Chapter 320: Cherry Devereaux, 36, Voyeur...

Saturday morning. Darlene met Charity Devereaux at the front door at Miss Kitty’s. “Come on in — we’re meeting in Kate’s office.”

As they walked past the stage, Cherry smiled. Chris and about 50 other boys would soon be there for the weekly show. Upstairs, Cherry was surprised to see not only Kate, Karisha, and Slim as well. Slim winked at her; Cherry blushed.

Kate went right to it, “Cherry, you’re not just photogenic, you’re telegenic. You are poetry in motion — your still shots are fine, but the film clips are on another level. Everyone who sees you will want to fuck you.”

“Thank you, so kind.”

Karisha, “I want you to have a more prominent role in the film.”

“Oh.”

Kate stood and smiled at Cherry, “I have a meeting — some boring banking stuff. Darlene is in charge of the project — from the Sausalito side. She’s working directly with Karisha to bring this in on time for the festivals.”

As Kate was leaving, Cherry could hear the music starting up downstairs — showtime.

Darlene, “I watched your fuck-tapes with Ray-Ray — you are smoking hot, girl.”

“Why, thank you.”

Karisha, “I’m adding a segment to the film — here at Miss Kitty’s since it’s been the nexus of so much sexual evolution in town.”

“Oh?”:

“I’m intrigued with all those naked boys — well, more with Sausalito’s acceptance of group masturbation.”

Darlene nodded, “Kate pointed it out to me — all those mothers knowing what’s going on. And approving of it — that’s more shocking than the live sex the boys are watching.”

Cherry said, “Huh, I hadn’t thought of it that way. By the time Chrissy turned 14 ... it was sort of a done deal. All his little pals — well, I just started slipping him ten bucks every week.”

Karisha, “And that’s one of the things I’m going to capture — maternal approval. To that end, I’m going to film you and maybe five or six other girls strutting your stuff for the Saturday Boys.”

Cherry immediately thought, “Christian,” but said, “Strutting our stuff?”

Slim smiled, “Darlene won’t be having you lick pussy — I’m saving you for myself.”

Cherry blushed — a little embarrassment, a lot of pride.

Slim held her hand and led her over to Kate’s one-way mirror — a window looking down at the action. Slim squeezed her hand, “I spy two cute little boys.”

Cherry stared down. Two dancers were just starting their routine —- everything was still covered. And there were over 50 naked boys stroking themselves. But what Slim mentioned, what Cherry couldn’t stop staring at — Chris and CC, standing in profile, naked and erect.

Cherry did an automatic size comparison — Chris wasn’t quite as well-hung as CC, but he was larger than a lot of the other boys. Slim read her mind, “Chris and CC are the two sexiest ones down there.”

Cherry’s head wasn’t spinning, even though things were coming at her rapidly. A larger role in the movie. Darlene and Karisha wanting her on that very stage. She was looking down at her naked son. CC had his arm casually draped around Chris’s shoulders. The boys glanced up at the stage occasionally, but were deep in some kind of conversation.

Cherry hadn’t realized that they even knew each other. CC was not only not part of her son’s little circle-jerk group, he had never been to her house.

Cherry suddenly realized that probably CC was befriending Chris because of her. Because everyone wanted Charity Devereaux in that movie. Cherry told herself to be fair — she wanted it too. And in that instant, she realized that she was going to do it — she would indeed, ‘strut her stuff’ for the Saturday Boys.

Including Chris. And Tee-Willy and Bradley. And the other sons of her friends and neighbors.

Oh my.