Chapter 55: Because Chase Windsor...

Because Chase Windsor was Chase Windsor, he didn’t dismiss his five guests once they had agreed to do the sex show in New York. Well, Sabine wouldn’t go on the trip, but she’d be responsible for prepping the others.

Once the formalities were behind them, Chase nodded at Eulalie. It was around 2:30. She handed out menus, “Select whatever looks good, and I’ll order room service. Wine included, since you won’t be driving home.”

It was soon obvious that Sabine and company were overwhelmed by the ocean of choices, by some of the strange dishes on the menu. Eulalie graciously took over the selection process.

“Let’s see. Maggie, I bet you’ll love the Windsor Court Salad with shrimp. And some crayfish gumbo over jasmine rice. Followed by ... ah, roasted chicken.”

She went down the list, ordering for everyone, including Regis Ova Caviar for Chase and her. She purposely went overboard so that the guests could sample the widest variety of dishes.

Four waiters and a maître d’hôtel wheeled in cart after cart. Her guests stared, spellbound, as they converted the portable trolleys into linen-covered tables. They poured water, lifted copper domes, and plated the appetizer and salad courses. The supervisor opened wine for Eulalie’s approval, rearranged flowers, and gave the array one nod — satisfactory.

None of the servers seemed to notice the naked little girl.

Eulalie signed with a smile and a, “Very well done. Thank you ever so much.”

Chase once again effortlessly took over the conversational duties, drawing each guest out. Expressing keen interest in even the most mundane aspects of their lives.

Working in tandem with Chase, Eulalie had them sharing bites of this, tastes of that. That the caviar was such a big hit didn’t surprise her. These were Cajuns, three of them raised in the bayous; all of them used to dining on the bounties of the sea.

It was the meal of a lifetime, the day of a lifetime. And, it forever bonded Jeannie and Maggie Bastante to Eulalie. Who had some additional plans for the mother/daughter team after New York.

For Chase and Eulalie, it was just one event in a hectic week, in a jam-packed month. They would make a tidy profit from the incestuous sex show, but their real target was a cousin of the New York client. The Cajun exhibition was merely one step in drawing him closer to the net.

The activities with Slim and CC, with Jeannine and Maggie, with the guests who participated and those who merely watched, would all be captured by cameras hidden throughout the 15-room apartment. Cameras placed by the client’s security team during their daily sweep for audio and video bugs.

On the drive back to Sausalito, the passengers were mostly quiet, lost in their own thoughts. Sabine was thinking of the $10,000 Eulalie was paying her to organize and train the performers. Slim was thinking about what the fuck she would wear in New York, while CC couldn’t get his mind off of the airplane ride.

Jeannine was rolling the word _whore_ around in her mind and trying to decide how she felt about the concept. The $10,000 she and Maggie would earn ... welcome money, very welcome, no question. But letting strangers fuck her? Then she smiled to herself. Who was she trying to kid? She’d already let those two boys down in the bayous do her ... so, she began speculating on the number of men and women who would want her in New York. She felt a moistness as she imagined a line of naked people waiting their turn. At 27, Jeannine was at the peak of sexual need.

Maggie. Maggie was thinking of Chase. She was so delighted that he’d let her suck him off. Part of her wished she’d been a few years younger so he would have fucked her. She glanced at CC; he was still a heartthrob, and she was glad he’d be the one talking her cherry.

She didn’t have the imagination to picture herself in a New York apartment, but she could see CC doing her. Had seen it a thousand times in her mind. That 15 or 20 strangers would be watching wasn’t even a consideration. She was used to being ogled in Contrary Mary’s.

Neither Jeannine nor Maggie gave a second thought to the fact that they’d be licking each other. That was what Chase and Eulalie wanted; that was what they would get.

Eulalie no longer marveled at how easy it was to manipulate people. She had started learning early, thanks to Marie. But it was under Chase that she was earning her doctorate.

Eulalie and Marie had pushed people, had shifted societal limits mostly for fun. To see if they could; and then to see how far. But Chase had turned a game into a vocation. He, and now Eulalie, maneuvered greedy clients into parting with their money. And the process sometimes involved using previously innocent people like Jeannine and Maggie.

Kate had told Eulalie, “Jeannine Bastante had been faithful to her husband for over 15 years. She was a child bride and took her marriage vows seriously.”

Eulalie smiled, “And then you seduced her with a 15-year-old boy.” Ray-Ray Fontenot.

“Yeah, but it was Slim who really flipped Jeannine’s switch.”

“And Slim herself was seduced by a 14-year-old girl.” Sabine Babineaux.

For Jeannine ... well, it had become a matter of shifting perceptions. She had thought that Ray-Ray was so important in her life and in Maggie’s. Then Slim Hebert turned her life, her values, upside-down.

Ray-Ray, whose booty calls she had once been so eager to answer, had now faded into the background. It was Slim, often working through CC, who had her jumping through sexual hoops.

