Chapter 40: Allie Petrie Decided...

Allie Petrie decided to bring it to an end. Not because she was bored. Not because she was worried about Fifi. No, Allie knew she could dominate her friend again whenever she wanted, whenever the mood struck. But for now she wanted to assess how Fifi was. And then give her a rest, after which she and the boys would begin some new fun and games. Allie Petrie had plans for Fifi Dubois.

Allie nodded to Tee-Boy. He stood, walked over to the bed, and gently removed the sleep mask from Fifi’s head. Next, the earphones. Allie moved her finger off the woman’s clit, but kept her palm on her pussy, just as Tee-Boy had instinctively known to do.

Fifi’s eyes fluttered open. She saw Allie between her thighs, and said, “You.”

“Yep, me.”

“Oh. Um, how long was I ... you know?”

Tee-Boy said, “About an hour and forty-five minutes. A little less.”

Paulie, “Are you okay, Mom?”

Fifi considered the question, then gave him a glorious smile, “Never better.” She turned to Allie, “What next?”

“A nap. Then I have some plans for you.”

Paulie’s cock throbbed.

Fifi yawned mightily, then lay back, turned on her side, and closed her eyes, “Goody.”

Eulalie Guidry had matured at a rapid pace, following her sister’s lead. Marie had been a pioneer, a visionary, and Eulalie prospered in her slipstream.

Even Kate Broussard, in her sixties, had learned a lot from the Guidry sisters. Eulalie’s local protégé, Sabine Babineaux, was sopping up methods, tactics, big-picture philosophies, like a sponge. And, passing that knowledge along to Slim and CC.

So when Slim listened to Shannon Says and learned that Mavis would be heading to Miss Kitty’s, she didn’t hesitate to push the young mother even further. Slim called Jolene, “Babe, you know Mavis, know her friends and neighbors.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Try to round up two or three of her male buddies and send them to Miss Kitty’s for lunch. Mavis will be there, and you know how Kate has her new girls strip naked first thing.”

Jolene giggled, “She does do that. How about some of Mavis’s women pals too?”

“Good thinking, girl.”

As she drove from WZYD to meet Kate, Mavis was smiling as she listened to her younger son rave, “You’re sexier than all the other moms who dance there.”

“Well, I guess we’ll find out.”

“Mamacita, are you going to keep on sucking Uncle Martin off?”

“Oh, God, I dunno. Probably depends on what Slim wants.”

“Is she your boss now? I thought Miss Kate was.”

“Well, it’s sort of complicated. At Miss Kitty’s, Kate would be in charge. But Slim — well, Slim and CC — they sort of been telling me what ... what they want me to do.”

“What about your videos? I mean, my friends like Timmy an’ Roger, their moms dance at Miss Kitty’s an’ we can watch them on the website...”

“Chester, no more questions, my head is spinning.”

In Kate’s office, the owner got right down to business, “Okay, hon, strip, then we’ll head downstairs to meet Evelyn.”

The Black DJ was gracious, as she was with all the new girls. “Lady, you don’t look 29.” She flicked Mavis’s nipples, and nodded approvingly to Kate.

Kate said, “Evelyn, my Friday night crowd will be here to see the girl who sucked off her brother. And, they’ll want to see her in action. So, we’ll only need one dance number for her and Jolene.”

Evelyn nodded, “Straight to sex on stage; I get it. Okay ... we’ll go with that old standard, “I Kissed a Girl.”

Mavis said, “Katy Perry? That’s got a good beat.”

Kate said, “By the time you go on, the audience will be pretty oiled. Just try to keep in step with Jolene, strip when she strips. Then she’ll take over when you’re both naked.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good, let’s head back to the dressing room; Wendy is giving you a new cut — short and sassy.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Mavis felt things were once again moving so fast, and that she was just along for the ride. But by this time ... with Buell and the boys and, hell, probably a good portion of Sausalito, knowing about her public blowjobs ... well, she no longer felt all that uncomfortable. More curious about what would be coming next.

After a shampoo, a smart cut in an asymmetrical shag, blow dry, and a pussy touchup, Kate said, “Sandwiches are here — time for a break.”

