Lady Lucille’s After Hour Game Night

Not very many bars in the U.S. can say they have been around for over a hundred years. And not very many bars can say that they have an After Hours Game Night like Lady Lucille’s. This is a relatively mild– for me– story that involves nudity, spanking, Sumo Wrestling and Oil Wrestling. This story will take you to a nice evening after hours at a bar called Lady Lucille’s that exists only in my mind. But after reading this, it will exist in yours also.

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Lady Lucille’s Bar & Grill has been a fixture down on Second Street for many years. Supposedly it was once even closer to the river, but back in the big floods of ’93 it survived only because the owner and patrons got together to sandbag a six foot high flood wall all the way around it. Once the floods went down, the owner picked up the building and moved the bar three blocks– and about twenty feet in elevation– up to what was then three vacant lots on Second Street. A couple of floods have come and gone since then, and there is a new owner and a lot of new regulars… including me… but Lady Lucille’s is still going strong.

I’m not sure how Lady Lucille stays on this side of the law, but evidently nothing visibly happens that is illegal, or can be proved to be illegal in a court of law, except of course, at the after hours game night. I guess the best way to describe Lady Lucille, herself, is that she is the Dreaded Pirate Roberts of bar owners. Lady Lucille’s Bar & Grill has been open for over a hundred and fifty years in several different buildings with several different Lucilles acting as owner. Some say it was open even before that under the name, Chez Dame Lucille. The stories don’t say where that was, but it wasn’t around here.

Who then, is Lady Lucille you might ask. She is usually up in her office that has big windows that allow her to watch over the bar. But if you hang around until just before closing on any night, you will meet her. Back before they moved the bar, she was a rather curvy raven-haired beauty with a very high-pitched Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs voice and skin to match. Today she is taller, thinner, more muscular, and … black. Regardless of who she now is, she still does “private discipline lessons” upstairs in her “training room” like an unknown number of Lady Lucilles did before her.

Supposedly they built a really deep basement for some of the more interesting stuff when they moved the building up to Second Street, but I’ve never been down there. Never been upstairs either. My kink is voyeurism and I can get that satisfied on any night for just the cover charge with the two-drink minimum.

The two-drink minimum isn’t a problem for me because I can nurse a dark ale for hours which means two dark ales last twice that long. Lucille thinks I’m a cheapskate, but she puts up with me because I keep bringing in friends who sit with me and spend like sailors on shore leave. Some of them also go upstairs, but I’m not mentioning names. Harry Jensen’s been downstairs, but it was during the daytime and he’s an electrician. I asked him about it and he answered, “I want to do more work for the Lady. She tips VERY well.” I decided my friendship with Harry was worth more than knowing details of the tip… or the basement… so I let it drop.

My favorite night at Lady Lucille’s is After Hours Game Night. There are regular trivia games and darts tournaments on various nights throughout the week, but on After Hours Game Night it is special. There is always an off-duty cop at the door with the regular bouncers. The bouncer checks your ID to make sure you are of age and who you say you are just like any other night. But on Game Night Officer Dave then watches as you sign a disclaimer saying that you are at least twenty-five and are aware of the risks and rewards of Lady Lucille’s After Hours Game Night.

If you sign the paper, you get the special stamp along with the regular entry stamp. The regular stamp is black ink with two very decorative Ls wound together. The special stamp doesn’t show in regular light. It doesn’t even show if you have one of those small UV pen lights. It takes a special shade of UV light to make it glow. Or, if you hold your hand under a low level light… like say one of those useless lights in the middle of the table… and then look at the back of your hand from a very low angle, you can just make out the reflection of the ink on your skin. It’s kind of hard to see the whip as it curls around the oblong paddle, but the straight line of the whip’s handle is really easy to pick out.

After Hours Game Night actually starts well before closing time with regular trivia. But as the night goes on the questions get more and more raunchy. Around eleven the Quiz Master announces that the family-friendly portion of the night is coming to a close and announces the winner to that point. Then the QM very politely asks anyone who doesn’t have a late night stamp to please leave. He gives everybody about a half hour to clear out and then stands in the spotlight and says, “OK, everybody hold up your right hand with the palm facing you.” Then all the lights go out and everything is bathed in a really strange blue-green glow.

“OK, table two,” he said sternly as the lights came back up, “I don’t see any late night stamps. You’ve got to sign the papers or leave.”

A young college student and his date looked very embarrassed. “I didn’t think you’d actually check,” he stammered. “Julie… my date… isn’t twenty-five yet.”

“Bring her back after her birthday,” Officer Dave said as he walked over to the table. He made a motion with his hands and then escorted the couple to the door. After a moment he said loudly, “Doors locked.”

The bartender almost immediately called out, “Sign’s off.”

A somewhat sultry voice from the back of the stage said, “Then it is time for the games to begin. Officer Dave, make the official announcement.”

The off-duty cop stepped up on stage and said, “Lady Lucille’s Bar and Grill will close shortly for the night. The After Hours Game Night Club has rented these facilities from midnight to three am. Before the bar closes you can place orders for drinks. You have to pay for them now, but you can schedule when they are to be picked up or brought to your table.”

