Chapter 4

My recently passed Herman’s relative kept pestering me for jobs and money because I was sitting pretty on cash flow from my Casino, the forty room motel and the funeral parlor business I had inherited according to my deceased husband’s will.

Most of that litter was ugly if they were females and a mite bit slow if they were males. One thing was for certain they were all a bunch of back-stabbers from the get-go.

I also opened up a dance studio of sorts that I used to train my current crop of pole dancers looking to earn some walking around money by swinging around the pole wearing only a single garter for the cash and their six inch heels to make their asses look nice and perky when they walked or bent over in front of the paying customers. I suspected we were so successful because we were the only “Titty Bar” that featured topless and bottomless girls all the time as part of our entertainment. The only thing I insisted on was that no copulation would take place on the premises due to a promise I made to the sheriff in a moment of weakness being properly chastised over his uniformed knee with my ass being the center of attention at the time. Actually, that turned out to be a lucrative result because with my forty room motel next door those motel room doors were swinging open and shut almost every hour with new customers to liven up the place.

The dance studio turned out to be a loser with the group study classes but the middle-aged generation was hot to trot to get a young trainer of the opposite sex teaching them the ins and outs of body to body contact the old fashioned way. I noticed that none of the females there for classes wore any girdles or corsets an in many cases they wore nothing at all under their thin summer frocks so they could get the full effect of masculine guidance in the complicated dance steps. The men allowed their hands to fall down to the young dance trainer’s backsides as if by magical gravity or a magnetic attraction of fresh young rump eager to teach their charges that nothing ventured was nothing gained on the dance floor.

I had set up a series of private training rooms for the one on one sessions and left them to their own devices but cautioned the girls about using common sense with condoms and cleanliness so the cleaning crew did not become a source of rumor about the heated confrontations in the small rooms with limited space to move around but they were soundproof and private and that seemed the best way to make quick progress in reaching a happy ending in almost every dance style. I had the room next to my office set up with a CCTV cam recorder to monitor some of my friskier female dance instructors that were inclined to use their assets to inspire their client instead of hard work and dedication to duty.

One of my dance instructors was a Puerto Rican teenager with a body that would tempt a Saint and she never hesitated to let her boobs and her ass do all the inspiring she needed to get her point of instruction across to the client. I used to time her and found out that she was generally taking it up the ass before they reached the midway point of the fifty minute session. That girl was loose as a goose with her pretty flanks and I knew she would always clean up the scene with her tongue doing all the heavy lifting when all was said and done.

She was probably the most popular of my instructors because the word was passed around to all the male students that if you wanted to get your knob polished with no added charge to ask for Lola at the front desk.

A couple of my girls were mountain beauties.

They were mostly on the skinny side but that was due to the chores at home and a passel of uncles and older brothers that gave them all the training they needed to meet the requirements of the hard cruel world on the outside. The oldest one was nineteen and she went by the name of Candy. I thought that was sort of amusing because that girl only had sex on the brain and she thought that giving it up was part of her regular routine of teaching the dance steps to the lonely men she tended each and every night. There was nothing sweet about that girl and that’s a fact you can take to the bank every time.

The other one was only just eighteen and she was a distant cousin of mine and we had a mutual love interest in some of our other male relatives that thought a little incest was just adding spice to the art of love-making in the light of the moon on a hot summer night.

I remembered my uncle Jethro used to hump me doggie style and brag the whole time how tight my cousin Amy was in both her front and rear openings that he thought she was a virgin even after doing her several times just to keep in practice for a real date with a non-related girl or even a city girl with a yen for being taken hard and fast in the mountain style of courting in the nocturnal hours.

It was easy for me to convince Amy to join me at the funeral parlor and try out the consoling business with the widowers still in shock over losing their spouses at an early age for some dread disease or an accident that hit the risk-takers a lot heavier than the town folk that liked to live a life of comfort and boredom never changing their safe routines for love or money.

Even now, I had Amy on her knees in between my legs using her educated tongue to get me to cut her into a larger commission on selling a full funeral package to all grieving widowers with an empty bed at home. She hit my G-spot with skilled technique and I was forced to cover her face with my sticky residue a lot sooner than I had planned because I was finding her face looking up at me to be so appealing that I could feel the tingles right down in my toes like I was back in high school tending the jocks with me on my knees and loving it every single moment.

Both Candy and Amy were the type of girls that were basically submissive but yet demanding and high maintenance when you really came down to the nuts and bolts of it after they pulled down their panties and bent over to please a man.

Candy was more blatantly open about it and she would come right out and tell a guy she needed a diamond ring before she would let him use her ass as a parking garage for his primed for trouble dick. On the other hand, Amy would just hint around the corners of what she wanted and hoped that the guy would finally get the message and deliver the goods before she would spread her legs on regular basis for his pleasure.