" Blackwell. Although it was first recorded by Little Richard, Blackwell produced another version by the Valiants, who imitated the fast first version recorded by Little Richard, not released at that time. Although the Valiants' version was released first (in 1957), Little Richard had the hit, reaching No. 4.[2] Like all his early hits, it quickly became a rock 'n' roll standard and has subsequently been recorded by hundreds of artists. The song is ranked No. 92 on the Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. Little Richard first heard the phrase "Good golly, Miss Molly" from a Southern DJ named Jimmy Pennick.[4] He modified the lyrics into the more suggestive "Good golly, Miss Molly/You sure like to ball." Little Richard himself later claimed that he took Ike Turner's piano intro from his influential 1951 rock and roll song "Rocket 88", and used it for "Good Golly, Miss Molly".[5] "I always liked that record," Richard recalled, "and I used to use the riff in my act, so when we were looking for a lead-in to 'Good Golly, Miss Molly', I did that and it fit." In 1966, Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels incorporated "Good Golly Miss Molly" into their version of "Devil with a Blue Dress On". Their version scored a major hit, not only in Ryder's native Detroit, but nationwide, placing at No. 4 on the Billboard Top 100. As with Devil, a Brent thing.  Unfortunately, it was only around for a month.  Then vanished from the Dead's playlist thereafter.  Played:  3 times, makes senseFirst:  September 9, 1987 at Providence Civic Center, Providence, RI, USALast:  October 4, 1987 at Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA, USA  MJ NEWS:             Miracle in Mudelein – a great event sponsored by Rise Dispensaries and Rhythm cultivators.  Second year, featuring great music, excellent food and drink and too many booths for dabbing from various types of rigs including a Studenglass Gravity Bong – my first time using one and it is not your father's four foot Graffix bong!  Daniel and AJ were all over it and as it turned out, the wait in line was well worth the experience.  Rather than try to explain it to you, just Google Gravity Bong and see for yourself!  Great high.             Miracle is that Lake County, a more conservative leaning county, and Mundelein permitted the event.  Attendees can bring in their own flower or extracts (supposedly only if purchased at an Illinois dispensary), smoking accessories, etc.  Rise also was selling products at the show.             A wonderful thing to attend an event and not have to hide and smuggle in your cannabis.  People lighting up everywhere, offering to share, talking strains, etc.  Police were there to keep order and otherwise let it all go on.  Very professional.             Excellent mellow crowd (what else would you expect?).  Well run.  Shot joints out of a canon.  A wonderful day and experience for those who enjoy cannabis, especially not having to hide it or pretend you don't have any when everyone knows attendees are smuggling it in anyway.             A great way to promote cannabis and help normalize it within the community.  And a fun event to be able to share with my boys, Bella and AJ.  Fun had by all.  SHOW No. 4:                    Not Fade Away                                                Track #24 (NOTE – this song is listed as Track #23 AND #24, be sure to use #24)                                                0:00 – end "Not Fade Away" is a song credited to Buddy Holly (originally under his first and middle names, Charles Hardin) and Norman Petty (although Petty's co-writing credit is likely to have been a formality[3]) and first recorded by Holly and his band, the Crickets. Holly and the Crickets recorded the song in Clovis, New Mexico, on May 27, 1957, the same day the song "Everyday" was recorded.[1] The rhythmic pattern of "Not Fade Away" is a variant of the Bo Diddley beat, "Not Fade Away" was originally released as the B-side of the hit single "Oh, Boy!" on 10.27.1957 and was included on the album The "Chirping" Crickets (1957). The Crickets' recording never charted as a single. In 2004, this song was ranked number 107 on Rolling Stone's list of "The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time". The song is closely associated with the Grateful Dead as one of their signature tunes—one which the band transformed from Holly's 1950s boy/girl romanticism to one reflecting the 1960s' more spiritual universal love. Their 1971 recording of the song is included on their second live album, Skull and Roses, paired with Going Down The Road Feeling Bad, a regular happening in the early ‘70's. Primarily a second set tune that used to show up in the second half of the second set after Drums-Space.  Beginning in 1983, the Dead began to play it as the second set closer, trailing off with “Love is real will not fade away” as they exited the stage.  A few years later, the Deadheads starting chanting the line as the Dead left the stage and in some cases, kept it up until the band reappeared for their encore, when the band would pick back up on the beat and play it for another minute or so before their encore tune, such as with this show.    Great example of the Deadheads making their mark on the show and the band being tuned in enough to play along with it.  Although sometimes if the Dead took too long to come out for the encore, the chanting would start to fade off.  And sometimes even when the chant made it all the way to the band's return on stage, the band would ignore it and just dive straight into their encore.  Fun when it all came together like this show. Played:  561 timesFirst:  February 19, 1969 at Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA, USALast:  July 5, 1995 at Riverport Amphitheatre in Maryland Heights, MO (St. Louis) OUTRO:                               The Mighty Quinn                                                Track #25                                                2:11 – 3:48 Bob Dylan wrote and first recorded the song in 1967 during the Basement Tapes sessions, but did not release a version for another three years.  The song's first release was in January 1968 as "Mighty Quinn" in a version by the British band Manfred Mann, from their album Mighty Garvey, and became a great success. A demo of 14 of the 1967 Basement Tapes recordings, including the first of two takes of "Quinn the Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn)", was produced in 1968, but was not intended for release. Recordings taken from the demos began appearing on bootlegs, starting with Great White Wonder,[7] a double-album bootleg that came out in July 1969. The first official release of the song was in 1970 on Dylan's Self Portrait album,[14] a live recording from 1969's Isle of Wight Festival. The live version (titled "The Mighty Quinn (Quinn the Eskimo)") was also selected in 1971 for the second compilation of Dylan's career, Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits Vol. II. Covered by:  the Hollies, Leon Russell and Phish, among others. Although they never played the song with Bob Dylan, the Grateful Dead started playing "The Mighty Quinn" in concert in 1985. It became a favorite encore among the Grateful Dead's fans, and remained so to the end of their career. Last verses, end with, “when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody's gonna want to doze” but the Deadheads heard it as “dose” and always gave it a big cheer. Played:  59 timesFirst:  December 30, 1985 at Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum Arena, Oakland, CA, USALast:  July 2, 1995 at Deer Creek Music Center, Noblesville, IN, USA  Shoutouts: Lary Vinocur – birthdayElena Mishkin – birthday .Produced by PodConx Deadhead Cannabis Show - https://podconx.com/podcasts/deadhead-cannabis-showLarry Mishkin - https://podconx.com/guests/larry-mishkinRob Hunt - https://podconx.com/guests/rob-huntJay Blakesberg - https://podconx.com/guests/jay-blakesbergSound Designed by Jamie Humiston - https://www.linkedin.com/in/jamie-humiston-91718b1b3/Recorded on Squadcast

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Dogma Debate
#691 - Good Golly Miss Smalley

Dogma Debate

Play Episode Listen Later May 27, 2024 97:23


David C. Smalley is back! He addresses his Mom's claims about Joe Biden and Donald Trump, and he brings the receipts, with help from Michael Regilio. More at dogmadebate.com

The Semi Pro Ducks Podcast
S8 Ep30: Semi Pro Feud s4e5: Good Golly Miss Holly

The Semi Pro Ducks Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 18, 2024 161:11


In this episode we squeeze what's left of The Juice jokes and investigate Holly Rowe's questionable past thanks to our friends at CougarBoard. Plus Pios, A's, Yotes, unemployment, and live betting the Kings and Warriors. Are you ready for some Feud??

Wholistically Speaking
Good Golly Great: What Are You Great At?

Wholistically Speaking

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 8, 2024 30:48


This is a question that has been brewing in me for months now. I knew the thought came because it was time for me to face it. I've written an article about this in my Substack, Just LaShanna. This episode is your beckon to ponder the greatness that needs to be awakened in you too. THIS is a must listen! Read the article at https://bit.ly/3PaFCvz

Drerawka
iSo20POD - "Good Golly Miss Dolly"

Drerawka

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 28, 2023 61:04


On this episode of The 'Isolation20 Podcast' Dre jumps into his Thanksgiving weekend including the Dolly Parton moment and did his father in-law set him up?  Dre talks about a comment that flustered him to the point where he thought about quitting. We jump into the 'Down In Front' segment finding out more about a possible Toy Story 5 and Netflix's Squid Game: Challenge.  In Sports news The Pac12 Championship is set and who will be the 2023 Heisman winner?  So much more to dive into on this episode.Thank you for listening! Follow us on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Youtube @DreRawka

Flight89
iSo20POD - "Good Golly Miss Dolly"

Flight89

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 28, 2023 61:04


On this episode of The 'Isolation20 Podcast' Dre jumps into his Thanksgiving weekend including the Dolly Parton moment and did his father in-law set him up?  Dre talks about a comment that flustered him to the point where he thought about quitting. We jump into the 'Down In Front' segment finding out more about a possible Toy Story 5 and Netflix's Squid Game: Challenge.  In Sports news The Pac12 Championship is set and who will be the 2023 Heisman winner?  So much more to dive into on this episode.Thank you for listening! Follow us on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Youtube @DreRawka

Queernundrum Podcast
Season 3 Episode 12 | Little Richard

Queernundrum Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 18, 2023 55:39


Little Richard, born Richard Wayne Penniman, in 1932 Georgia. He was a trailblazing musician, singer, and songwriter whose contributions to the world of music are immeasurable. He is often referred to as the "Architect of Rock 'n' Roll" due to his pioneering role in shaping the genre during its formative years in the 1950s.Richard's musical journey began at an early age. Growing up in a deeply religious family, he sang gospel music in church, developing a powerful and dynamic vocal style that would later become his trademark. In the mid-1950s, Little Richard burst onto the music scene with a string of hits that would forever change the landscape of popular music. His energetic, flamboyant stage presence and wild piano playing, combined with his unmistakable voice, created a unique and electrifying sound. His breakthrough came with the song "Tutti Frutti" in 1955, followed by classics like "Long Tall Sally," "Lucille," and "Good Golly, Miss Molly." These hits not only topped the charts but also had a profound influence on future generations of musicians.Little Richard's impact on the development of rock 'n' roll cannot be overstated. He helped bridge the gap between rhythm and blues and rock, infusing the genre with a frenetic energy and a sense of liberation. His gender-bending, flamboyant style challenged traditional notions of masculinity and sexuality in the conservative 1950s.Despite his groundbreaking success, Richard faced numerous challenges and struggles. He grappled with issues related to his sexuality and identity, ultimately identifying as gay, though he had a complex relationship with his own orientation due to societal norms of the era. His life also saw periods of substance abuse and financial troubles. However, his resilience and enduring love for music kept him in the spotlight.In the late 1950s, Little Richard experienced a religious conversion and withdrew from the music industry to become a preacher. He returned to recording and performing in subsequent years, often balancing his dual roles as a musician and a minister. This phase of his career saw him release gospel and spiritual music, reflecting his deep faith.Throughout his lifetime, Little Richard received numerous accolades and honors for his contributions to music. He was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1986, and his influence can be heard in the work of countless artists, including The Beatles, Elvis Presley, Prince, and David Bowie.Little Richard's impact extended beyond his music. He challenged racial segregation in the American South during the Jim Crow era by refusing to perform for segregated audiences. His actions contributed to breaking down racial barriers in the music industry, paving the way for future Black artists.News & notes:Hot Headlines: “Kansas to no longer change trans people's birth certificates to reflect gender identities” | “Tennessee elects its first transgender lawmaker” | “Alabama Public Library Service votes to create a list of inappropriate books for kids” Bands no, not those kind. More bans on LGBTQ:As another academic year gets underway, more school boards across the country are debating banning LGBTQ Pride flags, Two California school districts banned the display of LGBTQ pride flags Tuesday as organizations and municipalities move to limit flags on display, often citing the controversy around them. – USA Today The American Civil Liberties Union teamed up with the Gilbert Baker Foundation this year to create legal resources for communities across the country to fight...

Rock-n-Roll Autopsy
Did Little Richard's Good Golly, Miss Molly Kill Rock ‘n Roll?/Rock-n-Roll Autopsy: Ep. 89

Rock-n-Roll Autopsy

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 27, 2023 61:38


The boys test their knowledge of rock ‘n roll urban legends, marvel at Molly's bountiful ballin', and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Little Richard's 1956 barnstormer, “Good Golly, Miss Molly” --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/rocknrollautopsy/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/rocknrollautopsy/support

The Stand Up Guys
Episode 139: Good Golly Mr. Dalai

The Stand Up Guys

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 15, 2023 59:29


The guys talk about the controversy surrounding the Dalai Lama asking a young boy to suck his tongue, people buying sex dolls to use the express lane while driving, New York hiring a rat Czar to hunt rats in the city, the biggest human poop ever found, a man who stayed awake for 11 days, a man caught smuggling illegal dead bats that he was presumably going to sell, and seven bizarre instances of people getting injured or killed while having sex.

The Pleasure's All Yours
EP 34. Good Golly Miss Poly!

The Pleasure's All Yours

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 29, 2023 80:31


Hey Honey Bunches! On this episode, the gals have a very special guest on to talk all about Polyamory and what putting it into action looks like. As three people who identify on different ends of the non-monogamy scale- we discuss what non-monogamy means to us and how we can practice being ethical sluts! Follow our fabulous guest on Instagram: @byalexisjayde MUSIC: Privacy x Courtney Noir FOLLOW US:  IG/Youtube/TikTok: @allyourpleasures_ --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tpaypod/message

Instant Trivia
Episode 769 - Musical Rhyme Time - Books On Sports - Famous Ships - Bear Feat - Unauthorized Biographies

Instant Trivia

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 21, 2023 7:21


Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 769, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: Musical Rhyme Time 1: Completes the title of Little Richard's 1958 song "Good Golly...". Miss Molly. 2: Brian Hyland hit #1 in 1960 singing about this type of "yellow, polka-dot bikini". itsy bitsy teenie weenie. 3: In his first big hit, Roy Orbison claimed "Only" they "know how I feel". "The Lonely". 4: Freddy Cannon had a 1959 hit singing about this "Lassie". "Tallahassee Lassie". 5: Janis Joplin's only #1 song. "Me and Bobby McGee". Round 2. Category: Books On Sports 1: In "Deep Water Passage", Ann Linnea describes kayaking all the way around this largest Great Lake. Lake Superior. 2: This tennis star's memoir "Days of Grace" was published shortly after his death in February 1993. Arthur Ashe. 3: "Sir Charles" collects the wit and wisdom of this 1993 NBA MVP. Charles Barkley. 4: He wrote "The Tao of Jeet Kune Do" and starred in "Fists of Fury". Bruce Lee. 5: This one-time coach of the New England Patriots discusses leadership in "Finding a Way to Win". Bill Parcells. Round 3. Category: Famous Ships 1: Remember this ship that blew up in 1898? One inquiry said the cause of the explosion was a submarine mine. the Maine. 2: After striking a reef in 1989 it caused the largest oil spill in U.S. history. Exxon Valdez. 3: The Pearl Harbor memorial built above this sunken battleship was dedicated in 1962. the Arizona. 4: The ramains of this ship were found off Pitcairn Island in 1957. the Bounty. 5: Name shared by the 1st steamship to cross the Atlantic and the 1st nuclear-powered merchant ship. the Savannah. Round 4. Category: Bear Feat 1: At about 9 feet and 1,700 pounds, this large bear shares its name with an Alaskan island. Kodiak. 2: The Asiatic black bear also bears the beary nice name of these Indian mountains where it dwells. Himalayas. 3: Often named Bruin, this species is the most likely to be found in children's stories of Europe and Asia. Brown bear. 4: This smallest bear species bears the name of a heavenly object. Sun bear. 5: Spectacled bears are the only species found on this continent. South America. Round 5. Category: Unauthorized Biographies 1: A bio of Ms. Hewitt has this title, like an Erich Segal novel. "Love Story". 2: "Mmmbop to the Top" was the subtitle of a 1997 book on this group. Hanson. 3: This actor's life gets plenty of space in "Captain Quirk". William Shatner. 4: An unauthorized bio of Mark Wahlberg is titled "Don't Call Me" this. Marky Mark. 5: A bio of this producer of Broadway shows like "Hello, Dolly!" calls him "The Abominable Showman". David Merrick. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia! Special thanks to https://blog.feedspot.com/trivia_podcasts/

