Chapter 3: Eulalie Pulled on a White Tee...

Eulalie pulled on a white tee; Cindy said, “Am I supposed to ... no, never mind.” She stood placidly by the door, having come to terms with her new ... her new life.

Rémy was startled to see the nude woman, but six years in the Shore Patrol and more than ten in the Sausalito police force ... well he just nodded pleasantly and said, “Hello there.”

“Rémy, this is Mrs. Cindy Dautrive, a teacher at Carver Elementary and, starting tomorrow, a dancer at Miss Kitty’s. Cindy, Rémy Thibodeaux.”

Cindy held out her hand, “A pleasure, sir.”

Rémy looked inquiringly at Eulalie, who said, “Goi take your shower. Then feed us,”

Eulalie watched Cindy watching Rémy walk away. When the shower started, Cindy didn’t wait for instructions, didn’t even glance at Eulalie; just followed Rémy into the bathroom.

Eulalie nodded to herself; this woman was a keeper. One of these days, she would probably be telling Gigi what to do. Cindy would follow Eulalie’s direction, but she was not as subservient as Gigi. Interesting.

A few minutes later they came into the kitchen. Cindy was still nude, her hair wet from the shower. Rémy was wearing shorts. Cindy didn’t wait to be asked, “I offered to fuck him, me, but he just wanted a blowjob.”

“Good girl.”

As they sat down to enjoy Rémy’s crawfish etouffee, he looked at Eulalie, “Okay, what’s going on?”

She welcomed the question, wanting to have an open discussion in front of the teacher. “Cindy is going to be my ... envoy at Carver Elementary.” She showed him the pussy wedge shot, “Ray-Ray will be distributing this at both elementary schools.”

Cindy dabbed her lips with a napkin and looked curiously at the chief of police.

Rémy gazed steadily at Eulalie, “Chase Windsor.”

“Chase Windsor.”

“What will Cindy be doing?”

“Two things. Encouraging other teachers to sign up at Miss Kitty’s.”

Rémy shrugged; he knew Eulalie, knew that that wasn’t the primary reason.

“And Cindy will identify, will select, certain students.” She tapped her cell, “Make sure they see the photo. Encourage them to talk about stripping, sucking cock, swallowing cum.”

Rémy turned to face Cindy, “That right?”’

Cindy sat up a little straighter, looked him in the eye, and spoke firmly, “Yes sir. I’m Eulalie’s groomer. Or Chase’s. Or both, I guess.”

Rémy said, “I’ll tell TooTall and YesBut to watch out for Cindy. Head off any potential trouble. The three of us will try to shield her.” He turned to Cindy, “They’re my most senior detectives.”

Cindy looked to Eulalie, “Am I supposed to fuck them too?”

“No dear, just Rémy.”

Cindy turned a little shy, her cheeks colored as she looked at him, “I guess I’m your side pussy, Chief.”

He smiled at Eulalia, “Thank you, chère.”

“You’re welcome. Now have your people spread the word — there’s a hot new dancer at Miss Kitty’s.”

Cindy winked at Rémy, “Tell ‘em I swallow.”

The table talk turned to generalities, to life in Sausalito, the weather, dancing on stage. Eulalie said, “I’ll clean up, Rémy. You fuck Cindy before you take her to her car.”

Cindy didn’t blink; just stood up, “That etouffee was delicious. Thank you.”

She seemed almost serene as she strolled over to the sofa and lay back. Rémy shucked his shorts in record time. Eulalie smiled to herself, and waited until he entered her before starting to clean up.

Later, Eulalie walked them down the outside steps to Rémy’s Jon boat, “Cindy, can you spend the night with him when he’s in the mood?”

She shrugged, “I guess. If Gigi would cover for me.”

Remy drove his Jon boat to the City Dock, then took Cindy to Carver Elementary where she had left her car when Gigi approached her with the Miss Kitty offer. What a day!

Rémy smiled fondly, “How are you doing?”

She had opened the passenger side door, and turned to him, considering, “Miss Eulalie is something else.”

He nodded, “Yes.”

“Let’s see ... Gigi Fontenot finger-fucked me at Miss Kitty’s while her son took pictures. Eulalie told me to cum, and I did.”

Rémy smiled understandingly.

“Back at her house, Eulalie had me go down on her. Ray-Ray shot us and his mom filmed us.”

“Eulalie has a way of ... having her way.”

Cindy nodded, more thoughtful than concerned. “Then Gigi ate me and ate me. God, did I cum. Then what? Oh, Ray-Ray ate me — his first pussy. Then you showed up. Oh, wait, I forgot! Eulalie had me suck Ray-Ray off — his first blowjob.”

