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History Goes Bump Podcast
Ep. 585 - S.K. Pierce Mansion

History Goes Bump Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 8, 2025 43:38


One can't miss the S.K. Pierce Mansion in Gardner, Massachusetts. This magnificent mansion is a huge Victorian that takes up the whole corner of West Broadway and Union Street. The grand exterior makes it very inviting, but the ghost stories connected to this place might just make you think twice before entering. There are those that claim this home is the second most haunted house in Massachusetts. Some owners have been chased out by spirits. There could be more than a dozen spirits here and one of them may be the furniture magnate for whom the house was built and named: S.K. Pierce. Join us for the history and hauntings of the S.K. Pierce Mansion. The Moment in Oddity features the Bone Collector Caterpillar and This Month in History features Brahms born.  Check out the website: http://historygoesbump.com Show notes can be found here: https://historygoesbump.blogspot.com/2025/05/hgb-ep-585-sk-pierce-mansion.html   Become an Executive Producer: http://patreon.com/historygoesbump Music used in this episode:  Main Theme: Lurking in the Dark by Muse Music with Groove Studios (Moment in Oddity) "Vanishing" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ (This Month in History) "In Your Arms" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Outro Music: Happy Fun Punk by Muse Music with Groove Studios Other music used in this episode: Title: "The End" and "Mortician's Hat Trick" Artist: Tim Kulig (timkulig.com) Licensed under Creative Commons By Attribution 4.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ IMDB: https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0997280/?ref_=fn_al_nm_1

Scotland Outdoors
Birch Sap, Sailing and Boggy Marathons

Scotland Outdoors

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 26, 2025 82:51


Tennants of Elgin is a family quarrying business that has been operating out of the North East of Scotland for fifty years. They have had numerous impressive contracts across Europe, but have recently begun some work that's a little closer to home – providing the granite for Aberdeen's Union Street works. Mark went along to meet with Director Gavin Tennant, and find out more about the quarrying process.Muirburn is a polarising issue at the moment in Scotland, particularly in light of recent wildfires across the country. Helen Needham met with Stuart Smith from the James Hutton Institute to find out more about the latest research on these land management practices.Buckhaven on the East coast of Fife was once a thriving fishing port, although the town's harbour has since been lost to time. Pupils at the Mountfleurie Primary School have been uncovering their local history in conjunction with the Scottish Fisheries Museum in Anstruther. Rachel met up with the head curator Linda Fitzpatrick to find out more about the town's hidden history.Rachel visited a community woodland in Gifford, East Lothian, to try her hand at some birch tapping. She met with Rupert Waites from Buck and Birch, who use birch sap in a number of ways, combining it with other foraged materials to make liquors and spirits, that harness the taste of the Scottish landscape.Kris King joins Mark and Rachel on the programme to tell us more about the Highland Ultra taking place next week. This race takes place in three stages, across the Knoydart Peninsula - what he calls the UK's last true wilderness. We hear more about what inspired the race, but also how the race aims to give back to the local rural community.The Corbenic Camphill Community is a residential care home for adults with learning disabilities. This year marks the 10th anniversary of their Poetry Path, which winds through the surrounding grounds and showcases the work of some of Scotland's greatest poets, as well as the work of some of the care home's residents. Mark met with Jon Plunkett, the Community Director, to find out more about the inspiration behind this project, and how they are celebrating this anniversary.Aberdeen and Stonehaven Yacht Club have begun their spring season of sailing upon the Loch of Skene. Mark headed out on the water with them, to find out more about the club, their history, and the exciting events they host throughout the year.

Let's Talk Pella
Let’s Talk Pella – Union Street Players Update

Let's Talk Pella

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 11, 2025 5:43


Union Street Players President Tom Vander Well discusses the latest with the organization.

G&T: Sips & Giggles
One For The Road: Kardashians, JADE, Superstitions

G&T: Sips & Giggles

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 19, 2025 50:59


In this episode of G&T: Sips & Giggles - One For The Road, Glenn & Tina discuss a variety of topics ranging from the Kardashians' trip to India, Tina's return to performance after a hiatus, and their weekend adventures.They also share exciting news about Tina's residency at Union Street and delve into the ongoing conversation about weight loss methods, comparing natural approaches to medical interventions.The episode is filled with humor, personal anecdotes, and insights into lifestyle choices. In this engaging conversation, Tina and Glenn explore various themes ranging from flight anxiety and personal coping mechanisms to the rise of solo artists like Jade from Little Mix. They delve into superstitions and their significance in daily life, discuss the decline of print media in the digital age, and share humorous anecdotes about workplace communication blunders.The discussion is light-hearted yet insightful, providing listeners with relatable experiences and reflections on contemporary issues.Got a question or a funny story for Sip & Share, then why not get in touch. Send us a message or a voice note:Email us: ask@gandtpod.comWhatsApp: 074 9318 5518 or click hereInstagram: @gandtpod | @mcgookz | @madameleggs111Facebook: G&T: Sips & Giggles PodcastTikTok: @gandtpodYoutube: @gandtpodBecome a patron of the podcast and subscribe on Patreon. Subscribers get access to the Podcast a day early and access to exclusive content. Check out patreon.com/gandtpod.Thank you to our paid Patreon's: Jude Copeland, Angela Reid, Barry, Squeezy, Dominic Lynch, Dean McKenzie Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

New England Legends Podcast
FtV - A Haunted House in Portsmouth

New England Legends Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 17, 2025 25:24


Welcome to New England Legends From the Vault – FtV Episode 106 –  Jeff Belanger and Ray Auger head to Union Street in Portsmouth, Rhode Island, to search for the long-lost location of a haunted farmhouse that made the newspapers back in 1887. Though it was reported to be haunted before a tragic event left a final scar, after a child was lost inside, the building rotted away to nothing except a spooky story almost lost to the ages. This episode first aired May 6, 2021   Listen ad-free plus get early access and bonus episodes at: https://www.patreon.com/NewEnglandLegends   

Let's Talk Pella
Let's Talk Pella – Union Street Players and The Mousetrap

Let's Talk Pella

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 6, 2025 7:04


The cast and crew of the Union Street Players' production of The Mousetrap discuss their upcoming performances March 27th through the 30th.

