Chapter 52: Ray-Ray — Son of Gigi Fontenot...

Ray-Ray — son of Gigi Fontenot, the mayor and longtime dancer at Miss Kitty’s; ace videographer for Kate Broussard; onetime protégé for Eulalie Guidry — decided to try to fuck each of the Calendar Girls. Honey Calhoun and a couple of others had already offered to give him some pussy after the calendar came out.

He asked his mother about the plan. Gigi could see how serious he was, how important it seemed to him, and she played it straight, “Sure, honey go ahead. You already got that room at the Cajun Arms. An’ those girls like you; they’re already in the habit of doing what you tell them.”

Then she winked, “An’ take video too — Ray-Ray an’ the Calendar Girls.”

Being conscientious, he asked his boss, Kate Broussard, for permission. She just laughed, “Go ahead, honey, I’m already bored with the little sluts.”

That night as she was leaving for work, Gigi told him, “If any of those girls tries to back out, just let me know. After I talk with them, they’ll come begging to fuck you.”

Ray-Ray, having grown up with a courageous mother, having prospered under Eulalie’s tutelage, and having gained confidence manipulating Kate’s girls, found the project to be refreshingly easy.

He called Velma Babin first. She was the chattiest, most social of the girls, and he knew she’d spread the word.

“Hi Velma, how’s eight tomorrow morning at the Studio for you?”

“Jess fine, hon, he’ll be at work by then.”

“Good, I’m in the mood for some pussy.”

Ray-Ray realized after the fourth or fifth girl that his concerns had been silly. All of them had already been fucked by CC, Alain, and Wolf. To them, he was just one more teenage boy for them to have another little adventure with.

And, none of them thought anything about it when he turned on the video cameras. They’d all been filmed having sex with themselves, with each other, with the Studio boys. He edited the footage down to just over a minute. The finished version showed him fucking each of them precisely as they climaxed.

It could have been any teenage boy’s beat-off fantasy, and occasionally it was for Ray-Ray. But what interested him more, excited him more, was his mastery, his control over the girls. With the exception of Honey, who now belonged to Slim Hebert, they would fuck whoever he told them to whenever they could get away.

And, despite a lack of formal commitment from a few of them, they would be performing live, outdoors, with some spectators, for the X-rated calendar. Each and every one of them.

As a pleasant sidebar, Ray-Ray was becoming a better lover, more attuned, more conscientious. Gigi watched some of the raw footage from the Cajun Arms and gave him advice here and there. Some of it was techniques she’d learned over the decades. But most of it boiled down to, “Forget about yourself. Concentrate on her, An’ not jess her clit. Her mood, her needs, her quirks. Study her, learn her, use her.”

Of all of the twelve of them, plump little Velma Babin had become his favorite. She tried to act casual, act like she wasn’t all that excited, but Velma was the neediest one of them all. And that raw hunger, that latent insecurity, that little-girl desire to please ... all of that sparked something in Ray-Ray. Turned him on more than the act of sex itself.

Jeannine Bastante got the call from Darlene Pellerin on a Sunday morning. Darlene was the 15-year-old head waitress at Contrary Mary’s. “Good news, Jeannine, we gonna hire Maggie now that she’s turned 14.”

Jeannine whooped in delight, “Oh God, thank you, Darlene, thank you, thank you! She’ll be great. She’s a hard worker, does okay in school.” She lowered her voice, “She’ll do whatever you want. An’ I mean whatever. I will pure-D see to that, yes ma’am.”

“When did she turn 14?”

“July 4th. Uh ... about three months ago.”

“Good. Okay. Jeannine, you need to go down to John Lee Hooker, get things set up with Mrs. Brody. She does the work/study thing.”

“Yes ma’am, consider it done.”

“Have Maggie report to me on Wednesday, say around 9 in the morning. I’ll get her started on a training session. She can work the lunch shift.”

“Yes ma’am. Now, what about her little pussy? Want me to run her by Wendy’s?”

“No, don’t bother. I’ll check her out on Wednesday, see what I wanta do to her. Hair, makeup, pussy.”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you so much!”

