Chapter 191: Mary Patout, 38, Tongue...

The four Sexiest Moms showed up at Contrary Mary’s 10 to 15 minutes early. Darlene led them into the private room, “Okay, ladies, strip.”

No hesitation.

“Just look at yourselves — you are stunning. Magnificent.”

Ray-Ray was filming.

Darlene spoke from the script that Kate had given her, “Alright, girls, here’s what you’re gonna be doing. You represent the peak — the pinnacle — of what sexy moms can be.”

She pointed to a chair, “Leslie, put your foot on the seat.”

Instant compliance.

“Girls, what are you looking at?”

Giggles and laughter, “Pussy!”

“Exactly right.” Darlene walked down the line, caressing each one for a couple of moments. “And pussy is what will be on display once you walk out into that room.”

Mamie Bassinet raised her hand, “No thongs?” Curiosity, not concern.

“Mamie, Sausalito wants to see you just exactly as you were on the John Lee Hooker stage.”

“Acourse, acourse.”

“I want you little girls to strut out there — you’re beautiful, you’re sexy, you’re pussy-forward.”

Sylvie Baronne said, “Pussy-forward?”

“You have a beautiful little cunt, Sylvie. You all do. You wouldn’t be where you are tonight if you didn’t. Now sure, my customers will be checking you out. Your face, how you do your hair. Your tits. Your butt and your legs. But what will every man, woman, boy, and girl be most interested in?”

“PUSSY!”

“That’s right. I want you sexy little girls to walk with your pussy in mind. Show it off like Leslie just did. Later tonight, around 10 when the drinks are flowing, feel each other up a little.”

Chrissy Bardot frowned, “What’s a little?” Wanting to understand, wanting to get it right.

Darlene reached down and slowly inserted her middle finger. When it was all the way in, she said, “Not this.” She wiggled her finger around, making Chrissy giggle, “No matter how good it feels.”

Darlene reached over to Sylvie and lightly caressed her outer lips, “Like this.”

Everyone nodded. Then she said, “If your friend is moist, a little clit-action is fine.” Sylvie went, “Hmm.”

“But right now — hands to yourself. I have a lot of families out there, so you’re just eye candy for the first couple of hours. Walk around, take your time. Flirt with the kids.”

Sylvie, liking the phrase, said, “Pussy-forward.”

The girls, “Yes!”

Darlene, “Now you won’t have to take orders, serve food, or anything like that. Your job is to represent sexy motherhood. You show this crowd that being a mom is more than wearing an apron and checking homework. The Sexiest Moms in Town want to be fucked. You need to be fucked. You are PUSSY!”

“YES!”

“Remember, as the night gets later, my customers get bolder. They know they can feel up my little waitresses, and they’ll expect the same from you.”

“Acourse.”

“I have most of ‘em pretty well trained — they know they aren’t allowed to finger-fuck you. But if a guy, or a gal, tries to — well, just use your best judgement. If it feels good to you, fine. If not, just push their hand away.”

Leslie, wanting to be sure she understood, caressed herself, “So it’s available to everyone?”

“To everyone. But if it’s a kid, only if his mom is right there. Or her mom. Okay, girls, showtime!”

Darlene walked out, went up to the little stage in the corner. The band wouldn’t arrive until 10 or so. She took the mic, “Ladies and Gentlemen — Contrary Mary’s has a special Monday night treat for you. Please welcome the Sexiest Moms in Town!”