Steamy Stories Podcast
Life As A New Hire: part 9

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 25, 2022


Oh My God! All their clothes vanished. What was I to do?By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Living every moment like it is your last is less attractive tomorrow.(Still Wednesday)Katrina had left for wherever she snuck off to - I suggested to Aya it was a game room, Aya suggested it was as torture chamber - only to return when the next turn of the screws came. I was informed I had a visitor coming up by the name of Libra Chalmers plus a guest. Quickly enough they appeared. The guest turned out to be Brooke Lee.“Who are these two?” Aya glibly spoke as the two Vassar girls walked into the room.“Hello Libra,” I greeted my almost date from last night. “Hello Ms. Lee,” I said to Brooke.“It’s Brooke,” Brooke smiled at me - she was hungry and scenting around for something remarkably like me.“I’m happy to see you - oh - this is my guardian and protector, Aya Ruger,” I made the introductions. “No lie, Aya has been keeping up with my workload while I’ve been on ‘light’ duty. Aya, this is Libra Chalmers and Brooke Lee, both from Vassar College. Brooke is Trent’s friend and Libra had mercy on me Tuesday night and kept me from being a 'fifth’ wheel.”“I’m actually Trent’s fiancé,” Brooke corrected.“Fascinating,” I lied. Oh fuck, that was NOT good.“Cool. I’m happy to see the both of you, but what brings you to my office today?” I continued.“Well, I showed up to ask for Trent and Libra asked for you,” Brooke gave a sly smile.“The thing was,” Libra picked up the tale, “they were looking up Trent, but the front desk knew exactly who and where you were - so we came here first.” My mind was busily working out how to pull Aya aside to give her a friendly warning when Katrina waltzed in.“Ladies, this is my boss, Katrina Love, Head of Executive Services for Havenstone,” I plastered a smile on my face.“Katrina, this is Brooke Lee and Libra Chalmers. I met them Tuesday night,” I kept things simple. Doom was impatient.“Brooke is Trent’s fiancé,” Aya chimed in gleefully. She wasn’t being malicious. She just didn’t know any better. Katrina had been in the process of giving some congenial nods.She stopped and turned on a dime. Damn it.“Really?” Katrina’s interest was piqued.“Yes,” Brooke beamed. She brandished her engagement ring in Katrina’s face. Better yet, Katrina 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed then spun on me.“Cáel, I didn’t know Trent was engaged,” Katrina pierced me with those lethal ocular devices.“Yeah, I bet you didn’t,” I groaned. “I only found out a moment ago.” Trent had lied on his dating survey - slash application to Havenstone. They kinda/sorta made damn sure we had no external female attachments. It meant less bodies to dispose of if things went wrong.I couldn’t understand how they missed it then a curious custom/lifeline reared its ugly head.“Brooke, that’s your 'promise’ ring, right?” I probed. “I’m sure Trent would get you a bigger rock for the actual engagement.”“Yes,” Brooke confirmed. “We’ve decided to make the official engagement when our families take the Christmas Holiday at Hilton Head.”How could I express to Brooke that Christmas with Trent at Hilton Head was a rapidly vanishing dream? Katrina resumed her stroll to her desk.“Katrina,” I started my appeal. My argument was going to be that 'promise’ rings didn’t really count even though I knew her omission on his survey/application was bad enough already. Brian was different. If he chose to 'follow his career’, she’d shed the prerequisite 17 tears and happily get on with her life. Girls like Brooke came looking and that wouldn’t do.“No,” Katrina didn’t even turn around. When she got to her desk, the phone calls began. Brooke was starting to realize something had happened. I gained a level of importance that extended beyond my bedroom sexpertise.“Cáel, is something wrong?” Libra took my hand in hers.“Trent may have neglected to mention some things during his job interview,” I explained.“Like?” Libra was getting concerned.“Like the existence of Brooke,” I answered. See, if Trent had written down his acquaintance to Brooke, Havenstone would have investigated her in the same way they investigated my mentor, Dr. Kimberly Geisler. She had admitted to the length, depth and termination of our affair.The issue of her teaching me anything besides sex had never come up.“What?” Brooke grew indignant. Not with Trent, but with me. See, I was still a peon in her eyes and casting dispersions on her guy, who she knew and trusted.“Brooke,” I sighed, “did any Havenstone personnel talk to you about Trent?”“No,” she admitted.“Every single woman I was ever with was questioned about me and my relationship to them,” I explained. “Trust me; that was a really long list.” Libra had the answer to that confusion. She pulled out her phone and got a busy signal - that would be Havenstone’ now-active jamming devices.“What’s the number?” I asked Libra. She was momentarily annoyed - then suspicion kicked in. She gave me the number. Caller ID indicated it was Marla, Libra’s sister. I gave the phone up.“Marla,” Libra began, “did anyone from Havenstone Commercial Investments ever talk to you about Cáel?”“Ummm, is he in trouble because of what I said?” Marla asked.“What did you say?” Libra eyed me.“I said he was a total asshole who broke my heart and given the opportunity I wouldn’t mind watching he die a painful death,” she confessed. “Only later did I realize I missed him and felt sorry about what I said.”“Do you know if they talked to any of his other former girlfriends?” Libra inquired.“I am absolutely sure they talked to at least one other person,” Marla mumbled. Her Aunt.“Who? I need to talk to them,” Libra continued.“That wouldn’t be wise,” Marla responded. “Suffice it to say they didn’t give a glowing review either.” Libra hung up and gave me back my phone.“Cáel, do you have a problem with women?” Brooke glowered at me.“Yes, there are so many of them,” I shrugged. “That seems to be my main issue.”“Cáel, how many women have you been with?” Libra mused.“Around 200,” I acceded.“200! Holy Shit!” Libra gasped. Out of the blue,“Of those, how many have dumped you for cheating only to come back to you later?” Katrina postulated.“Around 40,” I recalled.“That’s my Daddy!” Aya crowed proudly.“What?” Brooke boggled.“Not what you think!” I insisted. “Not what you think!”“Aya is my niece,” Katrina explained. “Cáel is not her biological father. He is her friend, paternal guide and guardian.”“Aya and I are in negotiations about me eventually marrying her mother, but I have assured her that is years and years off,” I added.“Cáel is not my real Daddy,” Aya clarified. “He lets me pretend that he is.”“Besides Cáel, does that 200 include the past month?” Katrina diverted the conversation.“Well…200 as in closer to 200 than 300,” I grinned weakly.“How did you graduate?” Libra followed along.“I have a lot of stamina,” I pointed out. Tessa Carmichael glided into the room.“Brooke Lee?” she greeted the not-here-for-me girl.“Yes? Do I know you?” Brooke was getting nervous and snippy.“I’m Tessa Carmichael, Director of Human Resources for Havenstone. I handled the final interview process for Trent Grant,” she smiled with deceptive warmth. She was furious. I could tell, having a long history with women in such moods.“Is that Lee - L-E-E?” Tessa continued.“Yes, what is this about?” Brooke persisted.“You and Mr. Grant are in a long term relationship?” Tessa asked next.“Answer my question,” Brooke snapped. Thankfully Tessa wasn’t Elsa.“Trent lied on both his initial application and then twice in the interview process,” Tessa relayed calmly.“About dating me?” Brooke was confused.“We will explain in a moment,” Tessa smiled and patted Brooke on the upper arm.Brooke and Libra were more poised than I believed was warranted. Suddenly, I peeled back eleven days of experience and realized they assumed that Aya’s presence was some sort of armor against violence. Whoops. Olympia Shore entered the room followed by Trent. Bright yet careless, he immediately clued in on the crisis.“Brooke…” Trent mumbled. Olympia shut the door once Trent was too far inside to run.“Trent, what is going on? They say you didn’t list me as an acquaintance and somehow that’s important,” Brooke grumbled.“I - um - I can explain,” Trent was addressing…the room?“Be at peace, Trent,” Tessa took over. This was her job and her fuck-up. “We only need your assurance that your relationship with Ms. Lee was terminated before you signed your contract with Havenstone Commercial Investments.” Trent was looking for the right answer that would make everyone happy, but there wasn’t one.Had he warned me yesterday that Brooke was his lady, I could have warned Brooke to NEVER come here. Trent hadn’t done that because it would have necessitated him explaining to Brooke that he had denied her existence in order to get a cushy job. Trent had deluded himself into thinking he could have it both ways, probably because lying had always worked before.“I think there has been a misunderstanding,” Trent began. The most important thing in the world to Trent was Trent and he could outfox these backwoods feminists. “I am willing to submit my resignation immediately over this unfortunate mistake.” That was a feint. Sadly, the important ladies had zero faith in his words and had already decided his fate. Moron.“All we need is for you to verify your relationship, Trent,” Tessa remained congenial.“I said I will quit,” Trent asserted. Trent was probably curious why his concession wasn’t working the way he’d planned.“It is not that simple,” Tessa sighed. “You see, when you submitted your final work contract, numerous people co-signed your accounting of events. These people will now be subject to severe criminal, financial and civil penalties.”“What?” Trent gulped. “What do you mean?”“Trent, we gave you a substantial signing bonus plus benefits and salary. Those people who verified your application are liable for fraud. That would be two of your professors, the Dean of the School of Economics at Carnegie-Mellon, your father, uncle, both the current and previous fraternity presidents and a State Senator.”“You can’t…that won’t fly. My family and those organizations have lawyers and they’ll fight this in the courts for years,” Trent rallied.“Because they all want fraud cases hanging over their heads,” Tessa looked at Trent as if he was an unruly schoolboy. “You, of all people, should appreciate how aggressive our Financial Investigative department can be.”“They are going to crawl over all the finances of everyone who we bring suit against. It will be a very public fight that we will gladly bring to the press. Professors will lose their jobs, election campaigns opened to public scrutiny and your personal banking - and everyone they have financial ties to - will be equally targeted.”“If you want, your termination papers are on the way. We have already contacted Legal, who are preparing briefs to file with the District, State and Federal Courts,” Katrina simmered.“Trent,” Tessa closed in for the kill, “if you state to us here and now that you are not now in, or plan to pursue a relationship with Ms. Brooke Lee, we can keep this indiscretion in-house.”That was the crux of the matter. At this point Felix and I would have fallen on our swords, admitted to the lie and stood by the lady. Felix was an asshole, but he was a 'face the world on his own terms’ asshole. I admired that about him. Brian and Khalid would have evaded, leaving Brooke to swing in the breeze, because that was the kind of men they were - they had a Life Plan and no silly emotional attachment was going to slow them down.Trent proved to be the latter type of 'man’.“I decided to not continue a romantic entanglement with Brooke some time ago,” he blatantly lied. The sharks in the room nodded politely. Brooke’s mouth opened in outrage. Libra was rallying to Brooke and I was rallying to them both.“Look, it is a 'promise ring’, not an engagement ring,” Trent created excuses. My arm wrapped around Brooke constricted painfully enough to distract her from Trent’s cowardice so she focused on me.“Wait,” I whispered. “Please wait.” My eyes must have projected my warning of caution.“So,” Tessa nodded sagely. “Your romantic relationship with Ms. Lee ended some time ago - say a year - and you were so past the relationship you forgot to include it on your list critically important people to be interviewed; the list you created and your sponsors signed off on.” Run, Trent! Sense the trap and make a break for the door. Go down swinging like a man!“Yes,” Trent gratefully agreed. Chicken-shit. What mattered here was Trent, followed distantly by Trent’s family name, buddies and academic mentors. I was willing to bet it was facing his family’s disappointment was the deciding factor for Khalid. Sure, he had an ego. We all did, but Khalid was equally proud of his parentage and racial background.He’d even had an ancestor in the 54th Massachusetts regiment in the Civil War. His ego had gotten him in trouble and he’d taken responsibility. Poor bastard. The girl was irrelevant. He’d have gladly bought his way out of the trouble if he could. Havenstone knew his weaknesses and dialed up the pressure until he acquiesced.“Trent!” Brooke squawked. Trent got points for hutzpah.“Brooke,” he patiently regarded his discarded baggage, “it has been over for some time. College is over and I let you know we had to move on. Please, it is time for you to let go.” Brooke’s mouth fell open and a tear streaked down her eye.“So Trent, Ms. Brooke Lee’s absence was more a matter of a well-established emotional detachment, not a personal oversight. We believe you,” Olympia agreed.“That would be correct,” Trent jumped on the life preserver offered by his boss.“I disagree,” Katrina stood up angrily. Nice acting. I would have believed it if I hadn’t already figured out the script.“Katrina, Trent is an indispensable member of MY team and his progression is something I am paying close attention to,” Olympia protected her body-shaped sperm dispenser.“No,” Tessa joined the attack.“I’ll take responsibility for this,” Olympia challenged her associates. “I’ll have Trent relocated to our East Asian section so he’ll no longer be a worry for you two.”They even used the word 'relocate’ and Trent was still grinning like a Christmas Elf on the 26th of December. Idiot.“Trent, how about we get you out of this poisonous atmosphere for a year, or two, and move you to a place where you can shine?” Olympia asked her victim.“That would be great, Olympia,” Trent’s relief came through. Cowardly, selfish shmuck.“Well, this meeting is over,” Olympia declared. She took Trent by the arm and led him out of Katrina’s office. I resisted the impulse to request Trent tell Khalid 'hello’ for me. Brooke turned to Libra, leaned into her and started sobbing.Why all the drama? Now Brooke and Libra, outsiders and long term associates of the vanished, could testify that Trent WILLINGLY threw himself off the face of the Earth. Khalid’s relocation might someday be a problem. No one would come looking for Trent after Brooke and Libra got done with him socially - and it was all self-inflicted, the ignoramus.It was all about loyalty here at Havenstone. My steadfast loyalty to Katrina, paid for in blood, was why I was still running around with the knowledge I possessed. For all my numerous, obvious flaws, there was a sliver of my personality they could identify with. Stepping in front of Leona wasn’t solely a matter of bravery.They acknowledged I was brave for doing it, yet the factor that mattered to them was that my bravery’s source was my loyalty to Katrina and her house. No one assumed I was suicidal - there was confidence that Tessa and Katrina would have screened for that, even though the majority of the Amazons didn’t like what they were doing.Khalid had let his balls outweigh his reason. Trent hadn’t shown physical cowardice; he was probably martially proficient. His flaw was a weakness of character. He saw every organization as nothing more than a vehicle for his personal advancement. In the rest of corporate civilization, that wasn’t so bad, but he wasn’t in the sane, morally-compromising, big business world.He was in Havenstone. They tossed a truckload of money his way, lured him away from other promising offers to reel him - all of us - in. They expected honesty (from us lowly males), loyalty to their company and devotion to their cause even though they had no intention of telling us what it was for some time. Fair - it wasn’t.“Katrina?” I got my boss’s attention.“Take the rest of the day off, Cáel,” Katrina responded. “Aya, you will be staying with me tonight. Cáel you need to be at Medical 11:00 pm.”“Thanks Katrina,” I nodded her way. I retrieved my crutches, gave Aya a kiss on the top of her head, another on her forehead, sealed with her hug.By the time we reached the elevator, Brooke was transforming from shell-shocked to righteously pissed. HE (whose name it wasn’t safe to mention) had the temerity to dump HER. She was going to socially BBQ his ass with the hidden benefit that ole Trent was about to be incommunicado for the next few months.“Cáel, what just happened?” Libra asked softly. “Who do you really work for?” Suddenly that little 'corporate confidentiality’ discussion I had with Trent had a new, sinister implication.“That bastard dumped me in front of a bunch of strangers!” Brooke seethed. If there was any doubt, I am a bastard too.“It was worse than that,” I consoled Brooke. “He lied about your intimacy so he could get this job.” I didn’t bring up the crap I went through because I didn’t matter in her world.“Did you lie about anything?” Libra asked.“I didn’t describe any of my relationships, but I did list everyone I had contact with,” I answered.“Why would they do something so bizarre?” Libra hugged Brooke.“I haven’t seen inside the minds of Human Resources, yet I get the feeling that Havenstone is a very closed system. Personal loyalty, honesty and accountability all rate highly with them. Havenstone doesn’t worry about personal embarrassment. The only people who are going to know are their staff and they don’t use such things in inter-office politics,” I explained.“How did you get a job here anyway?” Brooke snapped. She meant was, how did a knuckle-dragger like me get the same business opportunity as Brian, Felix, Khalid and Trent? She was lashing out in anger at the closest male - my background and name were irrelevant. I had nailed girls like this all the time. Anger leads to poor decision making which leads to her hectic hunt for her clothes in my domicile sometime after us having sex.“I proved to be just as good, if not better, than every other candidate,” I glared right back. Brooke didn’t want me apologetic, joking, or silent. She wanted me to be a strong, solid and unyielding. Why? Trent had just shattered the bedrock of her future and she was desperately seeking any foundation to set down on. It could be temporary, but had to be quick.“I don’t see how that is possible,” Brooke glared. Brooke was used to being pampered and catered to. It was her birthright.“That’s the difference between you and me, Brooke,” I met her stare. By Brooke, I meant Trent and we both knew it.“I have fought for everything I’ve earned and if I’ve learned anything it is to appreciate my good fortune.” Meaning women. The supposition was that I would never have undervalued, or abandoned, a woman as wonderful and complete as Brooke. I could see the mathematical calculations going on behind Brooke’s eyes.She was working out how many drinks she’d have to take before she could justify to the rest of the world she was drunk when I fucked her…while she got to full enjoy the experience. Oh…was I with Libra? Not only can guys not trust me with their girlfriends, girlfriends can’t trust their girl friends around me either.I’ve had girlfriend’s roommates invite me over to rendezvous with my girl only to discover my girl was busy…but the roommate wasn’t. Maybe I’m not a pig. Maybe I’m an amoeba - thoughtless and all-devouring.“Let’s go out for some drinks,” Libra suggested. Oh, I was having a three-way. Wait!“Maybe you could call Marla?” I looked to Libra. “Honestly, I don’t know either of you that well and she could help fill in some of the gaps?” Translation: Can we please make this a four-way?“Good idea,” Libra blushed slightly. Yay me! It turned out that Marla could be with us in an hour.The bar scene was dead - it wasn’t even five pm yet - so Libra put in an order for some liquor from a delivery service - huh? Libra asked me what I wanted to drink. I said I only drank moonshine, or, if that wasn’t available, turpentine. She promised me some aged Scotch. Libra and I sat patiently in the taxi ride to Libra’s place as Brooke bitched endlessly.I think what impressed Libra the most was my ability to engage Brooke successfully while she spat venom over the entire spectrum of all things 'Trent’. Men, college, Carnegie-Mellon, fraternities…Brooke heatedly ask if I was a frat-boy. I inquired if Beer Drinking Clubs counted and she chuckled. She jumped right back to the 'bitchy’, but we’d crested the wave.We three were working through the uncertain status of who would/should do what to who as we sat around Libra’s apartment. Added to that was Libra and Brooke using every tentacle of social media to castrate and castigate Trent. Trent made some half-assed counterattacks (he was on his way to the airport), his 'bros’ rallied to his cause, Brooke’s sorority rallied to hers, and billions of electrons died for no real purpose except to feed two people’s impassioned egos.“Cáel, could you get the door?” Libra requested. Since the two ladies were going full-blown agro on their phones and I was merely crippled, I hobbled to the door of Libra’s posh crib. It was Marla. I opened the door and her eyes rounded in surprise.“Cáel,” she mumbled. Her eyes flicked down, took in my bulge, my limp then followed me inside.“Is the leg - okay?” Marla asked. Libra waved while she kept talking. Brooke didn’t even do that much. I doubted Marla wanted an in-depth medical report.“It’s strong enough,” I grinned hungrily. That’s what she wanted to know.“Good,” she exhaled happily. She dropped her bag, leapt on me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms linked behind my head and her tongue darted into my mouth to play with mine.I staggered back while my hands cupped each of Marla’s jean-clad ass cheeks and began to knead them. Her crotch throbbed against my hard-on. Marla was quickly making these precious little throttled moaning noises heralding her sexual need. I was peripherally aware of the conversation in the room dying down.“I want to fuck,” Marla panted. Misinterpreting that was nearly impossible. Cleverly, I had done an earlier reconnaissance, spotted the bedroom while pretending to look for the bathroom. There was also a nice sofa in the entertainment room, just in case, plus the kitchen counter was at a fuckable level. I turned and limped to Libra’s bedroom carrying an encircling Marla.Since I wanted to fuck all three, I didn’t bother kicking the door shut. Erotic sound effects were fine. Leaving the door open was a magnet to their voyeuristic carnality. Soaking up Marla undressing was a cornucopia of information too. She wanted aggressive coitus, was soaking wet from masturbating on the drive down, and was expecting my ultimate effort.This was a combination of 'I’m lonely and it is your fault’ sex and 'make-up’ sex. I stole a glance at Libra’s bedside clock. Marla jumped backwards onto the middle of the king-sized bed. I pursued her as rapidly as my wound would allow. This didn’t even take a Year One effort from me. I pushed her down, she kissed the hell out of me, hands grasping my ears, and I sent my fingers after her pussy.My two fingers had trouble in their penetration - she’d been abstaining from sex for a while. I managed to scoop out some juices and rub them all over her clitoris. I really do have a gift for memorizing the sexual details of every woman I’ve encountered. It is a real pity there isn’t a Nobel Prize for that. There should be.At 58 seconds, Marla howled. She always had good lungs. I followed that up by pushing her arms over her head while she was still coming down from her climax. I rained down butterfly kisses on her triceps, just how she liked it. She was humping up against me and whining piteously as I kept working her over.“Cáel,” she moaned. “Fuck me, fuck me, I’ve missed you so much.” What can I say? A buddy once suggested that if I was less exciting in the bedroom, my ex’s might not hurt me so much. I laughed and asked him 'that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun now would it?’ I’m an idiot. Wait, let’s change it up - I am a passionate masochist.“Not yet, Marla,” I kissed her.“No,” she wailed. “Fuck me then we can do that…please?”“Do you forgive me?” I teased her. Marla bit her lip and looked away. She was still humping away like a bunny.“No,” she whispered.“You don’t have to,” I murmured. “Condom.” I worked down her body, getting a nice face full of her muff while I blindly sought out my pants, retrieved a line of condoms - I was really shocked to learn that most guys don’t walk around with ten at a time - tore one packet open and slipped it on.I do the 'one handed condom blindfolded’ act a lot - a whole lot. I rocketed back up her body, hooking her left leg as I rammed straight at her womb. Marla howled, first in surprise and pain then in orgasm number two. Marla was missing me far more than I had anticipated. She was so freaking sensitive. As her vibrations died down, I rolled us over so that Marla was on top.“Oh fuck yeah,” she panted. “Better than I remembered.”“Marla, are you okay?” Libra inquired from just out of sight. Marla began her rendition of bull-riding on my lap.“Ah - ah - ah - I’m so wonderful,” Marla laughed. “Thanks for finding Cáel for me. God, I’ve missed this dick.”“I didn’t find him for you, Little Sister,” Libra griped. “He’s my date.” Now I was a date.“Who - who do you - like better - Cáel?” Marla panted. I began strumming her clit.“I’ve never slept with Libra, Marla,” I informed her. I didn’t want to touch the word 'comparison’. If I was that callous, I might miss this chance to fuck Brooke. Libra was a given.That wasn’t my ego talking. If you want to nail an older sister, nail her younger sister. Marla’s antics were simply adding the audio-visual aids to make all of this a foregone conclusion.“Sorry,” Marla kept riding me hard while looking over her shoulder. “I found him first. He’s mine.” I used her distraction to put my other hand on her right nipple and massage it.Marla’s nipples didn’t need much biting, or even sucking. They were lively all on their own.“But you dumped him,” Libra strode into the room. Brooke stood in the door. “So he’s fair game.” Before you insult my masculinity for lying there and being treated like property by three stuck-up babes, do remember I was definitely fucking them all before eleven o'clock tonight.You go be He-man if you like. By soaking up a few irrelevant insults, I was going to exceed 300 fantastic ladies before the Amazons killed me and I was still going to go out like a true male of the species. Better yet -“We are making up,” Marla insisted.“Marla, hold on,” I intervened. “We aren’t here so I can fix things with you.” During the 'make up’ period, take the blame for the failure of the relationship - that leads you to sex, trust me. “Trent turned out to be a total Tool. He dumped Brooke instead of manning up and admitting he’d lied on his application. It’s only a damn job and there thousands out there. What a shmuck.”Balancing act time. I wasn’t one of 'them’ so insulting one of their social class was a dicey endeavor. You counter that with the fact that Trent had behaved like a douche, Brooke wanted the whole damn world to know she was a prize worth fighting for and finally doubling-down on Trent not being a man worthy of her affections. Low and behold, there was a man in front of her willing to prove that Trent wasn’t a real man - me!“I don’t want to have sex with you,” Brooke declared while enthralled with Marla’s buttocks bouncing up and down on my cock, which was visible half the time. Marla tossing her head around in the throes of passion was a nice touch. Between her gyrations, vaginal and clitoral stimulation and her nipple coaxing, Marla let out a soprano high note that damn near ruptured my inner ears.My current paramour collapsed on my chest. Libra came over and sat on the bed, level with my chest. Brooke was now halfway in the room - definitely convinced she wasn’t having sex with me while rubbing her tingling thighs together and certainly not getting wet. (Yeah, right.)“Mmmm,” Marla sighed. “You are the best guy I’ve ever been with, Cáel.”“Why in the hell did I ever screw us up?” I groaned. I knew why. Her aunt was sexy. I was lucky Marla never caught me banging any of the customers/other girlfriends in her shop. I repeat, girls love it when you take the blame. Brooke especially was getting into it. Marla was living proof I was emotionally unhealthy to hang around. To get around that, I had to be a bit of a sap.“Me neither,” Marla kissed my chest.“What did he do?” Libra pressed her sister. At this point, outrage is a good thing. See, this clears the board of any unanswered questions that can be deal-killers later.“He slept with Aunt Jeannine,” Marla kept raining down little kisses on me.“What!” Libra howled. “Why didn’t you say anything before now? Cáel, did you put my aunt down on your little sex survey?” Bringing out the broom.“It was too painful,” Marla started licking up my/our sweat off my chest. She was hiding her pain well.“Yes, I put her down on the application. Honesty is important in any relationship,” I gave Libra sad eyes. Honesty? From me? I can’t recall all the times I’ve looked into a girlfriend’s tearful gaze and said 'No, I’m not seeing anyone else. I only have eyes for you.’ I learned that 'only have eyes for you’ was a nice add-on when I turned 19. Hell, I’ve used those lines on three different girls in one night.What can I say? I wanted to keep having sex with them.“If you were seeing Marla, why did you sleep with Aunt Jeannine?” Libra groaned.“I was bitter, angry and self-destructive,” I 'confessed’. No, I was horny and she was a gorgeous, accessible Milf. Somewhere in the de-clothing process she threw out there that Uncle Whomever might be cheating on her. Worked for me.“Do you regret that now?” Libra asked.“Would you cheat on her again?” Brooke seethed.“I regretted when I hit on Jeannine,” I admitted. “Marla didn’t deserve that.” Marla purred like a cute, happy kitten. “Would I cheat this time?” I let that hang out there.“Yes…yes I would and that’s why I don’t want to give Marla and me another try until I’m a somewhat more reliable lover for her,” I sighed.“But why!” Brooke screamed. She was starting to cry - again.“I’m me, Brooke,” I shrugged. “Not only can I not say 'no’, I can rarely say 'maybe later’.”Humor, blame acceptance (I’m a dog) and yet 'not my fault because slutty girls hit on me’.“How can men be so heartless?” Brooke choked back another sob.“There are good guys out there,” I assured Brooke. Libra edged closer. Brooke moved to the edge of the bed. I reached behind my back, grabbed a pillow and put it on my lap.See, by covering up my crotch I was being considerate of Brooke’s sensibilities, proving, despite EVERY other piece of evidence indicating I was out for sex, I was only here for moral support.“You approached your relationship with honesty and clear intentions. Trent wanted nothing more than to use you to pad his portfolio,” I continued.“Face it, you’re beautiful, smart, cultured and have the best education,” I said. I hadn’t a clue how good Vassar was, or how well Brooke had done there. Also, call attractive women beautiful; they like the boost. Call beautiful women smart; it is not a complement they normally get. “You were the perfect choice.” Brooke was eating it up.“I’m not the perfect choice?” Libra nudged me.“You are from New England, Libra. Trent is from New York and was looking for a Southern girl to make himself look more cosmopolitan,” I appeared deeply serious. That bit was total bullshit. I had no clue about the geopolitics of the top 1%.As far as I knew about Trent, he was already too inbred with all the New York families, so a girl from Virginia was a safe bet for children with the appropriate number of fingers and toes. To be fair, Brooke was better looking than Libra, or Marla, but nothing short of torture would make me say that.“Yeah,” Libra mused, “Trent was always so superficial about that - but never in front of you Brooke,” she added.“I hate that I’m only finding all these horrible things about him now,” Brooke screwed up her face. She sat on the bed, was clearly uncomfortable - with the comforter - and then pushed farther onto the bed until she was next to my strategically placed pillow. Whatever animal I am identified with, the general consensus is that I’m a terribly lucky member of the breed.Marla spotted Brooke’s move and decided that a little bit of demarcation was in order. She snaked a hand und the pillow and began stroking my phallus. Marla was my bed-buddy. We had a history. She was also the youngest and the little sister of one of the other combatants. Rich, pretty, petty girls don’t share well - why should they?The doorbell rang. That would be the liquor store that made home deliveries…I had clearly been living in the wrong part of the world most of my life.“Marla, go get the door,” Libra commanded. “It is a delivery.”“Why?” Marla protested. “I’m the only one naked.” What was I then? Wearing a pillow?“Consider it a tip for the delivery boy,” Libra teased her sister wickedly. “Or, would you rather stay in a hotel tonight?” Marla muttered 'bitch’ as she slipped to the foot of the bed then left. It was time to hasten the undressing process.“I need to go to the bathroom and…clean up,” I told Libra.“Right around the corner,” she smiled. I brushed against Brooke as I left, pillow in place, and limped down the hall. The delivery boy wasn’t a problem. It was a girl, around 160 cm and 44 kg - a little thing with a hand truck and a case of whatever.“Hi,” she waved shyly.I had to wonder why she wasn’t more freaked out about a man wearing a pillow edging out of one room and down the hall. The look I was getting wasn’t your normal reaction. I felt really bad for myself that I’d never get promoted to a lifestyle what would allow this thing to be common place. Wait - my cock had something to say; reality and cranium be damned.“Hey Sexy,” I smiled at her. “When do you get off work?”“Dammit Cáel, I’m standing right here!” Marla snapped. The girl looked from the naked chick who was signing for the order then back to me - the almost naked guy.“Ah…this might not be a good time,” the deliver girl hesitated.“I know this looks bad, but nothing is going on. I have a girl who is a friend and her guy dumped her today so we’re just doing a little commiserating,” I perjured myself.“I didn’t drive like a maniac down here for only one round of sex, Mister,” Marla announced.“Oh - okay then,” she turned to Marla. “I’m sorry about your break up…Ms. Chalmers.”“Ms. Chalmers is my sister,” Marla stared at the girl somewhat impatiently.“Well then, I’m sorry for your sister’s unfortunate romantic entanglement,” the girl backpedaled.“My sister didn’t get dumped. It was her best friend, Brooke,” Marla explained.The service girl looked back at me, somewhat in awe.“How many women do you have back there?” she motioned to the bedroom.“Two,” shouted Libra. “Now give me my tequila. I want to be drunk before I fuck this guy.”“Aaahhh,” Delivery girl looked even more confounded. “Is there a problem?”“Ah, no. I’m simply not in their social class…and I sort took her little sister’s virginity,” I said.“That would be me,” Marla glared at the plebian - the one who wasn’t me.“And her aunt,” I completed.“At the same time?” the girl gasped.“No…” my interest was piqued by that vision though.“No!” yelled Marla. “He’s fucking me - again, and my sister and her best friend tonight. Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?” she stared at the working stiff.“You don’t look like the average boy-toy,” D-Girl was clearly taunting Marla now.“I’m not. I’m property of a tribe of Amazons who use me for target practice,” I joked. Oddly enough, it was the truth but I didn’t expect her to believe that. “These are just some chicks I met at a bar - expect for Marla. I met her at college where she schooled me to a whole new level of ecstasy.” That made Marla smug and happy.“You - go,” Marla barked to D-Girl. “Where are you going?” she questioned me.“I need to go to the bathroom,” I told her.“Fine, but don’t go jumping out of the window like you did last time I saw you,” Marla warned me.“Wow…we are on the seventeenth floor,” I sighed. “I really don’t want you to scream and throw books at me yet I think plummeting to my death would still be my primary concern.”“Fine,” D-Girl shrugged. “I’m going.” She rolled her hand-truck to the door. Before Marla could shut it. “Nice to meet you…” Having a rather unique name rocks. I’ve been warned that come Paternity Suit time, it won’t be nearly so cool.“Cáel Nyilas,” I waved good-bye. “N-Y-I-L-A-S.” Marla slammed the door shut then put her back to it.“You are reprehensible,” she gave me the sultriest purr. Yeah, I was a bad, bad boy and those three were going to spank me with their kitties to put me in my place. Life can be thankless, demanding and unrewarding at times…I’m sure that will happen to me eventually. I stumped off to the bathroom, dropped my (unused) rubber in the trash, washed up, didn’t find lube but massage oil would do for tonight and returned to the bedroom.Oh my God! All their clothes had fallen off! What was I to do? Libra was in the middle, Brooke was closest to me, and Marla was unhappily on the far side of Libra. All were resting their upper backs and heads against the headboard. Brooke was drinking 'my’ Scotch, Libra had her tequila, leaving Marla with a Bordeaux.I put the pillow down by the foot of the bed, slipping my oily lubricant underneath the pillow. That was for later. I crawled/pulled myself up the middle. Libra was polite, if not sincere.“Take care of Brooke first,” Libra said.“I’d rather show her some things and let her decide what she likes,” I countered.Yes. I was telling Libra I was going to use her body as a surrogate fuck-toy to amuse her friend and by the look in her eyes, she was all for it.“I really don’t want to have sex right now anyway,” Brooke lied. In sex, only the top lips lie. An un-coaxed vagina glistening with arousal is about as honest a plea for sex there is.I deftly slipped on my next condom before 'tripping’ and landing my chin on Libra’s stomach.“Whoops,” I grinned at her. She gave me a famished look. “Well, since I’m here,” I eyebrow-pumped. My body backed up enough so that I was even with her labia. Keeping eye contact with Libra, I took my first tongue stab - rolling the tongue and penetrating her vagina like a mini-cock. Her lips parted and her chest inhaled deeply.Marla moaned wantonly, inspired by previous encounters with me. I didn’t let myself be distracted. This was Libra’s place, we all where here at her sufferance and Brooke had foisted me on her so now I was 'her’ guy. By girl-logic, that meant she went first and I better let everyone know she was first. All of this ignored me and Marla’s earlier romp of course.Libra was a naughty little slut. She tried to hide her hot spots from me using distractions and deceptions. It took me five minutes to figure out her game. Then I waited for the right moment.“I thought you said this guy was good, Maaaaaaa!!” Libra wailed to Marla. Libra was a clit-nibbler. I took that proffered bit of delicate femininity and made it my bitch.In the first few seconds I had realized Libra was an anal virgin. A few seconds after I ambushed her I decided to do something about that. Brooke being an anal virgin was a no-brainer. Neither woman was 'that’ kind of woman and they’d given Marla a tough time because of it - or so I imagined. I worked a third finger into her snatch. Libra was vocally expressive somewhat similar to her sister…and aunt.When I slipped one finger past her sphincter, Libra whelped then whimpered. She was far too busy building up to her climax to protest. She did tilt her head so that we could make eye contact again. She wanted to form the words to make me stop, but the pleasure robbed her of the necessary concentration.Libra’s fists balled up in the comforter, her head rolled back and she began escalating to her own operatic concerto. Man, I loved these Chalmers’s women and their arias.“What was that?” Brooke shook the amorously frayed Libra.“That was an orgasm,” Marla snickered. “I warned you that Cáel punched all my buttons.”“Libra, have you been faking it all these years?” Brooke gasped.“Mmmm…yeah - I guess I have,” Libra panted. “That was niccccce,” she murmured. “Cáel, do it again.”“No way,” Brooke grabbed my arm. “It is my turn!” So much for not wanting to have sex with me.Libra made a feeble effort to keep me in place. Brooke was insistent. I didn’t let her pull me into her lap, instead falling fully upon her body. She was momentarily put off by the scent of Libra’s cunt juices on my face, but quickly came around. We were kissing and licking each other’s faces in no time.The Scotch was good. I could taste it on her lips and inhaled it with her breath. I slipped into her vagina with minimal effort and no resistance. Trent had been getting the job done in the bedroom. That didn’t stop him from being a dunce and misusing Brooke. Slowly, as I kept easing in and out of her, Brooke began squinting. When she closed her eyes, I decided on what she needed.“What are you doing?” Brooke muttered as I began rolling us onto our sides. She was looking at me once more.“Close your eyes,” I whispered. She squinted again, but didn’t fully close them. When I withdrew my penis from her steamy folds, she stiffened.“I don’t like that,” Brooke insisted while her eyes remained slits.“You don’t want to do what you’ve done - with him, Brooke,” I murmured. “You want to do something new; something that says you’ve moved on.” She bought it. Brooke let me roll her over then pushed up into the classic doggy style position - which she claimed 'not to do’.She was confused when I pushed her hips back down to the bed. I carefully poised my body over hers, balancing on my right leg and both arms. Brooke didn’t know what to make of the first kiss on the back of her head. I wasn’t romantic - I was a dick to be shoved into her a few times to take her mind off of her pain. That was her opinion of me.'Fucks’ didn’t gently kiss you, caress your hair, neck and shoulders with his nose and lips, eliciting amorous noises from the girl they were gratifying. Brooke began radiate peace and contentment as I tenderly lavished attention on her. As a reward, she gave me what I wanted, namely her body plus an unspoken promise of a follow-up encounter.I had Brooke pushing her ass up against me after an indeterminate time. She had transformed from 'in control and basic’ to urging me to 'do what I will’ to her body. As predicted, Brooke was an anal virgin too. I pulled her hips back up then worked my cock in all the way into her vagina until her soaking vulva was pressed against my pelvis. A few careful strokes came next.My slamming hard into her cunt, caught Brooke and the others off-guard. Brooke grunted, started to protest then had her utterance stolen away by the next pile-driving thrust. After that, it was too late. I lost track of the number of Brooke’s orgasms. I didn’t really care. My goal was the fuck the Trent right out of her.The first time Libra attempted to intervene and save her friend, my fierce glower turned her back. The second time, Marla kept her from yanking on my arm. When I finally shot off, Brooke was past caring. I lowered us back down to the bed and began showering her with kisses again. She was making contented little moans then twisted her head around, requesting a bit of lip action.“Happy,” Brooke sighed dreamily.“I can tell,” Libra was a bit peeved.“Trent who?” Brooke giggled. Mission success! Oh, she’d be a few decades despising the bastard yet I had given her a far more passionate experience to balance out the pain and emptiness that had been inflicted on her.Women, don’t thank me. Thank my mentor, Kimberly, who taught me that a penis without experience and imagination was like a car without tires, or gas. It might attract attention, but then what do you do with the damn thing?“Come home with me, Cáel,” Brooke said between tongue tussles.“Brooke, I have a job, I need to be back at eleven tonight, and we do have some company, remember?” I reminded her - of the two ladies right next to us on the bed.“Me next,” Marla beamed.“I’m not a carnival ride,” I grumbled. I was. Fessing up wouldn’t help me negotiate later.“How about you three let me get cleaned up then, Marla, I want your ass again. I’ve really missed the way it turned you on,” I grinned seductively at the youngest woman. I wanted to have anal sex with all three. Brooke’s libido was too steamed up to hold out for long. Libra wanted more sex yet wouldn’t let me near her precious Heine until she saw Marla get all torn up.I confess I was strongly motivated by a desire to simply fuck those two up the ass because they were stuck-up bitches who looked down on me. I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination and I use sex appeal to get what I want - namely sex. I got out of bed, kissed Brooke on each buttocks then limped away to wash off.When I came back they were in a furtive discussion.“We’ve decided I’ll go next,” Libra purred.“Oh,” I stopped. “I’ll get dressed and be on my way now. Marla, I have my own apartment plus a place at corporate we can crash.”“Wait,” Libra sat up, caught between outrage and need. “What’s wrong with me?”“You are perfectly scrumptious, but there is a fundamental misunderstanding of why I am here,” I lectured them. Now to throw out a curveball. “I’m here for Brooke. She was the one betrayed by my co-worker. She didn’t deserve any part of that.”“If this is how you two (Marla and Libra) want to treat me, I’m gone. Brooke can find me if she wants me. Marla and I have a history, so I owe her - thus the invite. Libra, I like you, but I have to have my priorities before I think of myself and what I might want,” I explained. I was lying. Had it only been Libra and me, I’d have been nailing her until 10:45.If it was just Marla - ditto. Brooke - ditto again. The emotional dynamics became a little more complicated when it came to any two of them, but my stance would be the same. I was the guy. I stuck my dick in. If I didn’t get the sex I wanted, I would leave. If I pushed them too hard, they wouldn’t hesitate to show me the door. No one surrendered their decision making ability.They were still submitting to my lustful desires. Pointing that out would have not helped me achieve my objectives - namely the utilization of every condom in my stockpile.“Thank you, Cáel,” Brooke smiled at me with something akin to fondness. “Please stay.”“If you really want to have sex with Marla, I’ll understand,” Libra conceded.Before I even had a knee on the bed, Marla squealed happily and presented her ass for fucking. If the other two had any suspicions about the massage oil suddenly appearing in my hand, they kept their questions to themselves. Anal sex was nasty, dirty and degrading - something only 'those’ kinds of girls did. They had never experienced it.Had their boyfriends ever had a on a porno with anal sex, they would have yelled at their guys and made them cut it off. No one told Marla this. By the time one of the other girls in her social circle brought this up, all she could do was nod and keep her erotic achievements to herself.“Damn Marla,” I teased. “Have you not let anyone else back here since we were last together?”“I find it awkward to ask,” Marla whimpered as I worked my first finger deep inside. “Aaahhh - this only reminds me more of how much I’ve missed you.”“Try not to make me cum before I’m ready,” I begged Marla - points for me all around. The only thing a woman wants more than to control her partner’s orgasm is an orgasm of her own.“Ah - ah - ah, I’ll try,” Marla gasp-giggled. No, she was going to work my cock over with her rectal muscles with every trick she could recall.“That doesn’t look comfortable,” Brooke commented as I began working my second digit into Marla’s butthole. She had actually half-crawled over Libra to get a better view.I was about to develop an awkward moment of helplessness. I winced. Brooke caught it.“Are you okay?” Brooke touched my right forearm. The one that was pumping two fingers into Marla’s ass.“Um,” I sounded embarrassed. “My leg is killing me…I can’t…um…it is embarrassing.”“What is it?” Brooke insisted.“I need…ah…to coat my cock with massage oil so I can penetrate Marla the moment she’s ready,” I gulped. Totally false. There is no 'Golden Second’ for anal dicking. I could easily lube up my dick then penetrate Marla, but I selfishly wanted to get Brooke involved in some kinkiness.“Ah, okay,” Brooke acquiesced immediately. She doled out three squirts of oil into her palm then began coating my condom-covered tool. Her placing her face only centimeters away while she worked my to