Steamy Stories Podcast
Stripper's Christmas Party

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 26, 2024


Where can two strippers get a bite to eat on Christmas Eve? By  MelissaBaby. (abridged) Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Fuck Christmas,” Clover shouted, “and fuck you, Tony. Fuck Santa Claus, fuck his elves and fuck all ten goddamn reindeers.” “Eight,” Roxanne said, filing her nails and looking at her over the top of her glasses. “Shut up, Roxy, I'm talking about reindeers, not how many cocks you sucked over the weekend.” “Clover, calm down,” Tony said, “It was worth taking a shot.” “Bullshit, I told you nobody goes to a strip club on Christmas Eve.”“She did tell you,” Roxanne said, “Even louder that she's telling you now.” “Look,” he said, shrugging, “I'm sorry, but it wasn't nobody…” “We've had five customers,” Clover said. “And the last one was two hours ago,” Roxanne chimed in, “It's almost ten thirty.” Clover jerked her thumb at Roxanne. “She might look like a doofus wearing that stupid Santa hat, but she's right.” Tony held up his hands, “Okay, it turned out to not be a great idea. You guys are always saying that more customers come in because they are lonely than because they are horny. I figured it would be a lonely night for a lot of guys…” “It might be a great night to be a hooker,” Clover said, “but not a dancer.” He looked at his watch, then over his shoulder at LeAnn, the bartender. “Tell you what,” he told her, “If nobody else comes in before eleven, go ahead and close up.” He started to walk away, but Roxanne called him back. “We paid our club fees, Tony, that isn't right.” He looked up toward the ceiling, as if he were looking for a script to read from. “You want to close and go home early, but you want your club fees refunded because I said we would close and you could go home early?” “No,” Clover said, “We want our club fees refunded because we paid you fifty dollars to dance on a night when you dragged us in here to dance, even though we told you nobody was coming the fuck in.” “Fine,” he said, throwing his hands in the air, “LeAnn, give them back their club fees.” The door opened, and they both groaned, but it was not a customer. Sporty, the Gold Dollar's bouncer, came in. “Speaking of guys you'll fuck,” Clover muttered. When he approached the bar, she said, “Hey Sporty, how come you go out with Roxy? I always heard black guys like girls with nice big asses.” “I always heard strippers were friendly,” he shot back. He sat down next to Roxanne. “Where have you been?” she asked him. “Yeah,” Clover said, “There could have been a brawl in here, between the rats and the cockroaches.” “I was sitting out in my car, listening to some jams.” Clover tipped out and gave LeAnn a big hug, then she and Roxanne walked out to their cars in a light cold rain. “You ain't waiting for Sporty?” Clover asked. “Nope, don't want to talk to him right now. Meet you at the diner.” They each got in their cars. A light coating of slush covered Roxanne's windshield, but the wipers easily pushed it to the side. She pulled out of the parking lot on to the slippery street and drove the mile and a half to their usual after work spot, the Finest Kind Diner, while Clover followed close behind. When she turned into the diner's parking lot she noticed immediately that the lights were turned off, except for a string of colored Christmas bulbs blinking around the front door. Clover thought for a minute. “We could go to Denny's.” “Are they open?” “How the fuck would I know? Call ‘em up.” “Oh, so I have to look up the number?” “I figured it has a man's name, so you would know it.” Roxanne sat back in her seat. “I don't want to drive all the way across town, just to go to Denny's. What else would be open?” “Just White Castle.” Roxanne thought for a minute. “Yeah, what the fuck, let's go to White Castle.” “We ought to just go in one car,” Clover suggested. “Fine. Yours or mine?” “Yours,” Clover said, “Mine is more full of trash than a westside trailer park.” She pulled her car into a parking space, shut it off and got out. “I hate this drizzly shit,” she said as she got into Roxanne's passenger seat. “Hey, don't you live in a westside trailer park?” Roxanne asked. “Yeah, that's why I know what I am talking about.” “Speaking of knowing what you're talking about,” Roxanne said, “Santa Claus has eight reindeer.” “Are you counting Rudolph?” “Nope. Rudolph doesn't count.” “Who decided that?” “Clement Moore.” “Who the fuck is he? Sounds like a baseball player.” “He wrote The Night Before Christmas.” “Twas the night before Christmas,” Clover recited in a sing song voice, “And all through the place, Roxanne was sitting on every guy's face.” “And up from the lawn there arose such a clatter,” Roxanne returned, “As Clover devoured the whole turkey platter.” Clover nodded her head. “That was pretty good,” she admitted. Roxanne was quiet for a moment, then asked, “You wonder though, who the fuck would name a reindeer Blitzen? What is he, a Nazi reindeer?” “I bet Rudolph was originally Adolf the Red Nosed Reindeer and they changed it during the war or something. Hey, what's going on with you and Sporty?” “He wants me to go to his mom's house for Christmas dinner.” “And you don't want to go?” “Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend from the strip club?” “Oh yeah, I get it. But still, you guys been going out for a while now. You are going to meet them sooner or later.” “It doesn't have to be on Christmas with all the relatives there.” “So what are you going to do?” “I don't know.” There were three cars parked outside the White Castle when they arrived. The restaurant's windows were so wet with condensation that they could not see through them. But when they dashed inside, they were nearly blinded by the garish light. “This is like sensory overload,” Roxanne said, as Jingle Bell Rock squalled from a tinny sound system. They walked over to the counter. There was no one behind it. Roxanne leaned forward, craning her neck to look back into the kitchen. She saw a young man in a white uniform and a hairnet dumping french fries out of a fryer basket. “Excuse us,” she called. He looked over his shoulder. “Be with you in a minute, ma'am,” he said. Clover cackled and nudged Roxanne with her elbow. “Ma'am. He thinks you're an old fucking lady.” “Yeah, and he thinks I'm taking my mom out for Christmas Eve.” The man came to the counter. His name badge identified him as Julio, assistant manager. “What can I get you ladies?” he asked. “I'd like four hamburgers, an order of medium fries and a large coffee, regular,” Roxanne said. “Give me six whiteys and a large Mountain Dew,” Clover added. “Would you like fries with that?” “Fuck no, I'm gonna eat most of hers.” Julio rang up their orders and Roxanne paid for both. Clover looked around the room. There were three occupied booths. In one a pair of middle aged men, wearing the uniforms of parking attendants, sat sipping coffee. At another, an older woman in a ragged green coat had only a cup of water and a single empty burger box on the table in front of her. A couple of booths down, three young, black clad goths were sitting together. They looked to be in their early twenties; two boys, one very large, the other thin and jittery, and a purple haired girl sitting across from them, loudly chewing gum. They all looked like they were coming down off a much better time than they were having now. “It's kind of a sad looking bunch of people in here,” Clover said. “Yeah,” Roxanne said, “It's Christmas Eve and they've got no place to go.” “That sounds familiar. I mean, what the fuck is the difference between them and us?” “We've got money in our pockets.” “Yeah, money we took from other lonely people,” Clover said. She looked lost in thought for a moment, then asked Roxanne, “How much money you think you've got in your pocket?” “I don't know, a hundred, maybe a hundred and twenty dollars.” Clover looked around the room, her lips tight and her brow knotted. “I'll bet I know what you're thinking,” Roxanne said. “It's fucking Christmas,” Clover said, shrugging. Roxanne called Julio back to the counter. “How much are those sacks of thirty sliders?” she asked him. “Thirty two dollars and fifty two cents.” She looked over her shoulder at the woman with her single burger. “Give me two sacks,” she said, fishing her cash out of her pocket. “You still want the other order?” “Yeah,” Clover said, “And I want you to give anybody whatever they want to drink. Keep a tab and I'll pay for them later.” Julio hesitated a moment, then said, “Okay, it will take a little bit of time. Your other order will be up in a minute.” When their food was ready, they went to the empty table between the old lady and the goths. As they walked past the parking attendants, Clover asked them, “How you guys doing? You had to work tonight?” “Fuckin' Nutcracker,” one of them grumbled. “So are you going to see your son tomorrow?” Roxanne asked Clover when they had taken their seats. Clover nodded. “Not till the afternoon. But I get to have him the next day, too.” “Have you got plans?” “I was thinking we'd go to Hong Kong Garden for dinner.” “And the next day?” “Are you kidding? The day after Christmas? We're going fucking shopping.” Roxanne laughed. “Yeah I'm sure that'll thrill a ten year old boy, going shopping with his mom.” They had each finished two burgers when Julio called to them that their order was ready. Clover walked over to the counter, picked up a bag of hamburgers in each hand and turned to face the dining area. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she hollered, “My friend Poindexter and I would like to treat everyone to Whiteys for Christmas.” She went from table to table, holding out the bags, so that each person could take some burgers. “And if anyone wants something to drink,” she said, “It's on us. Just step up and tell Julio what you want.” After going to each table, she had half a bag left. She put it on the table in front of Roxanne and sat down. Roxanne twisted in her seat and watched as several of the patrons went to the counter and ordered drinks. She noticed that the old woman in the next booth had neither gotten up nor taken any burgers. She took one from the bag, leaned over the back of the booth and asked, “Would you like another burger, ma'am?” “Are you sure it's okay?” “Of course it is,” Roxanne said, “Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas, dear,” the woman replied, taking the burger. Roxanne's phone buzzed. “I bet I know who that is,” Clover muttered. Roxanne looked at the screen. “Yeah, it's Sporty.” She sat back in the booth and answered, simply saying, “Hey.” “Listen baby,” he said, “I wish you hadn't split like that. I don't want you mad at me, whether you go tomorrow or not.” “I never said I was mad at you, Sporty. I'm just tired of all the back-and-forth on this shit.” “I don't think having Christmas with my family is shit.” “Now you're just looking to be offended. They know where you work, right?” “Yeah.” “So, you're going to tell them your bringing a girl from work to Christmas dinner, so I can sit there, eating turkey with everybody looking at me like I'm a whore.” “Ain't nobody gonna call you a whore.” “My own mom calls me a whore.” “Well, my mom ain't your mom.” “I don't know, Sporty. I'm just not sure I'm ready for this.” “We've been going out almost a year.” “Off and on.” “Whatever. Where are you at anyway? I come over to Finest Kind because I thought you guys would be here.” “They're closed.” “Well, no shit, I just told you I was over here.” “We're at the White Castle on Union Street.” “So, would it be cool if I come by?” “Yeah, sure. I'll see you in a bit.” Roxanne disconnected, shaking her head. “This fucking guy,” she muttered, “I'm telling you, he won't give up…” “And that's a bad thing? Let me ask you something,” Clover said, “and don't get pissed.” “Okay.” “Are you nervous about meeting his family because you think they won't like you being a stripper or because you don't think they'll like you being white?” Roxanne was silent for a minute. “Maybe both,” she said. “Either way, I think that's his problem, not yours. I mean it's his family.” “Yeah, but I'm afraid that if they give him a lot of shit about it, he isn't going to pick me over them.” “Well then, fuck him. He ain't worth it if he does that.” Roxanne shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.” An old man with flyaway white hair came into the restaurant. He appeared to be wearing just a light sweatsuit under his ratty coat. He sat down next to the old woman. She spoke quietly to him for a minute, then he loudly cleared his throat. “Excuse me, ladies,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Flo says you are buying burgers for everyone. Is that so?” “Sure is,” Clover said. Roxanne took two more burgers from the bag and handed them to him. “Go get yourself a coffee or something,” Clover said, “Whatever you want, it's on us.” The man thanked them, stood and fetched coffee for himself and Flo. Sporty came in a few minutes later, took off his wet coat and hung it on the end of the booth. He slid in next to Roxanne. Looking at the bags on the table, he asked, “Why did y'all buy so many burgers?” “Because we're generous bitches and we share with everybody,” Clover said. “Well, shit then.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a couple of burgers. After a few bites he said, “I need to get a drink.” “Just go to the counter,” Roxanne told him, “We're running a tab.” Sporty stuffed the rest of the burger in his mouth, then went to the counter. He came back a minute later with a large orange soda. “You been thinking about tomorrow?” he asked Roxanne. “Yeah, I've been thinking about it…” “Hey Sporty,” Clover said, interrupting her, “Let me ask you something.” “Yeah, what?” He reached for another burger. “Why do so many black families have macaroni and cheese for Christmas dinner?” “Because it's good as hell. We still have all the regular shit, turkey and mashed potatoes and cranberries and all that.” “Pumpkin pie or sweet potato?” “What do you think? Sweet potato pie.” “What kind of stuffing?” “Cornbread.” “Just plain?” “Fuck no, my mom puts Jimmy Dean sausage in it.” “Damn!” Clover exclaimed. “Listen, if this silly bitch don't want to come to your mom's house for Christmas dinner can I come?” “You can both come as far as I'm concerned.” Roxanne laughed. “That's actually a pretty good plan. If your mom spends five minutes with Clover, she'll think I'm little miss sunshine.” “No, she'll think you're a dumb bitch who thinks Santa only has eight reindeer.” “Rudolph doesn't count.” “Damn, you back on that shit?” Sporty said, rolling his eyes. Clover slipped out of the booth. “Fuck you both,” she said, standing up. “Hey everybody,” she shouted, “I'm taking a Christmas survey. How many reindeers does Santa Claus have?” There was murmuring throughout the room. The big goth kid was counting on his fingers. One of the parking attendants was quietly singing Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer. His friend said, emphatically, “Eight.” The goth girl said “Nine, if you count Rudolph.” “Rudolph wasn't one of the originals,” he replied. “So where did he come from?” “Gene Autry.” “Dead white man,” she muttered. The man who had been singing said, “The Night Before Christmas guy gave them their names.” The skinny goth kid glared over the back of the booth at him. “But who said he was in charge of fucking reindeer?” “He wrote the goddamn poem!” “They didn't know about Rudolph then!” “Isn't it nice to see how the holidays bring people together,” Roxanne said to Sporty. “All right,” Clover said, clapping her hands together. “Let's put it to a vote. How many people say nine?” She raised her hand and the goth kids and the old lady joined her. “Who says eight?” Roxanne, Sporty, the parking guys and the old man raised their hands. Clover looked at Sporty. “Put your fucking hand down, man, your vote don't count.” “Why don't my vote count?” “Because you ain't hoping to get any pussy from me tonight.” “You got that right,” he smirked. Roxanne turned in her seat. “How many people say ten?” They all looked at her, perplexed. No one raised a hand. “That's your cue to sit down and shut the fuck up,” she said to Clover. Clover looked around with a frown, then sat without saying anything more. Sporty looked over his shoulder and said, “Who thinks Die Hard is a Christmas movie?” Everyone raised their hand. “Goddamn right,” he muttered. Roxanne nudged him with her elbow. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she said. He stood up and let her go by. The parking lot guys were getting up to leave. They thanked her for the burgers as she went past their table and wished her a happy holiday. One gave her a big hug. At least he didn't try to cop a feel, she thought as she went into the women's bathroom. When she opened the door to come out a few minutes later, Sporty was standing in front of it. “You know how cute you look in that hat?” he asked. “Do you know how desperate you sound when you try to sweet talk me?” “Nah, I ain't desperate. It'd be alright if you don't want to go tomorrow. I get it. But don't go saying you weren't welcome to go, because you were asked.” “Okay, that's fair. It's just that it's a big step.” “You got to take steps if you want to get anywhere,” he said. She put her hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. Looking past him, she did not see anyone watching them. She gripped the waist of his pants and walked backward, pulling him into the bathroom. Sporty pushed the door shut behind him, and let Roxanne tug him across the room until her hips bumped against the edge of the sink. Roxanne leaned back, looking up at him and biting her lip. He gazed down at her, his hands on her hips, and kissed her. She kissed him back, but then turned her head. “At some point,” she said, “we have to talk about where we are going.” “We do,” he replied, “but we ain't got to do it right now.” She draped her arms over his shoulders and they exchanged a long, hard, tongue swirling kiss. Sporty's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and caressing them, while Roxanne dropped her hand down to rub his stiff cock through his jeans. “I think you've got something you want to give me for Christmas,” she whispered. “I don't know,” he said, “I don't think you've been a very good girl.” “Do you want me to be a good girl?” “Aw, hell no,” he said. He took a half step back, seized her waist and spun her around to face the sink. Her Santa hat fell off, landing in the basin. He ran one hand down between her legs and cradled her chin in the other. “Look at you,” he whispered in her ear. Her glasses had slipped down her nose. She pushed them back into their proper position and gazed at herself in the mirror. “Look and see what I see.” Roxanne looked at his eyes in the mirror as his hand rubbed and squeezed her pussy. “Don't look at me, look at you.” She stared at her own reflection, resisting the temptation to watch as he unfastened her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. But when his fingers slipped inside her, she leaned her head back and kissed the side of his neck. His fingers probed deep into her, his thumb played with her clitoris. She reached back and rubbed his crotch. She fumbled at his belt until he gently pushed her hand away and undid it himself. Roxanne felt his cock bump against her ass, then slip down between her thighs. He placed his hand between her shoulders and gently pushed her down until her elbows were on the sides of the sink. She picked up her Santa hat and put it back on her head. Sporty kneaded her ass, then spread her thighs, pressed the head of his cock into her pussy and began to fuck her with long, smooth strokes. Clover snickered when she saw Sporty disappear into the women's bathroom. Get your figgy pudding, girlfriend, she thought, don't go until you get some. She walked to the counter and got a refill on her Mountain Dew, then stopped and listened for a minute. The sound wasn't loud, but she could hear them in the bathroom. They were definitely fucking in there. As she walked back to the booth, she saw the goth girl looking toward the bathroom. She glanced up at Clover with a smirk. Clover winked at her and sat back down in the booth. A few minutes later, the skinny goth kid leaned close to the window and peered out. He wiped away the condensation with his sleeve and looked again. “Fucking cops,” he muttered. “What cops?” Clover asked. “Cop car just pulled up.” “Oh, shit,” Clover muttered. She looked toward the bathroom. She couldn't hear Roxanne and Sporty where she was sitting, but there was no doubt that when the cops walked in, they would. They had to walk right past the bathroom to get to the counter. One of them might even go into the mens' room. She thought about warning them somehow, but didn't think there was enough time. That was confirmed when she saw the cops approaching the door. She had to do something. Just as they reached the door, she began singing at the top of her lungs. You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why. The goth girl looked up at her and immediately realized what she was doing and joined in. Santa Claus is coming to town. The cops walked in. One was an older man. His eyes and shoulders both drooped. There's another guy doesn't want to be working on Christmas Eve, Clover thought. His partner was a young, thin black man. They walked right past the bathroom to the counter. He's making a list, He's checking it twice. The other goth kids joined in the singing. He's gonna a find out who's naughty and nice. The old couple began to sing along. Santa Claus is coming to town. The two cops stood by the counter, looking around the room. Julio approached the cash register. The older cop leaned in and spoke to him. Julio pointed to Clover and the cop looked over at her. He nodded, then spoke to Julio again. He sees you when you're sleeping, He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good, So be good for goodness sake Julio handed each of the cops a bag of burgers and a cup of coffee. Now get the fuck out of here, Clover thought, but instead of leaving they walked toward her. The older cop held out his hand. “Awfully nice thing for you to do, ma'am,” he said. The other customers kept singing. Clover shook his hand. The younger cop shook with her as well. They turned toward the door, tipping their hats to the older couple as they went by. The older cop walked out just as the customers were finishing the last chorus, but the younger cop turned and went to the counter. He held out his open bag toward Julio. “Could you toss a couple of ketchups in there?” he asked. Julio nodded and dropped a handful of packets in his bag. “Thank you, Merry Christmas.” he said, then waved to the customers. “Merry Christmas, everyone.” He took two steps toward the door and stopped and looked toward the bathroom. Clover could hear Roxanne moaning from where she was sitting. He looked around the room. “Does anyone know who is in there?” he asked. “Yes, officer,” Clover said, “That's my friend. I'm afraid she ate a few too many of these gut grenades. You know what they can do to your digestion.” “Yeah, we all been there once or twice, I suppose,” he said. He went to the door and started to open it, then stopped, obviously listening to the sounds emanating from the bathroom. He turned and looked Clover in the eyes. An amused expression crossed his face. He winked at her and walked out. Roxanne had already come twice when she heard the singing. She thought it was just in her head until Sporty paused between thrusts and muttered, “What the fuck is that?” “Jesus, don't fucking stop,” she groaned. “Oh, you need some more of this dick?” “Goddamn it, yes, Sporty, fuck me.” He gripped her hips and began slapping his loins against her ass harder. She braced her hands against the mirror and shoved back against each plunge of his cock. “You getting kind of loud,” he told her. She dropped her head and her Santa hat fell off. She grabbed it and bit down on the white felt ball to keep from crying out. But after a minute or two, she let go of it, unable to keep from moaning loudly each time he jammed his cock deep inside her. She looked up at him in the mirror. Their eyes met, and the look of passion on his face pushed her over the edge into another orgasm. Before it subsided, she felt him stiffen, jerk his cock a few more times and withdraw, as his hot cum ran down the inside of her thigh. “At least they stopped that fucking singing,” Sporty said as Roxanne cleaned herself up. He picked up her Santa hat from the floor, brushed it off and stuck it back on her head, then unlatched the door. “Hold on a minute, babe,” Roxanne said. She raised her face and kissed him. “I'd be happy to go to your mom's tomorrow.” “Damn,” he said with a wide grin, “All I had to do was fuck you real good?” “You always fuck me real good.” “Then I will always get my way, right?” “Don't push your luck,” she said, opening the door. As they came out of the bathroom, the goth kids were walking toward the exit. “Merry Christmas. And thanks,” the girl said. “Yeah, thanks,” skinny kid said as well. The big kid stopped, looked at Roxanne and held his fist out toward Sporty. “Yo,” he said, “You da dawg, bro.” Sporty bumped fists with him. “Fucking white kids,” he muttered, chuckling. They slipped back into the booth, where Clover was waiting for them with her arms crossed and a smug expression on her face. “What was that singing?” Sporty asked. “That was me saving the you two fuckpuppies from spending Christmas in the slammer.” “What are you talking about?” Roxanne asked. “A couple cops came in here while you were getting your stocking stuffed. We were singing so they wouldn't hear the noise you were making.” “We weren't making that much noise.” Sporty laughed. “Girl, you loud as hell.” The old couple came to their booth and thanked them for their burgers. “Merry Christmas,” the man said, shaking all their hands. “There is a special place in heaven for you ladies,” the woman said. As they walked away, Clover said, “You think there is a special place in heaven for us?” “If we died tonight, we might at least be able to make a case for it,” Roxanne said with a shrug. “And by next week, we are fucked again.” Julio came out of the kitchen with a damp rag and wiped the table where the parking guys had been sitting. “Hey, Julio didn't vote,” Clover said. She called to him. “Julio, how many reindeers does Santa Claus have?” Julio looked at her with a perplexed expression. “I don't know,” he said. “You know, like in the song. Dancer and Prancer and Donger and Blitzkin…” “Donger?” Roxanne asked. Julio shrugged. “I don't know that song.” “You don't know it? What the fuck country are you from?” He stared as her and said, “Colombia.” “Oh. Shit. Sorry, I wasn't trying to be rude.” “She doesn't have to try,” Roxanne said, “It's her default mode.” Julio shook his head and returned to the kitchen. “Give the brother a break,” Sporty said, “He's from South America. What the fuck he gonna know about reindeers? Ask him about llamas, he'll probably tell you everything you ever wanted to know.” “I can't think of anything I want to know about llamas,” Clover shot back. “But I do feel kind of bad for the guy. I mean, he'd have had a lot easier night if we hadn't come in here and bought burgers and shit for everybody.” “It's his job,” Roxanne said with a shrug. “Yeah, and we fucking threw a fit because we had to work on Christmas Eve.” “You threw a fit. I didn't.” “You didn't like it.” “No, but I acted like a fucking grown-up about it.” “Yeah, but you have to act like one because you don't look like one.” Sporty looked in the bag. “Anybody want this last burger?” he asked. Roxanne and Clover shook their heads. Sporty bit into the burger, swallowed and said, “You feel so bad for the guy, why don't you do something nice for him for Christmas?” “Like what?” Clover asked. “Like what the fuck you think?” Sporty asked. Clover looked at him for a minute, then tipped her head to look past him. Julio was wiping off the service counter. “He's not a bad looking guy,” Roxanne said. “Well then, why don't you go do it then?” Clover asked. “I wasn't a twat to him.” “Besides,” Sporty said with a grin, “she already got hers.” “I ain't gonna fuck him in the bathroom,” Clover said. Roxanne laughed. “The bathroom is clean, at least.” “You don't think I will do it, do you?” “Bitch, I stopped trying to figure out what you would or wouldn't do about the time you set my boyfriend's car on fire,” Roxanne said. Julio disappeared into the kitchen. “Fuck both of you,” Clover said. She got up and followed him. “Hey, Julio,” she called. He was standing at the dish sink and turned around at the sound of her voice. “Listen, dude,” she said, “I hope I didn't say anything that offended you or got you upset or what not. That's just me clowning around.” “It is fine. I understand.” “Well, I think we put a lot of extra work on you tonight, coming in here and disrupting and shouting and singing and all.” “No, it is fine, Missus.” “Well, it's Christmas and all that. I'd like to maybe give you a little something for your trouble…” Julio waved his hands. “No Missus, we are not allowed to except tips.” “Yeah, I wasn't talking about giving you money.” She looked around and saw an open door at the back of the kitchen. She walked to it and peered into a dark room. “What's in here?” she asked. “That's the manager's office.” Clover walked in and flipped the light switch. A large flat top desk against the far wall nearly filled the room. There was a faux leather swivel chair in front of it. Clover plopped down into it, spun around, and put her feet up on the desk. Julio stood in the doorway, looking nervous. “The manager does not like anyone sitting in his chair,” he said, “No one is allowed.” “But you're the assistant manager right?” “Si.” “So when he ain't here, you're the fucking manager and it's your chair.” “I do not think so…” “And I am your guest, so I can sit in your chair.” “Missus,” he said, “I know it's a foolish rule but I need this job.” “Do you think I'm gonna tell anybody about this?” Julio looked at her with a puzzled expression. “About what, Missus?” “First of all, stop calling me Missus. Then come over here and find out.” She sat up, put her feet on the floor and patted the top of the desk. Julio leaned back and looked around the kitchen as if he suspected someone might be lurking there. Clover patted the desktop again. “The boss told you not to sit in his chair, but he didn't say shit about sitting on his desk, did he?” “No. I suppose he did not.” She pushed the chair back until it banged into the wall. “So have a seat.” Julio bit his lip, seeming lost in thought, then sat on the edge of the desk. “Dude, lose that dumbass apron.” Julio reached behind his back and untied the apron. Before he could pull it over his head, Clover had his belt unbuckled. He watched with an expression of amazement as she deftly unsnapped his waistband, yanked down his zipper, and pulled his cock free. “Do all the men in Columbia have big dicks?” she asked as she wrapped her hand around it. “Si,” Julio said, “It is well known in Latin America, Missus.” “You call me Missus again and I might bite it off,” she said. She flicked her tongue at the head, then wrapped her lips around it and began to suck. Julio briefly lifted his hips from the desk and tugged his pants and shorts down to his thighs. Clover cupped his balls in her left hand, massaging them, while her right hand stroked his shaft. She took it in her mouth again, but almost immediately, she heard a chime ringing. She raised her head and asked Julio, “What the fuck is that?” Julio had a look of panic on his face. “Someone is at the drive-through,” he said, “I must go serve them.” He started to rise, but she put her hands on his hips and pushed him back down. “No, fuck that,” she said, “Stay right there.” She got up and rushed to the dining room. Roxanne and Sporty were sitting in the booth, kissing. “Hey, you fucking lovebirds, I need help here,” she shouted. When they looked at her in surprise, she said, “There's somebody in the fucking drive-through. Either of you guys ever work at a fast food place?” “I worked at Burger King in high school.” Sporty said. “Well, pry Roxy's hand off your whopper and get the fuck in here and find out what they want.” She disappeared back into the kitchen. Roxanne and Sporty looked at each other and shrugged. “I'll give it a try,” Sporty said. He slipped out of the booth and headed toward the kitchen, Roxanne following close behind. “It's like somebody told Santa they wanted a shit show for Christmas,” she muttered. Sporty went to the drive-through window and looked around. “Fuck. I don't know how to use this touchscreen shit,” he said. “Can you at least talk to the guy?” Roxanne asked. “Yeah, that shit looks the same. Hold on.” He was distracted by the sounds coming from the manager's office. “What's she doing in there?” he asked. “Sounds like she's sucking his dick.” “Damn, she's loud, too. Sounds like somebody got a rag stuck in their wet-vac.” He pressed several buttons on the communications panel, but nothing happened. He fiddled with the volume knob, and clicked the headset on and off, all to no avail. Suddenly, he was startled by a blasting horn, and looked over to see a white pick up truck right outside the window The driver, a large, red faced, bearded man, was glaring at him. “Honey, I don't think that's Santa Claus,” Roxanne said. Sporty slid the window open. “I've been out here trying to order for ten fucking minutes,” the man shouted. “Yeah, sorry about that,” Sporty said. “We got some kind of computer problem.” The man looked past him at Roxanne. “Looks to me like the problem is you're having some kind of party in there.” “Naw, she's the manager. She come in to try to fix it.” “So why isn't she fixing it?” “Sir,” Roxanne said, “I'm sorry, but there is nothing we can do about it until the tech guys get here.” “I worked to midnight on Christmas Eve. All I wanted was some burgers for when I get home.” “I'll see what I can get for you, no charge.” She went to the grill. There were onions simmering in the corner and pre-cooked patties in a warming pan. She found a package of buns and put a half dozen on the grill to brown. The man tapped his fingers impatiently on the door of his car. “This is some bullshit,” he barked at Sporty, “You got something for me or not?” “Roxy is fixing it up right now.” “The manager's name is Roxy?” “Yeah, she was named for her grandmom.” Roxanne's glasses kept steaming up from the grill's heat. She did her best to assemble the burgers, but one got no onions, one had triple pickle and some were drenched with mustard and ketchup while others got no more than a drop or two. She boxed the burgers, stacked them in a bag, and handed it to Sporty. “About time,” the man grumbled. “What about a Coke? I need something to drink.” “Coming right up!” Roxanne said with a big smile. As she poured a Coke from the dispenser she thought, I hope those burgers give you the shits, asshole. Sporty handed him the drink and cheerily said, “Merry Christmas, sir.” The man growled. “Yeah, right. I guess the two of you can get back to whatever you were doing now.” “Thank you, sir,” Sporty said, “But we already finished that. Appreciate the thought though.” The man glared at them, muttered something underneath his breath, and drove off. “What did he say?” Roxanne asked. “I didn't catch in, but I think one of the words started with an F and one with an N.” “Feliz Navidad?” “Most likely not.” “Should we figure out how this works, in case someone else pulls up?” “How long Julio gonna take getting his nut?” Roxanne shrugged. “Hold up,” Sporty said, “I got a better idea.” He walked to the back door, opened it and, looking outside, flicked a couple of light switches on the walk. “There you go,” he said. “What did you do?” “Turned off the outside lights, so the place looks closed.” Clover took Julio's cock into her mouth until she felt his pubic hair tickling her nose, then swallowed. That will keep him from trying to go see what's happening in the kitchen, she thought. When she was out of breath, she rose up, releasing his cock with a loud popping sound. She circled the head with her tongue a few times, then dove down and swallowed again. It was late, she was tired, her jaw was starting to ache and her belly was rumbling in complaint over its load of greasy hamburger. She sucked in her cheeks as hard as she could, and Julio exhaled loudly and raised his hips from the desk. As she lifted her head, Julio spurted into her mouth. She swallowed most of it, then picked up his apron off the desk and wiped her face with it, surreptitiously spitting out the rest of his load. He leaned forward, his head hanging low, while he recovered his breath. Clover stood up, and loudly burped. “Sorry about that,” she said. Julio stood, pulling up his pants. “It is okay, Missus.” They walked into the kitchen. Julio immediately noticed that it was dark outside the drive through window. “You friends, I think they turned off the lights,” he said, “I will have to turn them on and to see what else they might have done.” “Okay, well, Merry Christmas, dude.” “And to you, Missus.” Clover turned away, but he added, “Missus?” She looked back. “Maybe you will come for hamburgers again.” Clover looked him over. “Yeah, I might.” Roxanne and Sporty were sitting in the booth when Clover returned to the dining room. Roxanne was leaning against him, her head on his shoulder and her eyes shut. Clover sat down across from them. “You guys about ready to go?” she asked. Roxanne sat up straight and stretched. “Yeah we might as well,” she said. Sporty looked out the window. “That sleet shit turned into real snow,” he said. He nudged Roxanne. “Let me up, baby.” She stood and he slid out of the booth. “Give me your keys,” he said, “I'll get your car warmed up.” She fished her keys out of her purse and handed them to him as he put on his coat. Watching him walk out, Clover said, “When a man cleans the snow off your car for you, he's getting serious. Especially if he does it after you fuck him.” “I think asking me to come with him to his mom's house for Christmas shows that pretty good, too.” “So, stop being a fucking pussy about it. You think you're going to find another nice guy who is obviously crazy about you and doesn't give a shit what you do for a living?” Roxanne was silent for a minute. “It doesn't seem likely, does it?” she said at last. They kissed again and Sporty said, “You know, I had a lot of girlfriends before, but I never brought one home with me on Christmas.” She patted his cheek, kissed him and said, “I've had a lot of boyfriends before, but I never fucked one in the bathroom at White Castle on Christmas Eve.” She kissed him on the nose and dashed to her car, calling, “See you tomorrow, babe.” “It's about time,” Clover said, as Roxanne got into the drivers seat, “I'm freezing my tits off over here.” “That's because they're fake.” “Probably. They should've come with like a heater option.” “I wish I'd known it was a problem, I would have got you one for Christmas.” Clover reached across the console and squeezed Roxanne's hand. “Merry Christmas, Rhonda,” she said. Roxanne felt her eyes moisten. “Merry Christmas, Charlene.” The last display before the park exit, the grand finale, was a great arc of lights over the road. On the left, Santa rode in his sleigh, overflowing bags of gift boxes and teddy bears behind him. His reindeer stretched along the arc, their legs blinking in a dance across the night sky. At the right end of the display, Rudolph's nose glowed like a beacon. “Nine!” Clover shouted, “Bitch, count ‘em! nine fucking reindeers!” “Rudolph doesn't count.” “He counts in this town.” “Why? Because Parks and Rec says he does?” Clover sat back, her arms crossed over her chest in triumph. “Nine fucking reindeer,” she smirked. “Eight,” Roxanne muttered. “Nine.” “Eight…” By  MelissaBaby for Literotica

