Chapter 28: The morning after...

The morning after the much talked-about Pamper Party, Eulalie said to Chase, “We have time before our Dallas flight; I’ll introduce you to your team.” They were looking at a short hop to Dallas and a longer flight to Zurich.

At the Firefly House, Eulalie said to Chase, “Meet your young-pussy crew. This is Sabine Babineaux and her assistants, Slim Hebert and her son, Claude Cecil. CC.”

They were impressed, just seeing Chase; most people were. Tall, courtly bordering on regal, a quiet aura that suggested undisputed authority.

Eulalie said, “Chase, they’re also working on the granny phase now — Kate has enough senior pussy to start a Grannies Gone Wild night. And the Hebert’s have had some success down in the Cajun Bayous.”

Sabine, the 14-year-old leader of the Firefly House, said, “Grannies are fine. But Slim and CC got you some prime pussy lined up down in the bayous.” Sabine gave a precise summary of the young girls and boys now available. Names and ages.

Eulalie smiled indulgently at her mentor, “All fully certified to be young enough to qualify as Chase-pussy. And all with full maternal blessings.”

Chase, polite as ever, quietly praised the Firefly team, never exaggerating, never condescending. “Kate has kept Eulalie appraised of your commendable efforts. The thongs, Cunts Corner, all of it. Kate will be disbursing some well-deserved bonuses. Cash of course. And, Sabine, I appreciate your offer to fuck me, I truly do.”

Sabine smiled ruefully, “But I’m too old, I know that, me.”

Eulalie winked, “Way too old, hon, but it’s not your fault. I wish I had met you some time ago. When you could still have captured Chase’s interest.”

“Me too. Ma’am.”

On impulse, Eulalie said, “Show Mr. Windsor what he’s missing. You too, Slim and CC.”

They undressed without a second’s hesitation. Instinctively, Slim and CC edged closer together, stood with their hips touching. All three had been baked tan by the sun. Sabine looked powerful, even standing there in repose. And lush, and fuckable. Slim and CC looked like a slender brother and sister custom-designed for sex.

Sabine patted Slim on the butt, “Sexiest girl in the bayous. An’ now Miss Eulalie moved away, in town too.”

Chase nodded appreciatively, “Formidable, all three of you.”

CC’s cock throbbed to a full erection. Slim, without looking, automatically put her hand around it.

Eulalie smiled at CC, “I understand your mother had quite the time down on the Gulf with Celine Boudreaux’s boys.”

“Yes ma’am, I never seen anything like it, me. Them three fucked her an’ fucked her, it was like they was never gonna stop.” He smiled and kissed Slim’s shoulder, “Her face, it somehow changed, she didn’t even look like my mama no more.”

“She hasn’t fucked you yet, CC?”

“No ma’am, she’s waiting for Sabine to tell her.” He felt the need to explain, “Sabine, she runs the Cajun Bayous, people jess do what she says.” Slim squeezed him and smiled. “Me an’ Mama, we do too. It’s jess ... um, natural, do what Sabine tells you.” So earnest.

On her second impulse of the morning, Eulalie winked at Sabine, no words necessary.

Sabine gazed fondly at Slim, “It’s time.”

Slim gave Sabine, then the room a glorious white smile, “Yes ma’am!”

She led CC over to the couch and lay back, her arms and legs spread in welcome. Eulalie studied Slim’s face as CC entered her. She was pleased to see an expression of need, of want, replaced by something almost approaching rapture. Slim had obviously been waiting and waiting. Her face looked as if she were coming home after a long journey.

CC looked like a teenage boy getting his first pussy. Eulalie doubted that he could even begin to appreciate the wonder of fucking a woman as stunning as Slim.

Sabine smiled indulgently, “Slow down, CC, that pussy ain’t going nowhere.”

As they watched Slim climax, Sabine said, “Miss Eulalie, do you think Miss Kate knows that more people talkin’ ‘bout the Dirty Dozen than the Elite Eight?”

“Good question. And, no, I don’t know if she’s figured it out yet. But Kate is smart, she’ll get there. Now let me give you a sneak preview of what I’m going to do with the Dirty Dozen.”

As they watched Slim fucking her son, Sabine listened to Eulalie with every ounce of attention she had. Chase smiled at Eulalie Guidry — taking her with him had been the second-best decision he’d made. Right after buying Lacy Danube from her mother all those years ago in Lexington, Kentucky.

