Chapter 2: Lacy Davenport called Chase Windsor...

Lacy Davenport called Chase Windsor — her former mentor, occasional partner, onetime lover, and admired friend.

“Constance Grayson passed along a silly little opportunity. A spoiled New York girl named Cassidy Townsend is upset about not winning some idiotic sex-story prize. But the situation is odd enough that Constance thought we might be interested in it.”

As Lacy explained the details, Chase chuckled, “Well, that is a new one. I’ll toss it to Eulalie; let’s see what she comes up with. Maybe there’s some money, a connection, a ... I don’t know, something interesting in that little corner of the world. Sex stories. Huh.”

After Eulalie had set things up with Shannon Trudeau and Kate Broussard, she piloted her Jon boat from the City Dock, through the bayous, to the secluded house that Marie had had constructed after she first graduated from law school.

She called Gigi Fontenot.

“Eulalie! My precious! I think of you all the time. When can I see you?”

“Right now. I’m at Marie’s. Bring Ray-Ray.”

Gigi giggled, no telling what mischief Eulalie had planned.

Eulalie took a shower, then studied herself in the full-length mirror. A slender Cajun girl, black hair that framed a heart-shaped face. Tan all over. Perky boobs, about the size of lemons. Nipped-in waist, taut butt and thighs. A bald, grade-school pussy. She didn’t bother dressing.

Ray-Ray tied up their boat and Gigi hopped out, skipping up the stairs to the upper deck. She flung her arms around Eulalie, obviously overjoyed to see the little girl.

Ray-Ray stared. The high school junior had never seen Eulalie naked.

She grinned at the lad; he was practically panting, “You ever see your mama lick pussy, Ray-Ray?”

He gasped and shook his head and flapped both hands, “No! I mean, no ma’am.”

Gigi couldn’t take her eyes off the girl she loved so deeply. She simply let her dress puddle around her ankles, slipped her panties down, and kicked off her sneakers.

Eulalie led her to the bedroom and lay back, smiling kindly at the 34-year old mother of four. As the two embraced and kissed deeply, Gigi was vaguely aware that Ray-Ray was standing there, gobsmacked.

Even if she had taken him into consideration, it wouldn’t have slowed her down for an instant. She kissed and licked and sucked her way down Eulalie’s body until her head was buried between the girl’s thighs.

Gigi simply devoured her, couldn’t get enough. Eulalie was generally a quick cum, and this afternoon was no exception. She quickly forgot she had an audience and closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations coursing through her hungry body.

Gigi lapped and slurped and moaned in pleasure, using her lips, tongue, and one middle finger. The love fest went on and on as Eulalie experienced one rippling orgasm after another.

Finally, she gently palmed Gigi’s cheeks and moved her aside, “I need a break, hon, come up and cuddle.”

They lay side-by-side on their backs, breathing deeply. Gradually Ray-Ray swam into focus and Gigi giggled, “No need to mention this to your daddy, Ray-Ray.”

He stared at the two naked bodies, “God, no!”

Eulalie smiled kindly, “Did you cum in you jeans, Ray-Ray?’’

Red-faced, he nodded glumly, still staring.

“Go shower, then report back to me. I’m not finished with your mama yet.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And don’t bother getting dressed.”

“Yes ma’am, um, no ma’am.”

When they were alone, Gigi whispered, “I love you so much, little girl.”

“I know, Gigi, I know. I’ve been missing you something fierce too.”

A couple of minutes later, Ray-Ray, hands cupped over his groin, returned. Redder than ever.

Eulalie pretended to be angry, “Raymond Fontenot!”

He snapped to attention, pulled his hands behind his butt. Eulalie and Gigi managed to keep a straight face as the blush spread down his neck and chest. His penis, a mind of its own, was throbbing and bouncing and lengthening.

Gigi gazed thoughtfully, thinking, ’It’s above average, I’ll give him that. A little skinny, but maybe he’s still growing.’

Eulalie grinned mischievously, “Ray-Ray, I want you to watch your mama play with herself while you jack off.”

He nodded, mute.

“Gigi?”

“Yes, hon?”

“I want you to cum when Ray-Ray shoots off. Exactly then.”

“No problemo, you done got me hot as a firecracker.”

Gigi pulled her heels up to her butt and reached down for her pussy. Ray-Ray, his eyes darting back and forth between the two, started stroking himself as he blushed even deeper.

Gigi reached a small climax, “Oh!”

Eulalie smiled to herself as she enjoyed the little tableau. Two people completely in her thrall. She loved the control she had and wondered how far she would push things.

Gigi turned her head to the little girl, “Eulalie?”

“Yes?”

She asked conversationally, curiosity, not concern in her voice, “Are you fixin’ to have me fuck Ray-Ray? Some day?”

