Chapter 56: Eulalie Was Surprised...

Eulalie was surprised — and quite pleased — that the first Pussy Party gig was paid for by a woman. Candy Barbier had heard about the new Contrary Mary’s catering operation, and didn’t hesitate to initiate frank negotiations with Darlene Pellerin.

Candy was a fifth-generation Sausalito native. And, typical of many Cajuns, she was dark-skinned with black hair and a merry, white smile. At 34, she still maintained a trim figure and had a lively attitude.

Sitting in one of the cracked, red-leather booths, she grinned at Darlene, “My Ricky’s been a pretty good boy.” She shrugged, “For a boy. Anyway, next Thursday’s his 14th birthday.”

One of Darlene’s new waitresses, a perky 14-year-old named Misty Tautou brought them two margaritas on the rocks. Candy brazenly lifted up the front of the girl’s white tennis skirt and giggled at the bare display, “So it is true.”

Darlene smiled, “Yes ma’am, all my girls are smooth as a baby’s butt.”

Missy stood there placidly as Candy ran the back of her index finger up and down her pussy. “Primo.”

Darlene said, “So, birthday boy. An’ you want to give him a Pussy Party.”

“I want you to, hon. I won’t be home — no adults. Jess Ricky and five of his little outlaw friends.”

“You got it! It’ll be our very first. Let’s see... $100 fee. An’ ten bucks each ... that’s $160. Beer would be two bucks each.”

“I’ll furnish the beer — two six-packs in the fridge. None of ‘em drive — it’s bikes or shank’s mare.”

“Okay, we’ll deliver the cheeseburgers and plenty of fries. Four in the afternoon about right?”

“Perfect.” Candy winked, “But I want this to be ... um, a ... memorable birthday party.”

“Of course, that’s our specialty. No charge for the birthday boy. And we’ll jack off the other five for ten dollars each.”

Candy grinned, “I know the policy here, but any chance of a birthday blowjob? Ricky’s first.”

“Well ... I’d have to check with Kate. Maybe she’ll make an exception. But either way, it’s a freebie for him.”

“Thank you. Now who ... um, who will be the ... the star? Of the show?”

“Since this is our first time out, you kin have the pick of the litter. Look around an’ let me know.”

“How about Baldy there?” She nodded at Misty.

“Sure. Misty’s pretty new here, but it ain’t rocket science.” Darlene made a jacking-off motion.

“What about...?” Candy made a fist and mimed sucking a cock.

“Let me call Kate right now, get that question answered.”

Candy could hear laughter at the other end. Darlene ended the call, grinned, and said, “One BJ coming up!”

Candy clapped her hands in delight, “Thank you.” Then, “Uh, what about little Misty? Can ... will...?”

Darlene motioned the girl over, “Honey, we was wondering, do you suck cock?”

Misty stared, agog, “Acourse! I’m 14 years old! Jeeze!”

Because it was the first Pussy Party that Miss Kitty’s had catered, Darlene went along with her new waitress, Misty Tautou. Darlene hadn’t yet decided on uniforms for the catering arm so she had Misty wear her Contrary-Mary all-white uniform — a crop top that left the bottom of her little boobs exposed, a short skirt, and sneakers.

Besides calming a slightly nervous girl, and supervising the birthday party for Ricky Barbier, Darlene would also discretely tape some of the activities. One blowjob, five handjobs.

As together as she was, Darlene had forgotten to take into consideration a couple of factors. One, how to transport the food. The cheeseburgers weren’t a slapdash effort. The cheese had been aged for over six years in New Zealand. And the fries — soaked overnight in water, then fried twice. Once to cook them, once again to crisp them up.

So she borrowed a couple of pizza delivery warmers from Vinnie’s. Wrapped everything tightly in foil. Second, how to get to Candy Barbier’s house? Neither Darlene nor any of her waitresses was old enough to drive. She didn’t want to bother Kate, and certainly not Sabine, with trivial details, so she threw herself at the mercy of the police. Rémy cheerfully assigned a patrolman to take Darlene and Missy to their destination. They stopped at Wolferman’s Bakery for a dozen cupcakes — a bonus from Darlene.