Yet now, after meeting Eulalie and Chase ... well, her perspectives had shifted yet again. She was still in thrall to Slim, would rush to make her happy, but with a different mental pecking order now in mind.

In retrospect she could understand why she’d been so eager for Chase to allow Maggie to suck him off. He was a man unlike anyone she’d ever met. So, pleasing Slim was still a top priority, but in the back of her mind, Jeannine was striving to make Eulalie and Chase happy. She found herself yearning to do well in New York. And more than willing to do whatever it took to make their client happy.

Jeannine was spending more and more time in front of her mirror. Studying herself, evaluating, trying to picture what other people saw. She was a blue-collar Cajun girl, and she knew it. But one with a terrific smile, a hot body, and, more than anything, the willpower to do anything to please Slim and Eulalie and Chase. Anything.

She still had a tender fondness for Chad, but understood that she was now a different person. That she — she and Maggie — would leave him if that was what it took.

Ah, Maggie. Snagging that job at Contrary Mary’s. Sucking Ray-Ray off the first time he called. Letting Slim and CC and Ray-Ray do everything but fuck her ... well, she had grown up so quickly in the past few months. But as CC told her, she was years behind many of the little girls down in the Cajun Bayous.

Perspective.

Once CC took Maggie’s cherry, once they had returned from that New York adventure, Jeannine believed — no, she _knew_ — that the mother/daughter team would be of ongoing value to Slim, to Eulalie and Chase.

The new Jeannine would not only submit to whatever lay ahead, she was already looking forward to it.

The rehearsals for their New York performance were slowed down a bit by the need to be gentle with Maggie. Even after he took her cherry, CC took his time, getting her used to being fucked, front and rear.

Eventually, Slim brought in Alain and Hawk from the bayous to join CC at the Cajun Arms. Both Maggie and her mother needed to get used to having multiple partners at the same time.

Jeannine eventually found it easier and easier to be double-penetrated. Although just as often, Slim had the three boys bang her one at a time. She told Jeannine, “We jess don’t know what they’ll want to do to us in New York.”

It took Maggie longer, but she was a little trooper. Determined to start enjoying it, despite some lingering soreness. Over time the rehearsals became more and more enjoyable. CC gentled Maggie into it, got her to the point where it was relatively easy.

Slim then had Jeannine licking Maggie while she was taking it from behind. Pretty soon the little girl could cum almost every time. The blessing to all those rehearsals, as far as Jeannine was concerned, was that it never became rote. Never seemed like a chore to be gotten through. Her heart still skipped every time CC called.

Her sex drive was at an all-time high, and even the Cajun boys marveled at her ability to orgasm time and again. When Slim told her, “You are so deliciously slutty,” Jeannine beamed with pride.

CC was spending a lot of time online researching airplanes, airlines, their upcoming trip. “It’s a little over three hours. Eulalie said we’ll be in first class, that means they’ll feed us. Imagine eating that high up!”

Eulalie had sent new clothes for the four of them, relieving Slim of her primary concern. Outfits for the flight and for their two days in the city. She told Slim, “The clothes you wear to the party will be waiting in your hotel room.” She didn’t leave things to chance, Eulalie.

The Delta flight attendants immediately recognized that this was the very first flight for four of their first-class passengers. They showered attention on Slim and CC, on Jeannine and Maggie. Served dessert before the entrée, and then again after the meal. They ignored the kids’ ages and poured champagne.

Before they took off, the copilot came out and brought them, one at a time, into the cockpit.

The sex party team was awed before they even arrived in New York.

Eulalie met them at JFK, and had her driver wind through scenic parts of Brooklyn and Manhattan on the way to the Carlyle Hotel. The four of them stared, almost stunned at the speed, noise, number of people, size of the buildings. Slim and CC, born and raised in the bayous, had been intimidated by Sausalito, population 10,000. Jeannine and Maggie were ‘city’ dwellers, but nothing had remotely prepared them for this.

Eulalie was sympathetic; she’d gone through a similar process as Chase took her around the world.

At the hotel on the Upper East Side — even though they had once had lunch in the Windsor Court in New Orleans — they sensed that the hushed Carlyle was something even more luxurious.

Eulalie got them settled in two adjoining suites. “I’ll be back to get you Wednesday night around 11:30. I’ll take you to the party, introduce you to the crowd, and stay with you until it’s over.”

She smiled at them, knowing how overwhelmed they already were just being in the city. “Take a shower, freshen up, and a guide I hired — Melissa Covington — will show you around today and tomorrow. She’ll show you regular things like the Statue of Liberty, but also give you an insider’s guide to New York. Stuff the tourists won’t see.”

On cue, Melissa knocked on the door. Eulalie introduced the 20-year old NYU student, a native New Yorker, to the visitors. She wore her dark hair in a no-nonsense ponytail, and her movements were as brisk as her accent.

