Chapter 11: After Ray-Ray and Danny...

After Ray-Ray and Danny had left for school, Denise stopped by Miss Kitty’s to see Kate. Ostensibly to ask her what time should she show up to work the second set this Friday night. But really, she had another purpose in mind.

It was shortly after noon, and the lunchtime crowd was a little larger than usual — maybe 30 men plus four giggly girls — cashiers at the Piggly Wiggly. The two dancers were already topless, bumping and grinding lazily, feeling each other up from time to time.

Denise waved to them and climbed the stairs to Kate’s office. They visited for a few minutes; Kate complimented her again on her Saturday show. Then Denise got to it, “Um, Danny Boy asked me if he could sneak in this Friday? Watch me dance?”

Kate sized up the situation instantly; her mind flashed to Marie, who would like the idea. She frowned, “I could lose my license.” Fat chance, not with Rémy as police chief.

“Well, I tole him I’d ask. But not to get his hopes up.”

“Let me think a moment, Denise. Let’s see ... you were so hot on Saturday ... maybe, just maybe ... I’ll tell you what. I’ll take a chance if you’ll take a chance.”

Denise looked puzzled, “Me? What do you ... what kind of chance?”

Kate smiled, “I’ll let Danny Boy watch you in the front room if you’ll let him watch you in the back room.”

Confused frown. Then, “The Blowjob Room?”

“The Blowjob Room.”

“Um ... kin I think about it?”

“No, dear, let’s decide. Here and now. Yes or no.”

Denise knew her face was beet red. She began to rationalize — Danny Boy had seen Gigi go down on her. He’d seen her cum several times. Would this be that big a deal?

“Kate, what about the guy? Or guys? I mean would they want Danny Boy...?”

“Chère, if they got the hottest girl in town, naked, they won’t care who’s watching. In fact, the idea that you’d let your own son ... Denise, they’ll think you’re sluttier than ever. That would inflame them.”

The next time Sabine Beaux took the long boat-ride to the southern edge of the Cajun Bayous, she was curious how her oldest sibling was getting along. She had given Hank to Celine Boudreaux while she tried to sort out the relationship between her mother and Hawk.

Then she asked Celine to just keep Hank. She had already given her twin sisters to Mr. Romero, and life was now easier on the home front. Celine had readily agreed to keep Hank. He was a polite boy, well-trained, a conscientious worker.

Most importantly, as far as Celine was concerned, he was compliant and fit in well with the family life she had created out there on the Gulf. Sabine had already had him sucking cock so Hank just joined the three Boudreaux boys in servicing each other. Servicing each other under the distinctly pleased eye of their mother.

The Bayou Cajuns had a laissez-faire outlook on most things in life. Some thought it a little odd that Celine kept her boys naked all the time, but it was hardly startling news. The fact that they sucked each other off too was just another quirk — noticed, but no longer worthy of commenting on.

When Celine had agreed to keep Hank Babineaux full-time, she asked for permission to have her sons butt-fuck him. That meant about as much to Sabine as if Celine had asked permission to paddle him if he misbehaved.

Sabine handed the tall woman two jars, “Crawfish gumbo.”

“Much obliged.”

The five of them were on Celine’s fishing boat when Sabine arrived. Three of the boys were scraping off old paint while one of the Boudreaux boys followed with a brush and primer. All five were in the nude. Impulsively, Sabine took off her halter and shorts. Celine’s sons grinned — the first time they’d seen her naked.

Celine looked up at the sky, “Break time, lads, let’s go in and have us a snack.” It was 9 in the morning and 98 degrees. At least there was some wind off the Gulf.

Celine passed around cornbread and honey. Sabine smiled, “Hank still behaving himself?”

Celine laughed, “Oh, you know it.” She winked, “Ever since you told me we could fuck him, I call him Hanky.” By ‘we’ Celine meant her three sons.

Sabine regarded him with interest, “So?”

Hank spoke earnestly, openly, “I got used to it, me. Pretty fast. Now I like it, Miss Sabine. A lot.”

Celine grinned, “Good thing he likes it — three horny cocks don’t care one way or another.”

All four boys stirred to life.

Celine leaned forward and pretended to whisper, “I hope you don’t mind, chère, but I decided to slut ole Hanky up.”

Sabine shrugged, “When I gave him to you, I gave him to you.” She was pretty sure she knew what Celine meant by slutting up.

Celine tilted her head, studying Sabine. Then she grinned at Hank, “Go get yourself ready, Hanky.”