The driver, the volunteer driver, was YesBut Nelson, one of Rémy’s two top lieutenants. The one with a particular appreciation for young stuff. Darlene sat Misty in the middle and immediately pulled up her little skirt. Misty giggled, slumped down a little, and spread her thighs.

YesBut sighed, “Thanks, Darlene.”

“Any time.”

Candy Barbier’s house was typical for Sausalito, typical for the neighborhood. Similar to the house where Darlene had lived until she got married and had a baby. Three bedrooms, two baths, ranch style.

Candy welcomed the girls warmly and introduced them to the birthday boy and his five eager pals. Candy said, “Okay, I’m outta here. No moms allowed today.”

She kissed her son on the forehead and told the boys, “Two beers each, no more,” and left them to it.

Everyone looked at Darlene, who immediately assumed the hostess role. “Dining room table, boys. Misty, start serving.”

The six guys were, surprisingly, shower-fresh. Darlene realized that Candy must have insisted on it when they arrived after school. An unexpected courtesy that Darlene really appreciated.

As the boys scarfed the meal, they kept stealing glances at Misty. Who was quite used to, and comfortable with, being the center of attention.

The six boys, typical Cajuns, were a little in awe of the situation. Polite, but a little too quiet for Darlene. This was a Pussy Party after all. Five of them were skinny — all hands and elbows and feet. One boy was a little plump, but shared the same coloring, dark hair, dark eyes.

Darlene stepped behind Misty and simply pulled her top up and off. Gasps, then hoots and whistles and foot stomps. Misty giggled and blushed with pleasure. That released the pressure and soon the table was alive with chatter, teasing, insider boy jokes.

Four of them were old enough to have attended a few Saturday morning shows at Miss Kitty’s. Ricky would be going to his first one this weekend. Darlene figured that they’d all watched a lot of porn, but doubted that any of them had actually touched a pussy yet.

As the food disappeared, Darlene stood behind Misty and played with her perky nipples a little, “Gets you excited, don’t it, honey?”

“Yes ma’am, real excited.”

The boys stared, open-mouthed.

Still standing behind Misty, Darlene reached around and pulled out the waistline of her little skirt. “Oh my! Did someone forget her panties?”

Sudden intake of breaths.

Misty played along, “I didn’t forget, ma’am. You tole to go commando for the boys.”

Darlene clapped her hands, “Okay, guys, treat time. Clear up this mess and strip.”

Classic double takes. Ricky and another boy grinned. Candy must have told her son what to expect. The chubby boy, Peter, raised his hand, “Ma’am? Naked?”

“Hop to it, Mindy doesn’t have all day.” Darlene flipped up the girl’s skirt for a one-second preview.

Ricky was the first. Darlene was glad, and a little relieved, that he was already erect. She pulled out her cell and began taping short videos. Peter and another boy were soft, cupping their equipment with their hands. Darlene let it go; Misty would arouse them in time.

Darlene was pretty certain she could tell which boys had been to the Saturday morning jack-off shows. They seemed comfortable in their nakedness. Ricky hadn’t yet been. Peter ... probably not.

Even though she wasn’t the oldest in the room, she was obviously the most mature, the most experienced. The boys obeyed her without much hesitation.

She slid Misty’s skirt off and tossed it away. The little girl stood there comfortably, wearing only her white sneakers, basking in the rapt attention. Darlene smiled, “Start with Ricky, let each of them feel you up.”

Darlene put her fists on her hips and pretended to be stern, “Gentle, boys, very gentle; she’s still a virgin.”

Misty sashayed over to the birthday boy and Ricky didn’t hesitate. He twirled one nipple, then the other. Slid his hand down to the juncture of her thighs and ran two fingers up and down her bald little pussy.