He chuckled and the bartender piped up, “If for some reason you aren’t able to drink any of those drinks, you don’t get your money back because the bar is officially closed.”

Lady Lucille stepped forward and looked out at the crowd. “My staff will be setting things up as the bartender prepares for closing. You will be able to order food and snacks once Lady Lucille’s is closed, but NO liquor. The After Hours Game Night Club doesn’t have a liquor license.”

She always has to repeat that announcement for the benefit of first-timers. It isn’t because her voice is hard to hear. It’s because she stepped into the spotlights on the stage as she made the announcement, and her presence can overwhelm your mind the first time you see her. The blue spotlights made her ebony skin seem to glow. She was wearing a black, skin-tight, leather bustier top over a very short black leather miniskirt. Her legs were covered with thigh-high shiny black boots and her arms by black gloves that stretched well above her elbows. I’ve seen her many times and I still find myself holding my breath as I stare at that big, beautiful, black woman in the spotlight. She also has a hooded mask on with cute little cat ears built into it. I think that outfit is part of being Lady Lucille because the Snow White Lucille wore the same outfit in a larger size, but she carried a thin wooden cane rather than a long, black, shiny leather tawse.

“Our first game is a special trivia game with a $1,000 prize,” Lucille said in her sultry voice. That voice isn’t an act. I’ve met her on the street or seen her shopping at the grocery store and that is just the way she talks. It’s like she was born for this.

“If you get five answers correct,” she continued, “you win the money.” She chuckled and said, “But for every answer you get wrong, you lose an article of clothing.” She chuckled again and added, “If you run out of clothing, you get a swat with this.” She swung her tawse through the air and then added with a wicked smile, “… one swat for every question you got wrong. The game continues until someone wins or all of the contestants run out of clothes.”

A naked, very petite, very white young woman with mousey brown hair came running out onto the stage carrying a large jar. “This is my personal slave, trixie. You can look but don’t touch as she moves around the tables. If you touch, the bouncers kick you out. If you grope, I whip your ass and then the bouncers kick you out permanently.”

She glared at everyone for a moment and then reached into the jar. It costs twenty-five dollars to put your name in the jar. Normally there are a couple dozen names in there. trixie held the jar while Lucille pulled out three names.

The first name was Dorothy J. When Lucille opened the paper she said loudly, “We have a woman in our quiz tonight,” before calling out the name. The next name is Tyrone L. And the final name was Harry J.

Harry was sitting at the table with me. As he stood up he said somewhat loudly, “Hold my beer.” Then he walked up on stage smiling and waving to the crowd.

There were three tall bar stools sitting in the middle of the stage. They weren’t actually from the bar because they didn’t have backs and the seats were overly plush, padded, black leather.

Dorothy sat on stage left; Tyrone sat in the middle; and Harry sat on stage right. Dorothy was a just-past-college-aged blonde whose skin tone and eye color proclaimed that the blonde came out of a bottle. Tyrone was a thin, somewhat light-skinned black man who was possibly prematurely bald or maybe he just liked the shaved head look. He was wearing black jeans and a short-sleeved black t-shirt. His arms looked thin until he picked up his stool to move it slightly. Then the muscles stood out under his coffee-colored skin. Harry, well, was Harry. He is somewhere between fifty and infinity with a head of bushy brown and gray hair and skin deeply furrowed and wrinkled with life. He was wearing his usual outfit of faded blue jeans and a flannel shirt buttoned all the way up.

trixie scurried around handing each of them a push button, then she disappeared into the darkness at the back of the stage. Lady Lucille stood at a black podium at the front of the apron on stage right. She was more or less facing the three contestants as she asked, “Is everyone ready?”

After everyone nodded, she said, “Everyone please press your buzzer when I call your name.” Then she slowly said, “Dorothy… Tyrone… Harry…” As she called their names, a buzzer sounded and a white light appeared over their heads.

“We are ready to begin,” she said loudly. Then in a more serious tone she asked, “What is the only Major League Baseball team to have never won a pennant?”

Dorothy immediately buzzed in and then said confidently, “The Chicago Cubs.”

There was laughter from the crowd and Dorothy looked confused.

“The Cubs won the World Series in 1907, 1908, and 2016,” Lady Lucille said wearily. You lose a piece of clothing.” Then she added, “Shoes don’t count.”

trixie hustled out and set a basket in front of Dorothy who looked slightly confused, but then took off her blouse and dropped it in the basket. Beneath the blouse she was wearing a rather frilly white brasier that didn’t look like it was strong enough to hold up her 36C breasts. Dorothy looked young enough that maybe those boobs didn’t really need being held up.

“Anyone else want to try to answer the question?” Lady Lucille asked and Tyrone buzzed in.

“Milwaukee Brewers,” he said confidently.

“They’ve never won a World Series,” Lady Lucille said evenly, “but they won a Pennant in 1982.”

Tyrone shrugged and dropped his t-shirt into the basket trixie had placed in front of him.