Chapter 24: Kate Broussard thought long and hard...

Kate Broussard thought long and hard about Eulalie’s Granny Project. The original task — getting moms sexually involved with their boys — was exceeding all expectations. Kate now had 12 sexy mothers baring it all on Saturday mornings. And a waiting list of more than 20 other women.

Of course the Elite Eight — the Mama Room mamas — were the pinnacle.

Kate was a grandmother herself. And while she’d never had the slightest sexual interest in her own three grandsons, she believed that it could be feasible to manipulate some of the town grannies into naughty, if not forbidden, territory.

She started, as Marie Guidry had taught her, with research. She began compiling a list of relatively young grandmothers in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. While they didn’t get into the baby business as young as some of the bayou girls, the ones Kate began with had become mothers at a relatively early age.

Another consideration — she included only the ones whose daughters had had at least one son. Eulalie had steered her away from listing women whose daughter-in-laws had boys. “Keep it pure — Grandmother, daughter, son.”

Eulalie had suggested that Kate take a backdoor approach. “Sabine sent Slim and CC down to the Cajun Bayous to encourage grannies to fuck around. In Sausalito, let’s start by hiring them to dance for you.”

Kate nodded, “That shows they’re gutsy, feeling good about themselves, how they look.”

“Yes. And if they’re willing to bare it all up on your stage ... well, we can figure they’re open-minded and they’re sexually active. Or would like to be.”

“Plus, Eulalie, I’ll make sure they understand the Blowjob Room isn’t an option. If a customer taps them on the shoulder, they’re gonna be sucking cock.”

Kate knew many of the older women in town, and had a pretty good idea which ones were on the lively side. Kate decided to start with a woman named Celeste Devereaux. Celeste was only 41, and unusual for a Cajun woman, had had only one child, a daughter, Christine. She, too, had gotten pregnant at 14, and was now the mother of a 14-year-old boy, Chris. The three Cs — Celeste, Christine, Chris.

For now though, Kate was focused only on Celeste. “Hey, Cee, come downtown, have a po’ boy and a beer with me.”

Celeste showed up at Miss Kitty’s around noon. She had short, coal-black hair, with a natural white streak running from the left side of her forehead back diagonally to the nape of her neck. It was a distinctive feature, and quite flattering. She was around 5’ 3” and slender. She wore a white top that left her tan shoulders bare, and blue shorts.

There was the usual sparse noonday crowd — about 20 men, most of them seniors, having a sandwich and nursing a beer. And, checking out the merchandise.

Celeste smiled up at the stage, “I came here once for Ladies Night, me and a couple of friends.”

“Really? I didn’t see you or I’d have comped the table.”

“It was quite the show.” She nodded toward the stage, “In fact, Gigi was one of the dancers.”

Kate had called in Gigi Fontenot, now the mayor, and her bestie, Jolene Horton. She told them, “Nothing outrageous, no finger-fucking, but end up naked and smooching.”

Kate teased her, “Did one of my girls take you to a back room?”

Celeste winked, “Actually, I might have considered it, but one of the women I was with was about to have a hissy fit with all the nudity, so we left.”

“Too bad.”

A new waitress, wearing a pink bra, thong, and garter, brought them shrimp po’ boys and Dixies in frosty mugs. Gigi and Jolene were now topless, lightly caressing each other’s nipples. The crowd stirred — this was unusual for a daytime show.

As the two women nibbled po’ boys, Celeste said, “How’s business?”

Kate rapped her knuckles on the table, “Good, thank you. In fact real good. I was even thinking of expanding, buying the BonTon next door. Elaine Guidry offered to finance it.”

“Really?”

They sipped beer as they watched Gigi and Jolene toss their thongs toward the men who were now crowded up to the stage. Celeste smiled, “I been thinking about getting a Brazilian. First time.”

“What would George think of that?”

“Kate, we’re in the separate-bedroom phase of our lives. Have been for three or four years.”

“In other words, you don’t give a fuck what George thinks.”

“That’s right, a fuck I don’t give.”

Jolene, ignoring her instructions, slid a finger into Gigi’s pussy. The crowd murmurs grew louder. Several right hands were in front pockets.

Celeste, “Is this typical for a Wednesday?”

Kate leaned back and pushed her empty plate away, “No, actually I asked them to spice things up for you.”

Celeste also leaned back, looked evenly at Kate, “I’ll bite.”

“I’m offering you a job. You’d be my first hire.”

Both women watched as Jolene sucked Gigi’s nipple and massaged her clit. Gigi threw her head back and screamed, “YESSSSS!”

Celeste said, “As you probably know, I’m 41 years old.”

“I’m starting a new act — Grannies Gone Wild.”

Celeste looked thoughtful, “The sequel to Moms Gone Wild. Everyone was talking about that.”

