Part 2 -- the Real Housewives of Sausalito Mississippi
Copyright© 2023 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 271: Rosie Robinson, 27, Cum Jars...
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 271: Rosie Robinson, 27, Cum Jars... - 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
Surprisingly, it happened during the relatively tame luncheon show at Miss Kitty’s. Rosie was now fully comfortable in heels, and knew most of the regulars by name. She worked the room slowly, flirting with this table and that one.
When one of the elderly gents tucked a one-dollar bill in her garter, she paused to let him pat or caress her butt.
Jolene Horton, a veteran dancer, was filling in for a girl who had a bad cold. Jolene usually worked the late shows. This morning, when her number ended to polite applause, she came off the stage, and made a drinking motion with her hand. Rosie brought her an icy-cold Dixie.
“Thanks, hon.”
“You’re welcome.”
The two girls, in bras and thongs, visited easily in front of the lazy midday crowd.
“I started here as a waitress.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that, Jolene.”
“Yeah, my son came here every Friday, payday, and I didn’t want him to see me up on the stage. But Kate worked my schedule so I could pole-dance.” She winked, “An’ Gigi taught me how to eat pussy.”
“Oh, that was sweet.”
“Yep. My take-home more than doubled. Plus, I love all the attention.” She giggled, “I get paid to cum, that’s how I look at it.”
Rosie laughed, “Well, a lot of my money comes from the Cum Jars.”
“Sisters.”
They fist-bumped.
Just then, Evelyn cued up Katy Perry. As she got into the “I kissed a girl’ chorus, one of the regulars shouted out, “Hey, Rosie!”
She turned to him, curious. He cupped a hand behind his ear, and, as she listened, the lyrics sunk in. Rosie giggled and looked shyly at Jolene. Who, took her in her arms as the men cheered.
Jolene was only the second person Rosie had kissed in her life. As their tongues met, Rosie flashed on Chloé for just a second, but was soon lost in Jolene’s embrace.
The veteran dancer moaned softly, “Hmm,” and caressed Rosie’s butt. Rosie instinctively followed suit. Then she felt Jolene’s hands sliding up. Unclasping her bra. Rosie leaned back so that it fell to the floor.
Rosie felt a mild sexual arousal, but was more stimulated by the idea — she thought, “I’m kissing a girl!”
Jolene broke the kiss and began licking Rosie’s nipples. The surprised crowd roared its approval. Then the song ended. Jolene pecked Rosie on the lips, and handed her bra back.
Rosie worked the rest of her shift with a little smile on her face. “I kissed a girl.”
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