Steamy Stories
Stripper's Christmas Party

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 26, 2024


Where can two strippers get a bite to eat on Christmas Eve? By  MelissaBaby. (abridged) Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Fuck Christmas,” Clover shouted, “and fuck you, Tony. Fuck Santa Claus, fuck his elves and fuck all ten goddamn reindeers.” “Eight,” Roxanne said, filing her nails and looking at her over the top of her glasses. “Shut up, Roxy, I'm talking about reindeers, not how many cocks you sucked over the weekend.” “Clover, calm down,” Tony said, “It was worth taking a shot.” “Bullshit, I told you nobody goes to a strip club on Christmas Eve.”“She did tell you,” Roxanne said, “Even louder that she's telling you now.” “Look,” he said, shrugging, “I'm sorry, but it wasn't nobody…” “We've had five customers,” Clover said. “And the last one was two hours ago,” Roxanne chimed in, “It's almost ten thirty.” Clover jerked her thumb at Roxanne. “She might look like a doofus wearing that stupid Santa hat, but she's right.” Tony held up his hands, “Okay, it turned out to not be a great idea. You guys are always saying that more customers come in because they are lonely than because they are horny. I figured it would be a lonely night for a lot of guys…” “It might be a great night to be a hooker,” Clover said, “but not a dancer.” He looked at his watch, then over his shoulder at LeAnn, the bartender. “Tell you what,” he told her, “If nobody else comes in before eleven, go ahead and close up.” He started to walk away, but Roxanne called him back. “We paid our club fees, Tony, that isn't right.” He looked up toward the ceiling, as if he were looking for a script to read from. “You want to close and go home early, but you want your club fees refunded because I said we would close and you could go home early?” “No,” Clover said, “We want our club fees refunded because we paid you fifty dollars to dance on a night when you dragged us in here to dance, even though we told you nobody was coming the fuck in.” “Fine,” he said, throwing his hands in the air, “LeAnn, give them back their club fees.” The door opened, and they both groaned, but it was not a customer. Sporty, the Gold Dollar's bouncer, came in. “Speaking of guys you'll fuck,” Clover muttered. When he approached the bar, she said, “Hey Sporty, how come you go out with Roxy? I always heard black guys like girls with nice big asses.” “I always heard strippers were friendly,” he shot back. He sat down next to Roxanne. “Where have you been?” she asked him. “Yeah,” Clover said, “There could have been a brawl in here, between the rats and the cockroaches.” “I was sitting out in my car, listening to some jams.” Clover tipped out and gave LeAnn a big hug, then she and Roxanne walked out to their cars in a light cold rain. “You ain't waiting for Sporty?” Clover asked. “Nope, don't want to talk to him right now. Meet you at the diner.” They each got in their cars. A light coating of slush covered Roxanne's windshield, but the wipers easily pushed it to the side. She pulled out of the parking lot on to the slippery street and drove the mile and a half to their usual after work spot, the Finest Kind Diner, while Clover followed close behind. When she turned into the diner's parking lot she noticed immediately that the lights were turned off, except for a string of colored Christmas bulbs blinking around the front door. Clover thought for a minute. “We could go to Denny's.” “Are they open?” “How the fuck would I know? Call ‘em up.” “Oh, so I have to look up the number?” “I figured it has a man's name, so you would know it.” Roxanne sat back in her seat. “I don't want to drive all the way across town, just to go to Denny's. What else would be open?” “Just White Castle.” Roxanne thought for a minute. “Yeah, what the fuck, let's go to White Castle.” “We ought to just go in one car,” Clover suggested. “Fine. Yours or mine?” “Yours,” Clover said, “Mine is more full of trash than a westside trailer park.” She pulled her car into a parking space, shut it off and got out. “I hate this drizzly shit,” she said as she got into Roxanne's passenger seat. “Hey, don't you live in a westside trailer park?” Roxanne asked. “Yeah, that's why I know what I am talking about.” “Speaking of knowing what you're talking about,” Roxanne said, “Santa Claus has eight reindeer.” “Are you counting Rudolph?” “Nope. Rudolph doesn't count.” “Who decided that?” “Clement Moore.” “Who the fuck is he? Sounds like a baseball player.” “He wrote The Night Before Christmas.” “Twas the night before Christmas,” Clover recited in a sing song voice, “And all through the place, Roxanne was sitting on every guy's face.” “And up from the lawn there arose such a clatter,” Roxanne returned, “As Clover devoured the whole turkey platter.” Clover nodded her head. “That was pretty good,” she admitted. Roxanne was quiet for a moment, then asked, “You wonder though, who the fuck would name a reindeer Blitzen? What is he, a Nazi reindeer?” “I bet Rudolph was originally Adolf the Red Nosed Reindeer and they changed it during the war or something. Hey, what's going on with you and Sporty?” “He wants me to go to his mom's house for Christmas dinner.” “And you don't want to go?” “Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend from the strip club?” “Oh yeah, I get it. But still, you guys been going out for a while now. You are going to meet them sooner or later.” “It doesn't have to be on Christmas with all the relatives there.” “So what are you going to do?” “I don't know.” There were three cars parked outside the White Castle when they arrived. The restaurant's windows were so wet with condensation that they could not see through them. But when they dashed inside, they were nearly blinded by the garish light. “This is like sensory overload,” Roxanne said, as Jingle Bell Rock squalled from a tinny sound system. They walked over to the counter. There was no one behind it. Roxanne leaned forward, craning her neck to look back into the kitchen. She saw a young man in a white uniform and a hairnet dumping french fries out of a fryer basket. “Excuse us,” she called. He looked over his shoulder. “Be with you in a minute, ma'am,” he said. Clover cackled and nudged Roxanne with her elbow. “Ma'am. He thinks you're an old fucking lady.” “Yeah, and he thinks I'm taking my mom out for Christmas Eve.” The man came to the counter. His name badge identified him as Julio, assistant manager. “What can I get you ladies?” he asked. “I'd like four hamburgers, an order of medium fries and a large coffee, regular,” Roxanne said. “Give me six whiteys and a large Mountain Dew,” Clover added. “Would you like fries with that?” “Fuck no, I'm gonna eat most of hers.” Julio rang up their orders and Roxanne paid for both. Clover looked around the room. There were three occupied booths. In one a pair of middle aged men, wearing the uniforms of parking attendants, sat sipping coffee. At another, an older woman in a ragged green coat had only a cup of water and a single empty burger box on the table in front of her. A couple of booths down, three young, black clad goths were sitting together. They looked to be in their early twenties; two boys, one very large, the other thin and jittery, and a purple haired girl sitting across from them, loudly chewing gum. They all looked like they were coming down off a much better time than they were having now. “It's kind of a sad looking bunch of people in here,” Clover said. “Yeah,” Roxanne said, “It's Christmas Eve and they've got no place to go.” “That sounds familiar. I mean, what the fuck is the difference between them and us?” “We've got money in our pockets.” “Yeah, money we took from other lonely people,” Clover said. She looked lost in thought for a moment, then asked Roxanne, “How much money you think you've got in your pocket?” “I don't know, a hundred, maybe a hundred and twenty dollars.” Clover looked around the room, her lips tight and her brow knotted. “I'll bet I know what you're thinking,” Roxanne said. “It's fucking Christmas,” Clover said, shrugging. Roxanne called Julio back to the counter. “How much are those sacks of thirty sliders?” she asked him. “Thirty two dollars and fifty two cents.” She looked over her shoulder at the woman with her single burger. “Give me two sacks,” she said, fishing her cash out of her pocket. “You still want the other order?” “Yeah,” Clover said, “And I want you to give anybody whatever they want to drink. Keep a tab and I'll pay for them later.” Julio hesitated a moment, then said, “Okay, it will take a little bit of time. Your other order will be up in a minute.” When their food was ready, they went to the empty table between the old lady and the goths. As they walked past the parking attendants, Clover asked them, “How you guys doing? You had to work tonight?” “Fuckin' Nutcracker,” one of them grumbled. “So are you going to see your son tomorrow?” Roxanne asked Clover when they had taken their seats. Clover nodded. “Not till the afternoon. But I get to have him the next day, too.” “Have you got plans?” “I was thinking we'd go to Hong Kong Garden for dinner.” “And the next day?” “Are you kidding? The day after Christmas? We're going fucking shopping.” Roxanne laughed. “Yeah I'm sure that'll thrill a ten year old boy, going shopping with his mom.” They had each finished two burgers when Julio called to them that their order was ready. Clover walked over to the counter, picked up a bag of hamburgers in each hand and turned to face the dining area. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she hollered, “My friend Poindexter and I would like to treat everyone to Whiteys for Christmas.” She went from table to table, holding out the bags, so that each person could take some burgers. “And if anyone wants something to drink,” she said, “It's on us. Just step up and tell Julio what you want.” After going to each table, she had half a bag left. She put it on the table in front of Roxanne and sat down. Roxanne twisted in her seat and watched as several of the patrons went to the counter and ordered drinks. She noticed that the old woman in the next booth had neither gotten up nor taken any burgers. She took one from the bag, leaned over the back of the booth and asked, “Would you like another burger, ma'am?” “Are you sure it's okay?” “Of course it is,” Roxanne said, “Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas, dear,” the woman replied, taking the burger. Roxanne's phone buzzed. “I bet I know who that is,” Clover muttered. Roxanne looked at the screen. “Yeah, it's Sporty.” She sat back in the booth and answered, simply saying, “Hey.” “Listen baby,” he said, “I wish you hadn't split like that. I don't want you mad at me, whether you go tomorrow or not.” “I never said I was mad at you, Sporty. I'm just tired of all the back-and-forth on this shit.” “I don't think having Christmas with my family is shit.” “Now you're just looking to be offended. They know where you work, right?” “Yeah.” “So, you're going to tell them your bringing a girl from work to Christmas dinner, so I can sit there, eating turkey with everybody looking at me like I'm a whore.” “Ain't nobody gonna call you a whore.” “My own mom calls me a whore.” “Well, my mom ain't your mom.” “I don't know, Sporty. I'm just not sure I'm ready for this.” “We've been going out almost a year.” “Off and on.” “Whatever. Where are you at anyway? I come over to Finest Kind because I thought you guys would be here.” “They're closed.” “Well, no shit, I just told you I was over here.” “We're at the White Castle on Union Street.” “So, would it be cool if I come by?” “Yeah, sure. I'll see you in a bit.” Roxanne disconnected, shaking her head. “This fucking guy,” she muttered, “I'm telling you, he won't give up…” “And that's a bad thing? Let me ask you something,” Clover said, “and don't get pissed.” “Okay.” “Are you nervous about meeting his family because you think they won't like you being a stripper or because you don't think they'll like you being white?” Roxanne was silent for a minute. “Maybe both,” she said. “Either way, I think that's his problem, not yours. I mean it's his family.” “Yeah, but I'm afraid that if they give him a lot of shit about it, he isn't going to pick me over them.” “Well then, fuck him. He ain't worth it if he does that.” Roxanne shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.” An old man with flyaway white hair came into the restaurant. He appeared to be wearing just a light sweatsuit under his ratty coat. He sat down next to the old woman. She spoke quietly to him for a minute, then he loudly cleared his throat. “Excuse me, ladies,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Flo says you are buying burgers for everyone. Is that so?” “Sure is,” Clover said. Roxanne took two more burgers from the bag and handed them to him. “Go get yourself a coffee or something,” Clover said, “Whatever you want, it's on us.” The man thanked them, stood and fetched coffee for himself and Flo. Sporty came in a few minutes later, took off his wet coat and hung it on the end of the booth. He slid in next to Roxanne. Looking at the bags on the table, he asked, “Why did y'all buy so many burgers?” “Because we're generous bitches and we share with everybody,” Clover said. “Well, shit then.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a couple of burgers. After a few bites he said, “I need to get a drink.” “Just go to the counter,” Roxanne told him, “We're running a tab.” Sporty stuffed the rest of the burger in his mouth, then went to the counter. He came back a minute later with a large orange soda. “You been thinking about tomorrow?” he asked Roxanne. “Yeah, I've been thinking about it…” “Hey Sporty,” Clover said, interrupting her, “Let me ask you something.” “Yeah, what?” He reached for another burger. “Why do so many black families have macaroni and cheese for Christmas dinner?” “Because it's good as hell. We still have all the regular shit, turkey and mashed potatoes and cranberries and all that.” “Pumpkin pie or sweet potato?” “What do you think? Sweet potato pie.” “What kind of stuffing?” “Cornbread.” “Just plain?” “Fuck no, my mom puts Jimmy Dean sausage in it.” “Damn!” Clover exclaimed. “Listen, if this silly bitch don't want to come to your mom's house for Christmas dinner can I come?” “You can both come as far as I'm concerned.” Roxanne laughed. “That's actually a pretty good plan. If your mom spends five minutes with Clover, she'll think I'm little miss sunshine.” “No, she'll think you're a dumb bitch who thinks Santa only has eight reindeer.” “Rudolph doesn't count.” “Damn, you back on that shit?” Sporty said, rolling his eyes. Clover slipped out of the booth. “Fuck you both,” she said, standing up. “Hey everybody,” she shouted, “I'm taking a Christmas survey. How many reindeers does Santa Claus have?” There was murmuring throughout the room. The big goth kid was counting on his fingers. One of the parking attendants was quietly singing Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer. His friend said, emphatically, “Eight.” The goth girl said “Nine, if you count Rudolph.” “Rudolph wasn't one of the originals,” he replied. “So where did he come from?” “Gene Autry.” “Dead white man,” she muttered. The man who had been singing said, “The Night Before Christmas guy gave them their names.” The skinny goth kid glared over the back of the booth at him. “But who said he was in charge of fucking reindeer?” “He wrote the goddamn poem!” “They didn't know about Rudolph then!” “Isn't it nice to see how the holidays bring people together,” Roxanne said to Sporty. “All right,” Clover said, clapping her hands together. “Let's put it to a vote. How many people say nine?” She raised her hand and the goth kids and the old lady joined her. “Who says eight?” Roxanne, Sporty, the parking guys and the old man raised their hands. Clover looked at Sporty. “Put your fucking hand down, man, your vote don't count.” “Why don't my vote count?” “Because you ain't hoping to get any pussy from me tonight.” “You got that right,” he smirked. Roxanne turned in her seat. “How many people say ten?” They all looked at her, perplexed. No one raised a hand. “That's your cue to sit down and shut the fuck up,” she said to Clover. Clover looked around with a frown, then sat without saying anything more. Sporty looked over his shoulder and said, “Who thinks Die Hard is a Christmas movie?” Everyone raised their hand. “Goddamn right,” he muttered. Roxanne nudged him with her elbow. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she said. He stood up and let her go by. The parking lot guys were getting up to leave. They thanked her for the burgers as she went past their table and wished her a happy holiday. One gave her a big hug. At least he didn't try to cop a feel, she thought as she went into the women's bathroom. When she opened the door to come out a few minutes later, Sporty was standing in front of it. “You know how cute you look in that hat?” he asked. “Do you know how desperate you sound when you try to sweet talk me?” “Nah, I ain't desperate. It'd be alright if you don't want to go tomorrow. I get it. But don't go saying you weren't welcome to go, because you were asked.” “Okay, that's fair. It's just that it's a big step.” “You got to take steps if you want to get anywhere,” he said. She put her hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. Looking past him, she did not see anyone watching them. She gripped the waist of his pants and walked backward, pulling him into the bathroom. Sporty pushed the door shut behind him, and let Roxanne tug him across the room until her hips bumped against the edge of the sink. Roxanne leaned back, looking up at him and biting her lip. He gazed down at her, his hands on her hips, and kissed her. She kissed him back, but then turned her head. “At some point,” she said, “we have to talk about where we are going.” “We do,” he replied, “but we ain't got to do it right now.” She draped her arms over his shoulders and they exchanged a long, hard, tongue swirling kiss. Sporty's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and caressing them, while Roxanne dropped her hand down to rub his stiff cock through his jeans. “I think you've got something you want to give me for Christmas,” she whispered. “I don't know,” he said, “I don't think you've been a very good girl.” “Do you want me to be a good girl?” “Aw, hell no,” he said. He took a half step back, seized her waist and spun her around to face the sink. Her Santa hat fell off, landing in the basin. He ran one hand down between her legs and cradled her chin in the other. “Look at you,” he whispered in her ear. Her glasses had slipped down her nose. She pushed them back into their proper position and gazed at herself in the mirror. “Look and see what I see.” Roxanne looked at his eyes in the mirror as his hand rubbed and squeezed her pussy. “Don't look at me, look at you.” She stared at her own reflection, resisting the temptation to watch as he unfastened her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. But when his fingers slipped inside her, she leaned her head back and kissed the side of his neck. His fingers probed deep into her, his thumb played with her clitoris. She reached back and rubbed his crotch. She fumbled at his belt until he gently pushed her hand away and undid it himself. Roxanne felt his cock bump against her ass, then slip down between her thighs. He placed his hand between her shoulders and gently pushed her down until her elbows were on the sides of the sink. She picked up her Santa hat and put it back on her head. Sporty kneaded her ass, then spread her thighs, pressed the head of his cock into her pussy and began to fuck her with long, smooth strokes. Clover snickered when she saw Sporty disappear into the women's bathroom. Get your figgy pudding, girlfriend, she thought, don't go until you get some. She walked to the counter and got a refill on her Mountain Dew, then stopped and listened for a minute. The sound wasn't loud, but she could hear them in the bathroom. They were definitely fucking in there. As she walked back to the booth, she saw the goth girl looking toward the bathroom. She glanced up at Clover with a smirk. Clover winked at her and sat back down in the booth. A few minutes later, the skinny goth kid leaned close to the window and peered out. He wiped away the condensation with his sleeve and looked again. “Fucking cops,” he muttered. “What cops?” Clover asked. “Cop car just pulled up.” “Oh, shit,” Clover muttered. She looked toward the bathroom. She couldn't hear Roxanne and Sporty where she was sitting, but there was no doubt that when the cops walked in, they would. They had to walk right past the bathroom to get to the counter. One of them might even go into the mens' room. She thought about warning them somehow, but didn't think there was enough time. That was confirmed when she saw the cops approaching the door. She had to do something. Just as they reached the door, she began singing at the top of her lungs. You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why. The goth girl looked up at her and immediately realized what she was doing and joined in. Santa Claus is coming to town. The cops walked in. One was an older man. His eyes and shoulders both drooped. There's another guy doesn't want to be working on Christmas Eve, Clover thought. His partner was a young, thin black man. They walked right past the bathroom to the counter. He's making a list, He's checking it twice. The other goth kids joined in the singing. He's gonna a find out who's naughty and nice. The old couple began to sing along. Santa Claus is coming to town. The two cops stood by the counter, looking around the room. Julio approached the cash register. The older cop leaned in and spoke to him. Julio pointed to Clover and the cop looked over at her. He nodded, then spoke to Julio again. He sees you when you're sleeping, He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good, So be good for goodness sake Julio handed each of the cops a bag of burgers and a cup of coffee. Now get the fuck out of here, Clover thought, but instead of leaving they walked toward her. The older cop held out his hand. “Awfully nice thing for you to do, ma'am,” he said. The other customers kept singing. Clover shook his hand. The younger cop shook with her as well. They turned toward the door, tipping their hats to the older couple as they went by. The older cop walked out just as the customers were finishing the last chorus, but the younger cop turned and went to the counter. He held out his open bag toward Julio. “Could you toss a couple of ketchups in there?” he asked. Julio nodded and dropped a handful of packets in his bag. “Thank you, Merry Christmas.” he said, then waved to the customers. “Merry Christmas, everyone.” He took two steps toward the door and stopped and looked toward the bathroom. Clover could hear Roxanne moaning from where she was sitting. He looked around the room. “Does anyone know who is in there?” he asked. “Yes, officer,” Clover said, “That's my friend. I'm afraid she ate a few too many of these gut grenades. You know what they can do to your digestion.” “Yeah, we all been there once or twice, I suppose,” he said. He went to the door and started to open it, then stopped, obviously listening to the sounds emanating from the bathroom. He turned and looked Clover in the eyes. An amused expression crossed his face. He winked at her and walked out. Roxanne had already come twice when she heard the singing. She thought it was just in her head until Sporty paused between thrusts and muttered, “What the fuck is that?” “Jesus, don't fucking stop,” she groaned. “Oh, you need some more of this dick?” “Goddamn it, yes, Sporty, fuck me.” He gripped her hips and began slapping his loins against her ass harder. She braced her hands against the mirror and shoved back against each plunge of his cock. “You getting kind of loud,” he told her. She dropped her head and her Santa hat fell off. She grabbed it and bit down on the white felt ball to keep from crying out. But after a minute or two, she let go of it, unable to keep from moaning loudly each time he jammed his cock deep inside her. She looked up at him in the mirror. Their eyes met, and the look of passion on his face pushed her over the edge into another orgasm. Before it subsided, she felt him stiffen, jerk his cock a few more times and withdraw, as his hot cum ran down the inside of her thigh. “At least they stopped that fucking singing,” Sporty said as Roxanne cleaned herself up. He picked up her Santa hat from the floor, brushed it off and stuck it back on her head, then unlatched the door. “Hold on a minute, babe,” Roxanne said. She raised her face and kissed him. “I'd be happy to go to your mom's tomorrow.” “Damn,” he said with a wide grin, “All I had to do was fuck you real good?” “You always fuck me real good.” “Then I will always get my way, right?” “Don't push your luck,” she said, opening the door. As they came out of the bathroom, the goth kids were walking toward the exit. “Merry Christmas. And thanks,” the girl said. “Yeah, thanks,” skinny kid said as well. The big kid stopped, looked at Roxanne and held his fist out toward Sporty. “Yo,” he said, “You da dawg, bro.” Sporty bumped fists with him. “Fucking white kids,” he muttered, chuckling. They slipped back into the booth, where Clover was waiting for them with her arms crossed and a smug expression on her face. “What was that singing?” Sporty asked. “That was me saving the you two fuckpuppies from spending Christmas in the slammer.” “What are you talking about?” Roxanne asked. “A couple cops came in here while you were getting your stocking stuffed. We were singing so they wouldn't hear the noise you were making.” “We weren't making that much noise.” Sporty laughed. “Girl, you loud as hell.” The old couple came to their booth and thanked them for their burgers. “Merry Christmas,” the man said, shaking all their hands. “There is a special place in heaven for you ladies,” the woman said. As they walked away, Clover said, “You think there is a special place in heaven for us?” “If we died tonight, we might at least be able to make a case for it,” Roxanne said with a shrug. “And by next week, we are fucked again.” Julio came out of the kitchen with a damp rag and wiped the table where the parking guys had been sitting. “Hey, Julio didn't vote,” Clover said. She called to him. “Julio, how many reindeers does Santa Claus have?” Julio looked at her with a perplexed expression. “I don't know,” he said. “You know, like in the song. Dancer and Prancer and Donger and Blitzkin…” “Donger?” Roxanne asked. Julio shrugged. “I don't know that song.” “You don't know it? What the fuck country are you from?” He stared as her and said, “Colombia.” “Oh. Shit. Sorry, I wasn't trying to be rude.” “She doesn't have to try,” Roxanne said, “It's her default mode.” Julio shook his head and returned to the kitchen. “Give the brother a break,” Sporty said, “He's from South America. What the fuck he gonna know about reindeers? Ask him about llamas, he'll probably tell you everything you ever wanted to know.” “I can't think of anything I want to know about llamas,” Clover shot back. “But I do feel kind of bad for the guy. I mean, he'd have had a lot easier night if we hadn't come in here and bought burgers and shit for everybody.” “It's his job,” Roxanne said with a shrug. “Yeah, and we fucking threw a fit because we had to work on Christmas Eve.” “You threw a fit. I didn't.” “You didn't like it.” “No, but I acted like a fucking grown-up about it.” “Yeah, but you have to act like one because you don't look like one.” Sporty looked in the bag. “Anybody want this last burger?” he asked. Roxanne and Clover shook their heads. Sporty bit into the burger, swallowed and said, “You feel so bad for the guy, why don't you do something nice for him for Christmas?” “Like what?” Clover asked. “Like what the fuck you think?” Sporty asked. Clover looked at him for a minute, then tipped her head to look past him. Julio was wiping off the service counter. “He's not a bad looking guy,” Roxanne said. “Well then, why don't you go do it then?” Clover asked. “I wasn't a twat to him.” “Besides,” Sporty said with a grin, “she already got hers.” “I ain't gonna fuck him in the bathroom,” Clover said. Roxanne laughed. “The bathroom is clean, at least.” “You don't think I will do it, do you?” “Bitch, I stopped trying to figure out what you would or wouldn't do about the time you set my boyfriend's car on fire,” Roxanne said. Julio disappeared into the kitchen. “Fuck both of you,” Clover said. She got up and followed him. “Hey, Julio,” she called. He was standing at the dish sink and turned around at the sound of her voice. “Listen, dude,” she said, “I hope I didn't say anything that offended you or got you upset or what not. That's just me clowning around.” “It is fine. I understand.” “Well, I think we put a lot of extra work on you tonight, coming in here and disrupting and shouting and singing and all.” “No, it is fine, Missus.” “Well, it's Christmas and all that. I'd like to maybe give you a little something for your trouble…” Julio waved his hands. “No Missus, we are not allowed to except tips.” “Yeah, I wasn't talking about giving you money.” She looked around and saw an open door at the back of the kitchen. She walked to it and peered into a dark room. “What's in here?” she asked. “That's the manager's office.” Clover walked in and flipped the light switch. A large flat top desk against the far wall nearly filled the room. There was a faux leather swivel chair in front of it. Clover plopped down into it, spun around, and put her feet up on the desk. Julio stood in the doorway, looking nervous. “The manager does not like anyone sitting in his chair,” he said, “No one is allowed.” “But you're the assistant manager right?” “Si.” “So when he ain't here, you're the fucking manager and it's your chair.” “I do not think so…” “And I am your guest, so I can sit in your chair.” “Missus,” he said, “I know it's a foolish rule but I need this job.” “Do you think I'm gonna tell anybody about this?” Julio looked at her with a puzzled expression. “About what, Missus?” “First of all, stop calling me Missus. Then come over here and find out.” She sat up, put her feet on the floor and patted the top of the desk. Julio leaned back and looked around the kitchen as if he suspected someone might be lurking there. Clover patted the desktop again. “The boss told you not to sit in his chair, but he didn't say shit about sitting on his desk, did he?” “No. I suppose he did not.” She pushed the chair back until it banged into the wall. “So have a seat.” Julio bit his lip, seeming lost in thought, then sat on the edge of the desk. “Dude, lose that dumbass apron.” Julio reached behind his back and untied the apron. Before he could pull it over his head, Clover had his belt unbuckled. He watched with an expression of amazement as she deftly unsnapped his waistband, yanked down his zipper, and pulled his cock free. “Do all the men in Columbia have big dicks?” she asked as she wrapped her hand around it. “Si,” Julio said, “It is well known in Latin America, Missus.” “You call me Missus again and I might bite it off,” she said. She flicked her tongue at the head, then wrapped her lips around it and began to suck. Julio briefly lifted his hips from the desk and tugged his pants and shorts down to his thighs. Clover cupped his balls in her left hand, massaging them, while her right hand stroked his shaft. She took it in her mouth again, but almost immediately, she heard a chime ringing. She raised her head and asked Julio, “What the fuck is that?” Julio had a look of panic on his face. “Someone is at the drive-through,” he said, “I must go serve them.” He started to rise, but she put her hands on his hips and pushed him back down. “No, fuck that,” she said, “Stay right there.” She got up and rushed to the dining room. Roxanne and Sporty were sitting in the booth, kissing. “Hey, you fucking lovebirds, I need help here,” she shouted. When they looked at her in surprise, she said, “There's somebody in the fucking drive-through. Either of you guys ever work at a fast food place?” “I worked at Burger King in high school.” Sporty said. “Well, pry Roxy's hand off your whopper and get the fuck in here and find out what they want.” She disappeared back into the kitchen. Roxanne and Sporty looked at each other and shrugged. “I'll give it a try,” Sporty said. He slipped out of the booth and headed toward the kitchen, Roxanne following close behind. “It's like somebody told Santa they wanted a shit show for Christmas,” she muttered. Sporty went to the drive-through window and looked around. “Fuck. I don't know how to use this touchscreen shit,” he said. “Can you at least talk to the guy?” Roxanne asked. “Yeah, that shit looks the same. Hold on.” He was distracted by the sounds coming from the manager's office. “What's she doing in there?” he asked. “Sounds like she's sucking his dick.” “Damn, she's loud, too. Sounds like somebody got a rag stuck in their wet-vac.” He pressed several buttons on the communications panel, but nothing happened. He fiddled with the volume knob, and clicked the headset on and off, all to no avail. Suddenly, he was startled by a blasting horn, and looked over to see a white pick up truck right outside the window The driver, a large, red faced, bearded man, was glaring at him. “Honey, I don't think that's Santa Claus,” Roxanne said. Sporty slid the window open. “I've been out here trying to order for ten fucking minutes,” the man shouted. “Yeah, sorry about that,” Sporty said. “We got some kind of computer problem.” The man looked past him at Roxanne. “Looks to me like the problem is you're having some kind of party in there.” “Naw, she's the manager. She come in to try to fix it.” “So why isn't she fixing it?” “Sir,” Roxanne said, “I'm sorry, but there is nothing we can do about it until the tech guys get here.” “I worked to midnight on Christmas Eve. All I wanted was some burgers for when I get home.” “I'll see what I can get for you, no charge.” She went to the grill. There were onions simmering in the corner and pre-cooked patties in a warming pan. She found a package of buns and put a half dozen on the grill to brown. The man tapped his fingers impatiently on the door of his car. “This is some bullshit,” he barked at Sporty, “You got something for me or not?” “Roxy is fixing it up right now.” “The manager's name is Roxy?” “Yeah, she was named for her grandmom.” Roxanne's glasses kept steaming up from the grill's heat. She did her best to assemble the burgers, but one got no onions, one had triple pickle and some were drenched with mustard and ketchup while others got no more than a drop or two. She boxed the burgers, stacked them in a bag, and handed it to Sporty. “About time,” the man grumbled. “What about a Coke? I need something to drink.” “Coming right up!” Roxanne said with a big smile. As she poured a Coke from the dispenser she thought, I hope those burgers give you the shits, asshole. Sporty handed him the drink and cheerily said, “Merry Christmas, sir.” The man growled. “Yeah, right. I guess the two of you can get back to whatever you were doing now.” “Thank you, sir,” Sporty said, “But we already finished that. Appreciate the thought though.” The man glared at them, muttered something underneath his breath, and drove off. “What did he say?” Roxanne asked. “I didn't catch in, but I think one of the words started with an F and one with an N.” “Feliz Navidad?” “Most likely not.” “Should we figure out how this works, in case someone else pulls up?” “How long Julio gonna take getting his nut?” Roxanne shrugged. “Hold up,” Sporty said, “I got a better idea.” He walked to the back door, opened it and, looking outside, flicked a couple of light switches on the walk. “There you go,” he said. “What did you do?” “Turned off the outside lights, so the place looks closed.” Clover took Julio's cock into her mouth until she felt his pubic hair tickling her nose, then swallowed. That will keep him from trying to go see what's happening in the kitchen, she thought. When she was out of breath, she rose up, releasing his cock with a loud popping sound. She circled the head with her tongue a few times, then dove down and swallowed again. It was late, she was tired, her jaw was starting to ache and her belly was rumbling in complaint over its load of greasy hamburger. She sucked in her cheeks as hard as she could, and Julio exhaled loudly and raised his hips from the desk. As she lifted her head, Julio spurted into her mouth. She swallowed most of it, then picked up his apron off the desk and wiped her face with it, surreptitiously spitting out the rest of his load. He leaned forward, his head hanging low, while he recovered his breath. Clover stood up, and loudly burped. “Sorry about that,” she said. Julio stood, pulling up his pants. “It is okay, Missus.” They walked into the kitchen. Julio immediately noticed that it was dark outside the drive through window. “You friends, I think they turned off the lights,” he said, “I will have to turn them on and to see what else they might have done.” “Okay, well, Merry Christmas, dude.” “And to you, Missus.” Clover turned away, but he added, “Missus?” She looked back. “Maybe you will come for hamburgers again.” Clover looked him over. “Yeah, I might.” Roxanne and Sporty were sitting in the booth when Clover returned to the dining room. Roxanne was leaning against him, her head on his shoulder and her eyes shut. Clover sat down across from them. “You guys about ready to go?” she asked. Roxanne sat up straight and stretched. “Yeah we might as well,” she said. Sporty looked out the window. “That sleet shit turned into real snow,” he said. He nudged Roxanne. “Let me up, baby.” She stood and he slid out of the booth. “Give me your keys,” he said, “I'll get your car warmed up.” She fished her keys out of her purse and handed them to him as he put on his coat. Watching him walk out, Clover said, “When a man cleans the snow off your car for you, he's getting serious. Especially if he does it after you fuck him.” “I think asking me to come with him to his mom's house for Christmas shows that pretty good, too.” “So, stop being a fucking pussy about it. You think you're going to find another nice guy who is obviously crazy about you and doesn't give a shit what you do for a living?” Roxanne was silent for a minute. “It doesn't seem likely, does it?” she said at last. They kissed again and Sporty said, “You know, I had a lot of girlfriends before, but I never brought one home with me on Christmas.” She patted his cheek, kissed him and said, “I've had a lot of boyfriends before, but I never fucked one in the bathroom at White Castle on Christmas Eve.” She kissed him on the nose and dashed to her car, calling, “See you tomorrow, babe.” “It's about time,” Clover said, as Roxanne got into the drivers seat, “I'm freezing my tits off over here.” “That's because they're fake.” “Probably. They should've come with like a heater option.” “I wish I'd known it was a problem, I would have got you one for Christmas.” Clover reached across the console and squeezed Roxanne's hand. “Merry Christmas, Rhonda,” she said. Roxanne felt her eyes moisten. “Merry Christmas, Charlene.” The last display before the park exit, the grand finale, was a great arc of lights over the road. On the left, Santa rode in his sleigh, overflowing bags of gift boxes and teddy bears behind him. His reindeer stretched along the arc, their legs blinking in a dance across the night sky. At the right end of the display, Rudolph's nose glowed like a beacon. “Nine!” Clover shouted, “Bitch, count ‘em! nine fucking reindeers!” “Rudolph doesn't count.” “He counts in this town.” “Why? Because Parks and Rec says he does?” Clover sat back, her arms crossed over her chest in triumph. “Nine fucking reindeer,” she smirked. “Eight,” Roxanne muttered. “Nine.” “Eight…” By  MelissaBaby for Literotica

