Chapter 142: Betty Aucoin, 38, Hard to Get...

Richie rose from the booth to greet Betty, polite as always. He didn’t smirk — he seemed genuinely glad to see her. She stood shyly in front of him — feeling a little awkward, a little nervous, a little excited.

He bent down and brushed her lips with his, “I’m glad you came, Mrs. AuCoin.”

“I wasn’t sure I would.” Liar.

She slid into the booth, and he sat down facing her. He smiled; she smiled back.

Yet another Cajun cutie came up to take their order. Tan all over, wearing just a pink CUNT thong. Richie knew her, knew she was 14, but she looked about 11 with her oval face and flat chest.

“Hi Richie.”

“Hey, Bev — this is Mrs. AuCoin. We’ll start with two frozen daiquiris.” He looked at Betty, “Banana okay?”

“Sure, fine.”

The waitress was still looking at him, “I get off at 4, me.” She brought her fist up to her mouth and mimed sucking a cock.

Betty hid her smile. Kids these days.

“That’s good to know, Bev — I’ll take a raincheck today, but I’ll be sure to call you.”

Betty wasn’t upset at the blatant invitation. Richie and Bev were about the same age, but Richie seemed so much more mature. Besides, she was the one he had invited to lunch.

As they sipped, Richie said, “I’m glad I have those pictures of you.”

“Me too. I mean, I’m glad I have ‘em too.”

“Ray-Ray will show me your video tomorrow.”

“Oh, I forgot all about that.” Liar.

Big smile, “I didn’t.”

“Um, Richie — those pictures ... uh, you’re not going to show them to anyone right?”

“Of course not, not unless you let me.” He shrugged, “I sent ‘em to Mama last night, but that’s all. We share everything.”

“Tommy told me you two are close.”

“Very.”

“Oh.” How close?

“Speaking of Tommy.”

“Yes?”

“I’d like to send him this one.” He showed her his favorite — a three-quarter profile of Betty standing by herself. It highlighted her good posture, her boobs, and a flattering angle of her face.

“Oh, Richie.”

“Yes?”

“I’m not naive. I know what you and Gigi are working on — the whole mother/son thing. But I really don’t want you to send it to Tommy.”

“Then I won’t.” Simple as that.

Bev brought their food. She had pulled her thong off to one side. She winked at him. Betty thought, No way I could compete with that. Then she glanced at Richie, _But I don’t have to. I’m the one he asked to lunch.

She found she was staring at the little girl’s pussy. When Bev left, she blurted out, “I went to Wendy’s this morning.” Then realized she sounded a little desperate and added, “You know, because that’s what Gigi wants.”

Richie gave her that killer smile, “Now you got me trying to imagine it.”

Betty blushed and giggled. Mission accomplished.

He looked at her thoughtfully, “I bet you have a picture of the new Mrs. AuCoin, right?”

Another giggle, “I might.”

Richie pulled out his cell and laid it on the table between their baskets of food. An invitation.

Betty scrolled through her cell, “I shouldn’t.”

He remained quiet, comfortable in the silence. And confident that she would send it. She glanced up at him — so handsome! Sighed and tapped, “There.”

She was standing in Wendy’s spa with her hands clasped behind her butt. A proud smile on her face. That good posture. Erect nipples and a completely bald pussy.

Richie looked from his cell up to her face. Back down, back up. He didn’t gush like an excited teenager. “Mrs AuCoin, you were beautiful and sexy yesterday.” He placed his index finger on her photo, “But this.” He just shook his head, not wanting to overplay it.

“I thought you might like it.”

He waffled his hand back and forth, “Eh.”

“Oh, you.”

He signaled for another round. This time Bev had lost the thong altogether. He smiled, “I have your number, honey.”

Richie turned back to Betty, “Give me a lift home?”

“What about your mother?” Oh great, Betty. Way to play hard to get.