Chapter 53: Three Days Later...

Three days later, Jeannine hadn’t heard from Ray-Ray. Neither had Maggie. Jeannie waited until school let out, and called him.

“What are you going to do with my tape?”

“Hi, Jeannine, I’m glad to hear from you.”

“Well?”

“I just finished editing it. Tell you what, meet me at Mary’s, and I’ll show it to you.”

“Now?”

“Now.”

He hadn’t answered her question, but she wanted to see him. And to see herself in action. She knew she looked good, the camera usually liked her. And he was a skilled editor. As passionate and aroused as Maggie had been, Ray-Ray]s final version was still flattering to her in every way.

Once again, Jeannine found herself driving her car to meet a fucking 15-year-old boy. Well, she could hardly invite him to her house. But she knew that was beside the point. She was acting like a teenager herself, scurrying to another booty call.

Maggie was surprised to see her, “Hi, Mama.” She looked around, “Is Ray-Ray coming?”

“Yeah, he’s gonna show me that video.”

“Oh.” Maggie knew not to tease her mother; understood how important Ray-Ray had become in her life. Mother and daughter weren’t besties, but they’d always been pretty open with each other. Covered for each other with Chet.

Maggie led her to the party room, pointed up at the flatscreen, “There.”

“Oh.” Jeannine hadn’t considered the venue. Had assumed she’d be watching on his cell. “Oh.”

Maggie kissed her on the cheek, “I’ll send him right back.”

Jeannine looked at her daughter. Bursting out of that crop top and thong. Bursting with sex. Ripe. She suddenly knew —- just _knew_ that Ray-Ray would be taking the little girl’s cherry. Done deal.

He strolled in, school backpack over his shoulders. Those brown eyes. He didn’t hug Jeannine, just cupped her chin and kissed her. His tongue searched hers out. Fuck, could he kiss!

He did some digital fiddling around, and the screen lit up. A closeup of Jeannine’s face as she was obviously climaxing. Bam! First fucking thing, she’s cuming. The shot panned back, revealing her body, her masturbating, her series of orgasms.

Jeannine stared up at the screen, mesmerized, turned on, utterly unembarrassed.

The scenes began to segue seamlessly, one into the other. Ray-Ray eating her, teasing her, toying with her body and her mind. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen.

She was sucking him, greedily slurping, eagerly bobbing her head up and down.

He was fucking her, standing on the floor at the end of the bed, her legs over his slender shoulders. She had her eyes squeezed shut, thrashing her head back and forth, “Please, please, please, please.”

The video ended where it had begun, with Jeannine finger-fucking herself. Another close-up of her face as she climaxed.

Ray-Ray sat back, curious about her reaction.

Jeannine was still staring up at the now-blank screen. She cleared her throat, turned her head to look directly into his eyes. Her voice came out a whisper, “I liked it.” She shook her head, “I _loved_ it.”

“Good girl.”

“What will you do with it?”

“Already sent it to you.”

“Oh. Maggie?”

“Up to you.”

“Are you going to show it to anyone else?”

“Up to you. Well, I already showed it to my mother. I show her everything.”

This didn’t bother Jeannine, not in the least. “What did Gigi say?”

“She thinks you’re hot. So do I.”

“Do you? Really?”

“You know I do.”

“Are you gonna post it?”

“Up to you.”

“What about your friends?”

“Up to you.”

“Ray-Ray?”

“Jeannine.”

“You are going to call me again? Aren’t you?”

“Of course I am.”

Somehow Jeannine was able to refrain from asking him when.

Ray-Ray had gone through the proper channels. Had asked Kate for permission to approach Slim Hebert. Had asked Slim if he could have Honey Calhoun for a morning. “Sure, kid, she’s all yours.”

He telephoned Jeannine at seven on a Tuesday night. He knew Chet was home; they were probably having dinner.

“Tomorrow morning, seven o’clock,”

She lowered her voice, “Anything else?”

“No. My friend and I’ll be waiting.”

“Who?”

The question Ray-Ray had been expecting. No refusal to participate in a threesome. No complaints about the last-minute directive. Just curiosity.

“You’ll see.”

Ray-Ray had selected Honey for a variety of reasons. He liked envisioning the contrast: blonde hair, pale skin / black hair, dark skin. He also thought their pussies were similar — both in their little-girl appearance and their big-girl responsiveness. And, he liked the idea that while Jeannine would know who Honey was from the calendar, they had never met.

He wanted his woman to be licking the pussy of a stranger.

His only instructions to Honey had been, “Make Jeannine the center of attention.”

Honey giggled, “You want her cuming til she begs us to stop.”

“That bother you?”

“Hah! What if it did, Ray-Ray? Slim gave me to you. You can do whatever you want with me.”