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Our True Crime Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 22, 2024 33:23


We are on day ten of the 12 Nightmares Before Christmas. On a freezing cold night in December of 1977, two women in their mid-thirties were leaving the Forker's Café at 64 Union Street in Newark, Ohio. At 2:30 a.m., Joyce Vermillion, a barmaid at the café, and Karen Dodrill (dod-rill), a patron and friend of Joyce's, were preparing to call it a night. Karen had been out celebrating her birthday and had offered to give her friend Joyce a ride home. Since it was minus 4 degrees Fahrenheit, Karen went out to warm up her car first and was headed back into the bar when she was gunned down by a person waiting in the bushes.  Since there was a homemade silencer on the gun, Joyce had no warning of any danger and walked out of the building and was shot and killed as well. (Some sources say they were walking across the parking lot when they were gunned down.) When Joyce failed to return home from work, her husband notified the police. No one knew that there was not just one killer at work; there were two, and they were related.Join Jen and Cam of Our True Crime Podcast as we discuss ‘Ohio's 22 Caliber Killers: The Lewingdon Brothers.'Thank you to our team:Written and researched by Lauretta AllenListener Discretion by Edward October from Octoberpod AMExecutive Producer Nico Vitesse of The Inky PawprintSources:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gary_and_Thaddeus_Lewingdonhttps://mail.crimelibrary.org/serial_killers/partners/lewingdon_bros/4.htmlhttps://www.newspapers.com/image/288325368/?match=1&terms=Joyce%20Vermillion%20Karen%20Dodrillhttps://www.newspapers.com/image/288325794/?match=1&terms=Joyce%20Vermillion%20Karen%20Dodrillhttps://www.newspapers.com/image/288326901/?match=1&terms=Joyce%20Vermillion%20Karen%20Dodrillhttps://www.newspapers.com/image/288331767/?match=1&terms=Joyce%20Vermillion%20Karen%20Dodrillhttps://www.newspapers.com/image/989648304/?match=1&terms=%22Robert%20McCann%22https://www.newspapers.com/image/601876460/?match=1&terms=%22Robert%20McCann%22https://www.newspapers.com/image/844598598/?match=1&terms=Robert%20Mickey%20McCannhttps://www.newspapers.com/image/406055736/?match=1&terms=Jenkins%20Joneshttps://www.newspapers.com/image/406055736/?match=1&terms=Jenkins%20Joneshttps://static1.squarespace.com/static/5054b15de4b02b42cb2ebd87/t/58aef25a17bffc1271928016/1487860323271/HistTimes201401.pdfhttp://wiki.lickingcountylibrary.info/Murders_and_Homicideshttps://www.newspapers.com/image/863804609/?match=1&terms=%22Claudia%20Yasko%22https://www.newspapers.com/image/825445876/?match=1&terms=%22Claudia%20Yasko%22%20confessedhttps://www.newspapers.com/image/903090856/?match=1&terms=%22Gerald%20Fields%22https://www.newspapers.com/image/297373789/?match=1&terms=%22Gerald%20Fields%22https://www.newspapers.com/image/288468878/?match=1&terms=%22Gerald%20Fields%22https://www.newspapers.com/image/296336484/?match=1&terms=%22Jerry%20Martin%22%20%20Marthahttps://www.newspapers.com/image/288494235/?match=1&terms=%22Jerry%20Martin%22%20%20Marthahttps://www.newspapers.com/image/287438136/?match=1&terms=%22Joseph%20Annick%22https://www.newspapers.com/image/157391755/?match=1&terms=%22Joseph%20Annick%22https://www.newspapers.com/image/295929917/?match=1&terms=%22Claudia%20Yasko%22%20https://www.newspapers.com/image/287557372/?match=1&terms=Lewingdon%20organized%20crimehttps://www.newspapers.com/image/296705157/?match=1&terms=John%20Vodhanel%20chargeshttps://www.newspapers.com/image/1065476941/?match=1&terms=John%20Vodhanel%20chargeshttps://www.newspapers.com/image/719952673/?match=1&terms=Christine%20Herdmanhttps://www.newspapers.com/image/406056639/?match=1&terms=Christine%20Herdmanhttps://www.newspapers.com/image/395561556/?match=1&terms=%22Jerry%20Martin%22%20obituary

Mullinger's Weekly Ramble
Trudeau! Tariffs! Usyk! Musk! Prince Andrew!

Mullinger's Weekly Ramble

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 19, 2024 76:48


It's the most wonderful time of the year and James is rambling about everything that really matters including: the Juniper VsVinegar debate, fasting, Oleksandr Usyk Vs Tyson Fury, pizza, drones, farts, overcoming performance anxiety, The Max Pub on Union Street, Canada Post, bed bugs, Lily Phillips, the best food ever, ADHD brain at Christmastime, more farts and upcoming shows.

Let's Talk Pella
Let’s Talk Pella – Union Street Players Latest

Let's Talk Pella

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 17, 2024 6:41


President of the Union Street Players Tom Vander Well discusses the latest with the theater troupe.