“Then I showed up.”

“Yep, and you,” big grin, “know what I did.”

“Very nicely too.”

Cindy got out of his car, walked around to the driver’s side, and said, “Well, you have my number. I’d appreciate it if you can give me some notice. You know, when you want a booty call.”

One of the many qualities that Chase admired about Eulalie was her self-awareness. Her gimlet-eyed evaluation of herself.

Back in her childhood home in Sausalito, Eulalie was keenly alert to the irony of the situation. She was grooming, training, Cindy to be subservient to her. She wasn’t fully there yet, but sensed she was pretty damned close.

At the same time, Eulalie herself was subservient to Chase, anxious — eager — to please him.

The difference between Cindy and her — Eulalie had gone into the relationship with her eyes fully open. Had known who Chase was and what he wanted from her.

Of course, younger and younger pussy was just a minor sidebar to their plans. Money, pure and simple, was the main goal.

Interestingly, Cindy had thought that money was her primary motivation. It had been an early consideration, of course, but when her finances straightened out ... well, she would still be at Eulalie’s beck and call.

Back when Marie Guidry was first elected City Attorney, she was already a force of nature in Sausalito. She had started, at age 14, by fucking a pharmacist, a doctor, and an attorney. All carefully selected because they were on the City Council. Where she volunteered to take the minutes.

Her influence — because of her sexual allure, but more, the strength of her will — grew steadily through the years.

She shaped town policy when it benefited her, but was more interested in molding the town’s attitude. She used the evolving acceptance of Miss Kitty’s openness to steer dinner table conversations into heretofore unthinkable territory.

Pussy wedges, lap dances, the Blowjob Room, had all become standard topics of discussion. Girls of all ages discussed the naturalness of swallowing cum.

Along those lines, one area of particular interest to Marie was the school system. And this was long before she had met Chase Windsor. She instinctively understood that influencing children had a ripple effect through their families and, eventually, throughout the town.

The locker room idea came to her from streaming an old teen movie from the 1980’s called ‘Porky’s’. There was an iconic scene where the boys were able to peep into the girls’ shower room. Marie, being Marie, decided to flip the script.

She had attended John Lee Hooker Middle School and knew the physical layout well. During the summer recess, she had five peepholes drilled into a passageway that linked the girls’ locker room to their shower. The boys’ version was a mirror image, so the peepholes looked into their hallway. She then approached the boys’ head PE teacher, Ronnie Boudreaux with an offer too good to turn down. She explained what she wanted in precise, easy-to-understand terms.

Ronnie was also the assistant head football coach — well liked among most of the boys. He looked at her quizzically.

She offered the carrot, “I set it up with Kate Broussard — one free night a month at Miss Kitty’s.” She winked, “Blowjobs included.”

Done.

When school started that September, the large towel hamper was now placed right outside the shower room. After showering, each naked boy would then stop at a desk in the middle of the hall leading to the locker room. There, he’d pick up the clipboard, find his name, and record the number of sit-ups, or pull-ups, or rope-climbing data that he’d done in that day’s gym class.

This gave the quietly giggling girls ample opportunities to check out the equipment. It was the worst kept secret in town. But because it was a turn-the-tables antic, there was almost no parental opposition. In fact many mothers not only approved of the practice, but occasionally quizzed their daughters about this boy and that one.

Over the years, the Peep Show had become a rite of passage for the little girls; and, for some of the boys as well. The girls learned firsthand about penis sizes and shapes; circumcised or not; how low the balls hung; amount of pubic hair, etc.

From the start, Marie had been more interested in the boys’ reaction than in their physical details. With only a few exceptions, most of them were of average size, some a little smaller, some a little larger.

A few boys were initially shy, cupping themselves awkwardly. Others were showoffs, humping their hips, waggling their equipment. But after two or three weeks, the novelty wore off and it just became part of the daily ritual, baked into the pattern of school life.

There was an occasional exception — a boy so tiny that he became a one-week wonder. Every girl wanted a peek. As cruel as kids can be, the reaction was usually one of sympathy and understanding. The poor kid would go through life worried about his size, concerned what the other kids were thinking.

And, every once in a while, the opposite was true.

One boy, 14-year old Danny Aubert, was a September transfer student from Morgan City over in Louisiana. His father, Matt, had been killed in an offshore oil rig explosion. His mother, Denise, moved to Sausalito, where her husband had been from.

Morgan City held too many memories; and Matt’s parents lived in Sausalito so there was a built-in support base.