“And to Teachers Gone Wild — that got a lot of chatter too.”

“Is there an audience, a demand for grannies?”

“I think so, and my instincts are pretty good.”

“Am I really your first choice?”

“Celeste, look at yourself — you’re gorgeous. You’ve kept in shape and you’re sexy as hell. You have that mischievous look — that expression ... it doesn’t say ‘you can fuck me’, but it hints at it.”

Gigi and Jolene left to some pretty righteous applause. Instead of going back to the dressing room — and to the delight of the audience — they strolled over to Kate’s table.

Celeste held her hand out, “Madam Mayor. Jolene. Quite entertaining, but I’m afraid it was a little too racy for me.”

Kate said, “I’m recruiting Celeste to dance here.”

Gigi gave an instant and honest reaction, “Oh, you should, hon! Fuck, look at you, you got that ... that mature slut vibe going.”

Celeste laughed.

Jolene nodded, “Cougar.”

Kate said, “MILF.”

Celeste laughed again, “More like GILF.”

Kate was pleased that Celeste was so at ease in the presence of the two naked dancers. She said, “I have to call Eulalie. Celeste, let the girls give you the grand tour and I’ll catch up with you in a few minutes.”

Celeste could feel the men’s eyes on her as she walked between Gigi and Jolene. She liked the feeling. Her escorts seemed as comfortable naked as if they were wearing swimsuits. Celeste wondered if she’d ever reach that point.

For starters, she had been flattered by Kate’s out-of-the-blue offer. Celeste knew she looked good, but getting up on that stage? It wouldn’t have occurred to her in a million years. Still...

The Mama Room at Miss Kitty’s continued to irritate a large percentage of the women in Sausalito. But, as the weeks, then months, went by, the opposition became less vocal, more resigned. Although it would never become accepted like the Blowjob Room eventually was.

More than one wife and girlfriend had looked the other way when it came to BJs. It was simply understood that dancers at Miss Kitty’s sucked cock. Everyone from schoolgirls to women on Social Security knew that. It was like understanding that Piggly Wiggly sold groceries.

In theory, the Elite Eight — the Mama Room mamas — were reviled by most of the women in town. Yet, over time, a grudging respect started to emerge. The shock had long worn off. Those eight ladies showed up for work, fed their families, raised kids ... they lived otherwise normal lives.

Yes, they sucked cocks, but so did every other dancer at Miss Kitty’s. Yes, their sons were right there in the Mama Room with them, but so far none of them had gone postal and killed a bunch of folks. As Eulalie had predicted, the mother/son element was gradually becoming accepted as just part of the day-to-day public and family discourse.

Unusual? Yes, of course. But, Friday after Friday after Friday ... the Mama Room had never reached the level of acceptance — a job is a job — as the BJ Room, but it had become an acknowledged part of life at Miss Kitty’s.

Of course, among the students in the Sausalito school system, the Mama Room was regarded with something approaching awe. The eight boys, the sons of the Elite Eight, had achieved almost mythic status. Other boys were curious, envious, and driven to distraction, just thinking about what went on in there.

The girls? Intensely curious. Kate had instructed the eight boys to be courteous, not to boast, but to answer questions openly and honestly. Once the girls, particularly the younger crowd, discovered how accessible those guys were ... well graphic after-school discussions became increasingly detailed.

Almost every girl of a certain age knew a friend whose mother or sister or aunt or neighbor worked at Miss Kitty’s. That was interesting, but whatever Blowjob Room intel they gleaned was comprised of second or third or fourth-hand rumors.

But now with eight insiders — boys who were actually inside the Mama Room — well, this was the real deal.

Two sisters in particular — Susie and Janie Castilian — had become avid decoders of the Mama Room’s inner workings. They relentlessly questioned each of the eight boys whenever they could corner one, They read the tea leaves like veteran Kremlinologists.

A typical sleepover conversation with their girlfriends at the Castilian house...

Susie Castilian, “Richard LaRue tole us about when his mama was sucking her third guy of the night — it was Mr. Beauford, you know the one with the fat cock?”

Sally Mae, wanting details, “Was Mrs. LaRue working the early shift or the late one?”

Janie Castilian, “Late. That’s when the guys have a lot to drink.”

Everyone nodded knowingly.

Barbara Ann said, “Could he still get it up, Mr. Beauford?”

Janie Castilian, “Richard said Mrs. LaRue had to suck it for a long time, but she got him hard. Richard says she’s a real good cocksucker.”

Susie Castilian nodded, “He’s always said that, Richard, long as I’ve. known him. He’s real proud of his mama.”

Janie Castilian nodded, “As he should be.”

Bonnie Lou, “Did Mrs. LaRue let Mr. Beauford fuck her?”