Let's Talk Pella
Let's Talk Pella – Union Street Players and My Fair Lady

Let's Talk Pella

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 22, 2024 9:02


The cast and crew of the Union Street Players' production of My Fair Lady discusses their upcoming performances December 6th through the 15th.

Urban Forum Northwest
Michelle Merriweather, David Cuerpo, Josephine Howell and more

Urban Forum Northwest

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2024 51:00


Thursday, November 14 on Urban Forum Northwest: *Michelle Merriweather, President & CEO, Urban League of Metropolitan Seattle invites you to the 23rd Annual Breakfast:Era of Essential Service featuring special guest, Taraji P. Henson. The event will be held on Friday, November 22 beginning at 8:30 am at the Seattle Convention Center Summit Building 900 Pine Street, Seattle 98101.*David Cuerpo, Communications Specialist | Public Information Officer, Seattle Fire Department in his position he speaks on behalf of the firefighters and paramedics that serve the city. He also informs the community of significant events. Today he will inform you of two events that will inform interested individuals that might want to consider a career as a firefighter/paramedic. The starting salary is $94,000.00.*Dr. John German reflects on the contributions made by the late Dr. James D. Carter who passed away suddenly on October 28. He was revered leader and a cherished part of The Breakfast Group, a Seattle nonprofit made up of African American professional men. He was executive director of The Breakfast Group's Project M.I.S.T.E.R program. He was a member of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity and a member of the National Black MBA Association.*John Houston's father was swindled out of 10 acres of property on Union Street in Renton WA by theRenton School District. His family was told that the District needed their property to build a middle/junior high school, which was never built but sold to a developer. Mr. Houston will provide an update on his efforts to reclaim his family's land.*Josephine Howell comments on JHP Presents "Sounds Of The Sound" that will be held Saturday, November 30 at 6:30 pm at Town Hall Seattle 1119 8th Avenue Seattle 98101.Urban Forum Northwest streams live at www.1150kknw.com. Check us out at www.urbanforumnw.com for archived program and relevant information. Like us on facebook. @Eddie_Rye. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Urban Forum Northwest
Michelle Merriweather, David Cuerpo, Josephine Howell and more

Urban Forum Northwest

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2024 51:00


Thursday, November 14 on Urban Forum Northwest: *Michelle Merriweather, President & CEO, Urban League of Metropolitan Seattle invites you to the 23rd Annual Breakfast:Era of Essential Service featuring special guest, Taraji P. Henson. The event will be held on Friday, November 22 beginning at 8:30 am at the Seattle Convention Center Summit Building 900 Pine Street, Seattle 98101. *David Cuerpo, Communications Specialist | Public Information Officer, Seattle Fire Department in his position he speaks on behalf of the firefighters and paramedics that serve the city. He also informs the community of significant events. Today he will inform you of two events that will inform interested individuals that might want to consider a career as a firefighter/paramedic. The starting salary is $94,000.00. *Dr. John German reflects on the contributions made by the late Dr. James D. Carter who passed away suddenly on October 28. He was revered leader and a cherished part of The Breakfast Group, a Seattle nonprofit made up of African American professional men. He was executive director of The Breakfast Group's Project M.I.S.T.E.R program. He was a member of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity and a member of the National Black MBA Association. *John Houston's father was swindled out of 10 acres of property on Union Street in Renton WA by theRenton School District. His family was told that the District needed their property to build a middle/junior high school, which was never built but sold to a developer. Mr. Houston will provide an update on his efforts to reclaim his family's land. *Josephine Howell comments on JHP Presents "Sounds Of The Sound" that will be held Saturday, November 30 at 6:30 pm at Town Hall Seattle 1119 8th Avenue Seattle 98101. Urban Forum Northwest streams live at www.1150kknw.com. Check us out at www.urbanforumnw.com for archived program and relevant information. Like us on facebook. @Eddie_Rye. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Alternative Talk- 1150AM KKNW
Urban Forum NW 11-14-24

Alternative Talk- 1150AM KKNW

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 14, 2024 51:00


Thursday, November 14 on Urban Forum Northwest: *Michelle Merriweather, President & CEO, Urban League of Metropolitan Seattle invites you to the 23rd Annual Breakfast:Era of Essential Service featuring special guest, Taraji P. Henson. The event will be held on Friday, November 22 beginning at 8:30 am at the Seattle Convention Center Summit Building 900 Pine Street, Seattle 98101. *David Cuerpo, Communications Specialist | Public Information Officer, Seattle Fire Department in his position he speaks on behalf of the firefighters and paramedics that serve the city. He also informs the community of significant events. Today he will inform you of two events that will inform interested individuals that might want to consider a career as a firefighter/paramedic. The starting salary is $94,000.00. *Dr. John German reflects on the contributions made by the late Dr. James D. Carter who passed away suddenly on October 28. He was revered leader and a cherished part of The Breakfast Group, a Seattle nonprofit made up of African American professional men. He was executive director of The Breakfast Group's Project M.I.S.T.E.R program. He was a member of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity and a member of the National Black MBA Association. *John Houston's father was swindled out of 10 acres of property on Union Street in Renton WA by theRenton School District. His family was told that the District needed their property to build a middle/junior high school, which was never built but sold to a developer. Mr. Houston will provide an update on his efforts to reclaim his family's land. *Josephine Howell comments on JHP Presents "Sounds Of The Sound" that will be held Saturday, November 30 at 6:30 pm at Town Hall Seattle 1119 8th Avenue Seattle 98101. Urban Forum Northwest streams live at www.1150kknw.com. Check us out at www.urbanforumnw.com for archived program and relevant information. Like us on facebook. X@Eddie_Rye.

G&T: Sips & Giggles
A Triple Tipple with Trudy Scrumptious - The Sunday Bingo Show: Part 2

G&T: Sips & Giggles

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 9, 2024 53:34


This week on “G&T: Sips and Giggles,” Glenn and Tina welcome Belfast Drag Royalty, Trudy Scrumptious, as they hop in the tacky time machine and head back to the good old days of the iconic Sunday bingo show. In part two of this two-part episode, the trio shares stories from the show's humble beginnings at Parliament Bar to its rise as a must-see event at Union Street. Along the way, they reminisce about unforgettable moments from the golden era of Belfast's drag scene. Listeners are invited to join the nostalgia, as they share their own memories of this vibrant time.So grab your favourite drink and tune in for a trip down memory lane with laughter, fabulous stories, and a celebration of Belfast's drag history!Watch the clips discussed in this show hereGot a question or a funny story for Sip & Share, then why not get in touch. Send us a message or a voice note:Email us: ask@gandtpod.comWhatsApp: 074 9318 5518 or click hereInstagram: @gandtpod | @mcgookz | @madameleggs111Facebook: G&T: Sips & Giggles PodcastTikTok: @gandtpodYoutube: @gandtpodBecome a patron of the podcast and subscribe on Patreon. Subscribers get access to the Podcast a day early and access to exclusive content. Check out patreon.com/gandtpod Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

G&T: Sips & Giggles
A Triple Tipple with Trudy Scrumptious - The Sunday Bingo Show: Part 1

G&T: Sips & Giggles

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 25, 2024 53:58


This week on “G&T: Sips and Giggles,” Glenn and Tina welcome Belfast Drag Royalty, Trudy Scrumptious, as they hop in the tacky time machine and head back to the good old days of the iconic Sunday bingo show. In part one of this two-part episode, the trio shares stories from the show's humble beginnings at Parliament Bar to its rise as a must-see event at Union Street. Along the way, they reminisce about unforgettable moments from the golden era of Belfast's drag scene. Listeners are invited to join the nostalgia, as they share their own memories of this vibrant time.So grab your favourite drink and tune in for a trip down memory lane with laughter, fabulous stories, and a celebration of Belfast's drag history!Watch the clips discussed in this show hereGot a question or a funny story for Sip & Share, then why not get in touch. Send us a message or a voice note:Email us: ask@gandtpod.comWhatsApp: 074 9318 5518 or click hereInstagram: @gandtpod | @mcgookz | @madameleggs111Facebook: G&T: Sips & Giggles PodcastTikTok: @gandtpodBecome a patron of the podcast and subscribe on Patreon. Subscribers get access to the Podcast a day early and access to exclusive content. Check out patreon.com/gandtpod Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Let's Talk Pella
Let’s Talk Pella – Union Street Players Latest

Let's Talk Pella

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 23, 2024 12:12


Union Street Players President Tom Vander Well discusses the latest with the community theater group.

KentOnline
Podcast: Mystery buyer snaps up areas of land in Rainham, Gillingham and Chatham leaving residents concerned about privacy

KentOnline

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 2, 2024 18:11


A mystery buyer has snapped up plots of land in Medway, leading to fears it'll affect resident's privacy and the value of their homes.The plots of land vary in size from less the an acre to more than seven acres, and some are within feet of people's properties.Also in today's podcast, a man's been arrested on suspicion of murder after a woman in her 80s was stabbed to death near Tunbridge Wells.Police were called to a disturbance in Bright Ridge in Southborough on Saturday night.The prisons watchdog says HMP Rochester needs urgent improvement after a decade of decline resulting in a "shocking level of neglect".  Inspectors visited last month and found squalid conditions, rising violence and widespread drug use.  Hear from Charlie Taylor who is HM Chief Inspector of Prisons.The Kent MP hoping to be the next Tory leader has revealed he'd bring back something similar to the Rwanda scheme if he ever becomes Prime Minister.Labour promised to scrap the policy and have set up a Border Security Command to try and stop asylum seekers crossing the Channel. Tonbridge rep Tom Tugendhat has been speaking on the latest episode of the Kent Politics Podcast.As new research suggests more than a fifth of customers are asking for the service charge to be removed from restaurant bills, we've been finding out what you think.Rather than leave a tip on the table, it's becoming more and more common for eateries to add a bit extra onto the bill instead. Reporter Millie Bowles has been chatting to diners in Canterbury.It's claimed donations have been left to rot inside a charity shop in Maidstone, after it closed during the pandemic but never reopened.Save the Children in Union Street still has a full window display at the front and is overgrown with brambles at the back.And in sport, Gillingham remain unbeaten in league two this season after a 1-0 win over Chesterfield.Robbie McKenzie scored the only goal of the game at Priestfield on Saturday and we've been getting the thoughts of manager Mark Bonner.

Murder Mile True-Crime Podcast
#263 - Sweethearts

Murder Mile True-Crime Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 22, 2024 66:38


On the night of Saturday 4th to Sunday 5th February 1984, in the workshop of Courier Display Systems on Union Street in Southwark, teenage lovers (Robert Ian Vaughan & Michelle Anne Sadler) were brutally murdered by their work colleague David Carty. But why?Murder Mile is researched, written and performed by Michael of Murder Mile UK True Crime Podcast with the main musical themes written and performed by Erik Stein and Jon Boux of Cult With No Name and additional music, as used under the Creative Commons License 4.0. A full listing of tracks used and a full transcript for each episode is listed here and a legal disclaimer.For links click hereTo subscribe via Patreon, click here CLICK for TICKETS to see Murder Ain't Easy at London Podcast Festival on Saturday 13th September 2024 (London)Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/murdermile. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

G&T: Sips & Giggles
One For The Road: Union Street Bar, A Mystery Man & Marriage

G&T: Sips & Giggles

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 21, 2024 29:42


This week on “G&T: Sips and Giggles - One for the Road: Union Street Bar, A Mystery Man & Marriage”, Glenn and Tina have plenty to catch up on!They dive into the buzz around Union Street Bar's new management and reminisce about the bar over the years. Tina teases details about her mysterious new man, keeping Glenn—and listeners—on their toes. Glenn recounts his cramped but fun boat trip along the River Bann, while Tina puts him on the spot, when she quizzes him about married life and, of course, his ongoing drag queen crush. Oh and Tina mentions Xmas.... again.... enough already! LOLSo grab your favourite drink and tune in for an episode packed with local updates, intriguing stories, and festive chatter (again)!Got a question or a funny story for Sip & Share, then why not get in touch. Send us a message or a voice note:Email us: ask@gandtpod.comWhatsApp: 074 9318 5518 or click hereInstagram: @gandtpod | @mcgookz | @madameleggs111Facebook: G&T: Sips & Giggles PodcastTikTok: @gandtpodBecome a patron of the podcast and subscribe on Patreon. Subscribers get access to the Podcast a day early and access to exclusive content. Check out patreon.com/gandtpod Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Dave Ross Commentary
Charlie Harger: I'm not a quitter, but it's time to quit on the Southlake Union Street Car

The Dave Ross Commentary

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 20, 2024 3:34


KIRO News Radio's Charlie Harger reacts to the damaged street car and the shockingly low ridership of it. He doesn't like to give up, but it might be time to for the Southlake Union Street Car

Slightly Serious Sign Podcast
The South Union Street Gang with Steve Austin and Kevin Beukema

Slightly Serious Sign Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 5, 2024 37:21


Ep 24: Get to know Steve Austin (Sales) and Kevin Beukema (Tech Team Manager). Mike, Steve, and Kevin don't just work together, they've been friends for a long time. A real long time. Funny stories and ribbing ensue.The Slightly Serious Sign Podcast is now the #1 Most Fact Checked Podcast in the United States.Voted #1 by Signman (standing on a van on top of 18 pallets changing a lightbulb over a movie theater sign)https://www.wensco.com/company/slightly-serious-sign-podcast616.785.3333The views, thoughts, and opinions expressed are the speaker's own and do not represent the views, thoughts, and opinions of Wensco Sign Supply. The material and information presented here is for general information purposes only. The "Wensco Sign Supply" name and all forms and abbreviations are the property of its owner and its use does not imply endorsement of or opposition to any specific organization, product, or service. Things to note on the statement. Wensco owns all rights to video or audio for Slightly Serious Sign broadcast and cannot be used without the written authorization from Wensco Administration.The Slightly Serious Sign Podcast is hosted by Mike Hull, Tyler Hull, and Domingo Tobar and produced, recorded, shot, and edited by Rick Villanueva with sponsorship from Wensco Sign Supply.

Let's Talk Pella
Let’s Talk Pella – Union Street Players and Grease

Let's Talk Pella

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 23, 2024 8:02


The cast and directors of the Union Street Players production of Grease discuss the annual summer musical. Find ticket purchasing information here.

The Infatu Asian Podcast
Ep 131 Eddie Ahn - Author of the Graphic Novel Advocate

The Infatu Asian Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 12, 2024 42:05


Eddie Ahn has been working in environmental justice as the executive director of Brightline Defense for the past 15+ years, here in San Francisco.  And you know me, whenever I get a chance to interview someone from SF I'll jump at the chance! Eddie has published his first graphic novel, Advocate, a memoir about navigating family and working on environmental justice issues here in SF and beyond.  He is a self-taught artist who illustrates the ups and downs of being a child of immigrants doing non-profit work in a difficult arena like California. Listen to our episode wherever you get podcasts (Spotify, Apple Podcasts, YouTube, etc...), or find the link in our bio on Instagram You can get Advocate wherever you get books.  Follow Eddie over @ehacomics on social media, and go check out https://www.brightlinedefense.org  Special thanks to Jessica over at Niko Niko Gifts at 2181 Union Street here in San Francisco for providing such a cool little parklet for Asian creators to use for FREE!  Check out her website https://www.shopnikoniko.com/ for more details on how to book her space! Also huge thanks to @cornerclubofficial for letting me use "Manhattanhenge" as my outro this week.  They are also based in SF and are fantastic!  Go check out their Instagram or find them on YouTube or Spotify.  We will have Mike and Sav on the podcast one of these days so stay tuned for that! Our logo and cover art were designed by Justin Chuan @w.a.h.w (We Are Half The World). Our Theme: “Super Happy J-Pop Fun-Time” by Prismic Studios was arranged and performed by All Arms Around  As I always mention, you can write to us at: infatuasianpodcast@gmail.com, and please follow us on Instagram and Facebook @infatuasianpodcast    Please follow us wherever you get your podcasts.  We would love your ratings and reviews over at Apple and Spotify! #asian #asianamerican #infatuasian #iinfatuasianpodcast #aapi #veryasian #asianamericanpodcaster #representationmatters  

The Doric Express
A wee suppy stories from today's P&J on the 4th of June 2024

The Doric Express

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 4, 2024 14:44


Thanks for listening to the Doric Express, in today's dandy episode; Airport taxis justifiably up in arms about new fees; Storybook Glen - ace or not?; Bob MacIntyre - champion; Union Street in bits! Nessie gulls the hunters - again! New manager - new players at Dons; Much cooler day in the shire! Cheers, Allan

Foodie Chap
Liam's List: Festa Italiana, Union Street Festival and Stern Grove

Foodie Chap

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 1, 2024 4:01


KCBS Radio's Foodie Chap Liam Mayclem is here to discuss this weekend's events like Festa Italiana, Union Street Festival and Stern Grove Music Festival.

The Doric Express
A wee suppy stories from today's P&J on the 20th of May 2024

The Doric Express

Play Episode Listen Later May 20, 2024 13:44


Thanks for listening to the Doric Express. In today's epic episode; We're still here say Union Street traders; Marjory Bruce is a hunner!; Big TV at beach for euros; Big turn oot for Fochabers Games at Gordon Castlw; Something fishy aboot Louis the Osprey; Dons in good shape for new boss - says outgoing boss Cheers, Allan

The Doric Express
A wee puckly stories from today's P&J on the 30th of April 2024

The Doric Express

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 30, 2024 14:15


Thanks for listening to the Doric Express. In today's pulsating episode; Swinney or Ford? New SNP gaffer needed; Red Arrows at Portsoy? It's true!; Ski centre skint; Union Street to see the light; Boat steerer left post-result nae good; Dons to go with back 4. No more goals against? Fine day in the shire

The Doric Express
A wee suppy stories from today's P&J on the 17th of April 2024

The Doric Express

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 17, 2024 15:24


Thanks for listening to the Doric Express. In today's thrilling episode; Big upgrade for Union Street at last; Dentist gets his rinnin sheen on!; Smoked fish at Torry? ; Schools league table, clever at Cults, So so at Abyne, Bittie gappit aboot Inverurie; Macduff Aquarium to be bees knees; Thelin tells fans - I'm yer man. Winny day in the shire Cheers, Allan

Making
Love is in the Making w/ Catherine Clark of Brooklyn General Store & Jen Joyce, Ep. 160

Making

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 15, 2024 40:17


Hello, makers! Super excited to bring you this episode with our pal, Catherine. Just a heads up, there are parts of this episode that are a little more visual as we give a shop tour. Click to watch instead!Brooklyn General Store has been the go-to place for crafty supplies of all kinds for NYC makers since 2002. We sat down with the Queen of Union Street, BGS owner, designer, maker, event planner extraordinaire–Catherine Clark. Get to know her maker journey, the story of how Brooklyn General moved from the waiting room of Catherine's midwifery office to the current location, how her and Aimée of La Bien Aimée became besties and more! Brooklyn General Storehttps://brooklyngeneral.com128 Union St, Brooklyn, NY 11231Brooklyn General Store is tucked away on a sweet block West of the Carroll Gardens and Cobble Hill neighborhoods and North of  Red Hook.  This commercial block on Union Street used to be a thriving shopping block for all types of foods and goods.   Brooklyn General's home within the Old Frank's Department Store is a throw back to that era, with its preserved floor to ceiling shelves, rolling ladders and classic old wooden floors.  The vintage interior is not reproduced, just uncovered, cleaned and painted.Brooklyn General Store was created in an effort to provide the highest quality materials to a community of devoted artists and craftspeople and to promote making things by hand through inspiration and education.  Not only is it a place to feast your eyes and hands on glorious colors and patterns and textures but it is a place that respects and honors a time when a trip to the country store was a way of life.  It is a place where a quick trip for a yard of fabric or a skein of yarn turns into an hour of sharing, teaching, inspiring and encouraging all the amazing and creative makers that are also out for that quick trip to the General Store... Following its mission to promote all things handmade, Brooklyn General offers a wide variety of classes in knitting, sewing, quilting, felting, spinning, rug hooking and embroidery.  Classes are limited in size in order for students to have ample individual attention.  Studio time with our fantastic BERNINA classroom machines is also available. BrooklynGeneral.com was created to share our carefully picked goods with all the creative souls outside of Brooklyn, NY.Music by Despatches.