Mavis was staring at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Since the opposite wall was also mirrored, she could view herself from the back as well. The contrasting mirrors created an infinity sensation — her image was repeated and echoed in smaller and smaller proportions.

She liked what she saw. A lot. The new shag cut made her black hair appear to be thicker and even more luxurious. Her trim figure was still her trim figure. She smiled at herself, imagining a cheering audience.

That she would be having sex with her friend and neighbor for the first time wasn’t even a consideration. Once Slim had reintroduced her to licking pussy ... well, it didn’t matter, really, whether it was Jolene Horton or a stranger.

Thinking about her coming Friday night debut made her tingle a little. She felt her nipples hardening as Kate led her from the dressing room, around the stage, to the front.

Two delivery boys were unloading po’ boys from insulated carriers. Tee-Ron did a double-take and gasped, “Mrs. Pellerin! I mean, um, hello, ma’am.”

Mavis thought: Of course. It had to be one of Alvin’s friends. Naturally. Both boys were staring openly.

Kate smiled, “Spread the word, boys. Mrs. Pellerin will make her stage debut here Friday night.”

As they eyeballed her from tip to toe, Mavis felt different than she had in front of the rope-line boys. Tee-Ron and his pal were so ... right here. And, she knew Tee-Ron, knew his parents, knew both of his sisters.

Kate winked, “Do a turn, dear.”

Mavis blushed, embarrassed and, yet, a little titillated at the same time. She felt so naked with everyone else wearing clothes. It somehow seemed more obscene, with daylight shining through the curtains, the smell of fried oysters, the muted sound of traffic outside.

She started to twirl in place, not sure what to do with her hands, then simply held them above her head like a fucking ballerina.

Evelyn continued checking the number of sandwiches off on her clipboard. Life, and commerce, went on.

When the boys left, Evelyn cranked up the sound system. Mavis didn’t wait to be told — she hopped up on the stage, and began practicing each move that the DJ was showing her.

When Jolene came in, she whispered to Kate for a moment. Kate smiled and nodded. A few minutes later the early lunch crowd started drifting in. Mostly retired guys and a few men who worked downtown. As two of her newer dancers took the stage, Kate handed Mavis a green garter, “May as well earn a few bucks since you’re here.”

“Okay, what do I do?”

“Take the lunch orders — it’ll be a beer and a sandwich.”

Mavis gestured down her body, “Like this?”

Kate winked and pulled the garter up as high as it would go, “Let ‘em brush your pussy when they tip you a dollar.”

Mavis looked at Kate; she knew this was some kind of test. The daytime dancers flaunted their tits, sometimes flashed some pussy ... but this, this was so blatant.

“Sure.”

“Put some heels on, smile and flirt, relax, and have some fun.”

Ten minutes later, Mavis knew that someone — Slim? Sabine? — was engineering things. The first customer she recognized was Mr. Handley, Chester’s history teacher. She’d sat down with him several times at teacher conferences.

As he grinned and openly ran his eyes up and down her body, she wondered briefly why the fuck he wasn’t in school. Then realized it didn’t matter.

Two neighbors came in, both more friends with Buell than Mavis, but she knew them fairly well. A mechanic she knew from the Shell Station. Then, three young mothers from her PTA group.

Mavis had been blindsided. She blushed deeply, then caught a glimpse of herself in the backbar mirror. She was instantly reminded how good she looked, how sexy she felt.

So, wearing heels and a high garter, she blithely began taking orders, serving drinks, and parceling out sandwiches. As some of the men slid a bill under her garter, she forced herself to smile and to refrain from flinching. All but a few men deliberately ran a finger up and down her pussy.

Kate and Evelyn watched approvingly from the sidelines.

The crowd was mostly gone an hour later. Kate told her, “Take your shower, then go see Slim.”

Surprisingly, sex between Mavis and Buell got better. She wasn’t sure why, but was relieved. He was a good guy; they had had a pretty good marriage, and she wanted her family life to continue as best they could. The first couple of times were angry fucks on his part, but that emotion diminished over time.