Darlene clapped her hands once, and Missy sidled over to the second boy. Darlene taped the encounters, charmed by the awestruck looks on their blushing faces.

The fourth boy, named Lester, turned out to be the boldest of the bunch. He leaned forward and sucked one of Misty’s nipples into his mouth, then the other. Nervy, he then planted a wet kiss right on her pussy. The others stared, erections bobbing wildly.

When they’d each had a turn, Darlene said, “Misty is going to get you all off, but the birthday boy here gets a special treat.”

Even Peter was now erect.

Darlene sat Ricky down on the leather sofa, and Misty immediately knelt between his legs, bent down, and took him in her mouth. As Darlene taped, she could tell the girl wasn’t very experienced, but that hardly mattered to Ricky.

He moaned and exploded in just a couple of minutes. Misty kept him in her mouth and used her right hand to squeeze the last few drops up and out. She turned to the others, stuck out her cum-coated tongue, and swallowed to thunderous cheers and applause.

Darlene looked at Ricky and raised an eyebrow. “Oh. Thank you Miss Darlene, that was so awesome. Thank you, thank you.”

Misty performed like a veteran. She stayed on her knees and scooted from boy to boy, lubricating each one. She used both hands to masturbate them — circling the base with her left, stroking with her right. She whispered, “Cum on my tits.”

Darlene hadn’t instructed her, but wasn’t surprised when the little girl scooped up each load and put it in her mouth.

“Hmm.”

“Yum.”

“Nice and salty.”

Darlene made a show of checking her watch, “Well ... who wants to cum again?”

Six hands shot up. “Me!” “Me!” “Me!”

As far as Darlene could tell, they shot just as much cum the second time around. Without exception, they thanked ‘Miss Darlene’ with open sincerity.

There was one Cajun waitress at Contrary Mary’s who stood out even in a field of outstanding young sexpots — Chloé Bardot. Ah ... Chloé. Even though she was 15, she could easily pass for 10. Even though she’d gone through puberty, she was as flat-chested as a third-grader.

Rather than anguish about her lack of boobs, Chloé played into it. She had seen, at an early age, how some men eyeballed her. And, who could blame them?

First, that heart-shaped babyface. Angelic. But a second glance would show an impish gleam in her green eyes. The faint trace of a knowing smile when a guy checked her out.

She was a petite girl anyway, not even 5-feet tall. Put her in a thong ... well, it was a startling sight.

Her natural youthfulness ran in the family. Her mother, Bernadette, was 27 and could easily pass for a teenager. Chloé’s younger sister, Colette, was ten and still looked like a kindergartner.

Mama Bardot loved her daughters. But she was also ambitious. And savvy. She had experimented with pigtails, ponytails, a short bob. But in the end, settled for a close pixie cut. It drew the eye to the preternaturally youthful face — no distractions.

It was an extraordinary sight when the three of them were together — three pixie cuts, three heart-shaped faces, three tiny bodies ... to some men they were sex personified.

Bernadette had lobbied Darlene to hire Chloé for several years, but Eulalie had made Darlene wait until the little nymphette turned 14. Bernadette was now urging Darlene to hire Colette, her ten-year-old. Darlene told the eager mother, “I will, Mrs. Bardot, she’ll be the first one I call when Eulalie gives me the go-ahead.”

Not all of the male customers at Contrary Mary’s lusted after Chloé. Her little-girl looks made some of them nervous. Reminded a few of them of their own underaged daughters. Others simply preferred a nice set of boobs on a girl.

But there were enough admirers to make Chloé the most sought-after of all the Cajun teenagers. Darlene always assigned her to the last several booths on the right-hand side of the bar. Regular customers — Chloé fans — were now conditioned to head immediately to her section.

For those men, the lure of the forbidden was irresistible. Intellectually they understood she was 15. But their eyes, and glands, saw a ten-year-old Lolita. One who teased and attracted and, significantly, delivered.

