Chapter 4: Marie’s Little Scheme...

Marie’s little scheme to get Denise Aubert dancing at Miss Kitty’s wasn’t a crusade by any means. Just a minor test that she sometimes gave herself. In Denise’s case, Marie was simply curious — could she manipulate the newly widowed 27-year old to strip naked in public when there was no financial pressure on the woman?

It was a typical self-assignment for Marie. She would be appraising her own performance as much as she would be pushing Denise into accepting an unanticipated role.

Kate told Marie, “She came in right on time this morning. More curious than nervous. Evelyn helped her pick some music, and we got her into a vest and thong.”

“Just two pieces to lose.”

“Right. Ev taught her a couple of basic steps. Denise moves good, has a natural rhythm.”

“And she got naked?”

“Yep. Body of a teenager. Great little boobs. Her bush is way too hairy, so I told her to come back tomorrow morning and Wendy will tend to it.”

“And?”

“She agreed. I imagine you’ll want to be here for that.”

“Of course. Thanks, Kate, good work.”

To Kate, Denise was just one more girl in a long line of pussy she’d worked with over the years. But because she was a Marie project ... well, Kate would do whatever she could to get the girl to strut her stuff.

In the meantime, Denise called on Lena. “Marie Guidry is trying to get me to do a Saturday morning show at Miss Kitty’s.”

Lena laughed, “Go for it!”

“You think?”

“Look, Kate will take care of you. And you should have some fun with all those boys. Denise, you got a great little body, and you can’t live like a fucking nun the rest of your life.”

“Well.”

“And, it never hurts to be on Marie Guidry’s good side. Not in Sausalito,”

“Oh.”

Kate Broussard and Rémy’s team had spread the word about a new dancer at Miss Kitty’s. Kind of old, but very sexy. Cindy Dautrive.

Cindy felt surprisingly calm as she drove from Carver Elementary to her new job. Shirley was again working the stage, but there were now 15 or so men in the audience.

Back in the dressing room, two naked dancers were applying makeup. Carly and Monica introduced themselves and told her not to be nervous. Carly was around 20 and had a dyed blonde arrow pointing down to her pussy. Monica was bald.

Kate stopped by to check on her new hire, “Oh good, Eulalie had you shaved.”

Cindy said, “Yes ma’am. And Ray-Ray took some new pussy-wedge photos.”

Kate grinned, “You’ll be the talk of Carver by next week.”

“I know.” Cindy didn’t sound resigned, didn’t sound upset. It was what it was. And the first $1,000 from Eulalie had already been deposited into her new savings account at Sausalito First.

She stepped into a new bikini bottom — lime green — and tugged on a matching garter. She fastened a white, lacy bra. Next, one of Danny’s Sunday shirts — five buttons to unbutton one at a time. Lime-green fuck-me heels. It was time.

Carly patted her on the butt, “Know what we tell the new girls?”

“Break a leg?”

Monica giggled, “Suck a cock.”

Cindy didn’t know it, but Kate had called her three grandsons, “New girl, her name is Cindy. Take her back to the BJ Room.”

Carl, the youngest, and her favorite, teased her, “One at a time?”

Kate started to answer the smartass, then thought of Eulalie, “No, actually, all three of you at the same time. Let me know how she reacts.”

Cindy was a little surprised by the heat from the lights, but still strutted right on out. Evelyn cranked up Incense and candles and she immediately felt the beat.

She smiled broadly, feeling good, feeling sexy, and slowly unbuttoned the shirt. By the time Evelyn eased into ’Darling Nikki’ the shirt was history, her nipples were erect, and several men held out ones and, a few, five-dollar bills.

For some reason, an image of Eulalie popped into her mind. Then she immediately refocused on one of the men staring up at her. She smiled at him, slid the bikini bottom to one side and watched him slip a bill into her garter. Some men were shy, some were bolder, all were curious.

Cindy noted with interest that while everyone ran a fingertip or a knuckle up and down her pussy, no one tried to penetrate.

At the end of her number, there was some polite applause, a couple of wolf whistles. Then a young man, a boy really, handed her two twenties. Cindy was both pleased and relieved.

She put on her shirt, Danny’s shirt, without buttoning it, and led him by the hand to the fabled Blowjob Room.

“My name is Carl, my two cousins want to join us. If that’s okay, ma’am.”

She again flashed on Eulalie. Was this a setup? Another test? Then Carl said, “Kate is our grandmother; she said it was okay.”

Cindy laughed, “Well, Kate’s my boss, so let’s do it.”

He grinned and waved back to the audience area, “Here come Tim and Tom.”

The three of them — she judged them to be from around 16 to maybe 20. Polite, quietly eager, smelling clean. Cindy undressed — about 10-seconds — and watched them carefully fold up their clothes. She left her money-filled garter on.

She assessed them as every girl did with every boy. The three erect cocks were thick, but stubby. Maybe four inches.

She sat on the only chair in the room and smiled a genuinely happy smile, “Who’s first?”