Eulalie looked into her eyes and spoke softly, truthfully, “I haven’t decided, Gigi.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Ray-Ray moaned and sped up. Gigi giggled, thrust her butt up a couple on inches, spread her thighs even further, and raced two fingers around her clit. She felt it building, and came just as Ray-Ray’s first spurt exploded.

Eulalie, still nude, walked them down the steps to their boat. She told Gigi, ‘Come back in the morning, chère. I want to talk Miss Kitty business.”

“Okay, sure.”

“And Ray-Ray, you come too. I have some new assignments for you.”

“Yes ma’am.”

After they left, Gigi deep-kissing her on the dock, Eulalie took another shower and pulled on a tee while she waited for Rémy. Gigi had satiated her, but she was a quick recoverer. And was still feeling a little tingle. Yep, Rémy was in for a treat this evening.

Rémy had left work early and had obviously stopped by one of the Vietnamese fishing boats to barter for some bottom-feeding red snapper. Eulalie watched as he expertly cleaned the fish and sliced them into filets.

She said, “Go shower, you smell like fish.”

A couple of minutes later, she strolled into the shower, as casually as if it were a living room. Rémy was startled, but kept his composure, “Oh.”

“Don’t get too excited — it’s just a hummer.”

“Well.”

While she had seen him naked when he slept over with Marie, this was their first physical contact. Eulalie knew it meant a lot more to him than it did to her, so she took her time, drew it out, as the water cascaded over them.

At dinner, she said, “You’re sleeping with me, but don’t get your hopes up.”

“Looking at you, chère.,...”

“Flattery isn’t getting you any pussy, Rémy, I just wanna be held.”

She smiled at him as she thought: ’Of course I’ll give him a goodnight BJ and a breakfast one too.’

Gigi and Ray-Ray arrived the next morning just as Rémy was leaving for the station. He hugged Gigi and fist-bumped Ray-Ray. He knew how head-over-heels she was. Could not get enough of Eulalie.

He motored through the bayou, thinking of the loving blowjobs, thinking of Marie, wondering if she had given Eulalie the nod. Maybe, but maybe not. Eulalie was one independent 14-year old.

Gigi and Ray-Ray were both disappointed that Eulalie was wearing shorts and a halter, but it would never occur to either of them to complain.

They sat at the kitchen table and Eulalie got right to it. “Gigi, you know how much Chase Windsor likes the young stuff.”

Gigi nodded, no surprise there.

“Yesterday, I told Kate to start recruiting some elementary school teachers to dance at Miss Kitty’s.”

Gigi nodded again, “Makes sense. Get those little girls talking about, thinking about, sex.” Then she grinned and nodded at her son, “That’s why you wanted Ray-Ray here — to start passing out pictures to them.”

“Yes, down the road. But first we have to get some of them committed to stripping. And then Ray-Ray will photograph them.” She turned to the blushing boy, “I want pussy wedges for every elementary school teacher that Kate hires.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Eulalie turned back to Gigi, “The problem is Kate hasn’t had any applications yet. She’s going to start recruiting them personally. And Chase is paying a $500 sign-up bonus to each of them.”

Gigi raised her hand like she was in school, “Miss Eulalie, you want me to help Kate? Cuz I know one girl we kin nab right away.”

“Excellent, who is it?”

“Cindy Deautrive from over by New Iberia? Louisiana? Been here about six months? Her husband got laid off from the sawmill a few weeks back and they been hurtin’ something bad.”

“Sounds like a good candidate. How old is Cindy?’

“Uh, maybe 40? But she’s a looker. In good shape.”

“Would she understand what working at Miss Kitty’s involves? Besides stripping.”

Gigi giggled, “Miss Eulalie, every woman in town knows about the BJ Room. Ain’t no secrets, Sausalito.”

“And you think this Cindy will go along with it?”

Gigi snorted, “For $500? Fuck, she’d suck cock in Miss Kitty’s window for that much money.” She nodded to herself, “Hell, so would I.” Then she pursed her lips judiciously, “Long as Craig was on the road.”

Ray-Ray stared at his mother, crossed his legs.

“Gigi, you stop by Cindy’s school when it lets out. Take her right to Miss Kitty’s if you can. Ray-Ray, you be ready with your camera.”

They said “Yes ma’am,” in unison.

Eulalie studied Gigi for a moment, “You know what. If Cindy signs up, tell Kate to give you a hundred dollar bonus from the Chase fund. In fact, you’ll get a hundred bucks for every teacher you can talk into stripping.”

Gigi gasped, and started going through her mental Rolodex. She closed her eyes to concentrate. She was a popular figure and knew so many people in that small town.

Eulalie smiled, “It probably isn’t necessary, but remind them that they’re expected to swallow.”

