Mickey Makes His Move By Merz Mickey's Amazons start putting the act together Half my wrestling team plopped down in a chair like she was making herself comfortable for a long stay. I chewed my cigar and headed back to my own side of the desk where my state of excitement wouldn't be so obvious. "What's on your mind, sweet heart?" I refilled my glass, but didn't dig out one for Barta. Time was wasting if I was going to work my wood and get back to business. "Got any ideas how we're going to use Dragon Lady in the act, Boss? Marta and I are fine with the acrobat business, but we don't want any part of that Kung Fu crap. Look at this." She stretched down the neck of her shirt to show off most of her chest, including a perfectly square bruise where Lily had hammered home her nail in the wood block. Barta rubbed her chest, letting her hand slip down to the little bit of tit she hadn't exposed. I nearly swallowed my cigar, and grabbed my glass with both hands to keep from spilling as I took a gulp, then crossed my legs tight to prevent accidents. "It's not like I can't take it, you know," she continued and tensed her chest so the muscle shoved her tit a little farther in my direction, "but she caught me by surprise." "Hadn't thought that far," I told her. I sucked my smoke as she kept examining her creamy white chest. "She'll stick with the acrobat stuff and leave the wrestling to you and Marta. Anything else?" I tore my eyes away and stared out the window to the brick wall across the alley, but Barta guessed my mind was still roaming inside her clothes. "Well, Marta and I were talking about maybe we should rearrange the show. You know, without Verna we'll have to have a different way to open and we thought maybe we could carry whazzer-name out, like Verna used to carry you. You know, us looking tough and her looking like the delicate little flower." She stood up, holding her arms high so her chest was pushed even farther forward and now her crotch was directly across the desk from me. She glanced down to judge the effect this was having. I bit my lip so hard I thought it would bleed. "Yeah, I'll think about that. Marta still with Stella?" Barta really wasn't a bad looker, I thought. Maybe if I play it right, and play it real fast I won't need to take myself in hand. "You want to try a practice run, picking me up? I must weigh at least what she does." I sucked down what was left in my glass as I contemplated my next move. She snorted. "Is this a come-on? I saw you're so turned on you're about to split your pants, so maybe you want to get off from me tossing you around? Or are you after something a little gentler? Maybe Marta and I ought to get you more into our wrestling so we can all roll around together. I don't care how well hung Verna says you are, I ain't sucking no dick but maybe you like working your tongue." She quickly came round to my side and snatched the cigar right out of my mouth. She took a puff then grabbed me in a headlock, yanking me right up out of my chair. I was pinned there between her tit and her arm - nice plush tit in my face, big solid arm around my neck. Then she took the cigar out of her mouth and gave it a nice long lick while she looked down at me, barely able to see around the tit she had my face pressed against. I lost it, and Barta started laughing like she would bust.. She could see or maybe feel that I was having a silent explosion in my pants while she held me and it cracked her up like I had never seen. She dropped me back in my chair and settled herself on the edge of my desk. Resting her foot on my chair right between my legs, an inch from where I had a spreading stain in my pants, she said, "We keep it business, Mickey. You know I can take you any way I want you, any time, but for now we keep it business. That way you're the boss and nobody gets hurt. If you want you and me to start going by different rules I might be willing but I can't guarantee your health." She plugged my cigar back in my mouth, picked up the whiskey bottle by the neck and took a long slug before walking away still laughing. When she met Marta in the doorway she stopped, looked over her shoulder at me, and then gave her partner a slap on the shoulder. "He's all yours, sister. I got him softened up for you, and I do mean soft." She laughed again and tromped off leaving Marta wondering what the hell she was talking about, and leaving me stewing in my own juice. I took another drag on my cigar as she sat down across the desk from me, but now the smoke tasted like licking tar so I threw it away. "Want a belt?" I asked as I refilled my glass. I pushed the bottle toward her and rummaged in the bottom drawer until I found another glass. "Thanks, I never took you for a bourbon man. You always seemed more gin." She saluted me and knocked off half her shot. "You know anything about this Wu Shu bullshit whazzer-name was going on about?" "Not really. She did say mine was pretty good." I sat up a little taller in my chair and gazed across at Marta as I sipped. "Cause I have read about it some. It's all about energy flowing around inside a person. Sounds goofy, but you saw how it works. She can direct hers into one finger and make it stiff enough so she could balance on it, and she scrambled whatever the kid has so she got weak as a kitten." Marta drained her glass, reached to refill it and did the same to mine. "Stella's still all screwed up by it, can hardly walk straight and is just sitting on her bed with a wicked case of the jimjams." She sloshed the booze around in her mouth and wrinkled up her forehead, thinking. I wondered why I never noticed she was so much better looking than Barta, softer but stronger at the same time. "Never took you for a reader, sweet heart. Brains and looks both, huh?" The bourbon was building a fire in my belly that was starting to spread. I hopped off my chair and came around to her side of the desk where I rested my elbow on her knee and looked up into her eyes. With a wink up at her I jumped and started pulling myself into her lap. She leaned way back in the chair, which at the time seemed like an invitation to keep climbing until I stood there looking eye to eye with her. After letting the moment sizzle for another few moments I went in for the kiss. I don't know what I was thinking. Marta is a trained wrestler while I'm just an ordinary guy. No way I had a chance of taking her on in a fair fight but a few shots of booze will do that to a guy, make him think he's a giant killer and whatever woman is across from him is the most gorgeous dame in the joint. "Aw jeez, Mickey, are you soused?" Marta grabbed me under the arms as she stood up and let me dangle in her hands while it looked like she was deciding between a quick toss through the window or a leisurely