Jeannine Bastante was more nervous than her daughter as she dropped Maggie off for her first day at Contrary Mary’s. “Sure you don’ wan’ me to come in? Help you get settled?”

Weary sigh, “Mama.”

Up the front steps, through the wide open double doors, into the honey-colored light of the main room. The not-unpleasant smell of grease and burgers and beer. Maggie’s first step into adulthood.

Darlene Pellerin greeted her warmly. Her initial impression was positive. The little Cajun girl didn’t seem too nervous. More curious than anything as she looked around, seeing the room from a new perspective.

Darlene led her over to the private room, the room where they hosted parties for the Calendar Girls, the Dirty Dozen, and others. She smiled at the girl, “Show me whatcha got, honey.”

“Oh sure. Yes ma’am.”

Maggie unbuttoned her white blouse. Unzipped her plaid skirt. Kicked off her sneakers and socks. Turned her bra around, unhooked it. Slid her white panties down. Stood there, cheeks a little warm, but obviously comfortable in her own skin.

Darlene had hired probably a dozen girls since Eulalie promoted her to manager. Well, manager of the waitresses anyway. She didn’t run the place; Mrs. Conrad who had been there almost 30 years was the manager-manager.

Darlene looked the girl up and down. So typical and so special at the same time. Cajun coloring, a little lighter than copper. Skin a bit paler where her bikini had been. That same gloriously white smile all the other waitresses had.

Maggie was a little taller than average, around 5’ 6”. Nice wide shoulders, good posture for a teenager. Smallish boobs like so many Cajun girls, about the size of oranges. Pink nipples that turned up a little. Excellent.

She had a flat tummy, the kind that came from a fortunate gene pool. Darlene put her hands around the girl’s waist. Her fingers could almost touch.

“Turn around, hon.”

Darlene patted her butt — nice and taut. Excellent.

“Face me again.”

Maggie’s legs were slender and shapely. Narrow feet with scarlet-red nail polish neatly applied.

Her black pubic hair had been recently, and quite neatly, trimmed into a little heart shape. “Nice.”

“Thanks, Mama did it first thing this morning.”

“What’s your daddy think, you working here?”

“Oh, he hates it.” Shrug. “But Mama...”

“She runs the house?”

Maggie looked surprised, “Acourse.”

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do this morning. A couple of girls from Wendy’s will come here, give you a makeover.”

“Oh.”

“Ray-Ray Fontenot will take some before and after pictures of you. New hairdo, bald pussy, the works.”

The girl nodded as if that made perfect sense. “Oh sure, I know Ray-Ray. ‘Bout everyone does.”

Darlene gathered up Maggie’s clothes and shoes, “I’ll go put these in a locker for you. Be right back.”

Leaving the little girl naked; a tactic she’d learned from Kate Broussard. Maggie looked around the room; she’d never been in the private sanctum. Several chairs, a small bed — what was that for? — and a flatscreen TV. A sink and hair dryer in one corner.

Ray-Ray breezed in, “Hi there, Maggie. Congratulations on the job.”

She beamed, so proud to have been selected. She looked down her body, gestured, “Is this ... does it look okay?”

“You’re a sexy little piece of ass, and you know it.”

Her grin widened.

He raised his camera, “Smile a lot, that’s important. Good. Now move around, show me different angles ... good, good, good.”

She didn’t question the nude photography; it wouldn’t have occurred to her. Even though she was only a year or so younger than Ray-Ray and Darlene, they seemed like grownups to her. They’d been out in the world. Darlene was the manager. Ray-Ray photographed the Calendar Girls, the Dirty Dozen, no telling who all.

Darlene came back with two Korean girls from the salon. They stood off to the side to watch the shoot. Ray-Ray said, “Okay, sit in that chair ... good girl.” He knew from working with the Calendar Girls how easily he could manipulate her. “Okay, Maggie, now bring your feet up by your butt; we wanta see that cute little pussy.”

Darlene kept a straight face; she knew Ray-Ray was just having fun, and she was curious how far he’d push her.

“Excellent. Now stand up, I’m starting the video. Look at me, tell me about yourself.”

