Chapter 330: Rosie Robinson,27, Debut...

Rosie Robinson went up, on her own, to Darlene, “I’m ready.”

“I know you are, dear.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“For starters, I’ll have Danny Boy fuck you on stage.”

Rosie giggled, “Yes ma’am.”

Kate’s personal quest — the total conversion of a deeply pious church-going woman — was complete. It didn’t affect Kate’s bottom line; it wouldn’t be publicized in the media.

No, Kate had done it for her own satisfaction. Eulalie knew, of course. As did Darlene and Ray-Ray. But mostly, it had just been a minor goal — Kate had endured the religious wrath for years.

And now, one of their own would do whatever Kate wanted.

Kate didn’t count Linda Whitestone. That girl had been a sidebar bonus. She, like Kitty Arceneaux, had become too slutty, too fast. Linda was now drawing names and fucking customers.

No, it was Rosie Robinson that Kate and her team had targeted, groomed, and seduced. Sometimes the quiet triumphs were the sweetest.

One other aspect of Rosie’s conversion had been mental — emotional. If you asked her now who had been better friends, had been genuinely kinder to her — the contingent from her years of faithfully attending church, or Darlene’s girls — it wouldn’t even be a question.

The strippers and whores and waitresses who bared it all had become true friends. Staunch, stand-by-me allies. She trusted them with her life and loved them with her soul.

And Kate had found the seduction process to be fascinating. No coercion, no threats, no pressure. Just kindness and consideration.

Which would make for interesting choices in the future. Darlene would have more than one pathway to converting young girls and eager mothers.

The carrot-way had taken longer than the stick, But it had been a fun change of pace. Something for Darlene to keep in mind for futures.

Sometimes, within the laws of Unintended Consequences, there was a positive outcome. And that turned out to be the case with those Monday-afternoon Cum Cones. The gimmick sparked a trend — the Flavor of the Year ended up having legs.

Shelly Musson had two additional helpers in each of her four trucks. Thus, three kids-per-truck were passing out the free cones. The lines moved quickly.

There was no accurate way to measure the number of Cum Cone snowballers, but anecdotal evidence suggested the one-day movement had swept through the school system.

Darlene had Ray-Ray create a special Cum-Cone section for the Miss-Kitty website. Students from all over town posted hundreds of photos and film clips. Most depicted kids merely deep-kissing each other.

But there were dozens and dozens of clips showing beaming little girls holding out their cones as eager boys jacked off onto the shaved ice.