Steamy Stories
Life As A New Hire: part 9

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 25, 2022


Oh My God! All their clothes vanished. What was I to do?By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Living every moment like it is your last is less attractive tomorrow.(Still Wednesday)Katrina had left for wherever she snuck off to - I suggested to Aya it was a game room, Aya suggested it was as torture chamber - only to return when the next turn of the screws came. I was informed I had a visitor coming up by the name of Libra Chalmers plus a guest. Quickly enough they appeared. The guest turned out to be Brooke Lee.“Who are these two?” Aya glibly spoke as the two Vassar girls walked into the room.“Hello Libra,” I greeted my almost date from last night. “Hello Ms. Lee,” I said to Brooke.“It’s Brooke,” Brooke smiled at me - she was hungry and scenting around for something remarkably like me.“I’m happy to see you - oh - this is my guardian and protector, Aya Ruger,” I made the introductions. “No lie, Aya has been keeping up with my workload while I’ve been on ‘light’ duty. Aya, this is Libra Chalmers and Brooke Lee, both from Vassar College. Brooke is Trent’s friend and Libra had mercy on me Tuesday night and kept me from being a 'fifth’ wheel.”“I’m actually Trent’s fiancé,” Brooke corrected.“Fascinating,” I lied. Oh fuck, that was NOT good.“Cool. I’m happy to see the both of you, but what brings you to my office today?” I continued.“Well, I showed up to ask for Trent and Libra asked for you,” Brooke gave a sly smile.“The thing was,” Libra picked up the tale, “they were looking up Trent, but the front desk knew exactly who and where you were - so we came here first.” My mind was busily working out how to pull Aya aside to give her a friendly warning when Katrina waltzed in.“Ladies, this is my boss, Katrina Love, Head of Executive Services for Havenstone,” I plastered a smile on my face.“Katrina, this is Brooke Lee and Libra Chalmers. I met them Tuesday night,” I kept things simple. Doom was impatient.“Brooke is Trent’s fiancé,” Aya chimed in gleefully. She wasn’t being malicious. She just didn’t know any better. Katrina had been in the process of giving some congenial nods.She stopped and turned on a dime. Damn it.“Really?” Katrina’s interest was piqued.“Yes,” Brooke beamed. She brandished her engagement ring in Katrina’s face. Better yet, Katrina 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed then spun on me.“Cáel, I didn’t know Trent was engaged,” Katrina pierced me with those lethal ocular devices.“Yeah, I bet you didn’t,” I groaned. “I only found out a moment ago.” Trent had lied on his dating survey - slash application to Havenstone. They kinda/sorta made damn sure we had no external female attachments. It meant less bodies to dispose of if things went wrong.I couldn’t understand how they missed it then a curious custom/lifeline reared its ugly head.“Brooke, that’s your 'promise’ ring, right?” I probed. “I’m sure Trent would get you a bigger rock for the actual engagement.”“Yes,” Brooke confirmed. “We’ve decided to make the official engagement when our families take the Christmas Holiday at Hilton Head.”How could I express to Brooke that Christmas with Trent at Hilton Head was a rapidly vanishing dream? Katrina resumed her stroll to her desk.“Katrina,” I started my appeal. My argument was going to be that 'promise’ rings didn’t really count even though I knew her omission on his survey/application was bad enough already. Brian was different. If he chose to 'follow his career’, she’d shed the prerequisite 17 tears and happily get on with her life. Girls like Brooke came looking and that wouldn’t do.“No,” Katrina didn’t even turn around. When she got to her desk, the phone calls began. Brooke was starting to realize something had happened. I gained a level of importance that extended beyond my bedroom sexpertise.“Cáel, is something wrong?” Libra took my hand in hers.“Trent may have neglected to mention some things during his job interview,” I explained.“Like?” Libra was getting concerned.“Like the existence of Brooke,” I answered. See, if Trent had written down his acquaintance to Brooke, Havenstone would have investigated her in the same way they investigated my mentor, Dr. Kimberly Geisler. She had admitted to the length, depth and termination of our affair.The issue of her teaching me anything besides sex had never come up.“What?” Brooke grew indignant. Not with Trent, but with me. See, I was still a peon in her eyes and casting dispersions on her guy, who she knew and trusted.“Brooke,” I sighed, “did any Havenstone personnel talk to you about Trent?”“No,” she admitted.“Every single woman I was ever with was questioned about me and my relationship to them,” I explained. “Trust me; that was a really long list.” Libra had the answer to that confusion. She pulled out her phone and got a busy signal - that would be Havenstone’ now-active jamming devices.“What’s the number?” I asked Libra. She was momentarily annoyed - then suspicion kicked in. She gave me the number. Caller ID indicated it was Marla, Libra’s sister. I gave the phone up.“Marla,” Libra began, “did anyone from Havenstone Commercial Investments ever talk to you about Cáel?”“Ummm, is he in trouble because of what I said?” Marla asked.“What did you say?” Libra eyed me.“I said he was a total asshole who broke my heart and given the opportunity I wouldn’t mind watching he die a painful death,” she confessed. “Only later did I realize I missed him and felt sorry about what I said.”“Do you know if they talked to any of his other former girlfriends?” Libra inquired.“I am absolutely sure they talked to at least one other person,” Marla mumbled. Her Aunt.“Who? I need to talk to them,” Libra continued.“That wouldn’t be wise,” Marla responded. “Suffice it to say they didn’t give a glowing review either.” Libra hung up and gave me back my phone.“Cáel, do you have a problem with women?” Brooke glowered at me.“Yes, there are so many of them,” I shrugged. “That seems to be my main issue.”“Cáel, how many women have you been with?” Libra mused.“Around 200,” I acceded.“200! Holy Shit!” Libra gasped. Out of the blue,“Of those, how many have dumped you for cheating only to come back to you later?” Katrina postulated.“Around 40,” I recalled.“That’s my Daddy!” Aya crowed proudly.“What?” Brooke boggled.“Not what you think!” I insisted. “Not what you think!”“Aya is my niece,” Katrina explained. “Cáel is not her biological father. He is her friend, paternal guide and guardian.”“Aya and I are in negotiations about me eventually marrying her mother, but I have assured her that is years and years off,” I added.“Cáel is not my real Daddy,” Aya clarified. “He lets me pretend that he is.”“Besides Cáel, does that 200 include the past month?” Katrina diverted the conversation.“Well…200 as in closer to 200 than 300,” I grinned weakly.“How did you graduate?” Libra followed along.“I have a lot of stamina,” I pointed out. Tessa Carmichael glided into the room.“Brooke Lee?” she greeted the not-here-for-me girl.“Yes? Do I know you?” Brooke was getting nervous and snippy.“I’m Tessa Carmichael, Director of Human Resources for Havenstone. I handled the final interview process for Trent Grant,” she smiled with deceptive warmth. She was furious. I could tell, having a long history with women in such moods.“Is that Lee - L-E-E?” Tessa continued.“Yes, what is this about?” Brooke persisted.“You and Mr. Grant are in a long term relationship?” Tessa asked next.“Answer my question,” Brooke snapped. Thankfully Tessa wasn’t Elsa.“Trent lied on both his initial application and then twice in the interview process,” Tessa relayed calmly.“About dating me?” Brooke was confused.“We will explain in a moment,” Tessa smiled and patted Brooke on the upper arm.Brooke and Libra were more poised than I believed was warranted. Suddenly, I peeled back eleven days of experience and realized they assumed that Aya’s presence was some sort of armor against violence. Whoops. Olympia Shore entered the room followed by Trent. Bright yet careless, he immediately clued in on the crisis.“Brooke…” Trent mumbled. Olympia shut the door once Trent was too far inside to run.“Trent, what is going on? They say you didn’t list me as an acquaintance and somehow that’s important,” Brooke grumbled.“I - um - I can explain,” Trent was addressing…the room?“Be at peace, Trent,” Tessa took over. This was her job and her fuck-up. “We only need your assurance that your relationship with Ms. Lee was terminated before you signed your contract with Havenstone Commercial Investments.” Trent was looking for the right answer that would make everyone happy, but there wasn’t one.Had he warned me yesterday that Brooke was his lady, I could have warned Brooke to NEVER come here. Trent hadn’t done that because it would have necessitated him explaining to Brooke that he had denied her existence in order to get a cushy job. Trent had deluded himself into thinking he could have it both ways, probably because lying had always worked before.“I think there has been a misunderstanding,” Trent began. The most important thing in the world to Trent was Trent and he could outfox these backwoods feminists. “I am willing to submit my resignation immediately over this unfortunate mistake.” That was a feint. Sadly, the important ladies had zero faith in his words and had already decided his fate. Moron.“All we need is for you to verify your relationship, Trent,” Tessa remained congenial.“I said I will quit,” Trent asserted. Trent was probably curious why his concession wasn’t working the way he’d planned.“It is not that simple,” Tessa sighed. “You see, when you submitted your final work contract, numerous people co-signed your accounting of events. These people will now be subject to severe criminal, financial and civil penalties.”“What?” Trent gulped. “What do you mean?”“Trent, we gave you a substantial signing bonus plus benefits and salary. Those people who verified your application are liable for fraud. That would be two of your professors, the Dean of the School of Economics at Carnegie-Mellon, your father, uncle, both the current and previous fraternity presidents and a State Senator.”“You can’t…that won’t fly. My family and those organizations have lawyers and they’ll fight this in the courts for years,” Trent rallied.“Because they all want fraud cases hanging over their heads,” Tessa looked at Trent as if he was an unruly schoolboy. “You, of all people, should appreciate how aggressive our Financial Investigative department can be.”“They are going to crawl over all the finances of everyone who we bring suit against. It will be a very public fight that we will gladly bring to the press. Professors will lose their jobs, election campaigns opened to public scrutiny and your personal banking - and everyone they have financial ties to - will be equally targeted.”“If you want, your termination papers are on the way. We have already contacted Legal, who are preparing briefs to file with the District, State and Federal Courts,” Katrina simmered.“Trent,” Tessa closed in for the kill, “if you state to us here and now that you are not now in, or plan to pursue a relationship with Ms. Brooke Lee, we can keep this indiscretion in-house.”That was the crux of the matter. At this point Felix and I would have fallen on our swords, admitted to the lie and stood by the lady. Felix was an asshole, but he was a 'face the world on his own terms’ asshole. I admired that about him. Brian and Khalid would have evaded, leaving Brooke to swing in the breeze, because that was the kind of men they were - they had a Life Plan and no silly emotional attachment was going to slow them down.Trent proved to be the latter type of 'man’.“I decided to not continue a romantic entanglement with Brooke some time ago,” he blatantly lied. The sharks in the room nodded politely. Brooke’s mouth opened in outrage. Libra was rallying to Brooke and I was rallying to them both.“Look, it is a 'promise ring’, not an engagement ring,” Trent created excuses. My arm wrapped around Brooke constricted painfully enough to distract her from Trent’s cowardice so she focused on me.“Wait,” I whispered. “Please wait.” My eyes must have projected my warning of caution.“So,” Tessa nodded sagely. “Your romantic relationship with Ms. Lee ended some time ago - say a year - and you were so past the relationship you forgot to include it on your list critically important people to be interviewed; the list you created and your sponsors signed off on.” Run, Trent! Sense the trap and make a break for the door. Go down swinging like a man!“Yes,” Trent gratefully agreed. Chicken-shit. What mattered here was Trent, followed distantly by Trent’s family name, buddies and academic mentors. I was willing to bet it was facing his family’s disappointment was the deciding factor for Khalid. Sure, he had an ego. We all did, but Khalid was equally proud of his parentage and racial background.He’d even had an ancestor in the 54th Massachusetts regiment in the Civil War. His ego had gotten him in trouble and he’d taken responsibility. Poor bastard. The girl was irrelevant. He’d have gladly bought his way out of the trouble if he could. Havenstone knew his weaknesses and dialed up the pressure until he acquiesced.“Trent!” Brooke squawked. Trent got points for hutzpah.“Brooke,” he patiently regarded his discarded baggage, “it has been over for some time. College is over and I let you know we had to move on. Please, it is time for you to let go.” Brooke’s mouth fell open and a tear streaked down her eye.“So Trent, Ms. Brooke Lee’s absence was more a matter of a well-established emotional detachment, not a personal oversight. We believe you,” Olympia agreed.“That would be correct,” Trent jumped on the life preserver offered by his boss.“I disagree,” Katrina stood up angrily. Nice acting. I would have believed it if I hadn’t already figured out the script.“Katrina, Trent is an indispensable member of MY team and his progression is something I am paying close attention to,” Olympia protected her body-shaped sperm dispenser.“No,” Tessa joined the attack.“I’ll take responsibility for this,” Olympia challenged her associates. “I’ll have Trent relocated to our East Asian section so he’ll no longer be a worry for you two.”They even used the word 'relocate’ and Trent was still grinning like a Christmas Elf on the 26th of December. Idiot.“Trent, how about we get you out of this poisonous atmosphere for a year, or two, and move you to a place where you can shine?” Olympia asked her victim.“That would be great, Olympia,” Trent’s relief came through. Cowardly, selfish shmuck.“Well, this meeting is over,” Olympia declared. She took Trent by the arm and led him out of Katrina’s office. I resisted the impulse to request Trent tell Khalid 'hello’ for me. Brooke turned to Libra, leaned into her and started sobbing.Why all the drama? Now Brooke and Libra, outsiders and long term associates of the vanished, could testify that Trent WILLINGLY threw himself off the face of the Earth. Khalid’s relocation might someday be a problem. No one would come looking for Trent after Brooke and Libra got done with him socially - and it was all self-inflicted, the ignoramus.It was all about loyalty here at Havenstone. My steadfast loyalty to Katrina, paid for in blood, was why I was still running around with the knowledge I possessed. For all my numerous, obvious flaws, there was a sliver of my personality they could identify with. Stepping in front of Leona wasn’t solely a matter of bravery.They acknowledged I was brave for doing it, yet the factor that mattered to them was that my bravery’s source was my loyalty to Katrina and her house. No one assumed I was suicidal - there was confidence that Tessa and Katrina would have screened for that, even though the majority of the Amazons didn’t like what they were doing.Khalid had let his balls outweigh his reason. Trent hadn’t shown physical cowardice; he was probably martially proficient. His flaw was a weakness of character. He saw every organization as nothing more than a vehicle for his personal advancement. In the rest of corporate civilization, that wasn’t so bad, but he wasn’t in the sane, morally-compromising, big business world.He was in Havenstone. They tossed a truckload of money his way, lured him away from other promising offers to reel him - all of us - in. They expected honesty (from us lowly males), loyalty to their company and devotion to their cause even though they had no intention of telling us what it was for some time. Fair - it wasn’t.“Katrina?” I got my boss’s attention.“Take the rest of the day off, Cáel,” Katrina responded. “Aya, you will be staying with me tonight. Cáel you need to be at Medical 11:00 pm.”“Thanks Katrina,” I nodded her way. I retrieved my crutches, gave Aya a kiss on the top of her head, another on her forehead, sealed with her hug.By the time we reached the elevator, Brooke was transforming from shell-shocked to righteously pissed. HE (whose name it wasn’t safe to mention) had the temerity to dump HER. She was going to socially BBQ his ass with the hidden benefit that ole Trent was about to be incommunicado for the next few months.“Cáel, what just happened?” Libra asked softly. “Who do you really work for?” Suddenly that little 'corporate confidentiality’ discussion I had with Trent had a new, sinister implication.“That bastard dumped me in front of a bunch of strangers!” Brooke seethed. If there was any doubt, I am a bastard too.“It was worse than that,” I consoled Brooke. “He lied about your intimacy so he could get this job.” I didn’t bring up the crap I went through because I didn’t matter in her world.“Did you lie about anything?” Libra asked.“I didn’t describe any of my relationships, but I did list everyone I had contact with,” I answered.“Why would they do something so bizarre?” Libra hugged Brooke.“I haven’t seen inside the minds of Human Resources, yet I get the feeling that Havenstone is a very closed system. Personal loyalty, honesty and accountability all rate highly with them. Havenstone doesn’t worry about personal embarrassment. The only people who are going to know are their staff and they don’t use such things in inter-office politics,” I explained.“How did you get a job here anyway?” Brooke snapped. She meant was, how did a knuckle-dragger like me get the same business opportunity as Brian, Felix, Khalid and Trent? She was lashing out in anger at the closest male - my background and name were irrelevant. I had nailed girls like this all the time. Anger leads to poor decision making which leads to her hectic hunt for her clothes in my domicile sometime after us having sex.“I proved to be just as good, if not better, than every other candidate,” I glared right back. Brooke didn’t want me apologetic, joking, or silent. She wanted me to be a strong, solid and unyielding. Why? Trent had just shattered the bedrock of her future and she was desperately seeking any foundation to set down on. It could be temporary, but had to be quick.“I don’t see how that is possible,” Brooke glared. Brooke was used to being pampered and catered to. It was her birthright.“That’s the difference between you and me, Brooke,” I met her stare. By Brooke, I meant Trent and we both knew it.“I have fought for everything I’ve earned and if I’ve learned anything it is to appreciate my good fortune.” Meaning women. The supposition was that I would never have undervalued, or abandoned, a woman as wonderful and complete as Brooke. I could see the mathematical calculations going on behind Brooke’s eyes.She was working out how many drinks she’d have to take before she could justify to the rest of the world she was drunk when I fucked her…while she got to full enjoy the experience. Oh…was I with Libra? Not only can guys not trust me with their girlfriends, girlfriends can’t trust their girl friends around me either.I’ve had girlfriend’s roommates invite me over to rendezvous with my girl only to discover my girl was busy…but the roommate wasn’t. Maybe I’m not a pig. Maybe I’m an amoeba - thoughtless and all-devouring.“Let’s go out for some drinks,” Libra suggested. Oh, I was having a three-way. Wait!“Maybe you could call Marla?” I looked to Libra. “Honestly, I don’t know either of you that well and she could help fill in some of the gaps?” Translation: Can we please make this a four-way?“Good idea,” Libra blushed slightly. Yay me! It turned out that Marla could be with us in an hour.The bar scene was dead - it wasn’t even five pm yet - so Libra put in an order for some liquor from a delivery service - huh? Libra asked me what I wanted to drink. I said I only drank moonshine, or, if that wasn’t available, turpentine. She promised me some aged Scotch. Libra and I sat patiently in the taxi ride to Libra’s place as Brooke bitched endlessly.I think what impressed Libra the most was my ability to engage Brooke successfully while she spat venom over the entire spectrum of all things 'Trent’. Men, college, Carnegie-Mellon, fraternities…Brooke heatedly ask if I was a frat-boy. I inquired if Beer Drinking Clubs counted and she chuckled. She jumped right back to the 'bitchy’, but we’d crested the wave.We three were working through the uncertain status of who would/should do what to who as we sat around Libra’s apartment. Added to that was Libra and Brooke using every tentacle of social media to castrate and castigate Trent. Trent made some half-assed counterattacks (he was on his way to the airport), his 'bros’ rallied to his cause, Brooke’s sorority rallied to hers, and billions of electrons died for no real purpose except to feed two people’s impassioned egos.“Cáel, could you get the door?” Libra requested. Since the two ladies were going full-blown agro on their phones and I was merely crippled, I hobbled to the door of Libra’s posh crib. It was Marla. I opened the door and her eyes rounded in surprise.“Cáel,” she mumbled. Her eyes flicked down, took in my bulge, my limp then followed me inside.“Is the leg - okay?” Marla asked. Libra waved while she kept talking. Brooke didn’t even do that much. I doubted Marla wanted an in-depth medical report.“It’s strong enough,” I grinned hungrily. That’s what she wanted to know.“Good,” she exhaled happily. She dropped her bag, leapt on me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms linked behind my head and her tongue darted into my mouth to play with mine.I staggered back while my hands cupped each of Marla’s jean-clad ass cheeks and began to knead them. Her crotch throbbed against my hard-on. Marla was quickly making these precious little throttled moaning noises heralding her sexual need. I was peripherally aware of the conversation in the room dying down.“I want to fuck,” Marla panted. Misinterpreting that was nearly impossible. Cleverly, I had done an earlier reconnaissance, spotted the bedroom while pretending to look for the bathroom. There was also a nice sofa in the entertainment room, just in case, plus the kitchen counter was at a fuckable level. I turned and limped to Libra’s bedroom carrying an encircling Marla.Since I wanted to fuck all three, I didn’t bother kicking the door shut. Erotic sound effects were fine. Leaving the door open was a magnet to their voyeuristic carnality. Soaking up Marla undressing was a cornucopia of information too. She wanted aggressive coitus, was soaking wet from masturbating on the drive down, and was expecting my ultimate effort.This was a combination of 'I’m lonely and it is your fault’ sex and 'make-up’ sex. I stole a glance at Libra’s bedside clock. Marla jumped backwards onto the middle of the king-sized bed. I pursued her as rapidly as my wound would allow. This didn’t even take a Year One effort from me. I pushed her down, she kissed the hell out of me, hands grasping my ears, and I sent my fingers after her pussy.My two fingers had trouble in their penetration - she’d been abstaining from sex for a while. I managed to scoop out some juices and rub them all over her clitoris. I really do have a gift for memorizing the sexual details of every woman I’ve encountered. It is a real pity there isn’t a Nobel Prize for that. There should be.At 58 seconds, Marla howled. She always had good lungs. I followed that up by pushing her arms over her head while she was still coming down from her climax. I rained down butterfly kisses on her triceps, just how she liked it. She was humping up against me and whining piteously as I kept working her over.“Cáel,” she moaned. “Fuck me, fuck me, I’ve missed you so much.” What can I say? A buddy once suggested that if I was less exciting in the bedroom, my ex’s might not hurt me so much. I laughed and asked him 'that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun now would it?’ I’m an idiot. Wait, let’s change it up - I am a passionate masochist.“Not yet, Marla,” I kissed her.“No,” she wailed. “Fuck me then we can do that…please?”