Next, they did make a quick two or three-minute stop at Mimi Cousteau’s little house. Just a quick in and out. Eulalie wanted Chase to inspect the merchandise.

Dixie was surprisingly composed; she looked Chase up and down with some considerable interest. Obviously her mother had fully shared Chase’s plans for her; had told her precisely what he intended to do to her and with her. As he and Eulalie were leaving, Mimi said, “She’s ready, Chase, she’ll do anything you want. Everything.”

Dixie looked at her mother, gave her a kind smile, “Mama, he already knows that.”

On the way to to Louis Armstrong Airport, Eulalie called Kate. “Chase shook Mimi up last night.”

“So I heard.”

“I left her a few minutes ago — she’s still nervous in the service.”

“So, she’ll be eager to please me.”

“Very.”

Two weeks after her last visit, Eulalie returned to Sausalito to meet with Kate Broussard at Miss Kitty’s.

Eulalie smiled and said, “Kate, you’re opening a private club.”

“Oh?”

“I bought the Bon Ton Bar; we finally closed on it last week.”

“Oh. Oh my. Okay. And that’s where the club will go?”

“Yes.” Big smile, “The Double-D Club.”

Kate frowned for a second, then, “The Dirty Dozen!”

“And sons, of course.”

“Of course. You’ve obviously thought it through, how do you see it working?”

“First, replace the Dozen with twelve of your wait-listed girls for the Saturday morning show.”

Kate nodded, “Good. The new girls will love the opportunity.” She laughed and held up her palm, “You don’t need to tell me, pick the sluttiest ones.”

“Men like sluts, so we do too. How will you choose them?”

“I already know the most likely ones. Let’s see ... I’ll have ‘em come here in the morning. One mom at a time. And ... I’ll take ‘em back to the dressing room, introduce them to some of my girls. “

Eulalie smiled, “And?”

“I’ll tell ‘em to suck their son off.”

“Good. Don’t mention the Saturday opportunity. Your attitude is — of course they’re going to do as they’re told.”

“Yes. And, I’m not worried about the personnel side. Now, I even have a waiting list of young moms who want to get on my waiting list.”

“Excellent. Now, the Double-D Club. Let’s start with limited hours. Open on Friday night at 9. Stay open around the clock until Sunday night at 9.”

Kate nodded.

“You’ll want a minimum of four moms and their sons on duty at all times. Here, take a look at the blueprints. This is the second floor — all small bedrooms with an attached bath. This area, the larger one is bunk beds for the moms and boys to nap.”

Kate studied the drawings carefully. She pointed to the ground floor, ‘How high is the stage raised?”

“Two feet.”

“Good. Let’s see ... there’s one bar and a large lounge area a small kitchen ... and ... there’s the dressing room. What are these two open spaces?”

“Bedrooms for the members who get off having sex in public.”

“Oh, that’s right, it’s a private club. And this one?”

“A cigar room; I’ll make sure it’s well-stocked — Chase gave me an inventory list.”

“What about Jackson?”

“I’m sending Rémy up to the capital tomorrow to meet with a pet lobbyist. She’s going to walk him through the licensing and permitting stages — supposedly they’re wired in.”

“Eulalie, is this your money or yours and Chase’s?”

“Mine. He lets me make small investments on my own these days. I mean, he went over the numbers of course.”

“And he must have approved.”

“He did.”

The two of them went over Eulalie’s checklist — membership fees, compensation to the Dozen, the percentage Kate would pay Eulalie, bonuses for both of them when target quotas were met.

Eulalie said, “I think we’ll find that ... oh, maybe 90% of the time the activities won’t involve sex. Not directly anyway. It’s a place to hang, see a few naked women...”

“And naked boys.”

“Exactly — and that’s what’ll set it aside from the gentlemen’s clubs in, like, Atlanta. Naked boys and incest.”

Kate sat back, the businesswoman in her pleased. “I suppose it’s time for the Two-Inch party, isn’t it?”

“Hold off for a couple more weeks, Kate. Have the boys start sucking cocks — you’ll want them doing each other several times a day. You want them to think it’s as natural as brushing their teeth.”

“You think there’ll be much demand for it at Double-D?”

“I think so, Chase thinks so. Particularly with Mama right there.”

Kate looked at Eulalie evenly, “They’re going to be getting butt-fucked, aren’t they?”