Susie Castilian, “Oh no. Well, he finger-fucked her of course, but he didn’t fuck-fuck her.”

Willa, “Did she cum, Mrs. LaRue?”

Janie Castilian nodded emphatically, “Three times, jess with Mr. Beauford. Richard said she almost always cums.” She looked around meaningfully, “Guys like it when the girl cums.”

Angie, “Did Richard cum?”

Susie Castilian, “Not then. His mama likes him to wait until she’s sucked off the fourth guy.”

Pearl, “The last one of the night — that’s the limit that Miss Kate set, four guys a session.”

Sandy, “Then he cums, Richard?”

Janie Castilian, “Of course, silly. That’s when Mrs. LaRue sucks him off.”

Susie Castilian nodded, “That’s why those men ask Miss Kate to let them go last — they like to watch Mrs. LaRue suck off her son.”

Candy sighed, “Richard LaRue is so lucky. I wish I could be in the Mama Room, see all them dicks.”

Nods around the circle.

Mrs. Eve Castilian, eavesdropping from an adjacent room, nodded: I wouldn’t mind being there myself. She also knew, although she never discussed it with her husband, that Janie and Susie were veering toward the slutty side of the street. Just as she had done back in the day. She knew, from overheard conversations, that while they hadn’t yet started sucking cock, they were cheerfully jacking off several of the older middle school boys. Oh well.

Celeste Devereaux, the 41-year old grandmother, was back for a follow-up visit with Kate. It was a Friday evening and they were in the mirrored dressing room watching seven naked girls jabbering cheerfully, applying makeup, trying on heels.

“I’m probably going to say yes, Kate, but walk me through it one more time.”

“George isn’t going to be a problem?”

“Fuck George.”

“I’ll take that as a no. Okay, Cee, you were my first choice partly because you have the look, you’ll be a superstar.”

Celeste made an exaggerated yawning gesture ... get on with it, Kate.

“I’m gonna introduce Grannies Gone Wild on Saturday nights. That’s our second busiest after Friday.”

Celeste nodded.

“But I want you to be more than a dancer — you could be my head recruiter. You know the town, you know the likely prospects. How are you fixed for money?”

“I’m not hurting, George is pretty good about money. But I can always find a use for some more.”

“I’ll pay you $500 for every girl you sign up. Just so long as she lasts at least month. And you already know the blowjob structure.”

“Forty bucks plus tips. It’s interesting, Kate, I’m not concerned about sucking cocks — I’ve been doing that since John Lee Hooker.” Celeste smiled, remembering, “My first year giving blowjobs, the senior class over at Sausalito High voted me Miss Cocksucker.”

Kate laughed, “What did your mother say about that?”

“Oh, she tried to act all shocked and everything, but she was secretly kinda proud. Daddy? Not so much.”

Kare shrugged, fathers. “And that was back before I opened the BJ Room.”

“Yeah, things weren’t so open then. But most of my girlfriends, and even a couple of boys were giving after-school hummers.”

“But it’s getting up there on the stage that first time, isn’t it, Cee?”

“Yes it is. I’ve been spending a lot of mirror-time lately, and I know I look good. Damned good for 41. But it takes some guts to get up there, in the lights, all those men staring at you. Were your other dancers this nervous?”

“No, not most of them. They were a lot younger of course. And some of them weren’t bright enough to be worried. But so many of them owed so much money they would have stripped out on Main Street.”

Celeste watched the dancers pulling on thongs and panties, slapping butts, giggling and gossiping.

“I suppose you’re going to want girl-on-girl action with us grannies.”

“You know I am. And so will our customers.”

Celeste nodded, not concerned, just going through her punch-list of questions.

“At least you won’t put me in the Mama Room.”

“I would, Cee, if you had a cute son.” Kate didn’t mention her plans for a granny/grandson segment. One step at a time.

“Okay, I’m in. What next?”

“Three things. First, strip. Two of my girls are hairdressers at Wendy’s — they’ll give you a shampoo and a brush-out, plus a Brazilian.”

“Here? Now?”

“Here. Now.”

“Okay, then what?”

“Have you thought about your music?”

“Sure. ‘I Kissed a Gril’.”

“Katy Perry?”

“Yep.”

“Good choice, I’ll let Evelyn know. She’ll work you into the last set tonight — the audience will be pretty oiled by then, so don’t be nervous.”

Celeste looked at her steadily, “Baptism by fire.” She nodded, “Pretty good idea, get it the fuck out of the way.”

“Good girl. I’ll pair you with Cunt-Lips Moreau, she’s my best dancer, and she’ll keep you in tempo.”

“Poor CL, she never did outgrow that fifth-grade nickname.”

“No, but she’ll have your back tonight. Just try to relax and have a good time.”

“You said three things.”