“Do you forgive me?” I teased her. Marla bit her lip and looked away. She was still humping away like a bunny.“No,” she whispered.“You don’t have to,” I murmured. “Condom.” I worked down her body, getting a nice face full of her muff while I blindly sought out my pants, retrieved a line of condoms - I was really shocked to learn that most guys don’t walk around with ten at a time - tore one packet open and slipped it on.I do the 'one handed condom blindfolded’ act a lot - a whole lot. I rocketed back up her body, hooking her left leg as I rammed straight at her womb. Marla howled, first in surprise and pain then in orgasm number two. Marla was missing me far more than I had anticipated. She was so freaking sensitive. As her vibrations died down, I rolled us over so that Marla was on top.“Oh fuck yeah,” she panted. “Better than I remembered.”“Marla, are you okay?” Libra inquired from just out of sight. Marla began her rendition of bull-riding on my lap.“Ah - ah - ah - I’m so wonderful,” Marla laughed. “Thanks for finding Cáel for me. God, I’ve missed this dick.”“I didn’t find him for you, Little Sister,” Libra griped. “He’s my date.” Now I was a date.“Who - who do you - like better - Cáel?” Marla panted. I began strumming her clit.“I’ve never slept with Libra, Marla,” I informed her. I didn’t want to touch the word 'comparison’. If I was that callous, I might miss this chance to fuck Brooke. Libra was a given.That wasn’t my ego talking. If you want to nail an older sister, nail her younger sister. Marla’s antics were simply adding the audio-visual aids to make all of this a foregone conclusion.“Sorry,” Marla kept riding me hard while looking over her shoulder. “I found him first. He’s mine.” I used her distraction to put my other hand on her right nipple and massage it.Marla’s nipples didn’t need much biting, or even sucking. They were lively all on their own.“But you dumped him,” Libra strode into the room. Brooke stood in the door. “So he’s fair game.” Before you insult my masculinity for lying there and being treated like property by three stuck-up babes, do remember I was definitely fucking them all before eleven o'clock tonight.You go be He-man if you like. By soaking up a few irrelevant insults, I was going to exceed 300 fantastic ladies before the Amazons killed me and I was still going to go out like a true male of the species. Better yet -“We are making up,” Marla insisted.“Marla, hold on,” I intervened. “We aren’t here so I can fix things with you.” During the 'make up’ period, take the blame for the failure of the relationship - that leads you to sex, trust me. “Trent turned out to be a total Tool. He dumped Brooke instead of manning up and admitting he’d lied on his application. It’s only a damn job and there thousands out there. What a shmuck.”Balancing act time. I wasn’t one of 'them’ so insulting one of their social class was a dicey endeavor. You counter that with the fact that Trent had behaved like a douche, Brooke wanted the whole damn world to know she was a prize worth fighting for and finally doubling-down on Trent not being a man worthy of her affections. Low and behold, there was a man in front of her willing to prove that Trent wasn’t a real man - me!“I don’t want to have sex with you,” Brooke declared while enthralled with Marla’s buttocks bouncing up and down on my cock, which was visible half the time. Marla tossing her head around in the throes of passion was a nice touch. Between her gyrations, vaginal and clitoral stimulation and her nipple coaxing, Marla let out a soprano high note that damn near ruptured my inner ears.My current paramour collapsed on my chest. Libra came over and sat on the bed, level with my chest. Brooke was now halfway in the room - definitely convinced she wasn’t having sex with me while rubbing her tingling thighs together and certainly not getting wet. (Yeah, right.)“Mmmm,” Marla sighed. “You are the best guy I’ve ever been with, Cáel.”“Why in the hell did I ever screw us up?” I groaned. I knew why. Her aunt was sexy. I was lucky Marla never caught me banging any of the customers/other girlfriends in her shop. I repeat, girls love it when you take the blame. Brooke especially was getting into it. Marla was living proof I was emotionally unhealthy to hang around. To get around that, I had to be a bit of a sap.“Me neither,” Marla kissed my chest.“What did he do?” Libra pressed her sister. At this point, outrage is a good thing. See, this clears the board of any unanswered questions that can be deal-killers later.“He slept with Aunt Jeannine,” Marla kept raining down little kisses on me.“What!” Libra howled. “Why didn’t you say anything before now? Cáel, did you put my aunt down on your little sex survey?” Bringing out the broom.“It was too painful,” Marla started licking up my/our sweat off my chest. She was hiding her pain well.“Yes, I put her down on the application. Honesty is important in any relationship,” I gave Libra sad eyes. Honesty? From me? I can’t recall all the times I’ve looked into a girlfriend’s tearful gaze and said 'No, I’m not seeing anyone else. I only have eyes for you.’ I learned that 'only have eyes for you’ was a nice add-on when I turned 19. Hell, I’ve used those lines on three different girls in one night.What can I say? I wanted to keep having sex with them.“If you were seeing Marla, why did you sleep with Aunt Jeannine?” Libra groaned.“I was bitter, angry and self-destructive,” I 'confessed’. No, I was horny and she was a gorgeous, accessible Milf. Somewhere in the de-clothing process she threw out there that Uncle Whomever might be cheating on her. Worked for me.“Do you regret that now?” Libra asked.“Would you cheat on her again?” Brooke seethed.“I regretted when I hit on Jeannine,” I admitted. “Marla didn’t deserve that.” Marla purred like a cute, happy kitten. “Would I cheat this time?” I let that hang out there.“Yes…yes I would and that’s why I don’t want to give Marla and me another try until I’m a somewhat more reliable lover for her,” I sighed.“But why!” Brooke screamed. She was starting to cry - again.“I’m me, Brooke,” I shrugged. “Not only can I not say 'no’, I can rarely say 'maybe later’.”Humor, blame acceptance (I’m a dog) and yet 'not my fault because slutty girls hit on me’.“How can men be so heartless?” Brooke choked back another sob.“There are good guys out there,” I assured Brooke. Libra edged closer. Brooke moved to the edge of the bed. I reached behind my back, grabbed a pillow and put it on my lap.See, by covering up my crotch I was being considerate of Brooke’s sensibilities, proving, despite EVERY other piece of evidence indicating I was out for sex, I was only here for moral support.“You approached your relationship with honesty and clear intentions. Trent wanted nothing more than to use you to pad his portfolio,” I continued.“Face it, you’re beautiful, smart, cultured and have the best education,” I said. I hadn’t a clue how good Vassar was, or how well Brooke had done there. Also, call attractive women beautiful; they like the boost. Call beautiful women smart; it is not a complement they normally get. “You were the perfect choice.” Brooke was eating it up.“I’m not the perfect choice?” Libra nudged me.“You are from New England, Libra. Trent is from New York and was looking for a Southern girl to make himself look more cosmopolitan,” I appeared deeply serious. That bit was total bullshit. I had no clue about the geopolitics of the top 1%.As far as I knew about Trent, he was already too inbred with all the New York families, so a girl from Virginia was a safe bet for children with the appropriate number of fingers and toes. To be fair, Brooke was better looking than Libra, or Marla, but nothing short of torture would make me say that.“Yeah,” Libra mused, “Trent was always so superficial about that - but never in front of you Brooke,” she added.“I hate that I’m only finding all these horrible things about him now,” Brooke screwed up her face. She sat on the bed, was clearly uncomfortable - with the comforter - and then pushed farther onto the bed until she was next to my strategically placed pillow. Whatever animal I am identified with, the general consensus is that I’m a terribly lucky member of the breed.Marla spotted Brooke’s move and decided that a little bit of demarcation was in order. She snaked a hand und the pillow and began stroking my phallus. Marla was my bed-buddy. We had a history. She was also the youngest and the little sister of one of the other combatants. Rich, pretty, petty girls don’t share well - why should they?The doorbell rang. That would be the liquor store that made home deliveries…I had clearly been living in the wrong part of the world most of my life.“Marla, go get the door,” Libra commanded. “It is a delivery.”“Why?” Marla protested. “I’m the only one naked.” What was I then? Wearing a pillow?“Consider it a tip for the delivery boy,” Libra teased her sister wickedly. “Or, would you rather stay in a hotel tonight?” Marla muttered 'bitch’ as she slipped to the foot of the bed then left. It was time to hasten the undressing process.“I need to go to the bathroom and…clean up,” I told Libra.“Right around the corner,” she smiled. I brushed against Brooke as I left, pillow in place, and limped down the hall. The delivery boy wasn’t a problem. It was a girl, around 160 cm and 44 kg - a little thing with a hand truck and a case of whatever.“Hi,” she waved shyly.I had to wonder why she wasn’t more freaked out about a man wearing a pillow edging out of one room and down the hall. The look I was getting wasn’t your normal reaction. I felt really bad for myself that I’d never get promoted to a lifestyle what would allow this thing to be common place. Wait - my cock had something to say; reality and cranium be damned.“Hey Sexy,” I smiled at her. “When do you get off work?”“Dammit Cáel, I’m standing right here!” Marla snapped. The girl looked from the naked chick who was signing for the order then back to me - the almost naked guy.“Ah…this might not be a good time,” the deliver girl hesitated.“I know this looks bad, but nothing is going on. I have a girl who is a friend and her guy dumped her today so we’re just doing a little commiserating,” I perjured myself.“I didn’t drive like a maniac down here for only one round of sex, Mister,” Marla announced.“Oh - okay then,” she turned to Marla. “I’m sorry about your break up…Ms. Chalmers.”“Ms. Chalmers is my sister,” Marla stared at the girl somewhat impatiently.“Well then, I’m sorry for your sister’s unfortunate romantic entanglement,” the girl backpedaled.“My sister didn’t get dumped. It was her best friend, Brooke,” Marla explained.The service girl looked back at me, somewhat in awe.“How many women do you have back there?” she motioned to the bedroom.“Two,” shouted Libra. “Now give me my tequila. I want to be drunk before I fuck this guy.”“Aaahhh,” Delivery girl looked even more confounded. “Is there a problem?”“Ah, no. I’m simply not in their social class…and I sort took her little sister’s virginity,” I said.“That would be me,” Marla glared at the plebian - the one who wasn’t me.“And her aunt,” I completed.“At the same time?” the girl gasped.“No…” my interest was piqued by that vision though.“No!” yelled Marla. “He’s fucking me - again, and my sister and her best friend tonight. Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?” she stared at the working stiff.“You don’t look like the average boy-toy,” D-Girl was clearly taunting Marla now.“I’m not. I’m property of a tribe of Amazons who use me for target practice,” I joked. Oddly enough, it was the truth but I didn’t expect her to believe that. “These are just some chicks I met at a bar - expect for Marla. I met her at college where she schooled me to a whole new level of ecstasy.” That made Marla smug and happy.“You - go,” Marla barked to D-Girl. “Where are you going?” she questioned me.“I need to go to the bathroom,” I told her.“Fine, but don’t go jumping out of the window like you did last time I saw you,” Marla warned me.“Wow…we are on the seventeenth floor,” I sighed. “I really don’t want you to scream and throw books at me yet I think plummeting to my death would still be my primary concern.”“Fine,” D-Girl shrugged. “I’m going.” She rolled her hand-truck to the door. Before Marla could shut it. “Nice to meet you…” Having a rather unique name rocks. I’ve been warned that come Paternity Suit time, it won’t be nearly so cool.“Cáel Nyilas,” I waved good-bye. “N-Y-I-L-A-S.” Marla slammed the door shut then put her back to it.“You are reprehensible,” she gave me the sultriest purr. Yeah, I was a bad, bad boy and those three were going to spank me with their kitties to put me in my place. Life can be thankless, demanding and unrewarding at times…I’m sure that will happen to me eventually. I stumped off to the bathroom, dropped my (unused) rubber in the trash, washed up, didn’t find lube but massage oil would do for tonight and returned to the bedroom.Oh my God! All their clothes had fallen off! What was I to do? Libra was in the middle, Brooke was closest to me, and Marla was unhappily on the far side of Libra. All were resting their upper backs and heads against the headboard. Brooke was drinking 'my’ Scotch, Libra had her tequila, leaving Marla with a Bordeaux.I put the pillow down by the foot of the bed, slipping my oily lubricant underneath the pillow. That was for later. I crawled/pulled myself up the middle. Libra was polite, if not sincere.“Take care of Brooke first,” Libra said.“I’d rather show her some things and let her decide what she likes,” I countered.Yes. I was telling Libra I was going to use her body as a surrogate fuck-toy to amuse her friend and by the look in her eyes, she was all for it.“I really don’t want to have sex right now anyway,” Brooke lied. In sex, only the top lips lie. An un-coaxed vagina glistening with arousal is about as honest a plea for sex there is.I deftly slipped on my next condom before 'tripping’ and landing my chin on Libra’s stomach.“Whoops,” I grinned at her. She gave me a famished look. “Well, since I’m here,” I eyebrow-pumped. My body backed up enough so that I was even with her labia. Keeping eye contact with Libra, I took my first tongue stab - rolling the tongue and penetrating her vagina like a mini-cock. Her lips parted and her chest inhaled deeply.Marla moaned wantonly, inspired by previous encounters with me. I didn’t let myself be distracted. This was Libra’s place, we all where here at her sufferance and Brooke had foisted me on her so now I was 'her’ guy. By girl-logic, that meant she went first and I better let everyone know she was first. All of this ignored me and Marla’s earlier romp of course.Libra was a naughty little slut. She tried to hide her hot spots from me using distractions and deceptions. It took me five minutes to figure out her game. Then I waited for the right moment.“I thought you said this guy was good, Maaaaaaa!!” Libra wailed to Marla. Libra was a clit-nibbler. I took that proffered bit of delicate femininity and made it my bitch.In the first few seconds I had realized Libra was an anal virgin. A few seconds after I ambushed her I decided to do something about that. Brooke being an anal virgin was a no-brainer. Neither woman was 'that’ kind of woman and they’d given Marla a tough time because of it - or so I imagined. I worked a third finger into her snatch. Libra was vocally expressive somewhat similar to her sister…and aunt.When I slipped one finger past her sphincter, Libra whelped then whimpered. She was far too busy building up to her climax to protest. She did tilt her head so that we could make eye contact again. She wanted to form the words to make me stop, but the pleasure robbed her of the necessary concentration.Libra’s fists balled up in the comforter, her head rolled back and she began escalating to her own operatic concerto. Man, I loved these Chalmers’s women and their arias.“What was that?” Brooke shook the amorously frayed Libra.“That was an orgasm,” Marla snickered. “I warned you that Cáel punched all my buttons.”“Libra, have you been faking it all these years?” Brooke gasped.“Mmmm…yeah - I guess I have,” Libra panted. “That was niccccce,” she murmured. “Cáel, do it again.”“No way,” Brooke grabbed my arm. “It is my turn!” So much for not wanting to have sex with me.Libra made a feeble effort to keep me in place. Brooke was insistent. I didn’t let her pull me into her lap, instead falling fully upon her body. She was momentarily put off by the scent of Libra’s cunt juices on my face, but quickly came around. We were kissing and licking each other’s faces in no time.The Scotch was good. I could taste it on her lips and inhaled it with her breath. I slipped into her vagina with minimal effort and no resistance. Trent had been getting the job done in the bedroom. That didn’t stop him from being a dunce and misusing Brooke. Slowly, as I kept easing in and out of her, Brooke began squinting. When she closed her eyes, I decided on what she needed.“What are you doing?” Brooke muttered as I began rolling us onto our sides. She was looking at me once more.“Close your eyes,” I whispered. She squinted again, but didn’t fully close them. When I withdrew my penis from her steamy folds, she stiffened.“I don’t like that,” Brooke insisted while her eyes remained slits.“You don’t want to do what you’ve done - with him, Brooke,” I murmured. “You want to do something new; something that says you’ve moved on.” She bought it. Brooke let me roll her over then pushed up into the classic doggy style position - which she claimed 'not to do’.She was confused when I pushed her hips back down to the bed. I carefully poised my body over hers, balancing on my right leg and both arms. Brooke didn’t know what to make of the first kiss on the back of her head. I wasn’t romantic - I was a dick to be shoved into her a few times to take her mind off of her pain. That was her opinion of me.'Fucks’ didn’t gently kiss you, caress your hair, neck and shoulders with his nose and lips, eliciting amorous noises from the girl they were gratifying. Brooke began radiate peace and contentment as I tenderly lavished attention on her. As a reward, she gave me what I wanted, namely her body plus an unspoken promise of a follow-up encounter.I had Brooke pushing her ass up against me after an indeterminate time. She had transformed from 'in control and basic’ to urging me to 'do what I will’ to her body. As predicted, Brooke was an anal virgin too. I pulled her hips back up then worked my cock in all the way into her vagina until her soaking vulva was pressed against my pelvis. A few careful strokes came next.My slamming hard into her cunt, caught Brooke and the others off-guard. Brooke grunted, started to protest then had her utterance stolen away by the next pile-driving thrust. After that, it was too late. I lost track of the number of Brooke’s orgasms. I didn’t really care. My goal was the fuck the Trent right out of her.The first time Libra attempted to intervene and save her friend, my fierce glower turned her back. The second time, Marla kept her from yanking on my arm. When I finally shot off, Brooke was past caring. I lowered us back down to the bed and began showering her with kisses again. She was making contented little moans then twisted her head around, requesting a bit of lip action.“Happy,” Brooke sighed dreamily.“I can tell,” Libra was a bit peeved.“Trent who?” Brooke giggled. Mission success! Oh, she’d be a few decades despising the bastard yet I had given her a far more passionate experience to balance out the pain and emptiness that had been inflicted on her.Women, don’t thank me. Thank my mentor, Kimberly, who taught me that a penis without experience and imagination was like a car without tires, or gas. It might attract attention, but then what do you do with the damn thing?“Come home with me, Cáel,” Brooke said between tongue tussles.“Brooke, I have a job, I need to be back at eleven tonight, and we do have some company, remember?” I reminded her - of the two ladies right next to us on the bed.“Me next,” Marla beamed.“I’m not a carnival ride,” I grumbled. I was. Fessing up wouldn’t help me negotiate later.“How about you three let me get cleaned up then, Marla, I want your ass again. I’ve really missed the way it turned you on,” I grinned seductively at the youngest woman. I wanted to have anal sex with all three. Brooke’s libido was too steamed up to hold out for long. Libra wanted more sex yet wouldn’t let me near her precious Heine until she saw Marla get all torn up.I confess I was strongly motivated by a desire to simply fuck those two up the ass because they were stuck-up bitches who looked down on me. I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination and I use sex appeal to get what I want - namely sex. I got out of bed, kissed Brooke on each buttocks then limped away to wash off.When I came back they were in a furtive discussion.“We’ve decided I’ll go next,” Libra purred.“Oh,” I stopped. “I’ll get dressed and be on my way now. Marla, I have my own apartment plus a place at corporate we can crash.”“Wait,” Libra sat up, caught between outrage and need. “What’s wrong with me?”“You are perfectly scrumptious, but there is a fundamental misunderstanding of why I am here,” I lectured them. Now to throw out a curveball. “I’m here for Brooke. She was the one betrayed by my co-worker. She didn’t deserve any part of that.”“If this is how you two (Marla and Libra) want to treat me, I’m gone. Brooke can find me if she wants me. Marla and I have a history, so I owe her - thus the invite. Libra, I like you, but I have to have my priorities before I think of myself and what I might want,” I explained. I was lying. Had it only been Libra and me, I’d have been nailing her until 10:45.If it was just Marla - ditto. Brooke - ditto again. The emotional dynamics became a little more complicated when it came to any two of them, but my stance would be the same. I was the guy. I stuck my dick in. If I didn’t get the sex I wanted, I would leave. If I pushed them too hard, they wouldn’t hesitate to show me the door. No one surrendered their decision making ability.They were still submitting to my lustful desires. Pointing that out would have not helped me achieve my objectives - namely the utilization of every condom in my stockpile.“Thank you, Cáel,” Brooke smiled at me with something akin to fondness. “Please stay.”“If you really want to have sex with Marla, I’ll understand,” Libra conceded.Before I even had a knee on the bed, Marla squealed happily and presented her ass for fucking. If the other two had any suspicions about the massage oil suddenly appearing in my hand, they kept their questions to themselves. Anal sex was nasty, dirty and degrading - something only 'those’ kinds of girls did. They had never experienced it.Had their boyfriends ever had a on a porno with anal sex, they would have yelled at their guys and made them cut it off. No one told Marla this. By the time one of the other girls in her social circle brought this up, all she could do was nod and keep her erotic achievements to herself.“Damn Marla,” I teased. “Have you not let anyone else back here since we were last together?”“I find it awkward to ask,” Marla whimpered as I worked my first finger deep inside. “Aaahhh - this only reminds me more of how much I’ve missed you.”“Try not to make me cum before I’m ready,” I begged Marla - points for me all around. The only thing a woman wants more than to control her partner’s orgasm is an orgasm of her own.“Ah - ah - ah, I’ll try,” Marla gasp-giggled. No, she was going to work my cock over with her rectal muscles with every trick she could recall.“That doesn’t look comfortable,” Brooke commented as I began working my second digit into Marla’s butthole. She had actually half-crawled over Libra to get a better view.I was about to develop an awkward moment of helplessness. I winced. Brooke caught it.“Are you okay?” Brooke touched my right forearm. The one that was pumping two fingers into Marla’s ass.“Um,” I sounded embarrassed. “My leg is killing me…I can’t…um…it is embarrassing.”“What is it?” Brooke insisted.“I need…ah…to coat my cock with massage oil so I can penetrate Marla the moment she’s ready,” I gulped. Totally false. There is no 'Golden Second’ for anal dicking. I could easily lube up my dick then penetrate Marla, but I selfishly wanted to get Brooke involved in some kinkiness.“Ah, okay,” Brooke acquiesced immediately. She doled out three squirts of oil into her palm then began coating my condom-covered tool. Her placing her face only centimeters away while she worked my to

Doug Price On Life
Good Golly Mr. Jolly

Doug Price On Life

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 13, 2022 1:09


Doug is happy that the Santa Clause Parade is back! Check out Doug's other musings on his website. This podcast is distributed by the Sound Off Media Company.