“Yes ma’am.” He left for the bathroom; Sabine heard the shower turn on. Celine reached into a kitchen cabinet, pulled out a jar of clear liquid. Her sons, grinning widely, lined up as she briskly lubricated one cock after the other. It was obviously a familiar chore.

She led everyone back to the boys’ bedroom. In a minute, Hank came out, still damp from the shower. He smiled shyly at Sabine and lay back on the bed, pulling his knees back to his shoulders. Celine placed her hands on his hips and tugged him closer to the end of the bed. Then she slapped one of her sons on the butt.

Sabine and Celine sat side by side in matching chairs and leaned back to watch the show. Sabine was surprised when the boys fucked Hank for only a few seconds, then pulled out and traded places. She found it strangely erotic and, as she usually did, analyzed her feelings.

Then she got it. Celine had turned Hank into a piece of ass, a slut for her sons’ enjoyment. They did look at him with fondness, but their own pleasure was uppermost. Her sons were, understandably, Celine’s first priority. Hank was a welcome addition, but she wanted it crystal clear that he was, first and foremost, pussy.

Sabine approved wholeheartedly. And, she identified with Celine’s feelings. Sabine’s favorite sibling was Hawk, irrepressible Hawk. Her twin sisters, a little dim, a little slow, had never been much of a consideration. Hank, though, was her least favorite, and she was pleased with the way Celine had placed him at the bottom of the pecking order.

Celine was grinning broadly and openly finger-fucking herself. As the boys took turns pounding Hank, he looked to Sabine for approval. She was pleased to see his little cock bobbing and throbbing around in excitement. She didn’t begrudge him some pleasure so long as he realized his mission was to keep Celine happy and to provide pussy for her boys.

Sabine reached down between her thighs, not the least bit concerned that the Boudreaux boys were watching. Celine giggled, “Hanky is such a good little slut.”

Sabine smiled, true.

The three brothers came, one by one. Hank gave a little moan, and one boy bent down and took him in his mouth.

When Celine and Sabine returned to the kitchen, the four boys were in the shower. Sabine spoke thoughtfully, “He is a little slut, isn’t he?”

“Oh, I think you already knew that, chère. You had Hanky sucking off Hawk pretty regular, right?”

“Yeah, but what you’re doing with him ... why, your boys are gang-banging him.”

Celine grinned with delight, “Day and night, chère, day and night. That Hanky can’t get enough, non.”

“Say, what about the twins, Celine? You ever ask Mr. Romero if he’d share them with your guys?” The twin sisters, Debbie and Dora, whom Sabine had given to one of her neighbors.

Celine nodded, “I run into him at the City Dock. He said if it’s okay with you, I kin have ‘em for as long as I like.” She winked, “But since we got Hanky, I ain’t been in such a hurry.”

Sabine looked sharply at the woman. Surprised that she hadn’t pushed things. Sabine said, “Celine, you think maybe giving your boys some girl-pussy might make ‘em more interested in you?”

Celine nodded, “Yeah, that is a consideration. But I want to get my boys fucking each other before I get ‘em distracted with girl-pussy.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

“See, we so isolated way out here ... well I want my boys to have all the pussy-sex they want. Without, you know, needing to go to a lot of trouble going to get it.”

“So, what’s your plan? With your sons?”

“First I hadda get ‘em enjoying Hanky. Which, obviously they do.”

Sabine nodded, “Obviously.”

“Next I’m gonna ship Hanky off to Roseanne Arceneaux. If you don’t mind. Jess for a couple, three weeks.”

“I don’ give a fuck, me. I gave him to you, he’s yours. Now remind me about Roseanne.”

“She live with her two brothers, younger brothers?”

“And Hank would be pussy for them?”

“Hanky.”

“Hanky.”

“That’s right. An’ with him outta my house, and with my boys now used to regular pussy...”

Sabine nodded, “It could work. But Celine, why don’t you jess tell ‘em to start fucking each other? They do whatever you want.”

“I thought about that, me. But I want ‘em to want it so bad, they do it on their own.”

Sabine thought about that on the lazy boat-ride home.Celine was smart, playing the long game. Sabine thought about her own life changes too. First she had decided to give her mother to Hawk. Then, the twins to Mr. Romero. Finally, Hank to Celine. Hanky. Now it was time to get a place of her own, a life of her own. Sabine was 14 and impatient to begin living.

As she usually did, she analyzed her feelings. She was still fond of her child-like mother — she’d always have a soft spot in her heart for Magnolia. And, as much mischief as Hawk got into, she admired his gumption, his polite ways.

Her twin sisters? A mild nuisance. Of interest only to someone like Mr. Romero, but not worthy of any further consideration from her. Pussy.