The young mother snorted in surprise, “Miss Eulalie, they ain’t a girl in town who doesn’t know that.”

Eulalie smiled at her friend, “And Chase wants that knowledge base spread to a younger and younger audience.”

Eulalie was in an anteroom next to the mayor’s office, going through the budget ledgers for the past three months. The real books, not the ones the state audited. Chase had taught her how to read spreadsheets. She was nowhere near his level, but was confident she could spot any discrepancies.

Kit Russell stuck his head in, “Everything look okay, Eulalie?”

She smiled at the balding, pot-belled man, “So far, Mr. Mayor.”

“We’re following Marie’s formula, just like she was still here.”

“Good. Good for you.”

Gigi called a few minutes later, clearly excited, “Eulalie, I got me a certain Mrs. Cindy Dautrive in the car. Ray-Ray is waiting at Miss Kitty’s if you wanna join us.”

“Hmm, I think I will, thanks.”

Eulalie arrived before Gigi. She told Kate, “Got that $500 handy?”

“I do.”

“And give Gigi a hundred as well. I promised her a bonus for every teacher she signs up.”

“Got it.”

Ray-Ray fiddled with his camera to hide his nervousness. But he’d be fine — this wouldn’t be his first photo session with strippers.

There were only 5 customers, all men, sitting apart from each other. The music was muted and Shirley Basset, a mechanic’s wife, was peeling off her bra and smiling gamely at the small, afternoon crowd.

Gigi breezed in, grinning broadly, and acted as if she were presenting royalty, “Cindy Dautrive, may I introduce Miss Eulalie Guidry. The Miss Eulalie Guidry. And this here is Kate Broussard, she owns Miss Kitty’s. And this guy is my boy, Ray-Ray — he’ll be photographing you for the cards we give out.”

Eulalie studied the slender newcomer. Cindy should fit in just fine — a Cajun girl from Louisiana now in a Cajun town in Mississippi. Her accent was familiar — the same Cajun lilt that Eulalie had grown up with. Same dark skin and black hair, generous white smile, although she looked a little nervous, a little out of place.

Kate knew exactly how to play it, “Here’s your $500 bonus, hon. Cash money, no need to declare it.” She also slipped Gigi a hundred, and winked.

Cindy shoved the money into the back pocket of her jeans, “Thank you so much. We really need ... well, thank you.”

Kate led the way toward the dressing room in back; Cindy stared as one of the men held out a $5 bill, folded vertically. Shirley smiled at him and pulled her blue panties to the side, allowing him to run a finger up and down her bald pussy.

Kate pointed to the private rooms on the east side, “Lap dances.” And to the infamous, “Blowjob Room.” Cindy nodded gamely. Ray-Ray followed the four women; he’d never been backstage before.

In the dressing room — full mirrors on three sides, showers along the fourth wall — Cindy gasped, “This is so much nicer than I expected.”

Kate said, “You’ll take a shower after each set — all my girls are soap-and-water clean.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Now, let’s see what you got.”

Cindy’s cheeks turned a little redder, but she nodded. Sat on one of the benches where the dancers did their makeup, looking into the mirrors on the north side. She took off her sneakers, then her white anklets. Stood and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a white, no-nonsense bra. She struggled a little with her jeans, then hesitated for just a few moments. Glanced at Ray-Ray, looked away. Sighed and reached back, undid her bra, then slid her panties down.

Cindy looked down at the floor as Kate, Gigi, Eulalie and Ray-Ray studied her.

Gigi cupped the woman’s breasts — they were about the size of oranges and sagged only a tiny bit. She twirled her nipples gently, “Great tits, hon.”

Cindy whispered, “You think so?”

“Yes ma’am. Kate, what about this bush?” She patted it.

Kate said, “Some of our customers like hair, some want bald pussies. So Cindy can keep it, but we need to trim it before we take any pictures.”

Gigi smiled, “I’ll do that right now. Jess lay down, hon, now where are those scissors?”

That took only a couple of minutes, then Kate brought over two thongs and a lacy, see-through bra. Eulalie spoke up for the first time, “Ray-Ray, snap a few before she puts on her costume. We may have a need for some nude shots down the road.”

Cindy opened her mouth to speak, then changed her mind.

Ray-Ray, blushing deeply, circled the teacher, capturing her from the front, both sides and the rear. Eulalie said, “Something a little sexier. Gigi, you pose her.”

“Yes ma’am!”

She sat Cindy down on the bench, and moved her knees back by her shoulders, her heels by her butt. Again, Cindy started to say something, then didn’t. Gigi palmed the inside of her thighs and moved them further apart. Eulalie said, “Get a couple of close-ups, Ray-Ray, but make sure her face is in the frame.”

