Chapter 132: Gigi Fontenot, 36, Judicial Robe...

Shannon Trudeau printed the new City Council Resolution on the front page of the Chronicle. Not because it was passed unanimously, although it was. Not because it was newsworthy, although it certainly was that too.

No, Shannon placed it above the fold because it was a cornerstone in promoting Eulalie’s Son-Fucker Project.

“Whereas Sausalito, Mississippi is an All-American town; whereas Sausalito, Mississippi is a trend-setting town; whereas Sausalito, Mississippi is a leader in fact-based operations, we the City Council of the City hereby declare that a special census shall be undertaken to determine the number of Son-Fucking mothers who reside within the city limits.”

Eulalie told Kate, “You’ll have some fun with this one.”

The reaction in town ran the gamut from outrage (Pulpit Division) to amusement to keen interest to ‘How will they even conduct the survey?’

The short-term goal was to interview 100 local mothers. That would be more than enough to set the town abuzz. The subject of son-fuckers would be front and center in most minds.

The longer-range strategy was to conduct actual interviews — just like at Miss Kitty’s, Contrary Mary’s, and with the Motel Girls. But instead of volunteers eager to get in Kate’s good graces, these 100 would mostly be regular housewives. Who would be served an official ‘Warrant to Appear’.

It was all shuck and jive, but it recharged the town’s dialogue.

Kate started with low-hanging fruit — women who would be delighted to ‘testify’. Carole Landry was the first. She was followed by Naomi Monroe, Sara Pellerin, Kim Mouton, Rhonda O’Malley.

Those four were women who had come into Carole’s orbit and were currently having a lively time. And, involved to one degree or another, with their sons. Either physically or at least in the consideration mode. Since Kitty Arceneaux had already fucked her son in public, interviewing her would be of no value.

Each ‘warrant’ to the other 95 girls would be delivered by one of Rémy’s officers in his or her full-dress uniform. A signature of receipt would be required. And each mother was told, “Darlene Pellerin will call to set up a convenient time.”

Initial amusement began to turn to — “Huh. This sounds kind of official.”

The charade was furthered by the location — each interview took place in City Hall — in the Mayor’s private office. Gigi Fontenot would wear a black judge’s robe for no other reason than it lent an air of legitimacy to the proceedings.

Ray-Ray posted the interviews with Carole and associates on the official City Council website. The fact that each of the women was in the nude caused an initial stir. But then, every interview under Kate’s purview was conducted in the nude. What would have been shocking a few years back, now seemed almost normal. Almost.

Those video clips were watched avidly. And even though pussy was on full display, the interviews were civilized, almost stately. Gigi read from an official form, and checked off boxes.

Name and address, contact numbers. Drivers license or other government ID.

Everyone answered “No” to the first question, “Are you currently fucking your son, ___” (Fill in the name of the boy.)

Naomi fudged that question.

Then, “Have you ever fucked him?”

“No.”

A few general questions — what grade is he in? Extracurricular activities? Girlfriends?

Then, “Have you ever sucked him off?”

“No.” Carole and Naomi lied.

“Have you ever jacked him off?”

By prearrangement, all five girls answered, “Yes.”

That would set tongues wagging.

The interviews were short — 5 or 6 minutes. Madam Mayor thanked each one graciously on camera, and that was it.

Not bad — that was the town consensus. And also, interesting. Fascinating, really.

Of course what the other 95 women didn’t know was how much background information Rémy and Kate had on them. Quite a few had been to Miss Kitty’s on Ladies Night, or just on a regular weekend. And were on tape, feeling up pussies. A few were filmed in a Blowjob-Room visit where one of Kate’s dancers licked them.

Others were having, or had had, extramarital affairs.

The interviews with the 95 would become deeply personal. And Kate would have everything on tape for Ray-Ray’s library. Leverage.

Ain’t no secrets, Sausalito.