Spring Cleaning at Milkmen's | Spring has Sprung

This was the least favorite time of the year for Toro and he dreaded cleaning out the basement of Milkmen’s as he sorted through frayed harnesses, broken poles, old props from past shows, and outfits that had gotten ripped when some Moos got too handsy with some of the dancers. He was wading through it to see broken BDSM equipment. “Someone has some explaining to do.” He ran a hand up and down a St. Andrew’s Cross, seeing it was still in good condition. A few other BDSM furniture was down there that Toro considered putting in the rotation in the kinkier rooms.

Toro had a system with some sticky notes for the larger furniture on what he wanted to keep and haul back upstairs or to trash and/ or donate once it had been properly sanitized. Maybe selling them to put money back into the club would benefit everyone in the long run. The barkeep was saying how to set up needed to be updated, the rooms some modernization in some. A backup fund for employees if something were to happen. Maybe sorting all of this had its benefits. That was until he nearly avoided being crushed from a box of old bottles.

“Speaking of bottles, where is Soda?” He asked himself, shifting the glass bottle box onto the cement floors, searching for his little friend. They had their offering in Cybele’s Garden, he had enjoyed the little Moo being around, granted, he always tried to keep her when he was around, but the little Moo managed to do her way. Chuckling, he shoved some outfits, a majority a revealing type and clean lingerie he had found that suited her. Just as he was going to wade through the mess, he heard the basement door open and let in the light from upstairs.

“Toro? I'm here!” Soda had called from the top of the stairs and just as Toro was going to let out a warm welcome until he heard another voice ask a question, “how exactly do you know this guy?” Toro stiffened when he heard another masculine voice, ears twitching as his time spent with Soda was now going to be split with someone else. Turning the corner, he caught them both on the stairs. There was Soda as she was frozen before throwing her little body as him in a hug. “Toro!” She gleefully squealed as he caught her and pulled her tight to his chest, his heart racing in relief that she didn't fall.

The other Moo in question was brown and white with black tattoos from what he could see that wasn't covered in clothing. Toro studied him while Soda gushed about what she had been up to in his chest, wondering why he was here when the invitation hadn't been extended to him, but then again, having another strong Moo to help him move furniture upstairs would be a plus. He gave him a nod before smiling gently as he pulled Soda away from his chest as he led her off the stairs.

“I'm glad to see you are doing good, sugar. Think some introductions are in order, who is your friend?” He nodded towards the brown Moo. That snapped Soda out of it as her eyes widened. “Oh! This is Mako! I told some of my friends that I was going to help you here and they suggested I meet Mako. I just met Mako today!” She smiled and turned to Mako, “Mako, this is my friend Toro! We met in Cybele’s Garden!” That got his attention as he gave a raised eyebrow to Toro.

Toro offered a grin and a hand towards Mako, which he took as they shook. “Sorry for the mess down here. The basement has become a catch all for those that work here.” He let go of Mako’s hand. “If anything catches your eye, let me know. I'll offer you a deal on the furniture. Find any outfits that are cleaned and haven't been used, find a box and put them in there, it'll be a thank you for helping me. But you can see I've already got some of the garbage collected.” He gestured towards the piles of bags around him.

“We’ll be heading further towards the back.” He gestured to follow them, Soda gushing about the different outfit from the racks and questioning the furniture. They finally reached the wall that had a three paneled mirror along with more racks of clothing. Toro already had a box of clothes that he thought were cutesy… but sometimes a man's perspective on cuteness was different from a woman’s. While Toro was showing her his finds, Mako was going through the racks. “Is it alright to try them on before we take them home?” He asked, testing the texture of one of them.

“Yeah, there is an area behind the heart shaped bed board that was some painter’s tarps for some privacy.” Toro was about to say something else before Soda squealed happily and took the outfits she chose to try on the little makeshift area, leaving Toro and Mako alone. Deciding to join in on the fun, having a break from doing the heavy moving and sorting the basement, he found one his old cowboy costumes, hat included. Another outfit was just a loincloth with a gold sheriff’s star smack dab in the middle, giving the illusion it was part of the outfit.