A minute later, Gigi said, “Lay back on your elbows, hon, that’s a good girl.” Gigi raised Cindy’s ankles toward the ceiling, then moved them apart. Ray-Ray shot from a distance, then kept snapping as he moved closer and closer.

Cindy felt as exposed and vulnerable as she could be, but was actually starting to relax. And to feel an unexpected tingle of excitement. There was something about Eulalie Guidry’s confidence, about giving up control, about being told what to do.

Kate leaned in and nodded, “A lot of my customers like full pussy lips, you’ll do just fine, Cindy.”

By this time, the teacher had lost any remaining hesitation. She was being treated kindly, by professional women who knew what they were doing. She told herself: ’I’m going to be flashing pussy in a room full of men, so this is nothing.’

Ray-Ray had his camera inches from her pussy, making sure to shoot up her body and capture her face too. He caught his breath and shot off his his jeans. No one said anything, but Gigi giggled.

When it was time for the publicity shots, the photographs that would be printed and distributed, Eulalie said, “Gigi, I want Cindy flushed with passion. Looking horny, looking needy.”

Another giggle, “Yes ma’am.”

Cindy, now in a full-compliance mode, leaned back calmly on the bench while Gigi sucked her nipples until they gleamed erectly. Then she eased her middle finger in and gently caressed her clit. Cindy closed her eyes and let her body, and her emotions, go.

Kate said, “Do you eat pussy, dear? It’s not a requirement, but you can work Ladies Night if you do.”

Cindy opened her eyes as Gigi continued finger-fucking her. “Not since middle school, and then me and Jo-Jo just fooled around a little.”

Gigi giggled, “Don’t you worry, Kate, I’ll take her home for some pussy-licking lessons. Jus’ like with Jolene.” She gave Cindy a glorious smile, “But most of them ladies, when you take ‘em back there, they jess want you to kiss and hug them.”

“That’s all?”

Another huge smile as she kept playing with Cindy, “Well they expect you to finger-fuck ‘em, get ‘em off.”

“Oh, okay. That’s no problem.”

Eulalie spoke up again, “Cindy, try to cum, if you can. It makes men feel good, and your tips could go up.” Really, Eulalie wanted to toy with her, see if she would obey, wanted to see her face, to gauge whether an orgasm would be visible.

Cindy got a serious expression on her face, nodded at Eulalie, and started gently thrusting her hips up to meet Gigi. Eulalie glanced at Ray-Ray and he continued his rapid-fire clicking.

Eulalie was pleased with how compliant the new girl was turning out to be. From Cindy’s point of view, it was obvious, even in this first meeting, that Eulalie was in charge, was the power in the room. And, like Gigi and so many other people in Sausalito, she found herself wanting to please the little girl.

Cindy felt herself getting closer and closer. She looked up at Gigi and whispered, “Almost, almost.”

Gigi smiled kindly, “I know, hon, I kin always tell. Almost always.” She didn’t speed up, didn’t apply more pressure — just kept a steady pace and brought her friend closer and closer.

Cindy suddenly arced her back and gave out a hoarse whisper, “YESSSSSS!” Her face colored her eyes went out of focus, her body spasmed a little. Her orgasm was easily visible. Ray-Ray captured everything.

Gigi stepped back; both she and Cindy looked to Eulalie for approval. “Very good, ladies, I’m pleased.”

They beamed.

When they got to the bra and thong shots, Eulalie nodded at Ray-Ray, “Pussy wedge to start with.” She winked at Kate, “Pussy wedges for all the new teachers.”

Cindy, more curious than concerned said, “Why is that, Miss Eulalie?”

“Those are the shots that Ray-Ray will be handing out at all the schools.”

“Even mine?”

“Especially yours.”

Cindy’s concern was practical, “I don’t know if Mrs. Evans will... ‘

“I already cleared it with Helen Washington. Your principal won’t give you any trouble.”

Eulalie then took a quick iPhone shot. “Here, this is what your kids will be seeing.”

Cindy stared. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the lacy white bra. But the eye was drawn, inevitably, to her crotch. Her full pussy lips were bisected by the folded green thong, no thicker than a fishing line.

Cindy whispered, “It’s so ... obscene.” But there was more wonderment than worry in her voice. Eulalie was watching closely. Cindy had a far-away look in her eyes, imagining classrooms full of students seeing her ... this way.

Ray-Ray, with another prominent bulge, kept snapping away. The juiciest shots would go in his private collection, along with his treasured Gigi nudes.

At the end of the session, Cindy took a quick shower. As she pulled on her panties, she looked at Kate, “When do you want me to start?”

“Tomorrow’s a Wednesday. That’s when my afternoon business usually starts picking up. So come by after school and go over your music preferences with Evelyn. You can start dancing before the after-dinner crowd comes in. Get a feel for it.”