Danny, a typical Cajun boy — slender and dark skinned, nice enough looking, but a little short of handsome — was soon the talk of John Lee Hooker. The Penis Gods had, for whatever reason, bestowed their blessings on him.

Harriet ‘Harry’ Hebert was the nerviest, and, arguably, the most popular teacher in school. Several of her girls had excitedly passed along news of the Danny Aubert sightings.

She had a talk with Coach Ronnie, coordinated the timing, and led three other teachers into the girls’ locker room toward the end of the period. When the coach stopped Danny at the clipboard station, the boy had no idea that he was under some intense scrutiny.

Later, because everyone knew that Marie kept track of the happenings in town, Harry told her, “I see a lot of teenage cocks on Saturday mornings, Marie. But that boy ... whew!”

“Oh?”

“It was probably about four inches soft. But fat ... oh my! Like a beer can. I mean, I’ve seen a few men in the BJ room, but this Danny...” Harry just shook her head.

Marie was intrigued. Harry was an experienced woman and if she were that impressed with the new student everyone was now calling Danny Boy ... well, that spoke to something.

However, Marie being Marie, her interest was more in the mother, in the new 27-year old widow. She told Kate, “This Denise Aubert — I’ve seen her around town. Good looking, sexy. You have any skinny on her?”

“A couple of my girls know her. Seems to be nice. Pleasant. Still a little in shock, of course.”

Over the course of the next month or so, Marie struck up a budding friendship with the woman. Brought her a crawfish pie as a welcoming gift, took her out for drinks a couple of times. Of course Marie rarely acted without having some sort of plan in mind. Being neighborly was okay, but hardly her raison d’êtra.

She had plans for Denise Aubert. Plans that involved Danny Boy.

One day she called on the widow, sensing that boredom was starting to replace mourning. “I’m taking you to Miss Kitty’s for lunch.”

“The strip joint? Me an’ you?”

“Sure. Good po’ boys, cold beer, nice music.”

“But...”

“The daytime shows are pretty tame, nothing to shock us.”

Denise shrugged. Why not, why the fuck not?

There was a decent crowd for a Thursday lunch. Around 25 men — retirees and local merchants. For ten bucks — a generous sandwich, a cold beer, and some tits. Not bad.

However, Marie had upped the ante this time. The real show would begin after they had eaten lunch. Two of Kate’s girls were currently on the stage, flirting with the crowd. One had on a lacy pink bra and matching panties. The other was topless with a thong.

As they ate their shrimp po’ boys, Marie winked at Denise, “Danny Boy is the talk of John Lee Hooker.”

Denise’s cheeks colored slightly, and she didn’t pretend not to understand, “Because of his um, equipment?”

“Yep. Pretty impressive is what I’ve heard. Very impressive.”

Denise took a long pull of beer, spoke softly, “He’s always been that way, Danny.”

“Lucky boy. Inherited?”

Denise shrugged, “Not really. Matt was ... um, okay, about average I’d say.”

Getting her talking about penis size was a good first step. “Nothing average about your Danny Boy.” Then Marie leaned forward and told her about the Peep Show.

Denise was startled, but hardly upset. She giggled, “Now that’s a turnaround.”

“That’s what I think too. Turnabout is fair play.”

She grinned, “I wouldn’t have minded that at Morgan City Junior High, me.”

“I know what you mean. Denise, you must be so proud of Danny Boy.”

“I am, of course I am. But not because of ... of that.”

“Maybe you should be. He’s the first boy in a long time that Harry has checked out.”

“Harry Hebert? His homeroom teacher?”

“That very one.”

“Isn’t that ... I mean ... a teacher?”

“Harry is quite the free spirit. She dances here on weekends.”

“Oh. Well.”

The music ended and both girls left the stage smiling at the men; with maybe ten bucks apiece in their garters.

Then Evelyn announced, “Special treat, boys — Gigi Fontenot and Cindy Dautrive — our afternoon delight.”

Marie acted surprised and ordered a pitcher of frozen daiquiris from Jolene. She winked at Denise, “Gigi and Cindy usually work the late shows. We might be in for something naughty.”

“Oh?”

The audience erupted in applause when they strode on stage wearing matching pink bowler hats and garters, carrying two pink canes. Period.

Denise said, “Oh my.”

Gigi winked at Marie, and placed the crook of her cane between Cindy’s legs, pulling her into an embrace. The men crowded the stage, realizing this would be no ordinary daytime show.

The girls kissed deeply, obviously enjoying each other, not faking it.

Marie leaned in, “Cindy teaches at Carver. Gigi’s a mom. Both are married.” Marie winked, “And both love to show it off.”