Maggie continued to be relaxed; she acted as if she were used to being naked in front of four people, two of whom were strangers.

Ray-Ray nodded to Wendy’s girls, “She’s all yours.”

He and Darlene watched as they performed their magic. They cut and restyled her long black hair into a bob — bangs in front, and the sides curled up at the chin line. Darlene nodded approvingly — the girl’s face made her look about 10-years old. A subtle foundation, some concealer and blush ... even younger.

A complete Brazilian, fore and aft; Maggie’s first. The bald pussy reinforced the youthful look even more. They applied a tinge of color on her pussy, a slightly brighter pink on her nipples.

The girls stepped back, evaluating their work. Ray-Ray said, “Stick around, she may need a touchup later.”

He nodded Maggie to the same chair as before, and she obediently brought her feet up to her butt. Spread her knees without being told.

“Are you a virgin, Maggie?”

Deep blush, “Yeah, Mama don’ want me to waste it on some pimply-assed boy.”

Darlene said, “She’s absolutely right, dear. What about blowjobs? Are you sucking cock yet?”

Big sigh, “Mama made me wait ‘til I was 14.” Shrug, “She’s ole-fashioned, Mama.”

“But now...?”

Maggie brightened, “I suck off three boys regular. Dickie an’ Tee-Rob an’ his brother. Cap.” She sat up straighter, “Dickie and Cap are in high school.”

“Very good. Now, do you know the policy here?”

“Mama said, I can’t suck any customers off, that’s not allowed.”

“Did she tell you what you can do?”

“Yes, ma’am — jack them off in their car.”

“That’s right. Now let me explain what the tipping policy is here. All you girls turn in your tips at the end of the shift.”

Maggie nodded.

“Then the pool of money is divided evenly — all the girls, the dishwashers, the fry cooks — everyone gets the same amount.”

“Okay.”

“But you girls get to keep your handjob tips all to yourself.”

Maggie grinned.

“But no sucking cock, no matter how much they sweet-talk you.”

She raised her hand.

“Yes dear?”

“Why is that, ma’am? I mean they love blowjobs so much? Boys?”

“You’re familiar with Miss Kitty’s BJ Rooms?”

“Yes ma’am, everyone is.”

“Well, those girls get paid $40 plus tips. We can’t have our waitresses sucking cock for $10, $15, $20. Wouldn’t be fair to Miss Kitty’s.”

“Oh. Sure. I see.”

Darlene turned to Ray-Ray, “What else you need?”

He pointed to the bed, “Maggie, go lie down and play with yourself. I need to see you cum.”

She raised her hand again.

“Yes?”

“Kin I lie on my tummy? That’s how I usually...”

“No, honey. I need your face in the video. I need to see what you look like when you climax.”

“Oh. Sure. Okay. That makes sense.”

As Ray-Ray had known from his time with the Calendar Girls, Maggie wouldn’t offer the slightest resistance to the outrageous edict. Her only question had been about the mechanics of the scene.

She strolled casually over to the bed and lay down on her back. Smiling up at Ray-Ray. Darlene and the spa girls watched with interest as she reached down between her thighs.

It didn’t take long. Ray-Ray recognized the way her eyes began to glaze over. Her cheeks colored and her breath caught. She played with one nipple, then the other as she fingered herself a little faster. Then, a soft, breathy, “Ohhhh.”

She lay still for a few moments, then blinked her eyes open. Smiled up at him, “How was that?”

“Very good, Maggie, very, very good. But don’t stop now. I want to see the slut in you come out. Cum some more, cum harder.”

Big grin, “Yes sir!”

Ray-Ray edited the tape down to about 40 seconds. It showed Maggie masturbating wildly, with closeups of her face as she climaxed and climaxed. When she viewed it the next morning, she was riveted, enthralled. “Kin I send it to Mama? She’s real curious ‘bout it.”

“Of course.”

Darlene took Maggie to the small changing room and handed her the new thong and top. She ran the back of her middle finger up and down the girl’s pussy, “You’re only the second one to be able to wear the tiniest thong.”

That red thong covered the essentials, but just barely. As it was designed to do. It perfectly matched the toenail polish that the salon girls had applied. The word CUNT was so narrow that customers had to look closely to be able to read it.