It helped, helped a lot, that Jolene was continuing to give Buell some pussy. Once, she’d even brought another dancer with her for a male-fantasy threesome.

This meant that Mavis was now feeling an exhilarating sense of freedom, a sensation she’d never experienced since the wedding, and Alvin and Chester came along, and ... married life.

It was obvious that Slim had taken charge, a change that Mavis not only didn’t resist, but relished. It was a relief to be told who, and what, to do. She cheerfully serviced Slim, and was getting better at it. Slim didn’t tell her that, but she could tell.

Slim had her fucking CC on a fairly regular basis. Sometimes she had Mavis spend the night going back and forth between mother and son.

On the home front, Buell more or less kept his mouth shut when she called to tell him she would see him the next day. Alvin, pursed-lipped, withdrew from much of the day-to-day interaction with her. Well, she hoped he’d come out of his funk, but that would be up to him.

Chester, her biggest fan, was avidly curious, hungry for details, supportive of her new life.

Mavis had had her Friday night debut at Miss Kitty’s, and it went well. Jolene was the lead dance partner, and smoothly eased them into the lovemaking phase.

Mavis was buoyed by the wildly-cheering crowd — with more than a few enthusiastic women whooping it up — and was genuinely turned on having sex on stage with another woman.

After Ray-Ray had edited the tape to a three-minute highlight reel, she gave Chester a copy. She told him, “I look good, I felt sexy, I loved the audience, I came so easily.”

“Like that first time with Slim and CC?”

Mavis laughed, “Oh Lord, no. Nothing like that. But ... well, you’ll see. “

The next morning, she could feel Chester stealing glances at her as she served breakfast to her family. On his way out the door, he whispered, “God, Mamacita, just ... God.”

Fifi woke, took a shower, brushed and fluffed, and wandered into the kitchen. She stood, posing in the doorway as Allie, Tee-Boy, and Paulie looked her up and down.

She looked at Allie, “What next?”

“Lunch. Then sex. And more sex.”

“Goody” Then, “Are you going to ... you know? Again?”

“Yes, of course. But first, we’re gonna give the boys some pussy.”

“Right. Um, Allie? Will you teach Paulie how to ... do that to me? For when you’re not here?”

“Yes, of course I’m going to. But I already told him he can only do you once a week.”

“Oh.” Fifi decided not to argue the point just then. She’d get Paulie aside and ... well, she’d determine how often she’d get to reach that magic place.

Allie smiled kindly, “You’re hooked, aren’t you, girl?”

Big lopsided grin, “Yeah, probably.”

“I know. I have some plans for you, Fifi Dubois.”

Paulie moaned.

“Will I like your plans?”

“Doesn’t matter, does it?”

Paulie’s cock throbbed and bounced wildly around.

Fifi looked at Allie for a long moment, “I’m not sure.”

“I am.”

Back in Paulie’s bed, Fifi and Allie lay on their backs holding hands. Tee-Boy was fucking Fifi, Paulie was doing Allie. Then Allie pushed him away and stood up. She smiled at her son, “Slut-fuck her, baby.”

Tee-Boy had never heard that term, but he instantly knew what it meant. He tugged Fifi’s ankles — and she scooched along herself — until her butt was resting at the end of the bed. Tee-Boy entered her swiftly, gave her a few strokes, and pulled out.

He slapped Paulie on the butt, “Go.”

The boys started taking turns. Every 30 or 40 seconds Allie grinned and said, “Switch.”

Fifi felt a jolt of unexpected pleasure. The boys were using her, using her pussy to, essentially, masturbate in. No love, no fondness even ... just a slut to beat off in. God, she loved it!

Paulie didn’t know what to think; this was so far beyond his experience. Then he started studying Fifi’s face. When he was fucking her, when Tee-Boy was. Her expression lit up every time a different cock entered her.

Tee-Boy was smiling at his mother; he had understood almost immediately what she was doing to Fifi. Reinforcing the pussy message. Telling her, “Lady, you’re just a cunt to Tee-Boy and me. You’ll do everything we want. Cunt.”