crushing of every bone in my body. I reached forward so I could feel the thick arms that bulged a little more from holding my weight out away from her. They felt like heaven and I was back where I started, horny as hell and no way to do anything about it. "Boss, I been . . ." Stella stopped in mid-sentence when she saw me and Marta in that position. "Holy smokes, I never knew it was like that between you two. I'm sorry I . . ." "Oh can it, kid." Marta turned around toward her and tucked me under her arm. "Mickey's been hitting the bottle. Let's get him to his room and so he can sleep it off." "I never seen him like this," Stella squealed. "Is he going to be okay?" "He won't be if he pulls any crap on me again or if I catch him drinking during the act, but he's just a little messed up. He'll be fine." She shifted me so more of my weight rested on her hip as she started toward the door. I couldn't think of anything better to do than just go along for the ride. "Maybe we should put him in my room so I can keep an eye on him. My daddy used to get drunk sometimes and make a real mess. You want I should carry him?" Oh yes please God, I thought, imagining having one of Stella's beautiful arms wrapped around my middle. I moaned a little to encourage Marta handing me off. "He'll be fine, but if you want him you got him." To tell the truth there wasn't much difference hanging under Stella's arm than under Marta's. I couldn't twist around enough to get a feel of Stella's big muscle, and it couldn't have been much harder than Marta's. "You don't want him on your bed, in case he gets sick or he doesn't come around before you're ready to turn in. Here, I'll build him a little nest on the dresser and he can sleep it off here." Marta piled up a blanket and Stella boosted me up there nice and easy. "You sure you want the little goofball hanging around like this?" Marta asked her, and then told me, "You better be worth all this trouble tomorrow when we start putting together a new act." She pulled the end of the blanket over me so I was all tucked in. "We gotta look out for each other, Marta. This is more family than I ever had and we gotta look after each other." "You tell 'er, kid. We are team now, our Wu Shu must merge and flow as one." All of a sudden Lily was talking from the doorway. I couldn't see any of them, tucked in like I was, but it sounded real quiet after she spoke. "C'mon, kid, give me chance. You got the Wu Shu in you, you just need some help on how to use it. I show you a couple tricks and it take a bulldozer to move you if you don't wanna go." Stella backed up into my view and stood there kind of stiff with her fists clenched. "She's going to be part of the act now," Marta finally said. "You want it to be family, you gotta let her in." She came and put her hand on Stella's big arm just like I wished I could do. Her hand couldn't wrap much farther around those gorgeous muscles than mine would have. Mr. Johnson was sitting up between my legs again and really taking notice. "I think I better let you gals talk this out." Impulsively Marta grabbed Stella in a tight hug. Stella struggled against the contact at first, but Marta hung on and made comforting sounds. Strong as Stella is, Marta has lots of wrestling experience so it would take more muscle than even Stella has to break free of a hold Marta puts on a person. Gradually the struggles quieted until finally Stella returned the hug. They stood like that for a long time and then Lily came over carrying a cheap suitcase and put her hand on Stella's shoulder. Marta broke the clinch so she could look at Stella's face to see the tears running down. She sniffed, herself, and then left the other two looking at each other. In my messed up condition my own eyes started to tear up at the sight of my girls getting along like that. When I closed my eyes I got woozy and damn near rolled off the dresser. "You feel Wu Shu with wrestler. Her energy flow into you and two hearts beat together." She put her hand in the middle of Stella's broad chest. "Deep breath, feel my heart open to you. Feel energy sink to your center, make you strong, make you brave." She slid her hand down Stella's front, pausing at the belt line while she talked softer and softer. "Feel energy sink to your roots, make you solid like a tree," her hand slid down between the thick thighs. "Feel your Wu Shu grow upward and out, like branches." She slid both hands up along the strong body and Stella's shirt seemed to float up and off of her, her powerful arms rising gracefully to let it pass over her head and flutter down to the floor. "Picture energy flowing from roots through branches and up to the sky." Lily stroked Stella's upraised left arm, then she pulled herself up on it like shinnying up a steel pole. "Relax, no effort, just let energy flow upward." With one hand on Stella's wrist and the other on her thick tricep Lily levered herself outward until she looked like a flag flying in the breeze. "No effort," she said again and slid gracefully down the length of Stella's body, her shirt and bra somehow ending up in a pile with Stella's shirt on the floor. Now Lily was pressed skin to skin against Stella who still had her two arms raised up. Lilly was murmuring something too soft for me to catch, and Stella slowly lowered her arms and ran her hands down along Lily's back. Breathless, I blinked and they were both naked as the day they were born and just seemed to float together down onto the bed. The energy flowing around got more intense after that. This time when I bit my lip to keep myself under control I did taste blood. I was going crazy and tried to disappear further under the blanket until the sweet noises stopped. Finally Stella pushed herself up and off, onto the floor. "I don't know what to say," she started, and Lily held up one finger. "No words. Wu Shu instead of words. Go now and see if you can let Wu Shu help muscles do more than they could do for you before. No strain, no effort, relax and let Wu Shu flow." Stella nodded, dressed and rushed barefoot out the door. Lily lay on top of the bed, fingering her clit and staring up at the ceiling. "Don't know how you got up there, Boss Man, but you break neck if you come down without help. You get no help from me. Maybe muscle-girl put you up out of the way or maybe one of the wrestlers toss you there." She rolled off the bed and started pulling on her clothes. "You wait and I get one to lift you down. Little spy -- you take big chance that I not tie your Wu Shu in a knot so you never get straight again. Crazy little man," she muttered as she left the room with her suitcase. She stuck her head back in and pointed at me with a boney finger. "Still no nookie with muscle-girl. You gotta respect Wu Shu before you take advantage."