Tim, or maybe Tom, stepped between her legs, throbbingly erect. Carl, the boldest one, “Okay if we touch you, Miss Cindy?”

She grinned and spread her thighs.

Then — and this was both a surprise and a first — Tom, or maybe Tim, eased his cock into her mouth beside his cousin’s. Cindy thought: ’Two cocks at the same time?’ Then: ’Why not, why the fuck not?’

She placed her hands on their butts and went to work. Physically it was a little awkward, but they were so turned on that the mechanics didn’t matter all that much. Mentally, Cindy felt marvelously alive — turned on, excited, even more naughty.

The boy on her left moaned, and she started swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. He said, “Oh!” and started spurting. Even though it had been years since she’s had anyone other than her husband, then Ray-Ray and Rémy, the sensations, the taste, the memories, came flooding back. A familiar, and surprisingly welcome sensation.

After 30 seconds or so, she focused on the other boy. Amazingly, the first one stayed erect. Youth. Cindy was pleased — she found that she adored the idea of two cocks in her mouth. In fact, she wished Gigi and Ray-Ray were there to photograph and video her. She would send it to Eulalie.

The thought of pleasing that little girl turned her on even more. She thought: ’I feel slutty. So deliciously slutty.’ As a teenager back in Louisiana, she had had a bit of a reputation. But as she grew older, and then got married, she believed she had outgrown that phase. Wrong! It was like welcoming an old friend back.

The second cousin whispered, “I’m gonna cum!” and Cindy squeezed his butt and used her tongue. Like his cousin, he stayed hard. She thought: ’Well, fuck it, I’m not on a time-clock’ and kept licking and sucking. She felt a moistness between her legs.

It hadn’t taken even 10 minutes. They were young and horny. Cindy, like she had been taught way back home, sucked and stroked, and licked up every last drop of cum.

Tim and Tom got dressed, handed her $50 each, thanked her politely and left. Carl smiled shyly at her, “I wish there’d been room for me.”

She flashed a merry smile, “Me too, honey, me too. I would have loved that.”

Carl, bolder than his cousins, held her face in his hands and face-fucked her eagerly. She could accommodate the whole thing, but just barely. She felt the force of his hanging balls slapping against her chin. She could tell he was getting close, but he was trying to disguise it. To surprise her with his load. Cindy smiled inwardly, such a boy! She squeezed his butt cheeks with both hands, encouraging him. Suddenly he couldn’t fake it any longer, “OHHHHHH!” She took her time, squeezing and licking, smiling up at him.

Carl said, “You didn’t get to cum?”

“Not quite. You can finish the job, honey.”

She smiled down at the top of his head. He was as eager as Ray-Ray had been, but a little more experienced at eating pussy. She got closer and closer; more excited about her day than being licked. She closed her eyes to concentrate, then felt it coming. She grabbed the side of Carl’s head and thrust up to meet him. “Yessss!”

He stood, looking both shy and pleased. She said, “Thank you, honey, that was wonderful.”

Back in the dressing room, she took a quick shower, then counted her loot. From her garter — $47 in ones and fives. From the BJ Room — $150, counting the three $10 tips. Almost $200 dollars just from her first appearance. And two more sets to go where the crowds would be even bigger.

Kate came in, smiling, “My little outlaws gave you an A-plus.”

“They were sweet, especially little Carl.”

“Yeah, he’s my scamp.”

“Kate?”

“Yes, dear?”

She held out the wad of cash, “I don’t want Danny seeing all of this. Because ... well, you know.”

Kate laughed, ‘Let me guess. You want to keep some of the money to yourself. And you don’t want your husband thinking about all the cocks you’re sucking.”

“Exactly!”

“I’ll put this and what you earn tonight in my desk. When you get out of school tomorrow, you can deposit it in your Eulalie account.”

“You know about that.”

“Yes, she asked me to keep an eye on you. And you’re to give me updates from Carver.”

Cindy wasn’t surprised; Eulalie wasn’t the type to leave things to chance.

Kate said, “Oh, before I forget — Ray-Ray had these printed up. He’ll start handing them out tomorrow morning.”

Cindy looked at the publicity card, her heart fluttering. It was a flattering portrait — soft lighting, good focus. She wore a devil-may-care smile. Her erect nipples poked out proudly from the see-through bra. But what everyone — god, her students — would focus on was the pussy wedge.

The bright yellow thong contrasted nicely with her natural tan, but seemed to disappear inside her full lips.

Cindy continued to stare, “So this is it.”

Kate patted the back of her hand, “You’ll be the talk of Carver by lunchtime.”

Cindy stood up straighter, “Well, it is what it is.”

Kate looked evenly at her, “Just keep Eulalie happy — that’s your main job.”

“I know, I know.”

Kate said, “Don’t bother getting dressed, dear, two of my regulars are waiting for hummers.”

Cindy beamed, “God, five in one day!”

“Oh, word is getting around about you. You’ll be even busier tonight.”