Mako, noticing his choices, had some clothes in his arms as well. Before Soda could come out, Toro had to ask him. “Want to give Soda a show when she comes out?” Giving a slight smirk as Soda came out to show her light pink kimono silk robe… that hung off her adorably where she had to wrap the belt a few times to achieve the look. The flowers were beautiful and the robe drug a little on the cement floor. “What do you think? I wasn't expecting to find anything like this down here.”

Toro coughed, “yeah, that was a special not too long ago.” Changing the subject as he nudged Mako, “but we thought we asked to show the little lady a fashion show of our own.” Soda finally noticed the pile of clothing in their arms, nodding enthusiastically as she sat on a cushion. “Show me what you found!” She wiggled in her seat as the both went to the area… which was a tight squeeze for the both of them, but somehow managed. He was surprised that Mako knew the firemen’s outfit was a rip away outfit. “This isn't my first time in a place like this. Nice selection you have here. Any reason on why you are offering these?”

Mako was pulling up the straps of the fireman’s outfit while putting on the faux jean shorts with spurs on the back of his hocks. “Just accumulated a lot of things over the past few years since the opening. Got lazy with rotating the furniture and costumes as I found the rhythm for the club. So, I gave everyone the day off today while I sorted through it all… realizing I should have kept a couple of the dancers for heavy lifting.” He chuckled embarrassingly as he plopped the cowboy hat on his head.

“But you invited Soda?” Mako asked, confused on how such a little Moo could help him. “That I did, when we had ladies night, we had promotional items like that robe she is wearing to bring in new customers when I opened. Of course the size she has on was probably for a large male, but she makes it work. I was thinking a few free things could help her with her modeling portfolio.” Mako, placing the fireman’s helmet on his head, nodded towards the makeshift curtains. “Ready?”

They both flourished the painter's tarps, alerting Soda of their presence as they both modeled off their outfits. Arms exposed, Toro’s were thick and covered in scars while Mako’s were covered in black ink along with his chest. They walked side by side, their steps exaggerated as they swaggered over to Soda, her face flushing as her eyes kept darting between Toro and Mako, trying to keep up as they eventually stopped in front of her, tossing in a few suggestive moves. Toro reached for the top jean shorts, making sure was watching before the sound of velcro ripped in the air.

Soda squealed as she saw the sheriff's star in the middle of his loincloth as he tossed the shorts aside. “Them calves of yours look like they need a ropin’ little lady. Let me be of assistance.” Gently grabbing her wrists, he twirled her until she was sitting on his lap on the cushion she was just on, his hands spreading her knees as he heard her breath hitch. “Didn't expect a show did you?” Toro whispered in her ears, Soda shivering in delight as they both watched Mako’s performance. He scooted her back until she nestled right up on that third horn.

Toro had to admit, he was amazed by Mako’s dancing. Either Toro would have to ask him to join his club or go see a performance of Mako’s. Speaking of the brown Moo, he did a little tease before ripping his fireman’s outfit off and throwing on top of Toro’s cowboy outfit. His loincloth was leopard print, causing Toro to chuckle. He could never pull it off, but it worked for Mako. He swayed as he knelt in front of Soda, asking her, “can I put you out? Because you are smoking.”

The line was cheesy, but it worked and it was true. If that flush on her face is an indicator, it surpassed the light pink of the robe she wore. They were going to have to give her some water if they kept tormenting her. Just as Mako was making his next move, a voice called from upstairs. “Hey boss? Someone is here for that tantra lounge chair. They want to ask you a few questions about it.” Toro sighed as the magic of the moment was gone as he softly removed Soda from his lap. “Sorry there guys, got carried away. Feel free to keep trying on outfits.”

As he left them, stopped and took a couple of steps back, “actually Mako, I may need your help getting that chair up the stairs. Thanks!” Toro told him as he made it up the stairs, trying to get his growing erection down before speaking to the potential buyer of the chair.