The YVR Screen Scene Podcast
Episode 307: Jamila Pomeroy on the past, present, and future of Vancouver's historic Black community

The YVR Screen Scene Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 10, 2024 48:37


The award-winning documentary feature Union Street chronicles the ongoing effects of racism, displacement, and the cultural erasure of African-Canadians in Vancouver. Before systemic and political mechanisms destroyed Hogan's Alley – the historic Black neighbourhood located on Union Street – in the 1970s, the area was the home of train porters, speakeasies, juke joints, and a thriving community, and a regular touring stop for iconic musicians like Jimi Hendrix, Louis Armstrong, and Ella Fitzgerald. The reverberations of this thriving community and its intentional and egregious erasure are still felt – and in the face of adversity, a new generation of Black Vancouverites is working tirelessly to rebuild community and facilitate Black joy.Union Street elevates and amplifies the voices of Black Vancouverites who have decided to create their own spaces. It examines how community spaces can help people heal from racism-related trauma, which is especially important in a city where the powers-that-be actively worked to erase you. Union Street was an official selection of the 2023 Vancouver International Film Festival and the 2023 Reelworld Film Festival, where Jamila Pomeroy, the film's director, won the award for Outstanding Director for a Feature Film. The film is now available on Telus Optik TV Channel 8 and the Telus Originals website. Jamila joins Sabrina Rani Furminger to talk about the past, present, and future of Vancouver's Black community, and how what happened when she tried to organize a party on Union Street speaks volumes about the barriers that exist today. Episode sponsor: Fish Flight Entertainment

Let's Talk Pella
Let's Talk Pella – Union Street Players and Frost/Nixon

Let's Talk Pella

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 3, 2024 8:45


The cast of Union Street Players' production of Frost/Nixon discusses their upcoming performances April 5th through the 14th.

Let's Talk Pella
Let's Talk Pella – Union Street Players 35th Anniversary Performances

Let's Talk Pella

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 29, 2024 7:07


Tyler Smith, Jesse Biebore, Kati Brown, Anna Luttenegger, Colton Messer, Luci Hopkins, and Jordan Pope with the Union Street Players discuss their upcoming performances of Back to the Stage on Friday and Saturday, which celebrates their 35th

The Rest is Education
How is assessment evolving?

The Rest is Education

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 31, 2024 64:17


In this assessment-focused episode, Ross interviews Julia Martin, the ISEB's effervescent CEO, on how the UK's oldest examination board is pioneering new forms of assessment after 120 years.The Independent Schools Examination Board, founded in 1903 and utilised by 340 schools worldwide, is leading the way with a raft of innovative assessments from the project-based iPQ to revolutionary creative writing analytical tools designed to assess comparative judgement.Join Ross and Julia as they explore what drove the creation of each assessment and discuss how the assessment landscape is changing at an extraordinary pace.Julia has very kindly offered all The Rest is Education listeners with a generous discount code to the ISEB's upcoming conference on comparative judgement. Simply enter the code 'EDUCATION' at: https://conference.iseb.co.uk/Assessing Change, Awarding the Future is a one-day conference for independent schools on the future of assessment taking place on Wednesday 24th April, 2024. 10 Union Street, London. SE1.For more information about the ISEB and the assessments it offers, please visit: https://www.iseb.co.uk/If you would like to enter Time to Write you can do so at: www.write.iseb.co.ukLater in the episode we mention Classics For All and refer to our episode ‘Should we teach Classics?' In which we interview Classics For All's very own Anna Bell and inspirational classics teacher Julia Gray. Find out more at: www.classicsforall.org.ukYou can contact Julia's team at: enquiries@iseb.co.ukIf you would like to comment on the episode, ask questions or suggest content for future episodes, please get in touch with us at: therestiseducation@gmail.com