“Of course. But one step at a time. Have them report to Contrary Mary’s after school. I’ve reserved the room for two weeks. Darlene will make sure they’re sucking cock for a good two hours.”

“This is so exciting, Eulalie, and I thank you.”

“Make us money, have fun, push Sausalito’s limits.”

Eve Castilian knocked on Kate’s door, “Sally Beauford said you wanted to see me?”

“Come in, dear, sit down. Tell me about yourself.”

They could hear the music Evelyn was playing downstairs — ‘Cherry Pie’ by Warrant.

Kate was nowhere near Eulalie’s level, but she had followed the little girl’s lead and was learning to get others to open up, to talk about themselves. It was surprisingly easy.

Eve looked at her for a long, evaluative moment, and decided she had nothing to lose.

“Okay, I’m a fish out of water here in Sausalito. I’m from New Orleans — both my mother and father’s familes go back generations.”

Kate nodded.

“Old money, old customs. Debutante balls, Krewes, cotillions, Tulane, yadda-yadda.”

Kate nodded again; this was interesting.

“My path was clear — graduate from Ursuline or Benjamin Franklin, graduate from Loyola or Tulane, meet and marry a guy from one of the acceptable families ... rinse and repeat.”

‘But?”

“But I got knocked up.” She shook her head, “I was so fucking young — I should have just stuck to blowjobs like everyone else.”

“These things happen, Eve.”

“Try telling that to Daddy Dear. He was apoplectic, livid.”

“And your mother?”

“She wasn’t all that bent about the sex.” Eve gave a rueful grin, “I was a very popular girl back in the day.”

“It was the wrong boy?”

“In spades. Don was, is, a good-looking guy. Not polished, but he has some manners. But he was a fucking roughneck.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m 27.”

“How’d you end up in Sausalito?”

“We wanted to buy a house. The prices kept driving us further from home. From my home.” Shrug. “So, we bought a house here. Don’s happy. He works offshore, so he doesn’t care all that much about where we live. But I know the house will never appreciate much. And the school system is pretty mediocre.”

“And you’re bored.”

“Outta my skull.”

“Tell me about,” Kate glanced at a note, “Janie and Susie.”

Oh, that’s why Kate wanted to see me. Eve looked at the woman, the woman who sold sex, for several moments. Then she gave a mental shrug. Let’s see where this goes.

“They’re following in my footsteps. I know from a couple of my girlfriends that they’re already jacking off middle school boys. I don’t think they’re blowing them yet, but I’m not sure.”

Kate didn’t try to steer the conversation. Eve was obviously an unhappy woman, and only too glad to vent. Later on, she said, “Eve, what do you do for fun?”

She gave wry laugh, “Fun. Well, Don’s still a good fuck. And I’m on the pill. A good time ... let’s see ... well, I fantasize quite a bit these days.”

“Tell me.”

“Oh, fuck, why not? I’m sure Sally told you that I sucked her son off in the park.”

“My girls are good at keeping me informed.”

“I’ll bet. Anyway, I went there looking for one of the boys. I didn’t care which one, I just wanted a little adventure.”

“I understand.”

“I was hell-bent on doing something for me, something selfish. When I spotted Janie and Susie out of the corner of my eye, I didn’t even hesitate. I was a little in heat, a little exasperated with Don ... it seemed like everyone else in town was having more fun than me.”

Kate nodded, “Life can seem that way.”

“See, I’d been tormenting myself that if I did have a son, I’d be in the fucking Dirty Dozen. Maybe even in the Elite Eight. I didn’t care which — I just wanted to have a fucking life.”

Kate smiled, “And what would you allow yourself to do with this son?”

“Kate, everyone in town knows you’re going to have those girls fucking their boys sooner or later.”

“And you?”

“Would I suck him off? In a heartbeat. Would I fuck my own son? To have a life like the Dirty Dozen — um, maybe. Probably. I looked at Sally Beauford that night, sitting there with Barry, and I was so ... I wasn’t jealous, I didn’t resent her happiness. I just wished ... I just wanted that kind of life.”

“And, here you are. With two daughters.”

“Here I am. With two daughters.”

“I may have some use for you.”

Eulalie decided she was being foolish in not updating Chase on the LOST project. He’d assigned her to it. He expected her to find a way to profit or to drop the sex site gambit before incurring any more expenses. And before eating up any more of her time.

But the pre-beta surveillance gadget, the murky connection to the Pentagon’s DARPA ... well, Eulalie was wading in deep water.

