Chapter 70: Carole Landry, 28, Marching Orders...

As Ray-Ray was gathering his equipment, Kate smiled at her stars, “Go take your showers, then come back up to see me.”

“Yes ma’am.” “Yes ma’am.”

When they came out of the dressing room showers, the three dancers, still nude, were leaning forward, applying makeup. They seemed so young to Carole.

They introduced themselves, lavishing praise, “Hi, Mrs. Landry, I’m Marnie — you were wonderful up there.”

“I’m Leslie, you rock!”

The youngest one seemed to be the boldest. She strutted right up to Richie, and patted his cock, “You’re so sexy — I’m Roxanne. Roxanne Rambeaux. You got a beautiful penis.”

Richie blinked, “Uh, thank you Roxanne — you’re sexy too.”

She nodded, “I know, but I wish I could suck cock like your mama.”

Upstairs, Kate looked closely at Carole, “How are you, dear?”

“I’m not sure. Let me sleep on it tonight — maybe I’ll have it sorted out by tomorrow.”

“Understood. Okay — money. Here’s $500 — I’ll pay you that every Saturday. This is in cash, but starting next week, you’ll be on the payroll and responsible for your own taxes.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Okay, now, you do understand your mission?”

“To encourage other moms to fool around with their sons.”

“Yes — and take a lesson from my mistake with Kitty. She went too far, too fast. It’s a delicate dance and I’d rather you guys go too slow than drive someone away.”

“Makes sense.”

“Now as disappointed as I am with Kitty, her instincts were spot on. She targeted you, Carole, as the most likely to tumble.”

“Should I be flattered or insulted?”

“Flattered because you and Richie are attractive, sexy, and intelligent enough to be candidates for me. The fact that it’s incest didn’t instantly repel you.”

“Okay. I guess.”

“Now here’s where the real money comes in. I’ll pay you $10,000 for every mother who fucks her son.”

“Not just a blowjob?”

“No, and here’s why. There are women out there who would suck their boys off for $5,000. In other words, you could partner up with them and split the money.”

Carole nodded thoughtfully, “You know, Kate, I get it. You’re offering serious money, and you want the real deal.”

“Exactly. Here’s a way to think about it — I want motherfucking to become as common as sucking cock. Now, I’m a realist and I know that will never happen. Or if it does, it’ll take generations.”

Carole nodded again, “But even if you get two or three,” she made air quotes, “Normal women to do it, that’s a start.”

“That’s a start. I have Kitty and Jared, but their main value will be as conversation-generators. Once I have them fucking in public, it will be impossible for folks not to talk about it.”

“Got it.”

“Next Monday, Slim or CC — probably CC — will take you guys down to the Bayou Bar and Bank. The owner, Sinéad Donahue, has arranged some live sex shows for you.”

“So the rumors are true —- mother and son?”

“Of course. Spend some time with the moms. Get them talking about themselves, their lives. They’ll tell you they’re doing it for the money, and that’s accurate. But get inside their heads and you should discover other reasons. Maybe boredom — it’s a hardscrabble life down there.