Steamy Stories Podcast
Stripper's Christmas Party

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 21, 2023


Where can two strippers get a bite to eat on Christmas Eve?By  MelissaBaby. (abridged) Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“Fuck Christmas,” Clover shouted, “and fuck you, Tony. Fuck Santa Claus, fuck his elves and fuck all ten goddamn reindeers.”“Eight,” Roxanne said, filing her nails and looking at her over the top of her glasses.“Shut up, Roxy, I'm talking about reindeers, not how many cocks you sucked over the weekend.”“Clover, calm down,” Tony said, “It was worth taking a shot.”“Bullshit, I told you nobody goes to a strip club on Christmas Eve.”“She did tell you,” Roxanne said, “Even louder that she's telling you now.”“Look,” he said, shrugging, “I'm sorry, but it wasn't nobody…”“We've had five customers,” Clover said.“And the last one was two hours ago,” Roxanne chimed in, “It's almost ten thirty.”Clover jerked her thumb at Roxanne. “She might look like a doofus wearing that stupid Santa hat, but she's right.”Tony held up his hands, “Okay, it turned out to not be a great idea. You guys are always saying that more customers come in because they are lonely than because they are horny. I figured it would be a lonely night for a lot of guys…”“It might be a great night to be a hooker,” Clover said, “but not a dancer.”He looked at his watch, then over his shoulder at LeAnn, the bartender. “Tell you what,” he told her, “If nobody else comes in before eleven, go ahead and close up.”He started to walk away, but Roxanne called him back. “We paid our club fees, Tony, that isn't right.”He looked up toward the ceiling, as if he were looking for a script to read from. “You want to close and go home early, but you want your club fees refunded because I said we would close and you could go home early?”“No,” Clover said, “We want our club fees refunded because we paid you fifty dollars to dance on a night when you dragged us in here to dance, even though we told you nobody was coming the fuck in.”“Fine,” he said, throwing his hands in the air, “LeAnn, give them back their club fees.”The door opened, and they both groaned, but it was not a customer. Sporty, the Gold Dollar's bouncer, came in.“Speaking of guys you'll fuck,” Clover muttered.When he approached the bar, she said, “Hey Sporty, how come you go out with Roxy? I always heard black guys like girls with nice big asses.”“I always heard strippers were friendly,” he shot back.He sat down next to Roxanne.“Where have you been?” she asked him.“Yeah,” Clover said, “There could have been a brawl in here, between the rats and the cockroaches.”“I was sitting out in my car, listening to some jams.”Clover tipped out and gave LeAnn a big hug, then she and Roxanne walked out to their cars in a light cold rain.“You ain't waiting for Sporty?” Clover asked.“Nope, don't want to talk to him right now. Meet you at the diner.”They each got in their cars. A light coating of slush covered Roxanne's windshield, but the wipers easily pushed it to the side. She pulled out of the parking lot on to the slippery street and drove the mile and a half to their usual after work spot, the Finest Kind Diner, while Clover followed close behind.When she turned into the diner's parking lot she noticed immediately that the lights were turned off, except for a string of colored Christmas bulbs blinking around the front door.Clover thought for a minute. “We could go to Denny's.”“Are they open?”“How the fuck would I know? Call ‘em up.”“Oh, so I have to look up the number?”“I figured it has a man's name, so you would know it.”Roxanne sat back in her seat. “I don't want to drive all the way across town, just to go to Denny's. What else would be open?”“Just White Castle.”Roxanne thought for a minute. “Yeah, what the fuck, let's go to White Castle.”“We ought to just go in one car,” Clover suggested.“Fine. Yours or mine?”“Yours,” Clover said, “Mine is more full of trash than a westside trailer park.” She pulled her car into a parking space, shut it off and got out.“I hate this drizzly shit,” she said as she got into Roxanne's passenger seat.“Hey, don't you live in a westside trailer park?” Roxanne asked.“Yeah, that's why I know what I am talking about.”“Speaking of knowing what you're talking about,” Roxanne said, “Santa Claus has eight reindeer.”“Are you counting Rudolph?”“Nope. Rudolph doesn't count.”“Who decided that?”“Clement Moore.”“Who the fuck is he? Sounds like a baseball player.”“He wrote The Night Before Christmas.”“Twas the night before Christmas,” Clover recited in a sing song voice, “And all through the place, Roxanne was sitting on every guy's face.”“And up from the lawn there arose such a clatter,” Roxanne returned, “As Clover devoured the whole turkey platter.”Clover nodded her head. “That was pretty good,” she admitted.Roxanne was quiet for a moment, then asked, “You wonder though, who the fuck would name a reindeer Blitzen? What is he, a Nazi reindeer?”“I bet Rudolph was originally Adolf the Red Nosed Reindeer and they changed it during the war or something. Hey, what's going on with you and Sporty?”“He wants me to go to his mom's house for Christmas dinner.”“And you don't want to go?”“Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend from the strip club?”“Oh yeah, I get it. But still, you guys been going out for a while now. You are going to meet them sooner or later.”“It doesn't have to be on Christmas with all the relatives there.”“So what are you going to do?”“I don't know.”There were three cars parked outside the White Castle when they arrived. The restaurant's windows were so wet with condensation that they could not see through them. But when they dashed inside, they were nearly blinded by the garish light.“This is like sensory overload,” Roxanne said, as Jingle Bell Rock squalled from a tinny sound system.They walked over to the counter. There was no one behind it. Roxanne leaned forward, craning her neck to look back into the kitchen. She saw a young man in a white uniform and a hairnet dumping french fries out of a fryer basket.“Excuse us,” she called.He looked over his shoulder. “Be with you in a minute, ma'am,” he said.Clover cackled and nudged Roxanne with her elbow. “Ma'am. He thinks you're an old fucking lady.”“Yeah, and he thinks I'm taking my mom out for Christmas Eve.”The man came to the counter. His name badge identified him as Julio, assistant manager. “What can I get you ladies?” he asked.“I'd like four hamburgers, an order of medium fries and a large coffee, regular,” Roxanne said.“Give me six whiteys and a large Mountain Dew,” Clover added.“Would you like fries with that?”“Fuck no, I'm gonna eat most of hers.”Julio rang up their orders and Roxanne paid for both. Clover looked around the room.There were three occupied booths. In one a pair of middle aged men, wearing the uniforms of parking attendants, sat sipping coffee. At another, an older woman in a ragged green coat had only a cup of water and a single empty burger box on the table in front of her. A couple of booths down, three young, black clad goths were sitting together. They looked to be in their early twenties; two boys, one very large, the other thin and jittery, and a purple haired girl sitting across from them, loudly chewing gum. They all looked like they were coming down off a much better time than they were having now.“It's kind of a sad looking bunch of people in here,” Clover said.“Yeah,” Roxanne said, “It's Christmas Eve and they've got no place to go.”“That sounds familiar. I mean, what the fuck is the difference between them and us?”“We've got money in our pockets.”“Yeah, money we took from other lonely people,” Clover said. She looked lost in thought for a moment, then asked Roxanne, “How much money you think you've got in your pocket?”“I don't know, a hundred, maybe a hundred and twenty dollars.”Clover looked around the room, her lips tight and her brow knotted.“I'll bet I know what you're thinking,” Roxanne said.“It's fucking Christmas,” Clover said, shrugging.Roxanne called Julio back to the counter.“How much are those sacks of thirty sliders?” she asked him.“Thirty two dollars and fifty two cents.”She looked over her shoulder at the woman with her single burger. “Give me two sacks,” she said, fishing her cash out of her pocket.“You still want the other order?”“Yeah,” Clover said, “And I want you to give anybody whatever they want to drink. Keep a tab and I'll pay for them later.”Julio hesitated a moment, then said, “Okay, it will take a little bit of time. Your other order will be up in a minute.”When their food was ready, they went to the empty table between the old lady and the goths.As they walked past the parking attendants, Clover asked them, “How you guys doing? You had to work tonight?”“Fuckin' Nutcracker,” one of them grumbled.“So are you going to see your son tomorrow?” Roxanne asked Clover when they had taken their seats.Clover nodded. “Not till the afternoon. But I get to have him the next day, too.”“Have you got plans?”“I was thinking we'd go to Hong Kong Garden for dinner.”“And the next day?”“Are you kidding? The day after Christmas? We're going fucking shopping.”Roxanne laughed. “Yeah I'm sure that'll thrill a ten year old boy, going shopping with his mom.”They had each finished two burgers when Julio called to them that their order was ready.Clover walked over to the counter, picked up a bag of hamburgers in each hand and turned to face the dining area.“Ladies and gentlemen,” she hollered, “My friend Poindexter and I would like to treat everyone to Whiteys for Christmas.” She went from table to table, holding out the bags, so that each person could take some burgers.“And if anyone wants something to drink,” she said, “It's on us. Just step up and tell Julio what you want.”After going to each table, she had half a bag left. She put it on the table in front of Roxanne and sat down.Roxanne twisted in her seat and watched as several of the patrons went to the counter and ordered drinks. She noticed that the old woman in the next booth had neither gotten up nor taken any burgers. She took one from the bag, leaned over the back of the booth and asked, “Would you like another burger, ma'am?”“Are you sure it's okay?”“Of course it is,” Roxanne said, “Merry Christmas.”“Merry Christmas, dear,” the woman replied, taking the burger.Roxanne's phone buzzed.“I bet I know who that is,” Clover muttered.Roxanne looked at the screen. “Yeah, it's Sporty.” She sat back in the booth and answered, simply saying, “Hey.”“Listen baby,” he said, “I wish you hadn't split like that. I don't want you mad at me, whether you go tomorrow or not.”“I never said I was mad at you, Sporty. I'm just tired of all the back-and-forth on this shit.”“I don't think having Christmas with my family is shit.”“Now you're just looking to be offended. They know where you work, right?”“Yeah.”“So, you're going to tell them your bringing a girl from work to Christmas dinner, so I can sit there, eating turkey with everybody looking at me like I'm a whore.”“Ain't nobody gonna call you a whore.”“My own mom calls me a whore.”“Well, my mom ain't your mom.”“I don't know, Sporty. I'm just not sure I'm ready for this.”“We've been going out almost a year.”“Off and on.”“Whatever. Where are you at anyway? I come over to Finest Kind because I thought you guys would be here.”“They're closed.”“Well, no shit, I just told you I was over here.”“We're at the White Castle on Union Street.”“So, would it be cool if I come by?”“Yeah, sure. I'll see you in a bit.”Roxanne disconnected, shaking her head. “This fucking guy,” she muttered, “I'm telling you, he won't give up…”“And that's a bad thing? Let me ask you something,” Clover said, “and don't get pissed.”“Okay.”“Are you nervous about meeting his family because you think they won't like you being a stripper or because you don't think they'll like you being white?”Roxanne was silent for a minute. “Maybe both,” she said.“Either way, I think that's his problem, not yours. I mean it's his family.”“Yeah, but I'm afraid that if they give him a lot of shit about it, he isn't going to pick me over them.”“Well then, fuck him. He ain't worth it if he does that.”Roxanne shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”An old man with flyaway white hair came into the restaurant. He appeared to be wearing just a light sweatsuit under his ratty coat. He sat down next to the old woman. She spoke quietly to him for a minute, then he loudly cleared his throat.“Excuse me, ladies,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Flo says you are buying burgers for everyone. Is that so?”“Sure is,” Clover said. Roxanne took two more burgers from the bag and handed them to him.“Go get yourself a coffee or something,” Clover said, “Whatever you want, it's on us.”The man thanked them, stood and fetched coffee for himself and Flo.Sporty came in a few minutes later, took off his wet coat and hung it on the end of the booth. He slid in next to Roxanne. Looking at the bags on the table, he asked, “Why did y'all buy so many burgers?”“Because we're generous bitches and we share with everybody,” Clover said.“Well, shit then.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a couple of burgers. After a few bites he said, “I need to get a drink.”“Just go to the counter,” Roxanne told him, “We're running a tab.”Sporty stuffed the rest of the burger in his mouth, then went to the counter. He came back a minute later with a large orange soda.“You been thinking about tomorrow?” he asked Roxanne.“Yeah, I've been thinking about it…”“Hey Sporty,” Clover said, interrupting her, “Let me ask you something.”“Yeah, what?” He reached for another burger.“Why do so many black families have macaroni and cheese for Christmas dinner?”“Because it's good as hell. We still have all the regular shit, turkey and mashed potatoes and cranberries and all that.”“Pumpkin pie or sweet potato?”“What do you think? Sweet potato pie.”“What kind of stuffing?”“Cornbread.”“Just plain?”“Fuck no, my mom puts Jimmy Dean sausage in it.”“Damn!” Clover exclaimed. “Listen, if this silly bitch don't want to come to your mom's house for Christmas dinner can I come?”“You can both come as far as I'm concerned.”Roxanne laughed. “That's actually a pretty good plan. If your mom spends five minutes with Clover, she'll think I'm little miss sunshine.”“No, she'll think you're a dumb bitch who thinks Santa only has eight reindeer.”“Rudolph doesn't count.”“Damn, you back on that shit?” Sporty said, rolling his eyes.Clover slipped out of the booth. “Fuck you both,” she said, standing up.“Hey everybody,” she shouted, “I'm taking a Christmas survey. How many reindeers does Santa Claus have?”There was murmuring throughout the room. The big goth kid was counting on his fingers. One of the parking attendants was quietly singing Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer. His friend said, emphatically, “Eight.”The goth girl said “Nine, if you count Rudolph.”“Rudolph wasn't one of the originals,” he replied.“So where did he come from?”“Gene Autry.”“Dead white man,” she muttered.The man who had been singing said, “The Night Before Christmas guy gave them their names.”The skinny goth kid glared over the back of the booth at him. “But who said he was in charge of fucking reindeer?”“He wrote the goddamn poem!”“They didn't know about Rudolph then!”“Isn't it nice to see how the holidays bring people together,” Roxanne said to Sporty.“All right,” Clover said, clapping her hands together. “Let's put it to a vote. How many people say nine?”She raised her hand and the goth kids and the old lady joined her.“Who says eight?”Roxanne, Sporty, the parking guys and the old man raised their hands.Clover looked at Sporty. “Put your fucking hand down, man, your vote don't count.”“Why don't my vote count?”“Because you ain't hoping to get any pussy from me tonight.”“You got that right,” he smirked.Roxanne turned in her seat. “How many people say ten?”They all looked at her, perplexed. No one raised a hand.“That's your cue to sit down and shut the fuck up,” she said to Clover. Clover looked around with a frown, then sat without saying anything more.Sporty looked over his shoulder and said, “Who thinks Die Hard is a Christmas movie?”Everyone raised their hand.“Goddamn right,” he muttered.Roxanne nudged him with her elbow. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she said. He stood up and let her go by.The parking lot guys were getting up to leave. They thanked her for the burgers as she went past their table and wished her a happy holiday. One gave her a big hug. At least he didn't try to cop a feel, she thought as she went into the women's bathroom.When she opened the door to come out a few minutes later, Sporty was standing in front of it.“You know how cute you look in that hat?” he asked.“Do you know how desperate you sound when you try to sweet talk me?”“Nah, I ain't desperate. It'd be alright if you don't want to go tomorrow. I get it. But don't go saying you weren't welcome to go, because you were asked.”“Okay, that's fair. It's just that it's a big step.”“You got to take steps if you want to get anywhere,” he said.She put her hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. Looking past him, she did not see anyone watching them. She gripped the waist of his pants and walked backward, pulling him into the bathroom.Sporty pushed the door shut behind him, and let Roxanne tug him across the room until her hips bumped against the edge of the sink.Roxanne leaned back, looking up at him and biting her lip.He gazed down at her, his hands on her hips, and kissed her. She kissed him back, but then turned her head.“At some point,” she said, “we have to talk about where we are going.”“We do,” he replied, “but we ain't got to do it right now.”She draped her arms over his shoulders and they exchanged a long, hard, tongue swirling kiss. Sporty's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and caressing them, while Roxanne dropped her hand down to rub his stiff cock through his jeans.“I think you've got something you want to give me for Christmas,” she whispered.“I don't know,” he said, “I don't think you've been a very good girl.”“Do you want me to be a good girl?”“Aw, hell no,” he said. He took a half step back, seized her waist and spun her around to face the sink. Her Santa hat fell off, landing in the basin.He ran one hand down between her legs and cradled her chin in the other.“Look at you,” he whispered in her ear. Her glasses had slipped down her nose. She pushed them back into their proper position and gazed at herself in the mirror.“Look and see what I see.”Roxanne looked at his eyes in the mirror as his hand rubbed and squeezed her pussy.“Don't look at me, look at you.”She stared at her own reflection, resisting the temptation to watch as he unfastened her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. But when his fingers slipped inside her, she leaned her head back and kissed the side of his neck.His fingers probed deep into her, his thumb played with her clitoris. She reached back and rubbed his crotch. She fumbled at his belt until he gently pushed her hand away and undid it himself.Roxanne felt his cock bump against her ass, then slip down between her thighs. He placed his hand between her shoulders and gently pushed her down until her elbows were on the sides of the sink. She picked up her Santa hat and put it back on her head.Sporty kneaded her ass, then spread her thighs, pressed the head of his cock into her pussy and began to fuck her with long, smooth strokes.Clover snickered when she saw Sporty disappear into the women's bathroom. Get your figgy pudding, girlfriend, she thought, don't go until you get some. She walked to the counter and got a refill on her Mountain Dew, then stopped and listened for a minute. The sound wasn't loud, but she could hear them in the bathroom. They were definitely fucking in there.As she walked back to the booth, she saw the goth girl looking toward the bathroom. She glanced up at Clover with a smirk. Clover winked at her and sat back down in the booth.A few minutes later, the skinny goth kid leaned close to the window and peered out. He wiped away the condensation with his sleeve and looked again.“Fucking cops,” he muttered.“What cops?” Clover asked.“Cop car just pulled up.”“Oh, shit,” Clover muttered. She looked toward the bathroom. She couldn't hear Roxanne and Sporty where she was sitting, but there was no doubt that when the cops walked in, they would. They had to walk right past the bathroom to get to the counter. One of them might even go into the mens' room. She thought about warning them somehow, but didn't think there was enough time. That was confirmed when she saw the cops approaching the door. She had to do something.Just as they reached the door, she began singing at the top of her lungs.You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why.The goth girl looked up at her and immediately realized what she was doing and joined in.Santa Claus is coming to town.The cops walked in. One was an older man. His eyes and shoulders both drooped. There's another guy doesn't want to be working on Christmas Eve, Clover thought. His partner was a young, thin black man. They walked right past the bathroom to the counter.He's making a list, He's checking it twice.The other goth kids joined in the singing.He's gonna a find out who's naughty and nice.The old couple began to sing along.Santa Claus is coming to town.The two cops stood by the counter, looking around the room. Julio approached the cash register. The older cop leaned in and spoke to him. Julio pointed to Clover and the cop looked over at her. He nodded, then spoke to Julio again.He sees you when you're sleeping, He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good, So be good for goodness sakeJulio handed each of the cops a bag of burgers and a cup of coffee.Now get the fuck out of here, Clover thought, but instead of leaving they walked toward her. The older cop held out his hand.“Awfully nice thing for you to do, ma'am,” he said. The other customers kept singing.Clover shook his hand.The younger cop shook with her as well. They turned toward the door, tipping their hats to the older couple as they went by.The older cop walked out just as the customers were finishing the last chorus, but the younger cop turned and went to the counter. He held out his open bag toward Julio.“Could you toss a couple of ketchups in there?” he asked.Julio nodded and dropped a handful of packets in his bag.“Thank you, Merry Christmas.” he said, then waved to the customers. “Merry Christmas, everyone.”He took two steps toward the door and stopped and looked toward the bathroom. Clover could hear Roxanne moaning from where she was sitting.He looked around the room. “Does anyone know who is in there?” he asked.“Yes, officer,” Clover said, “That's my friend. I'm afraid she ate a few too many of these gut grenades. You know what they can do to your digestion.”“Yeah, we all been there once or twice, I suppose,” he said. He went to the door and started to open it, then stopped, obviously listening to the sounds emanating from the bathroom. He turned and looked Clover in the eyes. An amused expression crossed his face. He winked at her and walked out.Roxanne had already come twice when she heard the singing. She thought it was just in her head until Sporty paused between thrusts and muttered, “What the fuck is that?”“Jesus, don't fucking stop,” she groaned.“Oh, you need some more of this dick?”“Goddamn it, yes, Sporty, fuck me.”He gripped her hips and began slapping his loins against her ass harder. She braced her hands against the mirror and shoved back against each plunge of his cock.“You getting kind of loud,” he told her. She dropped her head and her Santa hat fell off. She grabbed it and bit down on the white felt ball to keep from crying out. But after a minute or two, she let go of it, unable to keep from moaning loudly each time he jammed his cock deep inside her.She looked up at him in the mirror. Their eyes met, and the look of passion on his face pushed her over the edge into another orgasm. Before it subsided, she felt him stiffen, jerk his cock a few more times and withdraw, as his hot cum ran down the inside of her thigh.“At least they stopped that fucking singing,” Sporty said as Roxanne cleaned herself up.He picked up her Santa hat from the floor, brushed it off and stuck it back on her head, then unlatched the door.“Hold on a minute, babe,” Roxanne said. She raised her face and kissed him. “I'd be happy to go to your mom's tomorrow.”“Damn,” he said with a wide grin, “All I had to do was fuck you real good?”“You always fuck me real good.”“Then I will always get my way, right?”“Don't push your luck,” she said, opening the door.As they came out of the bathroom, the goth kids were walking toward the exit.“Merry Christmas. And thanks,” the girl said.“Yeah, thanks,” skinny kid said as well.The big kid stopped, looked at Roxanne and held his fist out toward Sporty. “Yo,” he said, “You da dawg, bro.”Sporty bumped fists with him. “Fucking white kids,” he muttered, chuckling.They slipped back into the booth, where Clover was waiting for them with her arms crossed and a smug expression on her face.“What was that singing?” Sporty asked.“That was me saving the you two fuckpuppies from spending Christmas in the slammer.”“What are you talking about?” Roxanne asked.“A couple cops came in here while you were getting your stocking stuffed. We were singing so they wouldn't hear the noise you were making.”“We weren't making that much noise.”Sporty laughed. “Girl, you loud as hell.”The old couple came to their booth and thanked them for their burgers.“Merry Christmas,” the man said, shaking all their hands.“There is a special place in heaven for you ladies,” the woman said.As they walked away, Clover said, “You think there is a special place in heaven for us?”“If we died tonight, we might at least be able to make a case for it,” Roxanne said with a shrug.“And by next week, we are fucked again.”Julio came out of the kitchen with a damp rag and wiped the table where the parking guys had been sitting.“Hey, Julio didn't vote,” Clover said. She called to him. “Julio, how many reindeers does Santa Claus have?”Julio looked at her with a perplexed expression. “I don't know,” he said.“You know, like in the song. Dancer and Prancer and Donger and Blitzkin…”“Donger?” Roxanne asked.Julio shrugged. “I don't know that song.”“You don't know it? What the fuck country are you from?”He stared as her and said, “Colombia.”“Oh. Shit. Sorry, I wasn't trying to be rude.”“She doesn't have to try,” Roxanne said, “It's her default mode.”Julio shook his head and returned to the kitchen.“Give the brother a break,” Sporty said, “He's from South America. What the fuck he gonna know about reindeers? Ask him about llamas, he'll probably tell you everything you ever wanted to know.”“I can't think of anything I want to know about llamas,” Clover shot back. “But I do feel kind of bad for the guy. I mean, he'd have had a lot easier night if we hadn't come in here and bought burgers and shit for everybody.”“It's his job,” Roxanne said with a shrug.“Yeah, and we fucking threw a fit because we had to work on Christmas Eve.”“You threw a fit. I didn't.”“You didn't like it.”“No, but I acted like a fucking grown-up about it.”“Yeah, but you have to act like one because you don't look like one.”Sporty looked in the bag. “Anybody want this last burger?” he asked.Roxanne and Clover shook their heads.Sporty bit into the burger, swallowed and said, “You feel so bad for the guy, why don't you do something nice for him for Christmas?”“Like what?” Clover asked.“Like what the fuck you think?” Sporty asked.Clover looked at him for a minute, then tipped her head to look past him. Julio was wiping off the service counter.“He's not a bad looking guy,” Roxanne said.“Well then, why don't you go do it then?” Clover asked.“I wasn't a twat to him.”“Besides,” Sporty said with a grin, “she already got hers.”“I ain't gonna fuck him in the bathroom,” Clover said.Roxanne laughed. “The bathroom is clean, at least.”“You don't think I will do it, do you?”“Bitch, I stopped trying to figure out what you would or wouldn't do about the time you set my boyfriend's car on fire,” Roxanne said.Julio disappeared into the kitchen.“Fuck both of you,” Clover said. She got up and followed him.“Hey, Julio,” she called.He was standing at the dish sink and turned around at the sound of her voice.“Listen, dude,” she said, “I hope I didn't say anything that offended you or got you upset or what not. That's just me clowning around.”“It is fine. I understand.”“Well, I think we put a lot of extra work on you tonight, coming in here and disrupting and shouting and singing and all.”“No, it is fine, Missus.”“Well, it's Christmas and all that. I'd like to maybe give you a little something for your trouble…”Julio waved his hands. “No Missus, we are not allowed to except tips.”“Yeah, I wasn't talking about giving you money.”She looked around and saw an open door at the back of the kitchen. She walked to it and peered into a dark room.“What's in here?” she asked.“That's the manager's office.”Clover walked in and flipped the light switch. A large flat top desk against the far wall nearly filled the room. There was a faux leather swivel chair in front of it. Clover plopped down into it, spun around, and put her feet up on the desk.Julio stood in the doorway, looking nervous.“The manager does not like anyone sitting in his chair,” he said, “No one is allowed.”“But you're the assistant manager right?”“Si.”“So when he ain't here, you're the fucking manager and it's your chair.”“I do not think so…”“And I am your guest, so I can sit in your chair.”“Missus,” he said, “I know it's a foolish rule but I need this job.”“Do you think I'm gonna tell anybody about this?”Julio looked at her with a puzzled expression. “About what, Missus?”“First of all, stop calling me Missus. Then come over here and find out.”She sat up, put her feet on the floor and patted the top of the desk.Julio leaned back and looked around the kitchen as if he suspected someone might be lurking there.Clover patted the desktop again. “The boss told you not to sit in his chair, but he didn't say shit about sitting on his desk, did he?”“No. I suppose he did not.”She pushed the chair back until it banged into the wall. “So have a seat.”Julio bit his lip, seeming lost in thought, then sat on the edge of the desk.“Dude, lose that dumbass apron.”Julio reached behind his back and untied the apron. Before he could pull it over his head, Clover had his belt unbuckled. He watched with an expression of amazement as she deftly unsnapped his waistband, yanked down his zipper, and pulled his cock free.“Do all the men in Columbia have big dicks?” she asked as she wrapped her hand around it.“Si,” Julio said, “It is well known in Latin America, Missus.”“You call me Missus again and I might bite it off,” she said. She flicked her tongue at the head, then wrapped her lips around it and began to suck.Julio briefly lifted his hips from the desk and tugged his pants and shorts down to his thighs.Clover cupped his balls in her left hand, massaging them, while her right hand stroked his shaft. She took it in her mouth again, but almost immediately, she heard a chime ringing.She raised her head and asked Julio, “What the fuck is that?”Julio had a look of panic on his face. “Someone is at the drive-through,” he said, “I must go serve them.”He started to rise, but she put her hands on his hips and pushed him back down. “No, fuck that,” she said, “Stay right there.”She got up and rushed to the dining room. Roxanne and Sporty were sitting in the booth, kissing.“Hey, you fucking lovebirds, I need help here,” she shouted.When they looked at her in surprise, she said, “There's somebody in the fucking drive-through. Either of you guys ever work at a fast food place?”“I worked at Burger King in high school.” Sporty said.“Well, pry Roxy's hand off your whopper and get the fuck in here and find out what they want.”She disappeared back into the kitchen. Roxanne and Sporty looked at each other and shrugged.“I'll give it a try,” Sporty said. He slipped out of the booth and headed toward the kitchen, Roxanne following close behind.“It's like somebody told Santa they wanted a shit show for Christmas,” she muttered.Sporty went to the drive-through window and looked around. “Fuck. I don't know how to use this touchscreen shit,” he said.“Can you at least talk to the guy?” Roxanne asked.“Yeah, that shit looks the same. Hold on.”He was distracted by the sounds coming from the manager's office. “What's she doing in there?” he asked.“Sounds like she's sucking his dick.”“Damn, she's loud, too. Sounds like somebody got a rag stuck in their wet-vac.”He pressed several buttons on the communications panel, but nothing happened. He fiddled with the volume knob, and clicked the headset on and off, all to no avail. Suddenly, he was startled by a blasting horn, and looked over to see a white pick up truck right outside the window The driver, a large, red faced, bearded man, was glaring at him.“Honey, I don't think that's Santa Claus,” Roxanne said.Sporty slid the window open.“I've been out here trying to order for ten fucking minutes,” the man shouted.“Yeah, sorry about that,” Sporty said. “We got some kind of computer problem.”The man looked past him at Roxanne.“Looks to me like the problem is you're having some kind of party in there.”“Naw, she's the manager. She come in to try to fix it.”“So why isn't she fixing it?”“Sir,” Roxanne said, “I'm sorry, but there is nothing we can do about it until the tech guys get here.”“I worked to midnight on Christmas Eve. All I wanted was some burgers for when I get home.”“I'll see what I can get for you, no charge.”She went to the grill. There were onions simmering in the corner and pre-cooked patties in a warming pan. She found a package of buns and put a half dozen on the grill to brown.The man tapped his fingers impatiently on the door of his car.“This is some bullshit,” he barked at Sporty, “You got something for me or not?”“Roxy is fixing it up right now.”“The manager's name is Roxy?”“Yeah, she was named for her grandmom.”Roxanne's glasses kept steaming up from the grill's heat. She did her best to assemble the burgers, but one got no onions, one had triple pickle and some were drenched with mustard and ketchup while others got no more than a drop or two.She boxed the burgers, stacked them in a bag, and handed it to Sporty.“About time,” the man grumbled. “What about a Coke? I need something to drink.”“Coming right up!” Roxanne said with a big smile. As she poured a Coke from the dispenser she thought, I hope those burgers give you the shits, asshole.Sporty handed him the drink and cheerily said, “Merry Christmas, sir.”The man growled. “Yeah, right. I guess the two of you can get back to whatever you were doing now.”“Thank you, sir,” Sporty said, “But we already finished that. Appreciate the thought though.”The man glared at them, muttered something underneath his breath, and drove off.“What did he say?” Roxanne asked.“I didn't catch in, but I think one of the words started with an F and one with an N.”“Feliz Navidad?”“Most likely not.”“Should we figure out how this works, in case someone else pulls up?”“How long Julio gonna take getting his nut?”Roxanne shrugged.“Hold up,” Sporty said, “I got a better idea.”He walked to the back door, opened it and, looking outside, flicked a couple of light switches on the walk.“There you go,” he said.“What did you do?”“Turned off the outside lights, so the place looks closed.”Clover took Julio's cock into her mouth until she felt his pubic hair tickling her nose, then swallowed. That will keep him from trying to go see what's happening in the kitchen, she thought.When she was out of breath, she rose up, releasing his cock with a loud popping sound. She circled the head with her tongue a few times, then dove down and swallowed again. It was late, she was tired, her jaw was starting to ache and her belly was rumbling in complaint over its load of greasy hamburger.She sucked in her cheeks as hard as she could, and Julio exhaled loudly and raised his hips from the desk. As she lifted her head, Julio spurted into her mouth. She swallowed most of it, then picked up his apron off the desk and wiped her face with it, surreptitiously spitting out the rest of his load.He leaned forward, his head hanging low, while he recovered his breath. Clover stood up, and loudly burped.“Sorry about that,” she said.Julio stood, pulling up his pants.“It is okay, Missus.”They walked into the kitchen. Julio immediately noticed that it was dark outside the drive through window.“You friends, I think they turned off the lights,” he said, “I will have to turn them on and to see what else they might have done.”“Okay, well, Merry Christmas, dude.”“And to you, Missus.” Clover turned away, but he added, “Missus?”She looked back.“Maybe you will come for hamburgers again.”Clover looked him over. “Yeah, I might.”Roxanne and Sporty were sitting in the booth when Clover returned to the dining room. Roxanne was leaning against him, her head on his shoulder and her eyes shut.Clover sat down across from them. “You guys about ready to go?” she asked.Roxanne sat up straight and stretched. “Yeah we might as well,” she said.Sporty looked out the window. “That sleet shit turned into real snow,” he said. He nudged Roxanne. “Let me up, baby.”She stood and he slid out of the booth. “Give me your keys,” he said, “I'll get your car warmed up.”She fished her keys out of her purse and handed them to him as he put on his coat.Watching him walk out, Clover said, “When a man cleans the snow off your car for you, he's getting serious. Especially if he does it after you fuck him.”“I think asking me to come with him to his mom's house for Christmas shows that pretty good, too.”“So, stop being a fucking pussy about it. You think you're going to find another nice guy who is obviously crazy about you and doesn't give a shit what you do for a living?”Roxanne was silent for a minute. “It doesn't seem likely, does it?” she said at last.They kissed again and Sporty said, “You know, I had a lot of girlfriends before, but I never brought one home with me on Christmas.”She patted his cheek, kissed him and said, “I've had a lot of boyfriends before, but I never fucked one in the bathroom at White Castle on Christmas Eve.”She kissed him on the nose and dashed to her car, calling, “See you tomorrow, babe.”“It's about time,” Clover said, as Roxanne got into the drivers seat, “I'm freezing my tits off over here.”“That's because they're fake.”“Probably. They should've come with like a heater option.”“I wish I'd known it was a problem, I would have got you one for Christmas.”Clover reached across the console and squeezed Roxanne's hand.“Merry Christmas, Rhonda,” she said.Roxanne felt her eyes moisten. “Merry Christmas, Charlene.”The last display before the park exit, the grand finale, was a great arc of lights over the road. On the left, Santa rode in his sleigh, overflowing bags of gift boxes and teddy bears behind him. His reindeer stretched along the arc, their legs blinking in a dance across the night sky. At the right end of the display, Rudolph's nose glowed like a beacon.“Nine!” Clover shouted, “Bitch, count ‘em! nine fucking reindeers!”“Rudolph doesn't count.”“He counts in this town.”“Why? Because Parks and Rec says he does?”Clover sat back, her arms crossed over her chest in triumph. “Nine fucking reindeer,” she smirked.“Eight,” Roxanne muttered.“Nine.”“Eight…”By  MelissaBaby for Literotica

Let's Talk Pella
Let’s Talk Pella – Union Street Players and Cinderella

Let's Talk Pella

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 27, 2023 6:56


Cast members Beth Kuttler, Sarah Purdy, Anna Luttenegger, Monica Newendorp, Preshia Paulding, Hannah Heartsill, Jon Golliet, Karen Ryals, and Lori Lourens discuss the show coming to the Pella Community Center stage December 1st through the 10th. Find

Once Upon A Time...In Adopteeland
149. Constance Nicole Frierson: "Color of Autumn" and "The House on Union Street"

Once Upon A Time...In Adopteeland

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2023 50:11


Constance Nicole Frierson grew up on the Southside of Chicago after spending the first 5 years of her life in Mobile, Alabama with her grandmother. She was born into a legacy of secrets and has fought to heal her heart and be an agent of truth, change, and art for her children, grandchildren, and community.Throughout her employment history, human services have been at the core. Some of the industries she's worked in include higher education, financial services, corporate healthcare, and media management.Constance is now a working writer and content creator focused on her autobiographical novel, The House on Union Street.The Mission of the film “Color of Autumn” Our mission is to tell a universal story through the eyes of Black woman writer and storyteller, Constance Nicole Frierson, so that more creatives can be inspired to galvanize a movement for racial education, equanimity, an end to hate speech, hateful acts and the underlying social currents that create environments in which hate flourishes. This film is a collaboration between a change maker and her allies.Narrative of the short film “Color of Autumn” depicts a precocious eight-year-old Black girl who lives with her grandmother in a quaint house on the Southside of Chicago. Nestled in her neighborhood and focused on the comforts and stresses of her family's hard-won middle class life. Dottie Grimsby has little awareness of racial tension or the isolation of segregation. But she is about to find out.Website: https://www.colorofautumn.com/Instagram: Color of Autumn FilmGmail: Ariesista@gmail.comContact: 773-849-3306Recommended Resource: Rebecca Bloom https://www.whenwomengetsick.com/ Music by Corey Quinn

Steal This Beer
Episode 446 - Keir Hamilton, Union Street Brewing

Steal This Beer

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 6, 2023


Episode 446 - Keir Hamilton, Union Street Brewing Happy Monday, Thieves! Keir Hamilton is joining us today, an old friend from the NYC brewing scene (Sixpoint, Alewife) who recently decamped to the Hudson Valley to make beer at Union Street. We have a fun chat with Keir so tune in and let us know what you think!***As always, you can email your questions, complaints, whimpers, or whines to us at stealthisbeerpodcast@gmail.com. We read everything we get and we'll try to respond as quickly as we can. If not online, then on air. And THANKS! You can subscribe to STB on iTunes and PLEASE LEAVE US A REVIEW!!! Co-hosts: Augie Carton & John Holl Producer: Justin Kennedy Engineer: Brian Casse Music: "Abstract Concepts - What Up in the Streets" by Black Ant.

