Chapter 265: Chloé Bardot, 14, Finger...

One Sunday morning — early, before the after-church crowd began arriving at Contrary Mary’s — Darlene and Ray-Ray gathered all the waitresses in the break room, the private room.

Darlene said, “Strip, ladies — Ray-Ray’s gonna do a group shot for his online promotion.”

“Yes!”

“Alright!”

Darlene nodded at Rosie, “You too, hon.”

“Oh. Of course.”

Not blushing, and a little proud of the fact, Rosie joined 15 or 16 naked little girls as they paraded out of the back room, through the restaurant, out to the sunny deck in back.

The 30 or so customers were startled, but quickly cheered and clapped as the little procession strutted by.

The session didn’t feel innocent to Rosie — in fact, she felt a little shiver of naughtiness. But she was far from embarrassed. The little girls looked sensational — they’d been hired primarily for their looks. But even as old as Rosie was at 27, she felt that she more than held her own.

The patrons all gathered to watch the shoot, and Rosie felt surprisingly comfortable. A pussy wedge in a dark room, late at night, was one thing. But this — stark naked in the sunlight — well, why not?

She stood between Chloé Bardot and Lisa Petrie, her arms around their shoulders. Rosie felt Chloé’s tiny hand on her butt, then, from behind, her finger tapped Rosie’s pussy gently.

This time, Rosie did blush. But she also inched her feet a little further apart. Chloé slid her finger in — just to the second knuckle, but still. Rosie cleared her throat. Chloé wiggled her finger twice.

Rosie hesitated, then flexed back — twice.

Chloé smiled to herself.

Ray-Ray posed all of them — standing, sitting, leaning back against the fence. Nothing blatant, no beaver shots. It was sexy and rather innocent at the same time.

Back in their private room, the little girls pulled on thongs or skirts. Skimpy tops. And, it was back to work. Chloé — so much deviltry in such a petite package — winked at Rosie and sucked her middle finger. Rosie had to giggle.