Chapter 93: Naomi Monroe, 30, Autographs...

Carole and Naomi walked into Miss Kitty’s at 8 in the morning. A cleanup crew was vacuuming and dusting and polishing but the joint wouldn’t open for a couple of hours.

Naomi asked for the third time, “Why did she call me?”

“We’ll find out.”

Kate met them downstairs in the entranceway. She led them through the audience area, around the empty stage — which Naomi stared at — and into the lavish dressing room. Carole smiled to herself — she had fond memories of the first, and so far only, time she had sucked Richie off. She still hadn’t worked up the nerve to show the video to Naomi.

Who was clearly impressed at the mirrored walls in the lavish dressing room, “Oh my.”

“Strip, ladies. I want to see my respectable girls in the flesh.”

Naomi hesitated for just a moment, then followed Carole’s lead. Kate nodded in approval, “I like the contrast — white and tan.”

Naomi stared at herself in the mirror. Her backside was reflected from the opposite wall. This was her first meeting with Kate, and she was already falling under her sway. But Naomi’s first impression was how good she looked.

She wasn’t quite in Carole’s class of sexiness, but she was right up there. She loved the way her blonde heart pointed right to her full pussy lips.

Kate led them back to the main arena — leaving their clothes behind. Which was a psychological as well as physical move. Somewhere deep down Naomi felt more naked the further she traveled.

Kate sat the girls down in two chairs facing the stage. A stack of photographs was resting on a table between them. Naomi picked one up — it was a still taken from her masturbation video at the Bayou Bar.

It captured Naomi at the exact moment of orgasm. It was almost like an oil portrait — there she was, pale white, flushed with passion, thighs spread, finger in her pussy.

But her lovely face, made even more beautiful by the tension of her climax, was the most striking feature. The eye was drawn to her violet-colored eyes and open mouth.

Naomi said, “Oh my.” She was blushing in pleasure, and her nipples were rock hard.

Kate pressed a remote, and a large flatscreen descended from the ceiling. She pressed another button and Ray-Ray’s 30-second masturbation video ran — in full color and on the largest screen Naomi had ever seen. She and Carole stared up in wonder. Naomi was, literally, larger than life.

Kate clicked, and the screen went dark. She smiled at Carole, ‘Is she moist?”

For the first time, Carole reached down and touched her best friend intimately. Naomi, almost in a daze from the video, inched her thighs apart as Carole eased her middle finger in. She smiled brightly at Kate, “Yes. Definitely.”’

Naomi squeezed her pussy twice before Carole removed her finger. Carole interpreted it as a friendly girlfriend-gesture.

Kate smiled at Naomi, “Here’s what we’re gonna do this coming Saturday. The first show starts at 8. I open the doors a few minutes early — gives the boys time to undress and get settled.”

“Uh, okay.”

“You’re going to be here — sitting right where you are at 7:30. Before I let the hordes in.”

“I am?”

“Yep. Because I’m inviting 10 boys to show up early for a special treat. They’re going to watch your video — it’s only 30 seconds. And then you’re going to autograph these photos for them.”

Naomi took a moment. She looked at the stack of pictures, up to the screen, back to the photos.

“I’ll do it.”

“Of course you will. Now sign this — it’s a standard model release. No money is involved — you’re just giving me permission to distribute your image.”

Naomi was smiling as she signed with a flourish.

The autograph session had been Carole’s idea, and she didn’t want there to be any confusion on Naomi’s part. She said, “Kate, will Randy be here too?”

“Of course — that makes the scene even hotter.”

“And will all the boys be naked?”

“Carole, do you even have to ask?”