Minorityplus1 Podcast
No Knights In Shining Armor

Minorityplus1 Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 12, 2023 72:58 Transcription Available


Ever found yourself chuckling at the absurdity of crowded beaches and the intriguing world of ASMR? Brace yourself, because Britt and Sam have a rollercoaster of stories to share from their recent escapades at the West Indian Labor Day Parade and our beach adventures. Expect a mix of light-hearted banter and some serious discussions on the dynamics of strong personalities while traveling and the quirks of beachgoers that can sometimes be a wet blanket on the fun.Can you imagine the terror of being caught up in an intense standoff? We experienced that fear firsthand during an unsettling incident on Union Street, New York. That transitioned into a debate on the controversy surrounding Spice and Erica's argument and the sensitive issue of dragging someone's child into a dispute. But that's not all. We also examine the dangerous culture of men using BDSM as a mask for their enjoyment of hurting women, using the disconcerting allegations against actor Armie Hammer as an example.Finally, we turn the spotlight on a societal issue that often gets brushed under the carpet - violence against women. What happens when women find themselves needing protection even from those they are in relationships with? We delve into these unsettling situations and the role of bystander inaction in exacerbating them. We also critique a viral video involving a black woman and a white man, questioning public safety, bystander intervention, and the unrealistic expectations of 'knights in shining armor'. Listen in as we navigate these serious discussions, and more.Please Like♥️, Share

Beauty and the Biz
Attracting Hair Loss Patients — with Alan J. Bauman, MD (Ep. 209)

Beauty and the Biz

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 9, 2023 56:04


Hello, and welcome to Beauty and the Biz where we talk about the business and marketing side of plastic surgery, and attracting hair loss patients. I'm your host, Catherine Maley, author of Your Aesthetic Practice – What your patients are saying, as well as consultant to plastic surgeons, to get them more patients, more profits and stellar reputations. Now, today's episode is called "Attracting Hair Loss Patients — with Alan J. Bauman, MD". It's very common for surgeons to want to expand and grow their practices. Actually, it's human nature to want to progress and there's nothing wrong with that. So, they go to conferences and listen to speakers and vendors talk about the latest technologies and how to use it to grow your practice.  They have great stories and case studies about how this investment offers a new service to attract a new demographic of patients. A common new service to offer is hair loss technology. It makes sense. You can just look around and see how big a problem it can be for a ton of people. But what you can't see is the time, money and effort that goes into marketing this technology to consumers who see their hair loss as a problem and are actually looking for a solution, AND are willing to spend the money to fix their problem. This week's Beauty and the Biz Podcast is an interview I did with Dr. Alan Bauman who is a full-time hair transplant surgeon in Boca Raton, FL.  He's treated over 30K patients and performed over 10K hair transplant surgeries in his 12,000 square foot facility.  We talked about how he manages 30 team members and several profit centers and the various, creative ways he markets to and attracts both men AND women to his hair loss center. He also had good advice for those surgeons who want to buy a machine to add hair restoration to their cosmetic practice.  Visit Dr. Bauman's website P.S. Please review!

Let's Talk Pella
Let’s Talk Pella – Union Street Players Children’s Show

Let's Talk Pella

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 14, 2023 8:36


Show Directors Chris Brown and Lynn Cutler and Cast Members Kati Brown, Allie Thomas, and Chris Haug preview “Elephant & Piggie’s ‘We Are In A Play,'” coming to the Pella Community Center April 27-30 and May 4-7.

Milo Time
Ample Hills

Milo Time

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 2, 2023 11:12


Nighthawk Theater, The Social Ice Cream, Union Street, 3rd Avenue, Alana Fishberg, Max Kessler, Snow Football, First Snow, Chocolate Ice Cream, Marie Nachsin, Charlie Nachsin, Martin Nachsin

KUOW Newsroom
Seattle renames block to honor D'Vonne Pickett Jr.

KUOW Newsroom

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 23, 2023 1:10


The city of Seattle Thursday renamed a block on Union Street for community activist and business leader D'Vonne Pickett Jr., who was fatally shot waiting at a bus stop in the Central District last October.

Bloom With Bridget
When Vision Becomes A Reality With Gloria Chilcutt

Bloom With Bridget

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 31, 2023 50:26


We've all had those moments when we see something go from a vision to reality.  It's pretty incredible isn't it?  What was once utilized as a switchboard center for Southern Bell phone company back in the early 20's, then nearly condemned is now a thriving event venue and space for people to come together in union on Union Street in Madisonville, KY.   This week's guest Gloria's Chilcut has taken her vision for U Creative Space and imagined a place where YOU can come to spark your own creativity.  Join me as I sit down with my one of my dearest friends as she shares how she brought her idea to life to create a space that she had the vision to share where people could come together in union.To keep up with Gloria and U Creative Space, check out: ucreativespace.comU Creative Space on InstagramFor more ways to bloom in between episodes, follow along at @bloomwithbridget on instagram or head on over to www.bloomwithbridget.com to keep growing with me. Be sure to leave a review about this podcast or share it with someone who you think would love it! To explore the Bloom Box, you can find both boxes by checking out the Bloom Box on the website.

The TripleJump Podcast
TripleJump Podcast 192: God of War Ragnarok - Are High Review Naysayers Justified?

The TripleJump Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 12, 2022 80:21


Join Ben Potter, Peter Austin and Ashton Matthews as they run through some listener questions, what they're playing, some weird gaming news, and if people are justified in complaining about God Of War: Ragnarok's perfect review scores? What about the Oculus founder's attempts to build a VR headset that can kill you? This is the TripleJump gaming podcast. 0:00 Intro12:37 What We Playin'34:18 WEIRD NEWS57:17 The Big DiscussionTat Appeal address:TripleJump Tat Appeal 2022,6 Maling Court,Union Street,Newcastle Upon Tyne,NE2 1BPUNITED KINGDOM https://www.pushsquare.com/news/2022/11/god-of-war-ragnarok-ps5-ps4-reviewer-threatened-over-lower-scorehttps://www.eurogamer.net/oculus-founder-makes-headset-which-can-kill-you-in-celebration-of-sword-art-onlinehttps://kotaku.com/sonic-the-hedgehog-lore-linkedin-job-hiring-canon-sega-18497533https://www.pcgamer.com/mcdonalds-gaming-chair-mccrispy/ #GodOfWar #Ragnarok #TheStoreIsClosed -------------------------- Subscribe for more wonderful video game content from Ben Potter, Peter Austin and Ashton Matthews! TripleJump provides video coverage of video games - including top ten lists featuring current gen platforms (PS4 & PS5, Xbox One & Xbox Series X/Xbox Series S, Nintendo Switch and PC), retro consoles (PlayStation, Nintendo, Xbox and Sega), as well as WGE, video game challenges, launch games videos, first impressions, podcasts, livestreams and much, much more. Careers, contacts, and more information can be found on our website: http://tripleju.mp ⇨ Patreon: https://Patreon.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Twitch: https://Twitch.tv/TeamTripleJump⇨ Merchandise: https://triplejumpshop.com/⇨ Cameo: http://www.tripleju.mp/cameo/⇨ Livestream VODs: http://tripleju.mp/vods⇨ Podcast: https://play.acast.com/s/triplejump⇨ Twitter: https://Twitter.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Facebook: https://Facebook.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Discord: http://Bit.ly/TeamTripleJump Follow the team on social media:• Ben: http://www.twitter.com/Confused_Dude & Confused_Dude on PSN• Peter: http://www.twitter.com/ThatPeterAustin & https://instagram.com/ThatPeterAustin• Ashton: http://www.twitter.com/ScrambledAshton & https://instagram.com/ScrambledAshton Follow our friends!• Billy Ray Walrus: https://twitter.com/BillyRayBotrus• Rules Boss: https://twitter.com/ThisIsRulesBoss• Barbara Pis: https://twitter.com/pis_barbara The TripleJump Podcast is hosted by Acast, but available on Spotify, iTunes, Google Play, Stitcher, and more!Acast: https://play.acast.com/s/triplejump Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The TripleJump Podcast
TripleJump Podcast 191: PSVR2 - Is It Worth The Price?

The TripleJump Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 5, 2022 72:25


Join Ben Potter, Peter Austin and Ashton Matthews as they run through some listener questions, what they're playing, some weird gaming news, and what they think about the PSVR2's price tag? What about IKEA's attempts to shut down a game set in an apparent knock off of their store? This is the TripleJump gaming podcast. 0:00 Intro10:46 What We Playin'26:59 WEIRD NEWS50:22 The Big DiscussionTat Appeal address:TripleJump Tat Appeal 2022,6 Maling Court,Union Street,Newcastle Upon Tyne,NE2 1BPUNITED KINGDOM https://www.pushsquare.com/news/2022/10/sony-accidentally-sends-god-of-war-ragnarok-ps5-bundle-to-customerhttps://www.escapistmagazine.com/the-store-is-closed-indie-survival-horror-game-ikea-law-copyright-trademark/?fbclid=IwAR0iSJjOK5vgwyKt6x3CkBslf6PbZUOc1wB44Rb0VjcTRQcXU7VuA183AVg #PSVR2 #Sony #TheStoreIsClosed -------------------------- Subscribe for more wonderful video game content from Ben Potter, Peter Austin and Ashton Matthews! TripleJump provides video coverage of video games - including top ten lists featuring current gen platforms (PS4 & PS5, Xbox One & Xbox Series X/Xbox Series S, Nintendo Switch and PC), retro consoles (PlayStation, Nintendo, Xbox and Sega), as well as WGE, video game challenges, launch games videos, first impressions, podcasts, livestreams and much, much more. Careers, contacts, and more information can be found on our website: http://tripleju.mp ⇨ Patreon: https://Patreon.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Twitch: https://Twitch.tv/TeamTripleJump⇨ Merchandise: https://triplejumpshop.com/⇨ Cameo: http://www.tripleju.mp/cameo/⇨ Livestream VODs: http://tripleju.mp/vods⇨ Podcast: https://play.acast.com/s/triplejump⇨ Twitter: https://Twitter.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Facebook: https://Facebook.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Discord: http://Bit.ly/TeamTripleJump Follow the team on social media:• Ben: http://www.twitter.com/Confused_Dude & Confused_Dude on PSN• Peter: http://www.twitter.com/ThatPeterAustin & https://instagram.com/ThatPeterAustin• Ashton: http://www.twitter.com/ScrambledAshton & https://instagram.com/ScrambledAshton Follow our friends!• Billy Ray Walrus: https://twitter.com/BillyRayBotrus• Rules Boss: https://twitter.com/ThisIsRulesBoss• Barbara Pis: https://twitter.com/pis_barbara The TripleJump Podcast is hosted by Acast, but available on Spotify, iTunes, Google Play, Stitcher, and more!Acast: https://play.acast.com/s/triplejump Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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TripleJump Podcast 190: Bayonetta 3 - How Fairly Are Voice Actors Being Paid?

The TripleJump Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 29, 2022 80:52


Join Ben Potter, Peter Austin and Ashton Matthews as they run through some listener questions, what they're playing, some weird gaming news, and opinions on how much VAs should be paid after the Bayonetta 3 fallout? What about the Spider-Man PC mod that lets you play as IGN's Gotham Knights score? This is the TripleJump gaming podcast. 0:00 Intro14:10 What We Playin'36:44 WEIRD NEWS51:43 The Big DiscussionTat Appeal address:TripleJump Tat Appeal 2022,6 Maling Court,Union Street,Newcastle Upon Tyne,NE2 1BPUNITED KINGDOM https://www.nintendolife.com/news/2022/10/bayonettas-og-voice-actor-responds-to-online-backlash-in-ongoing-disputehttps://www.pushsquare.com/news/2022/10/random-marvels-spider-man-pc-mod-lets-you-play-as-igns-gotham-knights-review-scorehttps://gamerant.com/doom-chocolate-bar-halloween/ #Bayonetta3 #HellenaTaylor #GothamKnights -------------------------- Subscribe for more wonderful video game content from Ben Potter, Peter Austin and Ashton Matthews! TripleJump provides video coverage of video games - including top ten lists featuring current gen platforms (PS4 & PS5, Xbox One & Xbox Series X/Xbox Series S, Nintendo Switch and PC), retro consoles (PlayStation, Nintendo, Xbox and Sega), as well as WGE, video game challenges, launch games videos, first impressions, podcasts, livestreams and much, much more. Careers, contacts, and more information can be found on our website: http://tripleju.mp ⇨ Patreon: https://Patreon.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Twitch: https://Twitch.tv/TeamTripleJump⇨ Merchandise: https://triplejumpshop.com/⇨ Cameo: http://www.tripleju.mp/cameo/⇨ Livestream VODs: http://tripleju.mp/vods⇨ Podcast: https://play.acast.com/s/triplejump⇨ Twitter: https://Twitter.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Facebook: https://Facebook.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Discord: http://Bit.ly/TeamTripleJump Follow the team on social media:• Ben: http://www.twitter.com/Confused_Dude & Confused_Dude on PSN• Peter: http://www.twitter.com/ThatPeterAustin & https://instagram.com/ThatPeterAustin• Ashton: http://www.twitter.com/ScrambledAshton & https://instagram.com/ScrambledAshton Follow our friends!• Billy Ray Walrus: https://twitter.com/BillyRayBotrus• Rules Boss: https://twitter.com/ThisIsRulesBoss• Barbara Pis: https://twitter.com/pis_barbara The TripleJump Podcast is hosted by Acast, but available on Spotify, iTunes, Google Play, Stitcher, and more!Acast: https://play.acast.com/s/triplejump Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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TripleJump Podcast 189: Silent Hill 2 Remake: Can Bloober Team Pull It Off?

The TripleJump Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 22, 2022 97:14


Join Ben Potter, Peter Austin and Ashton Matthews as they run through some listener questions, what they're playing, some weird gaming news, and their reactions to the recent Silent Hill news? What about the guy who built a Minecraft pig that can hit 20mph at top speed? This is the TripleJump gaming podcast.0:00 Intro17:28 What We Playin'34:26 WEIRD NEWS1:02:29 The Big DiscussionTat Appeal address:TripleJump Tat Appeal 2022,6 Maling Court,Union Street,Newcastle Upon Tyne,NE2 1BPUNITED KINGDOM Please consider donating to the Kickstarter!: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/diedie/diediebooks/ Silent Hill Transmission: https://bit.ly/3MQA9rw Weird News:https://bit.ly/3scgitmhttps://bit.ly/3MKZtPshttps://bit.ly/3yRo2Vh #SilentHill #Konami #Hamborghini -------------------------- Subscribe for more wonderful video game content from Ben Potter, Peter Austin and Ashton Matthews! TripleJump provides video coverage of video games - including top ten lists featuring current gen platforms (PS4 & PS5, Xbox One & Xbox Series X/Xbox Series S, Nintendo Switch and PC), retro consoles (PlayStation, Nintendo, Xbox and Sega), as well as WGE, video game challenges, launch games videos, first impressions, podcasts, livestreams and much, much more. Careers, contacts, and more information can be found on our website: http://tripleju.mp ⇨ Patreon: https://Patreon.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Twitch: https://Twitch.tv/TeamTripleJump⇨ Merchandise: https://triplejumpshop.com/⇨ Cameo: http://www.tripleju.mp/cameo/⇨ Livestream VODs: http://tripleju.mp/vods⇨ Podcast: https://play.acast.com/s/triplejump⇨ Twitter: https://Twitter.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Facebook: https://Facebook.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Discord: http://Bit.ly/TeamTripleJump Follow the team on social media:• Ben: http://www.twitter.com/Confused_Dude & Confused_Dude on PSN• Peter: http://www.twitter.com/ThatPeterAustin & https://instagram.com/ThatPeterAustin• Ashton: http://www.twitter.com/ScrambledAshton & https://instagram.com/ScrambledAshton Follow our friends!• Billy Ray Walrus: https://twitter.com/BillyRayBotrus• Rules Boss: https://twitter.com/ThisIsRulesBoss• Barbara Pis: https://twitter.com/pis_barbara The TripleJump Podcast is hosted by Acast, but available on Spotify, iTunes, Google Play, Stitcher, and more!Acast: https://play.acast.com/s/triplejump Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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TripleJump Podcast 188: The Super Mario Bros. Movie Trailer - Did It Meet Expectations?

The TripleJump Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 15, 2022 84:51


Join Ben Potter, Peter Austin and Ashton Matthews as they run through some listener questions, what they're playing, some weird gaming news, and their reactions to the Mario movie trailer? What about Doom now being playable on Microsoft Notepad? This is the TripleJump gaming podcast.0:00 Intro13:31 What We Playin'46:37 WEIRD NEWS1:06:11 The Big Discussion Tat Appeal address:TripleJump Tat Appeal 2022,6 Maling Court,Union Street,Newcastle Upon Tyne,NE2 1BPUNITED KINGDOMLINKShttps://www.gamespot.com/articles/xbox-game-pass-console-revenue-revealed-in-microsoft-activision-blizzard-legal-documents/1100-6508137/#:~:text=Game%20of%20Thrones-,Xbox%20Game%20Pass%20Console%20Revenue%20Revealed%20In%20Microsoft%2DActivision%20Blizzard,billion%20in%20revenue%20for%202021https://kotaku.com/splatoon-3-porn-stream-nintendo-vtuber-switch-1849645153https://gamerant.com/doom-notepad-port/https://www.edp24.co.uk/news/liz-truss-star-of-new-video-game-9321928 #MarioMovieTrailer #ChrisPratt #DoomNotepad -------------------------- Subscribe for more wonderful video game content from Ben Potter, Peter Austin and Ashton Matthews! TripleJump provides video coverage of video games - including top ten lists featuring current gen platforms (PS4 & PS5, Xbox One & Xbox Series X/Xbox Series S, Nintendo Switch and PC), retro consoles (PlayStation, Nintendo, Xbox and Sega), as well as WGE, video game challenges, launch games videos, first impressions, podcasts, livestreams and much, much more. Careers, contacts, and more information can be found on our website: http://tripleju.mp ⇨ Patreon: https://Patreon.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Twitch: https://Twitch.tv/TeamTripleJump⇨ Merchandise: https://triplejumpshop.com/⇨ Cameo: http://www.tripleju.mp/cameo/⇨ Livestream VODs: http://tripleju.mp/vods⇨ Podcast: https://play.acast.com/s/triplejump⇨ Twitter: https://Twitter.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Facebook: https://Facebook.com/TeamTripleJump⇨ Discord: http://Bit.ly/TeamTripleJump Follow the team on social media:• Ben: http://www.twitter.com/Confused_Dude & Confused_Dude on PSN• Peter: http://www.twitter.com/ThatPeterAustin & https://instagram.com/ThatPeterAustin• Ashton: http://www.twitter.com/ScrambledAshton & https://instagram.com/ScrambledAshton Follow our friends!• Billy Ray Walrus: https://twitter.com/BillyRayBotrus• Rules Boss: https://twitter.com/ThisIsRulesBoss• Barbara Pis: https://twitter.com/pis_barbara The TripleJump Podcast is hosted by Acast, but available on Spotify, iTunes, Google Play, Stitcher, and more!Acast: https://play.acast.com/s/triplejump Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.