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Sound Opinions
Superchunk Live, RIP Jerry Lee Lewis

Sound Opinions

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 4, 2022 51:05


Hosts Jim DeRogatis and Greg Kot are joined by indie rock stalwarts Superchunk for a live performance and interview at the Goose Island Tap Room in Chicago. The hosts also pay tribute to Jerry Lee Lewis. Join our Facebook Group: https://bit.ly/3sivr9TBecome a member on Patreon: https://bit.ly/3slWZvcSign up for our newsletter: https://bit.ly/3eEvRnGMake a donation via PayPal: https://bit.ly/3dmt9lUSend us a Voice Memo: Desktop: bit.ly/2RyD5Ah  Mobile: sayhi.chat/soundops Featured Songs:Superchunk, "Endless Summer," Wild Loneliness, Merge, 2022Jerry Lee Lewis, "Great Balls of Fire," Great Balls of Fire (Single), Sun, 1957Jerry Lee Lewis and the Nashville Teens, "Good Golly, Miss Molly (Live 1964)," Live at the Star Club, Hamburg, Philips, 1964Jerry Lee Lewis, "Middle Age Crazy," Country Memories, Mercury, 1977Superchunk, "This Night," Wild Loneliness, Merge, 2022Superchunk, "Wild Loneliness," Wild Loneliness, Merge, 2022Superchunk, "City of the Dead," Wild Loneliness, Merge, 2022Superchunk, "Endless Summer (Live on Sound Opinions)," Wild Loneliness, Merge, 2022Superchunk, "If You're Not Dark," Wild Loneliness, Merge, 2022Superchunk, "Learned to Surf (Live on Sound Opinions)," Majesty Shredding, Merge, 2010

Horror Wine & Crime
Good Golly Miss Dolly

Horror Wine & Crime

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 19, 2022 64:15


Good Golly Miss Dolly! Dolly Oesterreich a married woman has a secret. Specifically, a secret in her attic... listen for details on Dolly's mischievous love life which ultimately led to an unexpected murder.

Unapologetically Us
Good Golly Miss Holly

Unapologetically Us

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 26, 2022 43:35


In this episode Holly (Columbus' MIL) Tells us 3 Paranormal Experiences from her past, Columbus shares a few Haunted locations, and the Hosts (and guest) makes fun of a man with a VERY tiny dick (We're looking at you, Andrew Tate.) This is Episode 19! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/unapologeticallyuspodcast/message

Absurdly Possible Podcast Network & MR Productions
Life In These Times Ep1. Good Golly Ms Parkinsons

Absurdly Possible Podcast Network & MR Productions

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 4, 2022 20:01


Bare Back From here on out since The Jab sterilized Us

That's So F****d Up
TSFU Listenersode 16

That's So F****d Up

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 28, 2022 36:35


Ash and Cam read listener stories from Jason, who shares his experiences with the evacuation of his home during a California wildfire in the midst of Covid. And Mollie, whose teenage brother started a website called iamtheunabomber.com during the FBI's manhunt for Kaczynski, and ended up on the their watch list (and how they almost got blown up at the 1996 Olympics)! Good Golly!(Note: we recorded this quite some time ago but are just now releasing it, so if you're confused as to why Evette is here or why we're referring to episode 75, that's why!)Do you want to be featured on a TSFU Listenersode? Send us your stories to tsfuthepodcast@gmail.com!Do you want to host a Listenersode with us? Sign up at the Guru level and that co-host spot is yours, along with two free mugs, a t-shirt, and a whole bunch of other nifty stuff! Or if you'd just like to support your gals and the show, you can head over to patreon.com/TSFU and join for as little as $5 a month! That's less than a latte! -Come hang out in our Discord! Here's your special invite: discord.gg/UYbR58B8nP!-Check out our sweet merch at tsfuthepodcast.com/merch!-Follow us @tsfuthepodcast on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook!-Audio engineering by Enzo Alexander.

At the Barre with Jane & Mel Podcast
Customer Service Excellence

At the Barre with Jane & Mel Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 25, 2022 28:32


Nothing gets my back up more than bad customer service. Lately I have been trying to do business with a number of organisations, if only they would return my call or email. Good Golly, it honestly shouldn't be that hard! In this episode I am excited to announce a new range of workshops made exclusively for customer service and admin teams within dance studios. Today I go through the framework that supports the service levels within my own studio as well as how the application of them can really take your studio to the next level. CONNECT WITH ME Email – jane@dancestudiosuccess.com.au Instagram @dancestudiosuccess @dancearts Facebook Group ‘The Collective' (For Dance Studio Owners) https://bit.ly/3J0STC3 Learn more about DanceStep – Student Teacher Education Program www.dancestep.com.au See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Never Picked
Good golly Ms. Molly!

Never Picked

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 16, 2022 25:37


One long voicemail message. https://www.buymeacoffee.com/eddygilmore

NADA MÁS QUE MÚSICA
Nada más que música - Creedence Clearwater Revival - I

NADA MÁS QUE MÚSICA

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 13, 2022 46:10


Hola, hola, yo soy Antonio Giménez y esto es… NADA MÁS QUE MÚSICA. Muy buenas tardes Señoras y Señores, sean uds. bienvenidos a su programa favorito NADA MÁS QUE MÚSICA. Y aunque en este momento hablo solo por mí, y creo que muchos de vosotros estaréis conmigo, hoy vamos a recordar a la que posiblemente fuera la mejor banda de rock norteamericana de la historia. Y por si no la habéis reconocido todavía, estamos hablando de Creedence Clearwater Revival. Con esta contundencia… empezamos. Creedence Clearwater Revival, o la Creedence o CCR, que de todas formas se les ha llamado, fue un grupo estadounidense de Rock, Blues y Soul que fue muy popular en las decadas de 1960 1970. Hohn Fogerty, Doug Clifford y Stu Cook, todos ellos nacidos en 1945, se conocieron en la escuela de secundaria en El Cerrito, un condado de Contra Costa, en California, y comenzaron a tocar con el nombre de The Blue Velvets. Al trío se unió Tom Fogerty, hermano mayor de John como refuerzo en algunas grabaciones y directos. Durante este primer periodo de la banda se definieron los roles de cada uno de sus componentes. Stu Cook cambió en piano por el bajo, Tom pasó a ser guitarra rítmica y Doug siguió con la batería. Por su parte, John Fogerty comenzó a componer nuevo material y pasó a ser la voz principal y guitarra solista. Como recordarían más tarde, “Todos podíamos cantar pero John tenía un toque especial”. Y es verdad, su voz es marca Creedence. Escuchamos Bad Moon Rising Como pasa siempre, todo o casi todo se fue al traste cuando John Fogerty y Doug Cliford tuvieron que incorporarse al servicio militar. Pero bueno, todo se acaba y en 1967, a su vuelta un productor avispado les ofreció grabar un disco con la única condición de que el grupo debería cambiar de nombre. Acordaron volver al día siguiente con diez propuestas cada uno y Creedence Clearwater Revival fue la que se llevó el gato al agua. Creedence por el apodo de una amigo de Tom, Clear Water (agua limpia) sacado de un spot publicitario de cerveza y Revival del renovado compromiso de los cuatro miembros de la banda. Con este renovado entusiasmo y con buenas perspectivas de futuro los cuatro miembros dejaron sus trabajos y confeccionaron un duro calendario de ensayos y bolos por los clubs de la zona. El álbum en cuestión fue Creedence Clearwater Revival y realmente tuvo una gran acogida de crítica y público. La promoción del álbum fue también bien recibida, con el lanzamiento del sencillo Suzie Q (un éxito de finales de los años 50, original de Dale Hawkins) en numerosas cadenas de radio del área de la bahía de San Francisco, así como la cadena WLS de Chicago. Los aficionados al blues valoraron muy positivamente la versión y la hicieron llegar a lo más alto. De esta forma, Suzie Q se convirtió en el primer sencillo del grupo en entrar en el Top 40, alcanzando el puesto 11 y convirtiéndose en el único éxito del grupo no compuesto por John Fogerty. Suzie Q. Mientras seguían con la promoción del álbum con conciertos en directo, el grupo ya estaba trabajando en su segundo álbum, Bayou County, en los estudios RCA de Los Angeles. Se publicó en enero de 1969 y fue el primero de una larga lista de éxitos que se prolongó durante tres años. Las canciones de este disco eran básicamente el repertorio de sus conciertos y mostraba una evolución hacia sonidos más simples y directos. El sencillo Proud Mary, que ya hemos escuchado, se convirtió en una de las canciones más versionadas del grupo, con más de 100 grabaciones entre las que se incluye el éxito de 1941 de Ike y Tina Turner. La cara B del sencillo es Born on the bayou. Sobre la canción, su autor John Fogerty, decía: “Va sobre un infancia mítica y sobre un tiempo lleno de calor. La visualice en el pantano donde, por supuesto, nunca había vivido. Era tarde cuando escribía, tratando de ser un escritor puro, sin la guitarra en la mano, visualizando y mirando las paredes desnudas de mi apartamento. Los apartamentos pequeños tienen unas estupendas paredes desnudas, especialmente cuando no puedes permitirte poner nada en ellas.” Born on the bayou. El tercer álbum de Creedence Clearwater Revival, Green River, fue publicado en agosto y rápidamente certificado como disco de oro junto al sencillo Green River, que también llegó al puesto nº 2. Pero es que la cara B del sencillo, Commotion, no se quedó atrás y fue otro éxito de la banda. Creedence continuó ofreciendo conciertos, entre los que se incluyeron el Atlanta Pop Festival y el Festival de Woodstock. Que, por cierto, su participación en éste último fue bastante accidentada. Su actuación no fue incluido finalmente en el video del festival ni en su banda sonora debido a que el propio Fogerty consideró que el concierto no fue medianamente decente. La banda se quejaba de que tuvieron que salir al escenario a las tres y media de la madrugada. El grupo anterior se había extralimitado en su tiempo realizando varias jams y cuando la Creedence llegó al escenario, gran parte del público ya había abandonado el recinto. Vamos a escuchar este sencillo Green River, esta es su cara A Y esta es su cara B, Conmotion. A pesar del chasco de Woodstock, la Creedence siguieron ocupados grabando su cuarto álbum, Wily and the Poor Boys, que finalmente fue publicado en noviembre de 1969. Dos de sus cortes, Down on the Corner y Fortunate Son llegaron a los puestos 3 y 4 respectivamente a finales de año. También en este disco incluyeron alguna versión como Cotton Fields. Pero el éxito de Down on the Corner fue el detonante que consolidó finalmente a la Creedence a finales de 1969. En menos de un año había grabado tres discos y cuatro singles de éxito. Down on the Corner. Travellin’Band es un sencillo que la banda publicó en 1970. Las semejanzas entre Travellin’Band y el tema de Little Richard, “Good Golly, Miss Molly”, provocaron una demanda que finalmente fue desestimada. Pero…, durante el pleito, el sencillo había alcanzado el segundo puesto en las listas de Billboard. También es año, concretamente el 31 de enero de 1970, el grupo grabó el concierto ofrecido en el Coliseum de Oakland, California, posteriormente emitido como especial de televisión y publicado como álbum. En abril de 1970, Creedence estaba preparada para comenzar una gira europea. Para estrenar en los conciertos, Fogerty escribió varios temas relacionados con los problemas de violencia que sufría Estados Unidos en la época. El sencillo, compuesto, grabado y publicado en apenas una semana, alcanzó el puesto 4, asegurando una respuesta entusiasta para la gira por parte del público europeo y un éxito comercial tanto en Estados Unidos como en el resto del mundo. Travellin’Band, la canción de la discordia. Cuando terminó su gira por Europa, la banda volvió a los estudios de grabación en San Francisco para grabar el álbum Cosmo’s Factory. El título surgió como una broma sobre las comodidades del local de ensayo y su estilo de trabajo a lo largo de los años. Además, el apodo del batería Doug Clifford era Cosmo, debido a su afición a los temas ecologistas y astronómicos. En el disco se incluían, entre otras, Travelin’Band, que acabamos de oir y Up Around the Bend, una canción que comienza con un tremendo riff de guitarra agudo tocado por John Fogerty. En la letra de la canción, Fogerty nos habla de una reunión "alrededor una curva" en la carretera y nos invita a reunirnos con él. Otra canción que armó cierto revuelo fue Ramble Tamble. En ella describía una semblanza de la vida en Estados Unidos, un país lleno de policías en las esquinas y actores en la Casa Blanca. Este disco, Cosmo’s Factory fue publicado en julio de 1970. Por esos días, las inquietudes musicales de John Fogerty se habían refinado y empezó a utilizar instrumentos con más tesitura que su planteamiento de guitarra, bajo y batería. Así que en este trabajo podemos reconocer teclados diversos, saxos, armonías vocales sofisticadas, y como no, el folclórico dobro. Cosmo's Factor es el álbum más vendido de Creedence Clearwater. Nada más llegar a la calle su aupó al primer puesto dela Billboard 200. No está mal. Las sesiones de grabación de Cosmo's Factory fueron el inicio de las tensiones entre los cuatro miembros del grupo, debido a la tensión de las giras y al calendario de grabaciones que se intercalaba entre los conciertos. John había tomado literalmente el control del grupo en los asuntos comerciales y artísticos. La situación comenzó a exasperar al resto, que, como no, querían tener una mayor representación en el trabajo del grupo. John se resistió, porque pensaba que un régimen democrático dentro del grupo acabaría con el éxito de Creedence Clearwater Revival. Otras interpretaciones aluden a la decisión de John en un concierto en Nebraska de no interpretar bises en los conciertos. En fin, fuera como fuese, esto es otra historia. Historia con la seguiremos la próxima semana. Nos despedimos de la Creedence, por el momento, hasta la próxima entrega con otro de su éxitos. Lodi y la Creedence Clearwater Revival Por hoy nada más, nos vemos, nos oímos nuevamente aquí dentro de quince días, en Sienteloconoido.caster.fm. Hasta entonces… ¡¡¡Buenas Vibraciones”.

World of Walley
Good Golly!! Mr. Azali

World of Walley

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 8, 2022 37:26


Today's Episode “Good Golly!! Mr. Azali” featuring our special guest Joshua C Azali. World of Walley has opened up the mic to a few struggling young actors during the run of the show. This is another example of just that with a twist. Josh will be successful because he epitomizes the combination of hard work, grit and determination. Take a listen and enjoy. Sponsor(s) Promotional Links: The Tactical Brotherhood Referral Link: https://www.thetacticalbrotherhood.com/?rfsn=5774569.66590c&utm_source=refersion&utm_medium=affiliate&utm_campaign=5774569.66590c Promo Code: Patriot15 at Checkout The singular place to find guns, gear and ammo. If you've got a Made In America product, shoot us a note at support@tacticalbrotherhood.com Ridgewood Recording Studios' desire to capture what God has put in your heart as an artist so that He gets the glory for the dedication, talent and commitment you've put into your music. Reach out to us at https://timothydavis.org/ridgewood-studios or email us at https://timothydavis.org/contact Publicist Steven Joiner's primary goal is to match each client with the best podcast(s) for their needs. He can be contacted at 1-816-605-4561 or via email at Stevesjnetwork@gmail.com Sponsor(s) Promotional Links: The Tactical Brotherhood Referral Link: https://www.thetacticalbrotherhood.com/?rfsn=5774569.66590c&utm_source=refersion&utm_medium=affiliate&utm_campaign=5774569.66590c Promo Code: Patriot15 at Checkout The singular place to find guns, gear and ammo. If you've got a Made In America product, shoot us a note at support@tacticalbrotherhood.com Ridgewood Recording Studios' desire to capture what God has put in your heart as an artist so that He gets the glory for the dedication, talent and commitment you've put into your music. Reach out to us at https://timothydavis.org/ridgewood-studios or email us at https://timothydavis.org/contact Publicist Steven Joiner's primary goal is to match each client with the best podcast(s) for their needs. He can be contacted at 1-816-605-4561 or via email at Stevesjnetwork@gmail.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/worldofwalley/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/worldofwalley/support

Behind the Mic
good golly aunt dolly!

Behind the Mic

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 1, 2022 19:16


this week we dove into the life of Dolly Parton.credits: grunge.com, wikipedia.comgive us a follow on Instagram: @behind.themic! if you have a story to share, an artist to submit, or just something on your mind.... shoot us an email: behindthemicmail@gmail.combehind the mic is hosted and produced by jaleesa money. for sponsorship inquiries, please email behindthemicmail@gmail.com

Andrew's Daily Five
The Greatest Songs of the 50's: Episode 16

Andrew's Daily Five

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 21, 2022 11:40


#25-21Intro/Outro: Speedoo by The Cadillacs25. All Shook Up by Elvis Presley24. Summertime Blues by Eddie Cochran23. I Only Have Eyes For You by The Flamingos22. Earth Angel by The Penguins21. Good Golly, Miss Molly by Little RichardVote on your favorite song from today's episodeVote on your favorite song from Week 3

Get This Sh*t!
Irregular Regulations/Good Golly Miss Dolly

Get This Sh*t!

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 3, 2021 104:18


This week Kalie helps us avoid causing an international incident by highlighting some of the world's stranger laws! Then Cassie takes you to the Great Smoky Mountains to hear the story of America's big blonde haired sweetheart. This week we learned if podcasting doesn't pan out, we would be fabulous tour promoters!

Brooklyn
Good Golly it's Mollie Heckerling! And ‘Ghostbusters Afterlife'

Brooklyn

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 19, 2021 55:51


Mollie Heckerling comes back on to discuss how “Ghostbusters Afterlife” is based loosely on her and her sister, watching the sequel to her late father's classic film, what Brittany Murphy was like on the set of “Clueless” and why she can't have sex to the “Muppets” theme song. 

No More Whoppers
214: Good Golly Miss Malroth

No More Whoppers

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 3, 2021 139:06


Storm's a-brewin', but it's just NMW, so it's more like a gust of air. This time, we discuss the fallout of the FFIV pixel kerfuffle; Al goes chair shopping; fever dreams on tape; plenty more on creative struggles; getting gaga for SaGa, and tracking true crime! This podcast must be inserted 1/2 to 3/4 inside the nostril and rubbed in a circular notion at least four times.