The white crop top covered the girl’s nipples, but with not a lot of material to spare.

Darlene patted her butt, “Good to go.”

When Maggie came back from her fourth visit to Contrary Mary’s parking lot, Darlene winked at her, “You’re popular today.”

Maggie blushed as she readjusted her thong, “It’s ‘cause I’m new.”

“Yeah, partly. But also because you’re one fine piece of ass.”

“Thank you.”

“Come into the changing room — new clothing policy.”

“Really? What?”

‘Come on.”

Maggie was wearing a yellow thong with CUNT spelled out in neon green letters. Darlene handed her a matching green garter.

Maggie giggled and pulled it up on her thigh, straightening it out.

Darlene shook her head, “Tsk tsk.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Think about it.”

Maggie frowned, looked down, looked at herself in the mirror, shook her head, “I give.”

Darlene grinned and pulled the garter up as high as it would go. Then she folded a dollar and slid it under the garter. At the same time, she slipped two fingers under Maggi’s thong and rubbed her pussy.

The little girl gasped and laughed with delight, “Of course!”

Darlene eased a fingertip in, tapped her clit, “Let ‘em do this for a couple, three seconds.”

“Yes ma’am!”

Darlene kept rubbing, “But no more penetration. I wanta save your cherry. I talked with Jeannine about it.”

Maggie was growing moister, her voice a little gravely, “What’d Mama say?”

“She agreed. Some important men come in here, time to time.” She circled the girl’s clit. “We gonna save you for someone special.”

Maggie closed her eyes, “Ma’am?”

“Yes dear?”

“I’m about to cum, me.”

Using her other hand, Darlene pulled the thong all the way down.

Once, under Tilda’s direction, little Tee-Joe had sucked Tommy off. Then the dynamics in the three-boys’ bedroom in Tilda’s house shifted. She already had them sleeping, nude, in the same bed. Just like Celine Boudreaux did with her three sons.

And now that cooler weather had finally arrived, cuddling and snuggling had become not only more comfortable, but a relief. Shared body heat warmed the chilly bedroom.

Tilda told Cathy, “Tee-Joe sucks ‘em both off at bedtime. I’m letting Tee-Ron and Tommy get away with it for now.”

“You want me to talk to Tommy? He still listens to me.” Grin, “Even though you stole my baby boy.”

“Well, you got my little cunt so I figure we’re even. But I want those other two to decide on their own. It’s not fair to Tee-Joe an’ they know it.”

“They’re good boys, Tilda, they’ll come around.”

“They better.”

Back in Sausalito, Honey Calhoun didn’t even bother to check with Slim Hebert. She told Kate, “I’m in. You can count on me for next year’s calendar.” The X-rated version.

Kate smiled ruefully, “Honey, did you really think you had a choice? Belonging to Slim?”

Honey grinned; she loved being Slim’s little slut.

Velma Babin drove over to Honey’s; Cliff was on the road again. After they had made love for the second time, Velma, lying in Honey’s arms, said, “Well, if you’re gonna do the calendar, I guess I am too.”

“Of course you are. I mean, you’re the sluttiest one of all of us.”

There was some truth to that. Lately, Velma had been calling Ray-Ray every once in a while. Asking if he wanted some pussy, or if one of the other boys would be available.

Maggie Bastante had worked the breakfast and lunch shifts. As she was changing to go home, Darlene stuck her head in the changing room, “Hon, your mama picking you up?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Ask her to drive you by Ray-Ray’s; he wants a blowjob.”

“Really? Me?” Maggie hugged herself in glee.

“Take off all your clothes — he likes his little cocksuckers to be naked.”

“Oh sure, oh sure, oh sure.”

Then Darlene called Ray-Ray, “You home? Good. I sent you a little surprise.”

Jeannine Bastante was grinning as she drove, “Ray-Ray Fontenot! That’s big time, little Miss Maggie. He’s a much bigger deal than those high school boys.”

“I know, Mama, I feel so lucky.”

“Did Darlene say anything else?”

“Just to undress, that’s what he likes.”