Jeannine climbed the stairs at the Cajun Arms feeling a mixture of nerves and curiosity. What wasn’t present? Any feeling of resentment. She was past that. The phone rang. Ray-Ray told her when and where. She made up some lie to Chet. She shaved her legs. She got in her car and drove to meet Ray-Ray. Another booty call. So fucking what? She was having the time of her life. Felt more alive than she had since she was first starting to experiment with sex.

When Honey opened the door, nude and smiling sunnily, Jeannine simply thought: _Oh, another girl. Well, okay. She hadn’t been in bed with a girl since before she was married. But she had had a couple of flings. So, okay._

“HI there, Jeannine, I”m Honey Calhoun.”

Ray-Ray cupped her chin again and gave her a brief hello-kiss. Jeannine undressed automatically. No coyness, no buildup necessary. She’d driven across town to have sex. And here she was.

After a couple of minutes in bed, she realized that she was the object, the plaything, the object, the toy. _Well, okay._

Ray-Ray had given her the longest foreplay session she’d ever had. Back on her first booty call at his house. It was the best pussy-licking she’d ever experienced.

But she quickly realized that Honey Calhoun was in another league. Ray-Ray had driven her slightly bonkers, but Honey...

Even as her excitement grew, Jeannine felt a strange lassitude settling over her. A melting away of concerns, a letting go, an unclenching. Honey guided the boy into her; she kept caressing Jeannine’s clit. Ray-Ray ejaculated and pulled out; Honey replaced him with her mouth.

Jeannine was long past being aware of the cameras, of the passing of time, of the achingly sweet relief Honey was giving her in wave after wave of orgasms.

From Honey’s point of view, it felt strangely like she was fingering and licking her own pussy. How odd. Nothing to worry about, nothing to slow her down. Jeannine was one sexy little dish, no question, but compared with Slim...

For his part, Ray-Ray was mostly pleased with Jeannine. Especially her immediate submissiveness, her willingness to surrender her body to them. As he had anticipated, and as he wanted, they were able to get her to the point of sobbing. Of begging for a rest.

At the same time, her pleas weren’t as desperate, as frantic as he had hoped. It wasn’t like Jeannine had some kind of super willpower that outfoxed him. It was more like she had almost willingly given up some core part of her being. Had surrendered her body and her need to maintain even a semblance of control.

He asked Gigi about it as they watched the raw video. She, too, had been a little puzzled. “The little cunt surprised me. You guys didn’t scare her; she didn’t even get too nervous.”

She pecked Ray-Ray on the cheek, “Jeannine is 27 — that means her sex drive is at an all-time high.” Gigi winked, “She’s yours now, baby, all yours.”

Ray-Ray, Jeannine, and Honey watched the tightly-edited video at Contrary Mary’s. Jeannine couldn’t take her eyes off herself as she watched the two of them use every inch of her body, front and back, tip to toe. She stared as they drove her, soaring, into an ecstatic fever dream.

She had felt like, and now looked like, pure pussy. Not an adult wife and mother, not a mature woman. Just pussy. Ripe, wet, slutty pussy. Jeannine loved, loved, loved it.

Honey said, “Ray-Ray, could I have a copy? To show Sabine and CC?”

“Up to Jeannine.”

Jeannine, “Fuck yes, you can. What you guys did to me...” She just shook her head.

Ray-Ray, while pleased with the way the affair was proceeding, was still vaguely a little disappointed. Jeannine had been too easy. Maybe he’d ask Sabine if he could borrow both Slim and CC. It would be interesting to see what the three of them could do to the woman.

Ray-Ray was fucking Jeannine in the missionary position for a change. Later, he said, “Have Maggie text me when she’s working the breakfast shift.”

She smiled up at him fondly, “A hummer on your way to school.”

She wasn’t jealous of Maggie, not in the least. Yes, she was younger and hotter and riper; and Ray-Ray would start fucking her one day pretty soon. But Maggie wasn’t Jeannine, wasn’t a married mother, wasn’t cheating on a husband.

In fact, she was proud of Maggie. Ray-Ray could easily be fucking any of the 20 or 25 other young Cajun waitresses. They all knew his backstory — Gigi, Eulalie, Kate, Darlene. But he had chosen Maggie. And Jeannine knew — knew it in her bones — it was because she was her daughter.

She also didn’t know how many, if any, of the Calendar Girls he was still fucking. Didn’t know and didn’t care. She, Jeannine, was the one he kept calling. If she were going to be jealous of anyone, it would be Gigi. She could see, hell, everyone could see, how he looked at her with those adoring puppy eyes.