That's So F****d Up
TSFU Listenersode 13

That's So F****d Up

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2021 22:23


Ash and Cam read listener stories from Jayne, whose husband's co-worker was present at a construction site where the elevator malfunctioned, launching the man working ON TOP of the elevator from the ground floor to the top floor; and Ophelia, who had a dark grey humanoid figure run down the stairs towards her on all fours in a creepy childhood home of hers. Good Golly!Do you want to be featured on a TSFU Listenersode? Send us your stories to tsfuthepodcast@gmail.com!Do you want to host a Listenersode with us? Sign up at our Guru level at patreon.com/tsfu and that co-host spot is yours, along with two free mugs, a t-shirt, and a whole bunch of other nifty stuff!Follow us @tsfuthepodcast on Instagram and Twitter, and make sure to come hang out with us on Discord! https://discord.gg/j5aPUgtAudio engineering by Evette Darensbourg.

Natural Legalista
Good Golly Miss Kylie: The Behoovedness of Kylie Jenner w/guest Natalie Lewis (Makeup Artist Extraordinaire)

Natural Legalista

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 12, 2021 38:55


In this episode we explore Kylie Jenner's legal mishaps. Specifically, stealing almost IDENTICAL content from other artists without compensation or credit. Stay tuned for the Big Subpoena moment at the end of the show!

Demon Road Diaries
DRD 63: Good Golly Miss Poly

Demon Road Diaries

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 8, 2021 104:25


So this one time Rios and Chelsea made a wild trip to NY for Poly Cult WoodStock and the story was too wild for our group chat. Strap in and enjoy the wild ride! As always if you'd like to support the podcast financially, you can do so by buying us a Coffee. Buy Demon Road Diaries a Coffee. ko-fi.com/demonroaddiaries - Ko-fi ❤️ Where creators get donations from fans, with a 'Buy Me a Coffee' Page.

Team Bear Sports Podcast
Good Golly Miss Holly

Team Bear Sports Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 2, 2021 68:22


We are one week away from Chicago Bears regular season football. TBSP breaks down the takeaways from the Bears last pre-season game. What was that Cubs/Sox series? The fattest bear of the year has been crowned. TBSP gives two thumbs down to their least favorite city. Power ranking the best fictional sports characters.

The Fallout TV
The Fallout TV x #AllStars6 Episode 11 Recap: Good Golly...

The Fallout TV

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 28, 2021 64:28


Welcome to The Fallout TV, your number one source for the fallout of all things reality TV! Join Jordyn Lagace, Logan Murphy & Cole Stringer to discuss episode 11 of RuPaul's Drag Race All Stars 6, where we will find out who is returning to the competition, get fashionable in a Levi's mini challenge, hear some interesting stories from our top 5 All Stars, & experience another interesting lipsync, leading into our top 4 of the season! Follow our Socials! The Fallout: linktr.ee/FalloutTV Jordyn: twitter.com/jordynlagace & instagram.com/jordynlagace Logan: twitter.com/GymLeaderLogann & instagram.com/helloganfromtheotherside Cole: twitter.com/ColeString --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

The Sportsman Drag Racing Podcast w/ Luke & Jed
242: Good Golly Garrett Griffith!

The Sportsman Drag Racing Podcast w/ Luke & Jed

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 27, 2021 93:04


Luke and Jed are back together this week, leading off with an impressive run from the young Kentucky native, Garret Griffith. With the BTE Labor Day $250k and the Summer Door Car Shootout, coming up very soon, the guys talk about those races and the hardships and upsides that come from promoting races. The second half of the show is NHRA heavy with highlights from the divisional and national scene. 

That's So F****d Up
TSFU Listenersode 12

That's So F****d Up

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 16, 2021 43:48


In this month's extra special Listenersode the gals are ecstatic to be joined by their Guru level (top tier) Patron Daniel!Ash and Cam read stories from Gabby, about the first woman ever sentenced to life in prison in Lithuania, Kelme, and our Guru Daniel, who tells us about the haunted attic that he lived in as a kid. Good Golly!Do you want to host a Listenersode with us? Sign up at the Guru level on our Patreon and that co-host spot is yours, along with two free mugs, a t-shirt, and a whole bunch of other nifty stuff! Find us on Patreon at patreon.com/TSFU!Cam's Kickstarter is running for 6 more days! If you'd like to support her upcoming indie horror movie head over to-therecipehorror.com!P.S. All of July's Patreon proceeds will go towards helping Cam fund her movie, so if you'd like to support that way you can head on over to our Patreon!Follow us @tsfuthepodcast on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook!Audio engineering by Evette Darensbourg.

That's So F****d Up
TSFU Listenersode 11

That's So F****d Up

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 14, 2021 40:00


In this month's extra special Listenersode Ash and Cam are joined by their Guru level (top tier) Patron Michelle!The gals read Meg's listener story about the Black Bear Inn spree killings in Bethel, Maine. And Ash tells her own personal ghost story from her childhood! Good Golly!Do you want to be featured on a TSFU Listenersode? Send us your stories to tsfuthepodcast@gmail.com!Do you want to co-host a Listenersode with us like Michelle did? Take a look at what we offer on all of the different tiers on our Patreon at patreon.com/TSFUFollow us @tsfuthepodcast on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Facebook, where you can also join our private Facebook group! And make sure to come hang out with us on Discord! https://discord.gg/j5aPUgtAudio engineering by Evette Darensbourg.

GAWCAST: The GAW TV Podcast

Welcome to GAWCAST: the official podcast of "Grown Ass Women" TV! Get out the champagne. The party hats. The noise-makers. This week marks the one-year anniversary of GAW TV, and we're ready to celebrate! Can you believe it's been a full year already? Good Golly, Miss Molly Holly! That's right, this week's special guest is none other than the new WWE Hall of Famer, and this time, Lisa isn't close enough to try to cut her hair off, so that's a plus. Watch to hear how much Lisa was panicking after that epic WrestleMania match! Enjoy this very special episode and check out http://www.mileinmyshoes.mn/ and support the runners in any way you can. It's an organization near and dear to Molly, and she is near and dear to us! But that's not all, GAW faithful. There's a whole new way to enjoy the best of what GAW has to offer. Not only can you watch the half-hour version of our show live on YouTube every week, you can catch the full episode by becoming a Patreon member at https://www.patreon.com/gawtv. Patreon members will also be able to join the hosts each week following our YouTube premiere for a live VIDEO afterparty via Zoom, where the hosts will talk about the new episode, answer questions and more! Different tiers of membership unlock even more rewards and exclusive content, including bonus footage, personalized merch, private chats with the hosts and other perks! Support the hosts and reap the benefits by joining us on Patreon! Did you know? Our official merchandise store is LIVE! Represent by getting the gear, accessories and swag now on www.GAWTV.com. And finally...we want to hear from you on social media! Get in on the conversation by using our official hashtag: #GAWTV **Where we get our music from: http://share.epidemicsound.com/njDwH "The views, opinions or accounts expressed on this show are those of the individual host or guest and do not necessarily reflect those of (GAW LLC). This content is intended for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to malign any organization or individual." — GAW Enterprises of Virginia LLC FOLLOW US: ——— www.GAWTV.com ——— Mickie James Twitter.com/MickieJames Instagram.com/TheMickieJames Official merchandise store: www.MickieJames.com Valerie Wyndham Twitter.com/SoCalValerie Instagram.com/OfficialSoCalVal Official merchandise store: www.ValerieWyndham.net/store Lisa Marie Varon Twitter.com/RealLisaMarie Instagram.com/RealLisaMarie Official merchandise store: www.lisamarievaron.bigcartel.com

That's So F****d Up
TSFU Listenersode 10

That's So F****d Up

Play Episode Listen Later May 10, 2021 23:41


Ash and Cam read listener stories from Kristen, who was a counselor at a shelter for teens and worked with two young clients who savagely murdered someone while on acid. And Mike, whose roommate worked with a guy who everyone got the creeps from, and who was later charged with assault, aggravated assault, assaulting a peace officer, and possessing a dangerous weapon in public- trust your instincts Cultlings! Good Golly!Do you want to be featured on a TSFU Listenersode? Send us your stories to tsfuthepodcast@gmail.com!Do you want ad free, early release episodes, and so much more?! Find us at patreon.com/tsfuFollow us @tsfuthepodcast on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Facebook, where you can also join our private Facebook group! And make sure to come hang out with us on Discord! https://discord.gg/j5aPUgtAudio engineering by Evette Darensbourg.

Song Club Radio Hour
Episode 46 - GOOD GOLLY TAKE MOLLY

Song Club Radio Hour

Play Episode Listen Later May 1, 2021 56:02


TITLE: GOOD GOLLY TAKE MOLLY • MUSICAL MODULATION • 1.) WHISTLING 2.) DUET (BOTH SINGING) • SEGMENT: STRICTLY RECREATIONAL • www.songclubradiohour.bandcamp.com

That's So F****d Up
TSFU Listenersode 9

That's So F****d Up

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 16, 2021 27:19


We're on season break!! We'll be back next Friday with our regularly scheduled programming, but enjoy this Listenersode in the meantime (and binge all of our old episodes of course)!Ash and Cam read listener stories from Michigan!First, Michelle tells us a story about an Uber driver who claimed that the app possessed him; he killed multiple people on a seven-hour shooting spree, all while continuing to pick up passengers! Then we hear from our very own assistant audio editor Whitney, whose high school friend had a little bit of a stalking problem and probably turned into a full on Jodi Arias. Good Golly!Do you want to be featured on a TSFU Listenersode? Send us your stories to tsfuthepodcast@gmail.comDo you want ad free, early release episodes, and so much more?! Find us at patreon.com/tsfuFollow us @tsfuthepodcast on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Facebook, where you can also join our private Facebook group! And make sure to come hang out with us on Discord! https://discord.gg/j5aPUgtAudio engineering by Evette Darensbourg.

Sister Squad
Good Golly Miss Dolly!

Sister Squad

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 10, 2021 62:41


This is where we talk about the amazing Dolly Parton and how sweet she is.  She is amazing and has stayed true to her roots.  Please give this a listen and you will love her too.

Sweet Niblets | A Hannah Montana Podcast
1.16 Good Golly, Miss Dolly

Sweet Niblets | A Hannah Montana Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 26, 2021 50:48


Join us this week as we celebrate the 15th anniversary of Hannah Montana with our very first Dolly episode! Topics may include: Dolly's history with the Cyrus family, as well as just how much Corey and Tom love Dolly. Follow us (@sweetnibletspod) on Instagram and Twitter for updates!

That's So F****d Up
TSFU Listenersode 8

That's So F****d Up

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 8, 2021 23:14


Ash and Cam read listener stories from Kat, who tells a story about the friendly ghost of an old client; and Martin, whose friend watched a tiger shark swim away with his best friend while diving. Good Golly!Do you want to be featured on a TSFU Listenersode? Send us your stories to tsfuthepodcast@gmail.comDo you want ad free, early release episodes, and so much more?! Find us at patreon.com/tsfuFollow us @tsfuthepodcast on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Facebook, where you can also join our private Facebook group! And make sure to come hang out with us on Discord! https://discord.gg/j5aPUgtAudio engineering by Evette Darensbourg.

Middle Name Hercules
Good Golly, Good Booty: Little Richard

Middle Name Hercules

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 16, 2021 50:38


An exceptional, controversial, and (at times) contradictory life. Here is our episode on the architect of Rock and Roll.

Sex Wars
Sex Wars 013: Good Golly Nurse Holly

Sex Wars

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 9, 2021 50:04


In which our humble hosts white knight a tik tok nurse from a pack of frothing degenerates.

That's So F****d Up
TSFU Listenersode 7

That's So F****d Up

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 8, 2021 13:30


Ash and Cam read listener stories from Evette, whose neighbor shot, dismembered and burned his friend's body after a quarrel during a football game, and Dianne, who tells us a story about a horrifying caving death. Good Golly!Do you want to be featured on a TSFU Listenersode? Send us your stories to tsfuthepodcast@gmail.comDo you want ad free, early release episodes, and so much more?! Find us at patreon.com/tsfuFollow us @tsfuthepodcast on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Facebook, where you can also join our private Facebook group! And make sure to come hang out with us on Discord! https://discord.gg/j5aPUgtAudio engineering by Evette Darensbourg.

That's So F****d Up
TSFU Listenersode 6

That's So F****d Up

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 8, 2021 21:27


Ash and Cam read listener stories from Sara, who tells us about the Scott Peterson of Lake Winnebago, and Natosha, whose close family friend killed her husband. Good Golly!We'll be back with more fucked up stories when season 4 starts on 1/22, and on 1/18 for Patrons! Do you want to be featured on a TSFU Listenersode? Send us your stories to tsfuthepodcast@gmail.comDo you want ad free, early release episodes, and so much more?! Find us at patreon.com/tsfuFollow us @tsfuthepodcast on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Facebook, where you can also join our private Facebook group! And make sure to come hang out with us on Discord! https://discord.gg/j5aPUgtAudio engineering by Jamison Royce. Find Jamison at 2trkmedia.com

Pumping Up The Podcast - A Hannah Montana Podcast

Elise and Alana are together again for another installment of The Hannah Montana Conspiracy Hour... and to chat about episode 16 of Hannah Montana, "Good Golly, Miss Dolly." Dolly Parton makes an incredible first appearance and she is, in Alana's words, "a vision in denim." Elise talks about the Disney Channel version of a Chekhov's Gun, the Jake Ryan plot continues, as does the conversation around the HMU's doppelganger surplus. Follow us on Twitter @pumpingupthepod and on Instagram @pumpinguptheparty! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

That's So F****d Up
Bonus Episode- Interview with FBI Special Agent and Forensic Psychologist Bryanna Fox

That's So F****d Up

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 11, 2020 52:23


Extra special bonus episode coming in hot for the holidays! Former FBI Special Agent Bryanna Fox talks with Ash and Cam about the difference between psychopaths and sociopaths, forensic psychology, offender profiling, Ed Kemper and a ton of other super nifty stuff!Dr. Bryanna Fox is an Associate Professor in the Department of Criminology and Faculty Affiliate of the Florida Mental Health Institute at the University of South Florida. Her research focuses on the identification of psychological and developmental risk factors for criminal behavior and prolific offending, experimental field research, and evidence-based policing and crime prevention strategies. Good Golly!Find Bryanna on Twitter @DrBryannaFox and at http://intra.cbcs.usf.edu/persontracker/common/cfm/unsecured/criminology/bio.cfm?ID=661y Do you want more exclusive bonus episodes like this? Ad free, early release episodes, and so much more?! Find us at patreon.com/tsfuFollow us @tsfuthepodcast on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Facebook, where you can also join our private Facebook group! And make sure to come hang out with us on Discord! https://discord.gg/X9adngEAudio engineering by Jamison Royce. Find Jamison at 2trkmedia.com

That's So F****d Up
TSFU Listenersode 5

That's So F****d Up

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 8, 2020 23:27


Ash and Cam read listener stories from Kasey, who had a terrifying experience when her house got broken into and her flatmate was badly beat, and Bekah, who grew up with a cult in a neighboring town. Good Golly!Do you want to be featured on a TSFU Listenersode? Send us your stories to tsfuthepodcast@gmail.comDo you want ad free, early release episodes, and so much more?! Find us at patreon.com/tsfuFollow us @tsfuthepodcast on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Facebook, where you can also join our private Facebook group! And make sure to come hang out with us on Discord! https://discord.gg/j5aPUgtAudio engineering by Jamison Royce. Find Jamison at 2trkmedia.com

The Bridge
Good Golly Miss Dolly with John & Heyang

The Bridge

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 25, 2020 55:00


As the news brings headlines of a possible Covid-19 vaccine, John & Heyang talk about the many elements that have gone into the race for a vaccine, including the $1 million dollar donation by country music superstar Dolly Parton, and the unusual reason why she made such a large donation to Vanderbilt University for a cure.

We All Got Secrets
Episode 33: Good Golly Ms. Dolly

We All Got Secrets

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 18, 2020 65:47


On this week's podcast we discuss: Retirement Plans; Secret Santas; Next Gen Video Games; and Steve has a Freaky Friday

Gardening Australia
Good Golly Miss Poly

Gardening Australia

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 13, 2020


Sophie takes us on a tour of her new polyhouse that has changed the game when it comes to growing tomatoes and tropicals.

That's So F****d Up
TSFU Listenersode 4

That's So F****d Up

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 10, 2020 28:36


Ash and Cam read listener stories from Kelly, who tells us about her time working in a morgue, and Amanda, who reminds us why you should never take rides from strangers. Good Golly!Do you want to be featured on a TSFU Listenersode? Send us your stories to tsfuthepodcast@gmail.comDo you want ad free, early release episodes, and so much more?! Find us at patreon.com/tsfuFollow us @tsfuthepodcast on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Facebook, where you can also join our private Facebook group! And make sure to come hang out with us on Discord! https://discord.gg/j5aPUgtAudio engineering by Jamison Royce. Find Jamison at 2trkmedia.com

That's So F****d Up
Episode 28- Trafficked: Linda Lovelace

That's So F****d Up

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 6, 2020 65:54


Ashley and Cam cover the horrific truth behind the 1972 pornographic movie Deep Throat, and its' star Linda Lovelace! Good Golly! Trigger warning folks, this one is graphic and upsetting.Cam talks about Linda's early years and how she met Chuck Traynor, who dubbed her "Linda Lovelace" and taught her "the ancient art of deep throat". She also goes over the year leading up to her starring in Deep Throat and the horrors that Traynor put her through. Ashley dives into the making of Deep Throat, and its' warm reception from celebrities and the general public during the "golden age of porn". She covers the legal issues that arose after the release of the film, and the troubles that followed Linda throughout the rest of her short and tragic life as well.For exclusive interviews, ad free, early release episodes and all sorts of other nifty stuff head over to our Patreon at patreon.com/tsfuTo download "Fucked Up Bingo" for today's episode, and for our sources, head over to tsfuthepodcast.comFollow us @tsfuthepodcast on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok and Facebook, where you can also join our private Facebook group! If you haven't joined our Discord yet, what're you doing?! https://discord.gg/j5aPUgtAudio engineering by Jamison Royce. Find Jamison at 2trkmedia.com

Sonics Forever
Kevin Calabro

Sonics Forever

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 21, 2020 76:05


Good Golly!  We go deep into Sonics history here with the voice of the Sonics for 20 years, Kevin Calabro.  Kevin and Brad Burns talk about the Sonics teams of the 80s, 90s and 2000s as well as playing a competitive game of 5 versus 5.  Coach George Karl joins this episode to talk with Kevin for a few minutes as well.

Teach Me Tiger
Ominous Encore – 14 – It Was A Dark And Stormy Night (Ghosts w/ Justine Cruise Campeau) – Part 1

Teach Me Tiger

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 8, 2020 57:07


Originally aired Sept. 6, 2018. Good Golly, this one's a doozy! This here is the chilling first instalment of our long-awaited ghost ep, featuring our creepiest neighbour Justine Cruise-Campeau, the spooOOoOooky Melody Starkweather, and the totally spooked Sarah Wright. We've got YOUR tales of ghosts and ghouls from all walks of the afterlife, not to mention a few harrowing accounts of our own. Grab your protective pendant and a couple Ativan - you're about to get GHOSTED. I mean scared. Find Justine at instagram.com/the.lifted.sisters and on youtube.com. Sarah is at instagram.com/justthetiphandpoketattoos and Melody is at melodystarkweather.ca.

Sweet Ass Paranormal
The Book That Kills and Good-Golly Dolly!