He listened carefully as he always did. “Burner phones all the way?”

“Yes.”

“But someone tumbled to Sheila through LOST?”

“That’s the only reason that makes sense. She told me she wasn’t working on anything else that could draw that sort of attention.”

“Very well. I suggest you shut things down. It was iffy to begin with, and I don’t like the high-level implications. There can be a lot of money in the shadow world, but it’s rarely worth the risk.”

He didn’t specifically tell her to drop it; that wasn’t his style.

Eulalie, “I’ll settle up with Gwendolyn and Sheila. Pull the plug.”

Two days later, Gwendolyn Parsons called Eulalie on a burner, “Tell Chase that Sheila Banks was found dead in her home.”

Oh God.

“When?”

“Two hours ago. We have a cutout, a mutual acquaintance. He just called me.”

Eulalie took careful notes. Sheila had been found lying on her living room rug, naked. No gunshot wounds, no knife wounds. No sign of a struggle. Recent abrasions on her wrists and ankles indicated she might have been secured to a chair or something.

Chase didn’t look ruffled, didn’t lose his patrician demeanor. But he immediately placed a call to Omaha, Sheila’s hometown. Eulalie listened, a sick feeling in her tummy.

“Joyce, Chase here. You still have that contact at the Nebraska Medical Center?” “Good. I need an emergency autopsy done on a Sheila May Banks. Found deceased in her home ... a little over two hours ago. Tell him to screen for ... let’s see, fentanyl first of all. But go deeper and look for carfentanil as well.”

Chase closed his eyes to concentrate, “Also look for trace amounts of an isopropyl alcohol solution if you find an injection pen at the scene or within a few blocks.”

Chase spoke for another three minutes giving this Joyce detailed instructions. Eulalie figured out she was with the Omaha Police Department. Later Chase told her, “Joyce Obsfeld is a Lieutenant in Criminal Investigation Section. Specifically, the Homicide Unit. Lacy got to know her when she set up her 800-number operation in Omaha.”

Lacy Danube, Eulalie’s predecessor as a Chase understudy.

Eulalie started taking notes as Chase continued, “Joyce, I can’t go into detail now, but you should treat this as a homicide. It may look like a heart attack or an overdose, but ... well, you don’t need me to tell you how to work a crime scene. My associate and I will be in Omaha tonight. At the downtown Hilton.”

On the flight out of La Guardia, Eulalie referred to her notes and asked, “Carfentanil?”

“It’s a hundred times more potent than fentanyl, and doesn’t show up in standard tox screens.”

“But why would you even look for it?”

“The drug has been linked to two suspicious deaths at two independently owned labs, both under contract to the Department of Defense. Both deaths led, well, hinted, in the general direction of a Chinese counterintelligence unit.”

Eulalie’s heart sank. A silly fucking sex story site. Sheila Banks. DARPA. Now, international espionage and murder? Fuck.

Joyce Obsfeld was 50 and fat. Hard, muscular looking, but obese. Gray hair cut short. Black pantsuit, white blouse. She hugged Chase briefly, nodded at Eulalie and led them into Sheila’s house after they put on booties and gloves.

Joyce said, “The techs finished an hour ago.”

Chase, “Any injection pens?”

“No, but I have a couple of uniforms going through trash bins in a six-block radius.”

Eulalie looked around the house she had seen before only in the dark. Chase followed her glance to the kitchen chair where the bug had been planted. He lifted it and looked closely. “Joyce, you may find some adhesive traces; there was a monitoring device taped here.”

“What the fuck, Chase?”

“Sheila was, among other things, an independent contractor for the Pentagon. This may become a federal investigation, but you have a head start. So, anything turn up yet?”

Joyce sighed; the last thing she wanted was a turf war with the FBI.

“Someone — a guy for sure — took a piss in the downstairs bathroom. My guy found three minuscule droplets of urine on the rim.”

Chase shrugged, “Secretions, not excretions.”

“Yeah, that’s right. We can extract DNA from blood, from sweat and semen — bodily fluids — but not bodily waste.”

“Because the enzymes destroy DNA.”

Eulalie no longer marveled at the depth and breadth of Chase’s knowledge, but was still impressed.

Joyce, “We’ll still run the urine through the usual battery of tests, you never know.”

Summer turned into Fall, but the heat wave showed no signs of loosening its grip on the South.