And Hanky? Sabine cared the least of all about her oldest sibling. She was amused that Celine had slutted him up for her sons, but beyond that ... fuck him.

Sabine felt that her life was now, finally, beginning. And she had a sense that she wouldn’t be staying down in the Cajun Bayous for much longer.

Kate Broussard gave Ray-Ray his marching orders, “I don’t have to tell you to be nice; Gigi trained you proper.”

“Thank you.”

“So, be polite to Denise, but be firm. Tell her what you want her to do. Act as if your instructions are perfectly normal.”

She smiled at him, “You’re no longer the little boy who cums in his jeans. You’ve photographed dozens of my girls. Act like Denise is just another one of them.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Don’t show any hesitation, any uncertainty.” She smiled again, “Fake it til you make it.”

“Yes ma’am, I kin do it.”

“I want you to bring me back some sexy stuff —- photos and videos. Marie has taken an interest in pushing Denise, so we want to please her, don’t we?”

Ray-Ray didn’t really need the pep talk. His own confidence had grown over the past several months. Plus, Kate was his mother’s boss. Marie was over everyone, but Kate’s word was enough for Ray-Ray. Making her happy was making Gigi happy.

Jasmine Doucet was a bit of an anomaly in the Cajun Bayous. One, she had never married — that is, had never lived with a man. Second, she enjoyed going into town, spending time, making friends in the big city. And, she danced at Miss Kitty’s, one of only two Cajun Bayou girls that daring.

Jasmine had dark skin, black hair, a sunny, white smile. She was a little heavier than a lot of Cajun girls — solid, not plump.

She enjoyed sex and, like most of her girlfriends, was quite open about it. In fact, Jasmine fucked around. While some of her friends got annoyed when she slept with their men, most realized that she was no threat. Jasmine was a good-time girl, wasn’t looking for a longterm relationship, had no interest in stealing anyone’s husband.

One evening she was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling makeup mirror at Miss Kitty’s. She and Gigi Fontenot and Jolene Horton were discussing that night’s crowd. All three were naked.

Jolene said, “Not bad for a Tuesday, not bad at all.”

Gigi, one of the boldest dancers said, “Jasmine, how ‘bout you and me liven things up? Finger-fuck each other a little?”

Big grin, “Sure, I’m up for that, me. The last number?”

Kate Broussard was walking by, “The mayor’s in the front row, east side — give him a good show.”

Gigi, “Okay to get butt-naked, me and Jasmine?”

“Of course.” She ran the back of her middle finger up and down Jasmine’s pussy, “You need a touchup, chère. The mayor likes bald pussies.”

Jolene said, “Come with me, babe, I’ll fix you up.”

Jasmine lay back on the padded bench that faced the north wall as Jolene worked on her pussy. Jasmine said, “Kate, is Eulalie still looking for talent these days?”

“So far as I know. She and Marie plan to keep on running Sausalito even though they moved away. Why, you know someone?”

Jolene had finished, but kept rubbing moisturizer up and down her friend’s pussy. Then slid a finger inside. Jolene had a cheeky smile as she played around, found her friend’s clit.

Jasmine said, “They’s a little girl I know, a real swamp rat down in the Cajun Bayous.”

Kate, “Oh?”

“She ain’t smooth and polished, but she’s killer smart.”

“Eulalie likes smart.”

“An’ this girl, her name’s Sabine? Sabine Babineaux?”

Kate frowned, “I think I may have met her mother? Magnolia?”

“That’s the one. ‘Cept it’s like Sabine is more the mom, an’ Magnolia the child.”

“Interesting.”

Jolene was now openly finger-fucking Jasmine. Dressing-room hi-jinx.

“Sabine done took charge of that little family, she’s tough. Fierce.”

“Why don’t you bring her around, introduce her to me. Eulalie will be back for a visit next week.”

Jasmine closed her eyes, thrust her hips up toward Jolene, “Oh!”

With half an hour until school let out on Tuesday afternoon, Denise took one last shower. She sprayed a faint, floral scent in the air, and walked through it. As she studied herself in the mirror, she debated opening the door to Ray-Ray in the nude. Shook her head; she didn’t want to appear too anxious. So she donned a pink, light summer robe that came halfway down her thighs.

She kept glancing at the clock as she fluffed her hair, touched up her lip gloss. And waited.

Even though Ray-Ray was just a teenage boy, he was Gigi’s son and Kate’s photographer. Denise had seen what he had done to showcase the other dancers. Always an attractive angle, soft lighting, skilled editing — he brought out the best in them.