But Gigi, as sexy and as casually arousing as she was around him, wasn’t Jeannine’s competition. In fact, she openly encouraged her son to enjoy her. Just the other morning, she’d patted Jeannine on the butt and spoke fondly, affection in her voice, “I love it that you can do anything you want to this silly little cunt.”

Jeannine had grinned, “Anything and everything.”

Ray-Ray had gotten into the habit of driving his little Vespa a few blocks out of the way to stop by Contrary Mary’s on his way to school. But only on those mornings that Maggie had the breakfast shift.

When Darlene or one of the girls spotted him parking his Vespa, they’d call out, “He’s here, Maggie.”

“Oh thanks.” As she skipped off to the party room, she might say something like, “Manny wants double-fires this morning.”

“Don’t forget your mouthwash.”

“Oh, right.”

Then she’d strip off her thong and top, sit down and start fingering herself. Ray-Ray liked her to cum while she sucked him. Jeannine had asked her, curious, “Do you ever fake it?”

“Not that often. He usually has me take my time ... you know ... draw it out, make it last.”

“But he does cum?”

“Oh sure, every time.”

Sometimes, when they weren’t jammed, one or two of the other girls would slip into the room to watch. Maggie wasn’t sure why, but that gave her a little extra thrill. She was proud that Ray-Ray chose her anyway, but it often made it even easier for her to cum when she had an audience.

She knew she was attractive, sexy; knew men lusted after her, but that was true of all of the waitresses at Mary’s. That’s why Darlene hired them; they were imminently fuckable. But she was the only one that Ray-Ray had chosen to blow him.

And that counted for a lot.

Ray-Ray usually had Jeannine come to his house. Well, Gigi’s house. He was saving the Cajun Arms for special occasions.

One Monday she was startled, and oddly pleased, to see a sexy, but very flattering photo of herself hanging in the boys’ bedroom. It had been taken the first time Ray-Ray had had her come to the motel.

Jeannine studied the picture closely. She was lying on her back in the middle of the bed, finger in her pussy. She was in the middle of an obvious orgasm and the camera had captured her at just the precise moment. Her face was distorted in pleasure, yet she still looked good — sexy and oh so fuckable.

Ray-Ray had enlarged it to 24-inches tall, matted it, and framed it.

What made her swell with pride was that it was hung next to a similarly-sized photo of Gigi herself. Ray-Ray had taken it at night, on Miss Kitty’s stage, the cheering audience blurred in the background. Gigi was nude — her thong was lying on the floor — and was doing the vertical splits, her left leg extended high, her foot resting on the pole. Sex personified.

Jeannine looked from one to the other. Turned to Ray-Ray, “I’m flattered.”

“You’re sexy, that’s what you are.”

Gigi lived in a small three-bedroom ranch-style house, typical of her modest Sausalito neighborhood. The mother of four boys, she had had the two younger ones in one bedroom; Ray-Ray and his older brother in the second one. But after she was elected mayor, she moved all four into one bedroom. And converted the other into a combination office for her and a darkroom for Ray-Ray. Who continued to develop and print his own pictures despite now taking most of them digitally.

Jeannine didn’t have any boys — just Maggie — but she could imagine them in that cramped bedroom, staring up at the two large jack-off photos.

Gigi was sometimes home when Jeannine was there. He had taken to sending his guest out to talk with his mother while he was recovering between bouts. For some reason, Jeannine felt no embarrassment, not a shred, when she padded naked out to the kitchen or living room or office to visit.

The two women weren’t becoming friends, not exactly, but Gigi’s estimation of the ‘silly little cunt’ had gone way up. And, it wasn’t unusual for Gigi to come home, realize that Jeannine was there, and breeze into the boys’ room to watch for a minute or two.

Even the first time it had happened — Jeannine was in an unflattering position on all fours, her butt up in the air, taking it from behind — she had simply gasped out, “Oh, hi Gigi.”

One afternoon Jeannine walked out of his bedroom and found Gigi in her office. “Ray-Ray wants a picture of the two of us.”

Gigi shook her head in mock exasperation, “One twisted boy.”

She stripped as casually as if she were in her own private bathroom. Jeannine admired the woman’s poise. And thought: _As many people who have seen her naked at Miss Kitty’s over the years... _

She had a taut dancer’s body, her tanned tummy every bit as flat as Jeannine’s. Hardly any sag to her tits, even after four boys. Her pussy was freshly bald; Kate had her girls get regular touchups. Jeannine studied her openly and thought proudly: _Not many towns have a mayor like this._

Gigi smiled, “Where you want us, Ray-Ray?”

“Sunshine. Outside.” He had a real camera, a Canon SLR. It was the first time Jeannine had seen him without his cell phone. She started toward the kitchen which led to the little back yard. Ray-Ray said, “Out front.”