Chapter 82: Connie Aucoin, 53, Great-Grandmother...

“Hi Joe-Joe.”

“Hey, Mrs. Landry — looking good.”

“This is my friend, Mrs. Monroe.”

“Hi — I know Randy — we have history. He’s talks funny, but he’s okay.”

Carole paid him the standard five bucks for a roundtrip, and they were off. She hadn’t mentioned to Naomi that most of the viewers would be naked, but she wasn’t worried — she would bet that her friend would strip right along with her.

The heat was still brutal, but not quite as bad as when Slim had taken her and Richie to that first show. Naomi gasped at all of the naked women and children, “So, it’s true.”

“Yep.”

Carole pulled off her tee and stepped out of her panties. Joe-Joe whistled. Naomi hesitated just for a moment, then followed suit, her cheeks only partially pink. Her white skin shone in the bright sunshine. Her nipples were already erect.

Joe-Joe gaped, “I never seen a blonde pussy, me.”

Naomi pretended to be insulted, “Do not use that language with me.”

“Oh, sorry, Mrs. Monroe.”

Naomi turned to Carole, “Will I be the only blonde cunt in the bayous?”

Carole laughed. Joe-Joe giggled.

Sinéad Donahue — apparently the only one wearing clothes — hugged Carole, “Ah, tis good to see ye. Class the joint up, do ye not.”

She held out her hand to Naomi, “I’ll be showing this one off, will I not? Most of the laddies have never seen a true blonde down here.”

Naomi laughed, “I’m at your disposal.”

“Carole, it was Slim herself who called me. She said your girlfriend would be wanting to pose with our stars this fine afternoon.”

Carole realized that Slim had not only organized the sex show, but had thought up a way to involve Naomi. Slim had realized the woman was Carole’s target the instant she had called about the Bayou Bar.

She smiled at Naomi, “I’ll pose if you’ll pose.”

“Lead on, McDuff.”

“Not sure who that is, McMuff.”

Next, Sinéad was filming Naomi as she stood between Charlotte and Charlie — the 30-year-old son. They had their arms around her shoulders, and she had her hands on their butts.

Sinéad smiled at the woman, “Tell our guests about your other boys.”

“Oh sure.” She looked at Naomi, “See, I got me three other boys at home.” She grinned, “They real peppy, my younger ones — always wanting pussy.”

Naomi, “I understand — I got a horny one at home myself.”

“It’s no problem — I mean I’m home, they want pussy.” She reached down and squeezed Charlie, “But this one’s my favorite — them boys understand he gets me first. They all gotta wait their turn.”

“Sure.” Naomi was curious, “Uh, one right after the other? Or do they let you rest between ... between fucks?”

Charlotte laughed, “Rest? When they want pussy...” She giggled, “When one boy cums ... well, he barely has time to pull out before the next one jams it in.”

Charlie smiled fondly and nodded.

Charlotte, “You fucking your boy yet?”

Carole kept a straight face as Naomi blushed, “Uh, no. Not yet — I mean, no.”

“Well, city girls is different.”

That conversation was immediately followed by Amelia and Tee-Bob Benoit. More photographs. Carole helpfully informed her friend, “They’re the same age as you and Randy.”