Chapter 279: CC Hebert, 15, chemistry...

Now that Darlene Pellerin was responsible for most of the available pussy in town, her influence grew stronger and stronger. And, not just among ambitious stage mothers and would-be dancers. She had a reputation for fairness, consistency, and decisiveness.

Two young mothers came to her separately with similar, and familiar, tales of woe. Both had been abandoned by feckless men — a husband and a live-in boyfriend. Neither woman was particularly conscientious about finances, and both had run up credit card debt.

They were ripe for exploitation, but as Darlene explained to Kate, “I have more pussy than I can use. And a waiting list to get on my waiting list.”

“What did you do with them, dear?”

“I advanced them enough cash to pay off Visa and MasterCard. Then I called Sausalito Savings and got their loans repackaged. Put the silly girls on a strict budget — they have to give me monthly updates.”

Kate smiled, “That’s it?”

“Oh I had ‘em do a masturbation video for our files. They both have young kids that I may have a use for down the road.”

Both girls had expected that Darlene would require more than just a video. And were prepared to deliver. But Darlene thought it more valuable to simply provide a kindness to them. A kindness that they would marvel at. And tell their friends about. Word would spread. Darlene was starting to build her power base in town.

Plus, she now had the two girls reporting to her once a month to show that they were sticking to the budgets that Darlene had given them.

Sometimes young housewives came to Darlene just to talk. To speak about their concerns — a straying boyfriend, a bratty son, a secret crush. Darlene, like Kate had done, always took the time to listen. To listen, to remember, to file information away. No telling what tidbit would prove useful down the road.

Sara Dumas was typical of the petitioners who made their way to Contrary Mary’s to seek Darlene’s counsel. Typical, yet unique at the same time.

The attractive 32-year-old housewife was both embarrassed and amused at the same time. She and Darlene were in the private room where Darlene interviewed potential waitresses and their mothers.

Sara was a little chubby, but didn’t obsess over it. She still looked good, and had an aura about her. An intangible sense of sexuality. Of fun, of enjoyment.

She explained to Darlene, “It’s a silly little problem in a way.” She looked off into the distance as she gathered her thoughts, “But it might become a big problem. Maybe. Someday.” She shrugged, “I’m just not sure. One friend says I’m over-worrying. Another says I should take Charle to a doctor.”

“How old is he?”

“He’s 14. Well, 14 and-a-half.”

Darlene smiled, “Hormones.”

“Yep. But see the thing is, he masturbates all the time. I mean, constantly.”

“How many times a day?”

“Oh gosh. Ten, twelve, fifteen?”

“Do you know what his fantasies are?”

Sara laughed, “Pussy. Pussy, pussy, pussy. Mine, my daughters, classmates, neighbors ... you name it.”

“How old are your daughters, hon?”

“Six and eight. I had to give them a door jamb — you know, for late at night.”

“What about with you?”

Shrug, “He’s a peeper. Shower, when I’m changing. Fortunately, he’s a deep sleeper, and doesn’t try to sneak In my bedroom late at night. But, yeah, he’s caught me a few times.”

“Porn?”

Sara sighed, “I try to monitor it, but I’m not sure — he’s pretty clever. I don’t mind the regular stuff, but there’s some pretty sick material out there.”

“Does Charlie go to the Saturday-morning shows at Miss Kitty’s?”

“I haven’t let him yet. I’m afraid he might explode if he saw live pussy right out in the open.”

Sausalito had come so far. What once had been controversial — naked moms having sex on stage — was now just part of the weekly routine.

“Well, I’ll talk with someone and get back to you.”

Sara stood, then turned back to Darlene, “Do you want me to ... I mean ... um, you an’ Ray-Ray usually...”

Darlene smiled, pleased that even a woman who wasn’t applying for a job, was willing to pose for her. “Sure, honey, show me what you got.”

Sara nodded, and pulled her tee up and off. Undid her bra saying, “I could lose a few pounds.”

Darlene hefted her largish breasts, “Still nice and firm.”

“Thank you.” Sara slid her panties down, “I thought about going to Wendy’s, but I wasn’t sure.”

“I may have you do that another time.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Darlene studied the young mother, Now that she was naked, sensuality seemed to pulse off of her. She was a little heavy, but sent off sultry, fuck-me signal without doing anything overt.

Sara stood there, comfortable under scrutiny. Darlene took a few snaps and a short video clip. “Very nice. I’ll get back to you about Charlie.”

“Thank you, so much.”

Darlene knew enough to take Sara’s concerns seriously. And, she knew enough to seek professional advice. She met with Amy Lejeune, a nurse practitioner with degrees from LSU.

“Chronic masturbation, if that’s what it really is, can be serious, Darlene. Or, he could be just a super-horny little boy going through a stage.”

“Sara told me that he was a late developer — puberty didn’t hit until a couple of months ago.”

“Well, let’s meet with the kid. If it seems serious, I’ll set him up to see Doctor Mouton at Sausalito General.”

The next morning, Darlene and Amy were in the nurse’s office at John Lee Hooker Middle School. A puzzled Charlie Dumas was called out of home room, and stood a little nervously in front of the two women. He glanced at the video camera, but didn’t comment.

Amy smiled warmly, “I have a note from your mother — she wants me to give you a quick physical.”

“She does?”

“Yep. Undress and step on that scale.”

“Undress?”

“Snap to, Charlie, we don’t have all morning.”

Blushing a little, he fumbled with the laces on his sneakers, but then stood there, a tentative smile on his face.

“Underpants too.”

“Oh.”

The boy thumbed the waistband, held his breath, then slid them down. Like his mother, he was a little chubby. Cute, nice looking, but with a little extra tummy-weight.

He was obviously still maturing — almost no pubic hair and a stubby little penis, maybe two-inches long.