Bernadette and her two daughters sunbathed at every opportunity. Slathered and slick, they wore relatively modest bikinis. So when Chloé wore her thong, there was a pale triangle surrounding it. As Bernadette had known, it was an attention-drawing come-on-and-look addition to her costume. As were the pale circles surrounding her nipples when Darlene let her go topless.

Bernadette had told Chkoé from an early age, “Don’t be cheap, don’t give it away. But what you got, chère, is what men want.” She taught Chloé about handjobs and blowjobs early on. “It’s so easy to make guys happy. Really happy.”

And, happy is what she made them. Chloé Bardot was the most in-demand parking lot girl in Darlene’s entire staff. And those other girls were popular themselves — young, sexy, willing. It was just that Chloé seemed like forbidden territory. That the men were getting away with something especially naughty.

As ambitious as Bernadette was, she made sure that Chloé kept her virginity. “The right time will come. The right guy. We’ll know who and when. In the meantime...” Wink. “Have fun, drive ‘em crazy, suck all the cock that you want.”

On some weekend nights, when Darlene was in a devilish mood, when the after-midnight crowd was composed of regulars, she let Chloé go topless. The sight was somehow more naughty, more risqué than if she had a full set of hooters. It drove men, and a few women, crazy to see the tiny, barefoot girl wearing only a thong. Or later on, a miniskirt with no panties.

Darlene still remembered the day Chloé turned 14, the day she formally interviewed her for the job. Bernadette drove the girl to Contrary Mary’s, and Darlene took them to the private room. First thing, Bernadette lifted the little girl’s tee shirt up and off. Chloé stood there, smiling, naked, knowing. Both of them understood exactly what Darlene wanted, what her customers lusted after.

Darlene had seen a lot of little Cajun girls in the buff, but this ... Chloé barely came up to Darlene’s boobs. Her face was scrubbed clean, not a hint of makeup, not even lip gloss. In the nude, unadorned, she didn’t look even 10.

“What does she weigh?”

“72 pounds.”

A willowy body, pink nipples, a tiny waist, taut little butt, shapely, but slender legs. Darlene ran a finger over Chloé’s minuscule pussy, and whispered, “Jesus.” She thought to herself: _It’s smaller even than Eulalie’s._ Darlene shook her head; the tiny slit looked like it belonged on a Barbie doll.

Bernadette beamed.

Darlene sighed, like coming out of a trance, “Jesus.” She went to a drawer and pulled out the smallest thong she had. Even it was too large, covered too much flesh.

Bernadette winked and pulled a miniature one from her purse. It was flesh-colored and looked like it was made for that same doll as Chloé’s pussy. It was a fraction of an inch wide and fully covered that remarkable little slit.

Bernadette, “I know it doesn’t say CUNT, but it...”

Darlene laughed, “It’s fine, Mrs. Bardot, jess fine. Jesus.”

“You still got that silly no-blowjob policy?”

“Afraid so. Handjobs only.”

“Can she take off her thong? In the cars?”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“Good. Now what about Colette?”

“Like I tole you, I’m still waiting for Eulalie to pull the trigger. But you’ll be the first one I call ... if and when. Now I need to take a couple of pictures for Kate and Eulalie.”

“Of course.” Bernadette stripped off Chloe’s thong, and said, “How you want her?”

The morning after the birthday party, the Pussy Party, Candy Barbier strode into Contrary Mary’s with a wide grin on her face. She handed Darlene an envelope, “A bonus for a job well done. $50.”

“Thank you. I’ll give half to Misty. Half for the house.”

“Whatever. In any case, Ricky can’t stop thanking me. You and Misty were ... are heroes in our house.”

“It was Misty, she did all the work.”

“My guy was too embarrassed to give me any details, but I got the impression that he was ... um, satisfied twice?”

“Yeah, we had time — and they were pretty quick.”

Candy looked around and lowered her voice, “He did mention a camera?”

“Yeah, I taped some of the party. It was our first event and I wanted to show Kate how it went.”