Part 2 -- the Real Housewives of Sausalito Mississippi
Copyright© 2023 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 100: Ray-Ray Fontenot, 15, hidden cameras...
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 100: Ray-Ray Fontenot, 15, hidden cameras... - Warning: Do not try this at home! Kate Broussard, owner of the Miss Kitty’s strip club, has one more hurdle to clear in her campaign to sexualize Sausalito. The final barrier is to promote, and eventually normalize, incest. Specifically, mothers and sons. The cast of characters sweeps through multiple families and several generations. The once-unthinkable gradually becomes acceptable. Then Kate pushes things further. Then further. This sexual parody is not for the faint of heart. Lock and Load.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister
On Thursday, just before the New Orleans trip, Gigi and Ray-Ray Fontenot picked Carole up and drove her to the Royal Sonesta on Bourbon Street in the heart of the French Quarter. It was under an hour drive, but seemed like a different world compared to the isolation of Sausalito.
The strip joints looked a bit tawdry in the daylight. Gigi smiled wryly — “This is so lame compared to Miss Kitty’s.”
Ray-Ray, “How come?”
“Pasties and thongs. No on-stage sex.”
“Huh.”
Upstairs in the reserved suite, Gigi and Carole watched Ray-Ray install hidden cameras around the big bed in the master suite. Carole said, “I’ll have to make sure Naomi is in this room.”
Gigi, “Don’t sweat it, hon. If you don’t nail her this weekend, you’ll get her later.”
“But this is costing Kate so much money.”
“First of all, Kate can afford it. Look at all the pussy she has between Miss Kitty’s and Mary’s.”
“Oh.”
“But she’s not paying for it herself. That’s Eulalie Guidry — and this is just pocket change to that girl.”
“Good, now I feel better. Am I supposed to take these cameras with me when we check out?”
“No, don’t worry about it — I paid a maid. She’ll hold them for us.”
“How do the cameras work — are they always on?”
Ray-Ray, “I get the feed coming in back at Miss Kitty’s. I can turn ‘em on and off when I want. But yeah, when you’re awake, just figure you’re being filmed.”
On the drive back home, Carole re-realized how important the Son-Fucker Project was to Kate. She had sent not only her personal videographer to the hotel, but the mayor herself.
Did she feel guilty about the hidden cameras? Yeah, a little. But she was betting that Naomi would be happy, if not delighted, with the weekend. If it turned out to be a dud — well, there wouldn’t be any video to worry about.
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