“Stay with me, don’t wander off. I’ll pay for everything.” She flashed a quick smile, “We’ll dine like New Yorkers, take the subway everywhere, and cover the town top to bottom. In two fucking days.”

While Melissa had been startled at Eulalie’s age, she was quickly on board with the $2,500 up-front cash. And, “Another $2,500 Wednesday night.” Melissa was a downtown girl by birth, by residence, by attitude, but she wasn’t about to turn up her nose at two free nights in the vaunted Carlyle. Plus, meals and drinks comped for the duration.

Eulalie understood that the city would gob-smack her guests, but that was fine. They were young, resilient, and now in the habit of doing what they were told. They should be fine by performance time.

Chase and Eulalie came by the Carlyle a couple of hours before showtime. Partly to see how the gang was holding up, but mainly so Chase could do Maggie’s makeup.

Eulalie smiled at her, “Remember, you’re ten-years old. But when Chase is finished with you, you’ll look about seven.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He began with the subtlest of foundations followed by Elizabeth Arden’s Eight-Hour Cream as the highlighter. Next, he started the contouring process, gently applying a dark powder on each side of Maggie’s nose. “See how much narrower your nose looks?”

She nodded, still staring into the mirror.

He paused to move from side to side to observe his work from different angles. “Now I’m going to use the merest hint of a lighter color to draw focus to your cheekbones and philtrum.”

Maggie stared as the transformation reversed the aging process; she began looking younger and younger. In a way, it was similar to watching a film running backward in time.

“This is my signature look — I call it Downy Glam. High-fashion models use it — airbrushed skin, sculpted cheekbones, a peachy blush.”

As he worked, his face was full of concentration.

“Longer eyelashes. A dewy highlighter.” He nodded to himself, “Time to bake it all in.” He glanced at Maggie, “That means we set everything with a loose powder ... imagine the shell of a plover’s egg.”

She nodded, completely focused.

“Eyebrows. The key to shaping them is a latex adhesive. Used very sparingly. Next, and last, eyeliner. Black of course.”

A few minutes later, he gestured toward Maggie’s face, “You remember all the makeup I used, all the products. But you can’t see any of that now. These techniques — layering and blending — make you look softer, younger. It’s a Park Avenue Face. With a Lolita body.”

Maggie stared; it was like seeing a much younger sister. Eulalie smiled to herself as Chase did the extra confidence boost she’d been expecting. “Maggie, you turn me on so much. Suck my cock, we have time.”

Maggie lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really? Yes sir!”

Any pregame jitters evaporated instantly as the little girl couldn’t wait. Jeannine smiled happily as her daughter held Chase in both hands and bobbed her head up and down. Slim and CC grinned at her obvious eagerness to please the patrician gentleman.

Eulalie watched with a certain clinical interest. Impressed by how much the girl had improved under Sabine’s tutelage. All that practice on CC and Alain and Hawk had paid off.

Chase didn’t accompany them to the party; it was Eulalie’s gig for the night. Once their target bit, once their client’s cousin had any kind of sexual interaction with Maggie, then Chase would step back in for the close. It might be two weeks, it might be two months. It might never happen. But, such was life on the con. He and Eulalie would profit from the night one way or the other. Big money or just a nice payday for putting on an underage sex party.

The walk was only two-and-a-half blocks, but Eulalie piled her crew in the limo and they rode to her client’s building in style. Eulalie surreptitiously studied the four of them.

Slim, whose sexy good looks stood out even in New York, seemed composed. CC was jiggling his knee until Slim patted it and said, “Shh.” He’d be fine; his mother had him under control.

Maggie was still riding a Chase Windsor high. Her mother seemed to share in the afterglow; Jeannine seemed as calm as if they were heading to a concert.

The prewar building, one of the nine premier addresses in Manhattan, still had operator-driven elevators. The liveried Black man smiled at Eulalie, “Miss Carstairs, welcome back.”

The dedicated elevator shot them up to the penthouse where Miss Carstairs and her four guests were wanded by two security guards. Then turned over to a Latina maid in a French outfit who led them through three corridors to a guest bedroom.

Eulalie smiled, “Showtime.”

They undressed without a word. It was about a ten-minute wait until an older maid, white, escorted them into what looked like a combination library and billiard room. One bed in the center, surrounded by 20-some seated guests.

A woman in her early 70s stood and smiled at Eulalie, “Miss Carstairs, thank you ever so much for joining us this evening.”

Eulalie smiled back, “It’s our corporate pleasure, Mrs. Downing.”

The guests, about half men, half women, glanced at the naked quartet with varying degrees of interest. This wasn’t their first rodeo. The ages ranged from teens to 60s. Dress from punk to formal. Opium and grass odors were evident; discreet mounds of coke were out in the open.

Eulalie strode to a podium tucked away in the corner. She dimmed the lights as a screen rolled down. She flicked a switch and Slim and CC were in the gentle spotlight. A photograph of two birth certificates appeared on the screen.