And the three shots he’d done of Denise — those had been taken on the fly. She could just imagine what he could do with her when he took the time to pose her professionally. How sexy and flattering the pictures would be.

Finally, she heard his little Vespa. She forced herself to wait, to not rush to the front door. He strode in, followed by Danny Boy.

“Oh, hi there, Ray-Ray, right on time.” She kissed him, then. her son on the cheek.

Ray-Ray looked at his pal, “Shower.”

“Oh. Oh sure, right away.”

“Soap and water clean.”

Denise started — the very same advice Kate gave to all of her dancers.

Denise couldn’t wait any longer; she untied her robe and let it puddle at her feet, “Do I look okay?”

He circled his finger, and she slowly pirouetted. She knew how good she looked but was still eager for his reassurance. He ran the back of a knuckle up and down one nipple, then the other. Used his fingertip to caress her pussy.

“Looking good, Mrs. A, looking real good.”

She beamed, “Thank you, kind sir.”

“Sit down and I’ll tell you what we’re gonna be doing.”

She nodded briskly, “Right.”

“I’ll be shooting still shots and video at the same time.”

“Video ... um ... I didn’t realize ... oh ... well okay, sure. Video.”

“I’ll start inside with you and Danny Boy sitting right there. Neck with him, feel each other up.”

“Oh.” A quizzical look, “I’m supposed to make out with him?”

“Of course. But don’t make him cum.”

She mouthed the words to herself, “Don’t make him cum.”

Ray-Ray knew he had her right then and there. “I want you two to get each other hot. Then you can’t stand it any longer and you play with yourself until you cum.”

She nodded again, “Cum, right.”

“Now why don’t I want you to make Danny Boy cum? Think about it.”

She frowned, concentrating on the question, not the propriety of making her son climax. On camera. Her face brightened, “Because you’re going to shoot us outside? Will his cum look better in the sunshine? Easier to see?”

“Very good, Mrs. A. But there’s one more reason. Let’s say I have you make him cum in here. Knowing you can always get him hard again.”

She nodded to herself. True. Not even considering the fact he was talking about taking her son to orgasm, then getting him erect again. She was focused on the mechanics; of course she could get him hard.

Ray-Ray, “Then we’re outside for the money shot. And...?”

Her face brightened with a sudden realization. She raised her hand like in class, “He won’t shoot as much the second time! That’s jess the way it is with boys. Men too.”

“Very good. Now picture yourself outside. You fool around with him, get him to the edge before you take him in your mouth.”

“My mouth! Ray-Ray, um, no, I don’t think...” She was shaking her head. There were lines and there were lines.

Ray-Ray spoke in a patient voice, “Denise, I’m the photographer. You’re the product. You do as you’re told.”

She blushed scarlet, “Oh God, Ray-Ray, I’m sorry! What was I even thinking? You jess tell me what to do an’...”

“I know you will, Denise, I know you will.”

Danny Boy returned, a towel around his waist, hair still wet, a little shyness in his stride. Ray-Ray took the towel and tossed it on a chair. Denise studied the boy openly. She’d seen the naked audience photos, but up close and in person ... she marveled at his size. At his slender body, his bashful smile. She loved him so much at that moment.

Ray-Ray started taking still shots.

Denise smiled up at Danny Boy and patted the cushion next to her, “C’mere, honey. I’m gonna make you feel good. But don’t cum; we gotta save that for the money shot.”

Kate Broussard was favorably impressed with little Sabine Babineaux. Unlike most folks from the Cajun Bayous, she wasn’t all that impressed with Sausalito, not even with Miss Kitty’s. She was polite, asked thoughtful questions, but was hardly in awe. They met in Kate’s office.

Kate, “How old are you, chère?”

“Fourteen.”

“And what are your plans? Where do you want to be in five years?”

“Miss Broussard, I jess got my own family sorted out. Got ‘em all taken care of, so I’m on my own for the first time. Five years? I got no idea about five days.”

“I understand. But what’s your immediate goal?”

“I need to make some money, me. An’ find a place to live here in the city.”

“How much cash do you have, dear?”

“Four dollars.”

“Tell you what, I’ll advance you five hundred dollars.”

Sabine looked at her evenly, “I’ll probably take it, and I thank you if I do. But what do you want from me?”

“Do you know who Eulalie Guidry is?”

“I heard of her. And Marie Guidry too.”

“Well, Eulalie’s coming back to town next week. And Jasmine thinks she might be interested in meeting you,”

Sabine looked thoughtful, “Yes ma’am, but I’m not understanding ... uh, what does that have to do with the five hundred dollars?”