Cindy got home around midnight, tired but still flushed with excitement. She knew she would eventually settle down, but she was still basking in all of the attention. She found that she had reveled in the spotlight, had genuinely enjoyed the hungry stares, the roving fingers. She had sucked five more cocks after the second set, matching her afternoon total. After the last set, eight guys were waiting their turn.

She giggled to herself — 18 blowjobs and not one creepy guy among them. She knew that the demand had been so high because she was the new girl. And she suspected that Kate had steered some business her way. But even if she averaged just three or four a night ... well, this was turning into serious money.

Danny was waiting up, she had known he would be. He looked at her curiously, trying to gauge her mood, trying reconcile his own mixed feelings.

Cindy handed him $237 in wrinkled bills, “It won’t always be that much. It’s a new-girl thing.”

“Did you ... was there any extra...?”

“Two lap dances — I got $15 for one and $25 for the other.”

“Did they ... you know?”

“Cum? Of course. But in their pants, not on me.”

“Did anyone we know see...?”

“I recognized three guys from around town, but I didn’t know their names.”

“You ... while you were dancing ... you kept your thong...?”

“Kept my bikini on? Yes sir. But you know what? With all those men looking at me, I could only think of you. It made me hot being stared at, but if you’re too tired...”

“God no!”

As he fucked her, Cindy closed her eyes, remembering. For the last song of their last set, she and Carly had stripped completely naked, fingering each other. Then they sat side-by-side, butts on the edge of the stage while guys lined up to take a turn. The no-finger-penetration was out the window by then.

Just as Danny started pumping faster, Cindy climaxed with an image of Eulalie smiling down at her on the Miss Kitty stage.

By the time Marie had finished her second appointment of the morning and arrived at Miss Kitty’s, Wendy was just finishing up with Denise. Denise was lying on her back on a leather bench. Wendy was wiping the last of the lather from the woman’s pubic area with a washrag, and gently applying moisturizer with her fingers. Taking her time with the caressing phase as Kate had told her to.

When Marie breezed into the dressing room, she saw the stylist using two fingers, sliding up and down Denise’s pussy. The woman colored slightly when she saw Marie, “Oh. Um, hi. She was just...”

“God, you look so sexy, Denise. A bald pussy is just exactly right for you.”

Wendy kept massaging, then dipped her fingers in the jar, returned to the task. Denise looked a little embarrassed, a little thoughtful, “It feels ... I dunno ... bald ... weird.”

Kate stepped in, “Hon, I’ve seen hundreds of naked girls. You got what it takes. That magic something.”

Marie reached down and ran her knuckle over Denise’s pussy, “Smooth as a baby. Girl, you radiate sex.”

Another mini-test. Touch the woman intimately in front of two others. No gasp, no indignation; Denise just continued lying there, the center of attention. Wendy was no longer pretending to add moisturizer; she was stroking pussy just to be stroking pussy. Like with a pet kitten at home. Denise wasn’t purring, but she wasn’t objecting either.

In her own salon, and on special projects like this for Kate, Wendy had seen hundreds of naked girls. Pussies of all sizes and shapes. But more than that, she had learned to read the girls. From rebellious teenagers to nervous wives about. to have their first affair, Wendy was able to gauge the mood, the personality, the degree of adventure in each of them.

Some girls, like Cindy Dautrive, Wendy knew she’d be finger-fucking her early on. Others, like Denise, she would need to go slow, to gentle her along. As she stroked the woman she had sensed her shifting mood. A tenseness at first. Then a gradual relaxation. Now, Denise was in a passive mode. Aware that Wendy had shifted from the final salon step of adding moisturizer to simply stroking her pussy.

It wasn’t fight or flight time; Denise seemed to be partly acquiescent, partly curious. She was as exposed as a woman could be, but didn’t feel threatened, didn’t feel she was being exploited. These were professionals — a stylist and a business owner, both used to dealing with ... um, alright, pussy.

Evelyn came in and joined the circle of viewers. Another professional. Evelyn said, “I woke up thinking of you. And a different song.”

“Oh?”

“Nelly’s ‘Hot In Here.’ With your body,” she gestured down the length, “It’ll be perfect.”

Big grin, “Really?”

Kate said, “One way to find out.”

Wendy helped her up. Evelyn took her hand, led her out of the dressing room, up onto the stage. She went to the DJ booth and cranked up the sound. Marie smiled to herself; Denise had started bumping in rhythm the second Nelly came on.

Stark naked in the bright glare of the spotlight. Newly bald, dancing easily in front of Evelyn, Kate, Wendy, and Marie.

When the number ended, Evelyn came on stage and showed her a new step, a couple of new moves. “Hold the pole with your left hand. Brace the side of your left foot against it. There, like that. Now kick your right leg as high as you can. Good! Now swivel your hips back and forth so your pussy rotates.”

A couple of minutes later, Denise, Kate, and Marie were sitting in the bar area, sipping coffee. Denise was still flushed from the vigorous workout. Kate’s philosophy was playing out — get a girl naked and keep her that way. She grinned at Denise, “Saturday morning?”