Allie was the sharpest, the most acute one in that bedroom. She understood that she could train Paulie in feather-clitting his mother. Allie would have to spell it out in words though; he wasn’t intuitive in the way Tee-Boy was.

Paulie might never reached Allie’s skill level, but each time Fifi went under it, would get easier and easier to dominate her.

Later, Allie took the boy aside to have a few frank discussions with him. Lessons.

“Honey, your mother is a wonderful woman, but essentially, she’s just pussy. Mine, of course. And Tee-Boy’s. But she can be your pussy too. Don’t you just love the idea of having your own personal cunt? And Fifi wants that too. She may not realize it quite yet, but you’ve seen how Tee-Boy and I can do whatever we want with her.”

He nodded, a little uncertainly.

Allie was a pretty good reader, a judge of character. She’d seen the curiosity, the hunger, in Paulie’s eyes when she was doing his mom.

She smiled at him and spoke conversationally, “God, I never knew how slutty your mother was.”

Paulie was staring, open-mouthed.

“You’d enjoy fucking a slut, wouldn’t you, Paulie?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She placed a palm on his butt, “You love it that your mom’s a cunt, don’t you, baby?”

“Um, I dunno. Maybe.”

She squeezed him, “Paulie.”

“Um, yes, yes I do, Mrs. Petrie.”

“Do what?”

His cock was throbbing wildly, “I like it that Mom’s a slutty cunt!”

“Good boy. Later, I’m going to teach you how to make her even sluttier.”

“Really?”

“Really. I promise.”

Allie wasn’t sure why she was pushing things so far with the Dubois family. It wasn’t meanness; she liked Fifi. But at the same time, she was curious how far she could take them.

Fifi was susceptible; Paulie was receptive.

Her shyness had been a sign, a signal, of submissiveness. It was in her nature, in her eagerness to please Kate, to agree to be the first to fuck her own son, to participate in the mini-gang bang.

And Paulie ... he was obviously overwhelmed by the major life changes since his mother had first agreed to dance at those Saturday morning shows. He was in awe of her, in love, sort of, with Tee-Boy, and, overall, so easy to manipulate.

Allie didn’t have any ill will toward either one of them. But she wanted to have some fun. She wanted Tee-Boy to enjoy the ride also. It should be interesting, no, fascinating, to see how far they could push Fifi and Paulie.

Fifi Dubois was certainly no Rhodes scholar. But she was no bimbo either. She had gone to Kate Broussard willingly, with her eyes open. She knew, hell, the town knew, that the Saturday morning dancers performed in front of their own sons.

A given. A stipulation. An iron-clad requirement. Fine. She could use the extra money, but really, Donny did just fine offshore. So, what was it? An itch? Remembrance of more carefree days? A genuinely strong sex drive that Donny — that, really, no one man could meet? A vague tick-tock of time passing her by?

Yeah, probably all of that and more.

She was still young; guys still hit on her; she still enjoyed the attention. She still had that angelic face that had temporarily disguised the burning lust she felt in middle school and high school. That delicious ache she was feeling even stronger these days.

But her current walk on the wild side had to have been more than the sum of its parts. Fifi had made a conscious decision to go to work for Kate. Knowing the immediate consequences — dancing and fucking around with another girl in front of Paulie. But more than that, she had known, or at least anticipated, that the Saturday morning escapades could well be only the first step.

If Kate eventually hired her to dance a regular shift at Miss Kitty’s, that meant the Blowjob Room. And that meant Sausalito would know. Donny would know. Paulie would know.

Fine.

The Saturday morning shows, Paulie in the audience, licking pussy in front of all those naked boys ... that had indeed led her to the Dirty Dozen. To where she now was. But where, exactly, was that?

The first time Tee-Boy did her, did the clit thing, she instantly flashed back to his mother, to Allie, doing her on stage. Fifi’s reaction? Mixed. Amusement that Allie had decoded her so easily. And had passed the formula along to her son.

Gratitude too. Tee-Boy had taken her farther than Allie had. He had her alone in Paulie’s bed, no audience, no timetable.