Denise stared, crossed her legs, licked her upper lip.

Marie had told Gigi, “Get each other off,” and she and Cindy used their fingers knowingly on each other. Most of the men had a hand in their pocket.

Marie whispered in Denise’s ear, “I can just picture you up there.”

“What! Uh, no, No way.”

Cindy leaned back against the pole her hands gripping it above her head. Gigi sat cross-legged between Cindy’s legs and planted her mouth directly on the girl’s pussy.

Denise gasped. Marie smiled.

After the thunderous applause, Marie took Denise by the hand, “C’mon, I’ll give you the grand tour.”

Denise stared at the three mirror-filled walls in the dressing room. Three naked girls were gossiping and teasing, applying makeup. Gigi and Cindy came out of the shower and Marie introduced Denise, “I was telling her she could be a star here.”

Gigi gave her a gorgeous smile, “Absolutely, hon. You got the perfect figure for it.”

“I ... I never ... I mean...”

Cindy started brushing her hair out, “Neither had I, not until a month or so ago. Then Gigi...” Cindy shrugged, “Now I just love it.”

Jolene came in and stripped to take her after-shift shower. She and Cindy and Gigi, nude, completely at ease, visited casually with Denise. Marie chimed in, “Denise is Danny Boy’s mother.”

Jolene clapped both hands to her mouth, genuinely startled, “Oh my God! My Marcie tole me ‘bout him. Denise, is it true?”

The woman was both pleased and embarrassed, “I guess. I mean I ain’t seen him ... you know ... he likes his privacy.”

Gigi spoke conversationally, “Harry tole me it’s the fattest she ever seen.”

Cindy giggled, “I may have to have to go over to Hooker, check out that Peep Show for myself.”

Denise was a little flushed; Marie judged it to be more from maternal pride than unease. She took the woman’s hand again, “Let’s go upstairs, say hello to the owner.”

In Kate’s office, Denise was still a little floored at the raunchy show, all of the backstage flesh, the talk of her son.

Kate followed her script right away, “Denise, I’ve seen a lot of girls over the past 20 years. I’ve become a pretty fair judge of talent. You should consider dancing here.”

“Well.”

“Think about it, honey. Maybe give the Saturday morning show a test drive. It’s just a bunch of teenage boys. No booze, just a friendly little show.”

Denise, like almost everyone else in town, had heard about those morning performances. So far, Danny hadn’t asked her for the ten dollars to attend one. But that would be coming; she didn’t have much doubt about that.

Marie nudged her, “Do it for a giggle. Try it once; I bet you love it.”

“Uh. Um. Okay, I’ll think about it. No promises though.”

Kate had sensed Marie’s plan the second the subject came up. She wanted Denise up there on the stage with Danny Boy right there in the audience.

The challenge: Marie didn’t have any leverage. Denise had received a generous life insurance payout following her husband’s death. However, Marie had already sensed some boredom settling in. And ‘thinking about it’ could be the first step to climbing onto that stage.

Then Kate, with her history of reading character, of assessing girls, said, “Say, stop by tomorrow morning around 9. Let Evelyn help you pick a song. We have plenty of outfits and you can have the room all to yourself. See what it feels like up there in the spotlight.”

“Nobody else here?”

“Just us girls. Evelyn and me and you.”

Kate had been through it a hundred times. Get the girl naked first thing, keep her that way, get her comfortable with the idea.

While Miss Kitty’s was now accepted by most of Sausalito, and admired by many, there were still pockets of resentment. Some citizens were honestly bothered by the mere presence of the downtown strip club. They came by their position based on personal, family, cultural beliefs.

But most of the opposition arose from religious leaders. And none was more vehemently anti-sin than the very Reverend Emanuel Luther Mosby, spiritual leader of the United Pentecostal Church of Christ Risen.

Mosby was a true believer, not a caricature of a Southern preacher. He was a large man with a deep baritone that could range from a raspy whisper to a booming voice from the depths of hell.

He had shown up one day — from rural Alabama, as it turned out. He erected a small tent and began holding revival meetings on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings. He was a gifted orator, a charismatic leader, and a prodigious fundraiser.

His original tent was replaced by a larger one; then he started construction on a real church. A vacant lot, construction materials, and volunteer labor were gifted to the cause.

His followers grew in numbers, and in the intensity of their allegiance over the years.

Once every month or so, Mosby stood behind his Sunday pulpit and railed against the den of sin and iniquity that was Miss Kitty’s. His congregation adored and, at times, feared him. Admired the passion of his faith and, once in a while, were cowed at the articulate anger that flowed from him like lava spewing from a volcano.