Sweet Ass Paranormal

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 3, 2020 68:43


Welcome to episode 17!Please excuse the audio during this time of social distancing everyone, we are doing our best virtually so it won't be what you're used to but please stick with us through this trying time. :)Heather kicks it off with by giving us the lowdown on the Book of Soyga- aka, the book that kills. What does the secret meaning behind the coded tables in the last 36 pages really mean? What are they used for? Find out and it may cost you your life...Bri wraps up this spooky episode with her crazy research on the infamous Island of the Dolls. There's more to this island that meets the eye, and we were shocked to learn about the historical Mayan temples that may hold the key to the missing link of this creepy doll-ville.Please be sure to leave us a rating or a review on Apple Podcasts, we love hearing form you guys.As always, thanks for listening, and connect with us in the following places:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sweetassparanormal/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sweetassparanormal/Website: http://sweetassparanormal.buzzsprout.com/Email: sweetassparanormal@gmail.comTikTok@sweetassparanormal Music sampled and modified from: WaveToys – Royalty Free Background Music For Videos https://www.youtube.com/c/wavetoysmusic https://wavetoysmusic.com

The Extratime.com Podcast
Extratime.ie Sportscast Italia 90 Day 14 - Groups E & F Conclusion - Ireland v Netherlands, England v Egypt & Spain v Belgium, South Korea v Uruguay

The Extratime.com Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 21, 2020 39:30


Good Golly it's a bumper Italia 90 podcast today with four games wrapping up the last two groups.After the vulture and Luisito "thrashed things out" Spain are looking in much better nick, they face a Belgium side being forced into a few changes. Meanwhile Uruguay & South Korea are trying to salvage what's been a pretty disappointing tournament for them so far. Group F is still very much up for grabs as Jack Charlton makes some notable changes which might just do the trick for Ireland. Despite Ronald Koeman's crippling Aldridge fears, the Dutch bring their A-game in a clash for the "connoisseurs to savour". While England will need to find the 'Wright man' to break down the resolute Egyptian defence. There's also scenes on O'Connell street with a reasonable amount of arrests, the Zodiac is up to his old tricks and Little Richard is sent some lovin.Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/extratimecom)

The Neil Haley Show
The Story of Little Richard By John Goehrke of The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame

The Neil Haley Show

Play Episode Listen Later May 17, 2020 24:00


The Story of Little Richard By John Goehrke of The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Today on The Caregiver Dave Celebrity Segment, Caregiver Dave and The Total Tutor Neil Haley will interview John Goehrke of The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. he Rock & Roll Hall of Fame is remembering the incredible career and legacy of Inductee Little Richard, and sharing the following assets with media. REMEMBER: “Inductee Little Richard ripped-up the Fifties. His unrestrained musicality and charismatic persona created a rock & roll blueprint followed by generations. Songs like “Tutti Frutti,” “Long Tall Sally” and “Good Golly, Miss Molly” were amplified by Richard's rockin' piano, rolling rhythms and an electric stage presence. His sound and style were the cornerstones of rock & roll, and his outrageousness and rebellious spirit challenged the world to change,” Greg Harris, President & CEO of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.

BLERDcoMIXed
Good Golly Mx Maney

BLERDcoMIXed

Play Episode Listen Later May 14, 2020 50:47


This week MixedGirlMane and BlerdVision discuss how glorious BlerdVision's curls have gotten during Shelter-in-Place, family time watching movies, having our panel selected at BlerDCon, and the awesomeness that was Little Richard.  We've also switched back to Libsyn as our host so no more silly Anchor ads.  * * *  Produced & Edited by: Sharmane Fury  Co-Hosted by: MixedGirlMane & BlerdVision  Music media provided by Hwoodplayers/  * * *  Connect with us on Twitter, Instagram, & Facebook Sponsor the podcast at Cash App $BLERDcoMIXedPodcast  * * *  This is a ManeHustle MediaPodcast. Turn your side hustle into your ManeHustle.    BLERDcoMIXed | ManeHustle Media 2020

ED / BC Podcast
Good Golly, It’s Mother’s Day!

ED / BC Podcast

Play Episode Play 30 sec Highlight Listen Later May 11, 2020 42:28


Erik and Brian remember Little Richard and talk about how they are celebrating this year. Plus, Erik talks about his quarantine chat with New York Yankees broadcaster Suzyn Waldman.Allswell - Your Dream Bed Starts Here 100-Nights Risk-FreeDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.

Goudmijn
Goudmijn 10 mei 2020

Goudmijn

Play Episode Listen Later May 11, 2020 110:11


In deze uitzending staan we stil bij het overlijden van Little Richard, we draaiden ‘I Feel Pretty’ en ‘Good Golly, Miss Molly’. Ook was het Moederdag dus veel aanvragen voor moeders. Els en Nettie vertelden over hun moeder en vroegen ‘Geen Kind Meer’ van Karin Bloemen aan, zij wonnen beide een boomcertificaat.

The Sunday Session with Francesca Rudkin
Steve Newall: Little Richard, flamboyant rock 'n' roll legend, dies aged 87

The Sunday Session with Francesca Rudkin

Play Episode Listen Later May 9, 2020 5:10


Little Richard, the screaming, preening, scene-stealing wild man of early rock 'n' roll with hits like "Tutti Frutti" and "Long Tall Sally," died Saturday at 87, Dick Alen, his former agent, confirmed to CNN.Alen said Little Richard died in Nashville with his brother and son by his side, and the cause of death is related to bone cancer.He called the star "one of the legends, the originators" and said Little Richard had "been ill for a good while."He was a rocker like no otherThe pioneer would have stood out in any era. But in the 1950s, when Little Richard came to prominence, he was like no other: a flamboyant, makeup-wearing, piano-playing black man who personified the "devil's music" to establishment guardians.Elvis Presley was one thing, but for all his pelvic thrusts and slicked-back, juvenile-delinquent hair, he was at heart a polite Southern boy who loved his daddy. Little Richard, though ... well, he may have come from a big Southern family himself, but he represented something else."Richard opened the door. He brought the races together," said arranger H.B. Barnum in Charles White's 1984 biography "The Life and Times of Little Richard.""When I first went on the road, there were many segregated audiences. With Richard, although they still had the audiences segregated in the building, they were there TOGETHER. And most times before the end of the night, they would all be mixed together."Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger, no onstage slouch, was an admirer as well."There's no single phrase to describe his hold on the audience. I couldn't believe the power of Little Richard on stage. He was amazing," Jagger said, according to White's book.Little Richard knew his power. "They saw me as something like a deliverer, a way out," he once said. "My means of expression, my music, was a way in which a lot of people wished they could express themselves and couldn't."He also made no bones about his status. LIttle Richard bristled when he was overlooked in favor of other early rock figures, telling SFGate.com in 2003, "I created rock 'n' roll! I'm the innovator! I'm the emancipator! I'm the architect! I am the originator! I'm the one that started it!"He had made those boasts 15 years earlier, going off script while giving out the best new artist award at the 1988 Grammys.Five years later the Grammys finally recognized him with a Lifetime Achievement Award.'Rocking and rolling' in its original formIt's hard to argue with Little Richard's stance. "Rock 'n' roll" was originally a euphemism for sex, and in his energy, his falsetto "woohs!" and pounding piano, Little Richard personified the life force.A-wop-bop-a-loo-bop-a-wop-bam-boom, OK?His songs were about many things -- ripping it up, ready teddies, girls who couldn't help it -- but above all, they were about "rocking and rolling" in its original, unexpurgated form."Long Tall Sally, she's built for speed / She got everything that Uncle John need," he belted in "Long Tall Sally," a song rife with such obvious innuendo there was barely a need to read between the lines."Good golly, Miss Molly / Sure like to ball," went "Good Golly, Miss Molly," leaving even less to the imagination."Spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' like a spinnin' top / Crazy little partner, you ought to see us reel and rock," he sang in "Jenny, Jenny."The songs -- thanks to Little Richard's raucous performances -- created fearsome visions of teenage abandon in the minds of parents and censors."With Little Richard, the rock 'n' roll audience got the aggressive extrovert to enact their wilder fantasies, and his stage performances set precedents for anyone who followed him," Charlie Gillett wrote in his classic, "The Sound of the City."Sometimes that wildness kept Little Richard one step removed from the mainstream: "Tutti Frutti," his breakthrough hit, was originally supposed to feature such lines as "Tutti Frutti, good booty," but producer Bumps Blackwell suggested changes.Even the r...

Chris Carr & Company's I Tell You What
Good Golly What's Next?

Chris Carr & Company's I Tell You What

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 13, 2020 10:10


Will you be afraid to go back to normal after this?

#GINNing Podcast
Good Golly, Miss Polly

#GINNing Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 14, 2020 23:12


How do you solve a problem like Maria? Work—hard work, like the kind of committed interdisciplinary collaboration going down at Auburn University's Center for Polymers and Advanced Composites.

Cinema Chop Shop
S6E07 Good Golly Miss Dolly: Dolly Parton Movies

Cinema Chop Shop

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 19, 2020 74:53


S6E07 Good Golly Miss Dolly: Dolly Parton Movies - In celebration of her 74th Birthday, host "Travelin Man", & co-host "Smokey MountShawn" are joined by guests "Joeylene" & "Coat of Michele Colors" in the Chop Shop where Hollywood meets Dollywood.

Leland Conway
Beto's Confiscated Guns. Halting Halloween in the Heartland. Good Golly, It's EVALI

Leland Conway

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 16, 2019 26:13


10-16-19 Hour 2 Guest: ABC's Ryan Burrow

Morning Manna
Good Golly Miss Mollie - Morning Manna #3111

Morning Manna

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 10, 2019 7:40


In today's episode I share a sweet story about an amazing friendship created on an Uber ride. I hope that you're inspired by the story and will allow it to lead you to a better place... a place of gratitude and service to others.

Morning Manna
Good Golly Miss Mollie - Morning Manna #3111

Morning Manna

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 10, 2019 7:40


In today's episode I share a sweet story about an amazing friendship created on an Uber ride. I hope that you're inspired by the story and will allow it to lead you to a better place... a place of gratitude and service to others.

Fight Disciples Podcast
308: Good golly Ms. Molly!

Fight Disciples Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 24, 2019 60:21


After going crazy for Tyson Fury's Las Vegas debut we couldn't help but get equally excited for Molly McCann tearing up Greenville. She was showbiz from start to finish which included a card with stellar highlight reel knockouts! Just what is going on with Bellator?  They're owned by a TV company that cant seem to get a decent TV deal to show their fight!  Once again the fans are losing out. Finally, after defeating Adam very easily, Francis Ngannou moves on to JDS this weekend. *Please leave a review on iTunes http://apple.co/2wijpC1 *Follow us on Facebook http://www.facebook.com/fightdisciples *Follow us on Twitter http://www.twitter.com/fightdisciples *Follow us on Instagram http://www.instagram.com/thefightdisciples *Subscribe on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/fightdisciples #BOXING #FIGHT #FIGHTING #FIGHTER #MMA #UFC #CONORMCGREGOR

LongBall Presents...
Alferd Packer (Part 2) Good Golly Miss Polly

LongBall Presents...

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 17, 2019 79:04


The LBP team finally wraps up the story of Alfred "Alferd" Packer, the Colorado Cannibal, and the twists just keep coming! www.LongBallStudios.com  

She's Thriving
Good Golly Miss Molli

She's Thriving

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 25, 2019 63:44


This week we hear from Molli Sullivan and learn a lot more about this dynamic woman, beyond just her well-documented love for salads and SoulCycle. Molli courageously keeps it one hundred percent real as she discusses the joyful times right alongside the darker moments, and in doing so, she invites all of us to let go of shame, for good.

Courage & Doll
Good Golly Mrs. Dolly - Episode 36

Courage & Doll

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 22, 2019 74:26


This week's podcast goes way down south to the bigger-is-better land of Texas. We decided to review Netflix's overlooked book-to-movie adaptation: Dumplin'. Sit back as we dip a toe back into the pageant pool with Dolly Parton, drag queens, and Doc Martens. Since we're out here working 9-to-5, we figured we'd take a quiz on our dominant personality traits! https://bzfd.it/2GEXZqW Follow Us: twitter.com/courageanddoll?lang=en Check out our website: couragedollpodcast.wordpress.com/

Trivia With Budds
11 Trivia Questions on G Words

Trivia With Budds

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 2, 2019 11:35


GOOD GOLLY, this episode's all full of G-Words! We did T-Words the other day, so today I'm unleashing a whole heap of gs on you. Figure out what word we're talking about by the clue, and play along! THE FIRST TRIVIA QUESTION STARTS AT 03:30 Theme song by www.soundcloud.com/Frawsty http://TriviaWithBudds.com http://Facebook.com/TriviaWithBudds http://Twitter.com/ryanbudds http://Instagram.com/ryanbudds Book a party, corporate event, or fundraiser anytime by emailing ryanbudds@gmail.com or use the contact form here: https://www.triviawithbudds.com/contact SUPPORT THE SHOW! New PATREON page is up at: www.Patreon.com/TriviaWithBudds Send me your questions and I'll read them/answer them on the show. Also send me any topics you'd like me to cover on future episodes, anytime! Cheers.  SPECIAL THANKS TO ALL MY PATREON SUBSCRIBERS INCLUDING: Kerry Moore, Manny Majarian, Alexis Eck, Earl Clark, Alex DeSmet, Sarah McKavetz, Simon Time, Jess Whitener, Jen Wojnar, Kyle Bonnin, Douglas French, Erika Cooper, Feana Nevel, Scott Budds (The Scorpion), Brenda Martinez, Russ Friedewald, Luke Mckay, Wreck My Podcast, Dan Papallo, Greg Heinz, Mo Martinez, Lauren Ward, Sarah Kay, Jim Fields, Mona Bray, Sweet Abby Cakes, Denise Leonard, Anna Evans, Megan Acuna and Casey Becker!  

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Black on Black Cinema
Tales from the Hood 2 - Episode 143

Black on Black Cinema

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 19, 2018 102:00


This week on Black on Black Cinema, the guys return to discuss Tales from the Hood 2. The film is an American horror-comedy anthology film directed by Rusty Cundieff and Darin Scott and executive-produced by Spike Lee. The film is the sequel to Cundieff and Scott's 1995 horror anthology Tales from the Hood. The segments "Good Golly", "The Sacrifice", and "Robo Hell" were directed by Rusty Cundieff. The segments "The Medium" and "Date Night" were directed by Darin Scott.  

Walk In Truth Radio, Dr. James Sutton II
Friday's 1 minute encouraging word. Be steady and consistent!

Walk In Truth Radio, Dr. James Sutton II

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 16, 2018 3:38


God wants us to be consistent and committed. The Roman Candle comma flash in the pan is inconsistent with the word of God and the spirit of holiness. It's in the everyday being steady Eddie that God looks at. He will take care of the miraculous and the supernatural all you have to do is live at Good Golly life on a day-to-day basis --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/walk-in-truth-ministries/support

The EFG Daily Commute
Episode 11: Good Golly it's #TheGameAwards!

The EFG Daily Commute

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2018 42:50


Join Stephen on his ride to work as he discusses the nominees for his year's Game Awards! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/engaged-family-gaming/support

Lies & Slander Podcasting
Stoned Cinema Commentary: Good Golly Miss Marvel

Lies & Slander Podcasting

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 21, 2018 11:23


Marvel Studios has relseaed the first trailer for their upcoming film Captian Marvel, Staring Brie Larson. so sat down to give yall our first reactions. Twitter: @StonedCinemapod Twitter: @Liespod Instagram: Lies_and_Slander

Teach Me Tiger
14 – It Was A Dark And Stormy Night (Ghosts w/ Justine Cruise Campeau) – Part 1

Teach Me Tiger

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 6, 2018 59:06


Good Golly, this one's a doozy! This here is the chilling first instalment of our long-awaited ghost ep, featuring our creepiest neighbour Justine Cruise-Campeau, the spooOOoOooky Melody Starkweather, and the totally spooked Sarah Wright. We've got YOUR tales of ghosts and ghouls from all walks of the afterlife, not to mention a few harrowing accounts of our own. Grab your protective pendant and a couple Ativan - you're about to get GHOSTED. I mean scared. Find Justine at instagram.com/the.lifted.sisters and on youtube.com. Sarah is at instagram.com/littlewrightcrew.art and Melody is at melodystarkweather.ca. Very special thanks to our snack sponsors, Purest Gluten-Free!

UMCOC Podcast
Episode 21: Good Golly, The Gaudy Green Goblin Gets Gliding Giddily

UMCOC Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 12, 2018 65:29


NEWS: 5-Star Featured Hero Arenas are coming! http://forums.playcontestofchampions.com/en/discussion/49801/introducing-5-star-featured-hero-arenas#latest Alliance Wars Seasons have started! http://forums.playcontestofchampions.com/en/discussion/47443/announcing-alliance-wars-seasons Champion Synergies Broken in Alliance War?? https://forums.playcontestofchampions.com/en/discussion/42532/synergies-in-aw-not-working-under-investigation Royal Writeup: Doctor Voodoo! The UMCOC has a new game! Nerf Buff Sell! Pymm is hosting a Save For Blade Contest! With Prizes. Join us LIVE on Sundays: http://discord.gg/umcoc Follow us on Twitter: @umcocpod Love the Show? Want to $1 at us? Patrons get info early, and we have big things in store for them in 2018! http://patreon.com/umcoc

Emily Gaudreau's How To Raise A Maverick
116: Is 24 The New 18? Never Ending Adolescence?

Emily Gaudreau's How To Raise A Maverick

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 22, 2018 8:55


Good Golly, I hope not! Well, all I can say is that in my house the moment you get behind the wheel of a car you had better have your "adulting" skills down pat!

Scary Movie Ice Cream
SMIC Episode 33: We Are Still Here

Scary Movie Ice Cream

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 15, 2016 74:13


Good Golly we're back! And what's this? We're talking about a movie!? Join Mike and Cole as they get back in the swing of things and talk about the CHILLING (yeah we went there) movie, We Are Still Here! Bundle up every one, it's scary cold out!

Rambling Business Podcast( Hiatus till 4-23-19)
Ep #4--(Louisiana)Good Golly Gumbo! New Technology For An Old Recipe

Rambling Business Podcast( Hiatus till 4-23-19)

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 8, 2016 14:01


We continue this month’s series “Business in the Bayou” by talking Gumbo. On the way to the Nottoway Plantation Wedding, Rick and Judy were lured to Chef Ron’s Gumbo Stop in Metairie, Louisiana in a very creative and unusual way. For the full multimedia experience go to www.ramblingbusiness.com. Get the latest by subscribing on Itunes at ow.ly/Mm5d305iwvR Leave a review if you like us! www.RamblingBusiness.com

Bob Stern's Vinyl Schminyl Radio
A Devil Of A Song Good Golly from 1966

Bob Stern's Vinyl Schminyl Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 4, 2016 4:38


Devil With A Blue Dress-Mitch Ryder And The Detroit Wheels

2010 Pop Conference Audio - Presentations
Good Golly, Why Mali? Solving the Mystery of the Dominance of Malian Popular Music

2010 Pop Conference Audio - Presentations

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 9, 2011 23:57


National Gallery of Australia | Audio Tour | National Indigenous Art Triennial 07
Destiny DEACON, Good golly miss dolly, Colour Blinded 2005

National Gallery of Australia | Audio Tour | National Indigenous Art Triennial 07

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 19, 2007 1:49


Colour blinded exemplifies the way we work together, when we work together. Destiny thinks her thoughts and Virginia thinks hers. Neither of us recalls a time we’ve talked much about making work together, or discussed ideas or methods except while doing it and even then only briefly. In this case Destiny proposed doing something with sodium lights that Virginia had used before, though not in joint works. Destiny wanted to take black-and-white photos and Virginia suggested using orthochromatic film because of the way it reads and reduces colour. Destiny dreamt up and took the photos and proposed and directed most of the scenarios for the video, which Virginia shot and edited. Destiny had the idea for the snow dome and Virginia made it work. That’s the mechanics of it. But the other things that go into it result from what we’ve each been separately thinking, doing and reading; our awareness of current events and our personal histories in contact with each other and anyone else we’re working with; materials, media and the occasion or opportunity for making and showing work. The empty space in the installation is as important to us as the objects in it. When anyone walks into the space they’re absorbed into it and, visually at least, become part of the work, instead of getting in the way of it. It was exciting when a serious and respectable-looking older woman standing with her friend in Colour blinded in Paris clapped her hands and laughed and asked in French, ‘Are we alive or dead?’ Part of the point of the lights is always the same: the somewhat sinister thrill of the change they make to whatever and whoever is in their range, and the way they illustrate that how you look at things – literally the light you see them in – affects what you see. Destiny Deacon and Virginia Fraser, 2007

The TTV Podcast
TTV Episode 169: Good Golly Goblin

The TTV Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 1, 1970 72:07


This week, the TTV Crew discusses the recent unveiling of what are probably the finalized pictures for BIONICLE's first 2016 wave! They also answer some MB questions.