K is for Kinky by Alison Tyler

each a solid shot. We click glasses and drink the liquor down. “Delicious,” says Uncle. “This whiskey has no regrets.”
    â€œNow,” I say, “tell me about your kink. Why wasn’t Trixie your kink partner?”
    â€œThis was before I even knew Trixie. Back when we were playing the Tutti-Frutti Club in Manhattan, we had a torch singer with the band. Her name was Lucy Loose. She was huge, the guys in the band used to joke about her. Here comes Lucy Loose, big in the front, bigger in the caboose. She had wild black hair. I liked to watch her shake her thing while she was doing her numbers. I began to wonder since she had so much hair on her head did she have so much on her…you know. One night I asked her to have a drink with me when the show was over. After a few martinis at the club bar, I asked her the big question.
    â€œ ‘Miss Lucy, you have such beautiful, thick hair on your head, I can’t stop myself from being curious. Do you have so much hair on your, um…secret place?’

    â€œIt took a moment before she answered, it not being a usual question and all. She looked down into her glass, then right back up at me, straight into my eyes. ‘Why, yes, Irv,’ she answered with a grin on her face. ‘Yes, I do.’
    â€œThat was when I knew I was in. It took one more martini before I asked her if she liked to play dress-up games. She said yes again. She quickly agreed when I suggested I rent a room at the St. Damian Hotel for next Sunday night when the band had off. I would bring the costume.
    â€œI went to a uniform store and purchased a nurse’s uniform, an extra-large. I reserved a room and told Lucy the room number after our show Saturday night. We were to meet at eight the following evening. You can bet I was there an hour early. I put the lights on dim, put ‘Some Enchanted Evening’ on the record player and ordered a bottle of the best champagne to be sent up from room service. Besides the big double bed, there was a nice couch in the room. I had the bellhop put the champagne on the coffee table in front of the couch. I tipped him twenty for good luck. I got the nurse’s outfit from the bag it was in and set it out neatly on the bed. I sat on the couch waiting for Lucy.
    â€œFinally, there was a knock on the door. I was nervous and my heart was pounding like a kettledrum.
    â€œThere was Lucy, towering over me like a giantess. She was wearing a red dress cut so low I could see the top of her nipples. Her magnificent breasts, held high by some kind of intricate corset, just cleared my head. I stood there gaping. Finally she says, ‘Irv, aren’t you going to invite a lady in and offer her a drink?’

    â€œ ‘Sure, sure,’ I say and I beckon her in and lead her to sit down on the sofa. When she sees the nurse’s outfit, she starts to giggle. ‘Oh, are we going to play doctor?’ she wants to know. ‘Not exactly,’ I tell her.
    â€œPretty soon we are sipping bubbly. It turns out that Miss Lucy loves champagne and it’s not long before I got one of my hands inside her décolletage and she has my other hand up to her mouth. She is sucking my fingers, running her nice pink tongue between them, and from the way Lucy is shifting her hips from side to side I’m thinking maybe she is ready to play. I ask her, ‘Lovely Lucy, are you ready to play a dress-up game?’
    â€œ ‘I’m ready to do whatever you want to do,’ she says.
    â€œI say, ‘Now, I want you to take the nurse’s uniform into the lavatory, get our of your dress and put on the uniform.’ ‘Will do,’ she says. ‘I always looked good in white.’ Then I ask her, ‘Are you wearing a garter belt to show off those fine black silk stockings you have on?’
    â€œ ‘Yes,’ Lucy answers, ‘I’m wearing a pretty pink garter belt with the cutest little red