The World of Cherry by Kay Brandt

back to work.
    Being out on the dance floor is intense, with expensive perfume sweated off from one body to another, as the members get moving to the beat of the most talented DJ I've ever known, Carson. The androgynous DJ Carson perfects the ambiance with a soundtrack she creates spontaneously per the mood of the night. Her music selections vary from down tempo to dub step to lounge, jazz, dance and pop. Eclectic electric, she calls it, and it works for creating the sexy, energetic, gorgeous vibe I want in my club. I've seen women who wouldn't be caught dead on a dance floor in any other club get lost in Carson's contagious mixes, and then proceed to morph into dancing queens for hours upon hours, sometimes foregoing the fruits of their membership for a non-stop dance party. Not to mention, she is absolutely hot, owning her gender queer boy toi persona, communicating her sexual fierceness through the rawness of her grooves. She is the only employee of the club not openly offered, even though she wouldn't mind it. It's my choice to keep her private as the elusive DJ and the heartbeat of the club. Without good music you might as well be selling membership to a chess club. No pity is needed for Carson, because she's not denied sex, far from it. She gets her fair share of very willing hotties. I've caught her on rare occasions getting it on with the members, right there in the hallway next to her DJ booth, in between sets. Normally I wouldn't allow this, as services are given for a fee, but Carson comes across as forbidden fruit, a quick thrill if the mood strikes. She's a strap-on aficionado, or so the rumor has it, although she's never shown it to me, nor have I asked to see it. I've seen my share of strap-ons and I don't prefer to use them on me or my lovers. There is nothing quite like the feeling of soft, female fingers inside and an artificial dick seems to be defeating the purpose of living a lesbian lifestyle. A few of my dancers are receiving instruction from Carson on how to use them properly and I think that's hilarious. Lessons? How explicit these lessons are, I can't say, and so far no one has complained. I really try to give my staff privacy and this is why I don't probe too deeply into Carson's activities. She's become a permanent fixture, and her energy is what we depend on to encourage the magic. Plus, she's funny as hell, wielding a vicious sense of humor that works as medicine for me.
    Avery and Katherine pull me between them for a momentary three-way grind.
    “ Kristin was magnificent. Just what I needed. Thank you for selecting her for me tonight . ” Katherine is tipsy and sweaty and I recognize the scent of Kristin still lingering on her neck.
    “ You're welcome. It's Dusty and Eternity that put the pairings together, though. I only give suggestions. You need to thank them instead , ” I inform.
    “ Yes, that's right. Well, Eternity knows what I like. I will want Kristin again soon, so, I'll be sure to let Eternity know . ”
    “ And you, Avery? Are you having a wonderful time ? ” I inquire, and she replies ,“ Always . ”
    “ Things look good with your friend and Nixie. I don't think we need to worry . ” We spy over to Marina's table. Nixie is with her, sipping water while Marina polishes off her champagne.
    Avery and Katherine nod in approval, keeping one eye on the developing situation while going back to their dancing, drawn into Carson's groove.
     

CHAPTER 13 – Being in Hell with Nixie
    “ I'm married, happily, for many years . ” Marina gives a nervous confession to scantily clad Nixie .“ My girlfriends are very bad women. I love them, don't get me wrong, but this lesbo thing is way out of hand . ”
    “ You never got it on with them ? ” Nixie shudders to think.
    “ Me? No! I think they both need an intervention, some type of therapy . ” Marina is buzzed, confiding ,“ Between you and me, Nixie, I think they are sex addicts . ”
    “ Really ? ” Nixie curls her lips,