Chapter 57: Kate Broussard watched...

Kate Broussard watched the tightly-edited Ducasse sex tape with Darlene. Amusement was written all over her face. It ended with Melody holding the base of Ray-Ray’s cock as he spurted into her mother’s mouth. After she swallowed, Helene said, “Thank you, Ray-Ray.”

Kate said, “The key was when Helene came back for the second shoot.”

“No ma’am. It was that first day when we got her to undress. I knew we had her then.”

“Congratulations, I’m sending this to Eulalie.”

“I got me an idea, Helene.”

“Oh?”

“The next Pussy Party, I send her and Melody both.”

“I love it! Will she go?”

“Oh sure, yes ma’am.”

Darlene and Ray-Ray were on the same wavelength. Neither one felt the need to discuss their successful manipulation of Helene Ducasse. Nor did they feel the need to mention that Ray-Ray could now fuck the woman whenever he wanted.

Both teenagers had come so far, so fast. They had learned on the fly — under the long distance encouragement from Eulalie. And hands-on instructions from Kate.

Darlene had encouraged Ray-Ray to fuck the Calendar Girls. Now they both realized that the mothers of any and all Contrary Mary waitress-applicants were also fair game.

Taping the mother/daughter duo was now simply part of the interview process. A given.

Pussy Season was now open, and it was year-round.

Even though Darlene and Ray-Ray hadn’t talked it through, each was aware that seducing a grown woman was more satisfying even than doing her daughter.

Candy Barbier found herself, despite some serious doubts, sitting in Kate Broussard’s second-floor office at Miss Kitty’s. It was about 10:30 on a Monday morning.

“I don’ know why I’m here, not really. It’s ... jess crazy.”

Kate simply smiled; she’d learned the value of silence from Eulalie.

“I mean, it was ... I was flattered when Darlene tole me you wanted to see me. But...” Big sigh, “I’m 34-years old. Fifth generation here in town. I never even considered...”

Kate nodded encouragingly.

“I, um, kept my figure pretty good. But ... I mean ... why me?”

“You fishing for compliments or you really want to know?”

“Well.”

“A couple of things. We move in different circles, but I’ve seen you around town. Then one day I saw you at John Lee, and you were looking so ... innocently sexy. But more than that, you were our very first Pussy Party customer. That tells me you’re a lively girl, one with some spark.”

“Oh.”

“One more thing — Darlene has the hots for you.”

Big grin.

“Now, I don’t know if you know this, but Darlene can have her pick of my girls. The Dirty Dozen, the Calendar Girls ... any of them.”

“My.”

“Candy, cards on the table. I think you’d do well here, be quite popular. But whether you tell me yes or no, it won’t make one single dollar’s worth of difference to my bottom line.”

“Well, that’s frank.”

Kate winked at the woman, “By the way, I saw your Pussy Party tape. What’s his name ... Ricky? He looked quite comfortable. Excited, but composed.”

Candy blushed, but still asked, “Was he ... do you think...”

“Honey, he’s perfectly fine. About average size, maybe a little more. Now I’ve seen hundreds of naked Saturday morning boys. And I can tell you it’s his personality, his attitude that’s far more important.”

She nodded, “You’re right there.”

“Back to you. How are you fixed for money?”

“Okay. I mean, some extra would always be welcome. But Gene has always been pretty good about alimony, child support.”

“I think you should give it a try here. Why? For the fun of it. I’m not saying you’re bored, I don’t know that. But a lot of women, here in a small town ... well, it’s easy to fall into a rut.”

Candy was silent for several moments. “Well, how would it work? If, you know, I decided to give it a go?”

Just then Nelly’s ‘Hot in Herre’ blared out from downstairs. Kate smiled, “Evelyn is testing the sound system for the lunch crowd. Let’s go downstairs, I’ll show you around.”

One guy, around 70, was sitting by himself at the bar. Waiting for the show to begin. Kate waved, “Hey there, Charlie.”

“Miz Kate.”

She led Candy past the stage, past the lap dance and BJ rooms, back to the luxurious dressing room. The woman stared at the floor-to-ceiling mirrors on three sides. “Wow.”

Two naked girls, fresh from the shower, were leaning forward, applying makeup. Kate introduced Candy and said, “We’re going to grab a sandwich and catch your first set.”

Carly, with a redhead’s wig, said, “Cheese it, the boss!”

Malory, with a pink streak through her dark hair, said, “Want anything special?”

“Oh, give the boys a treat — flash some pussy.”

“You got it!”

“Yes ma’am!”

Candy tried not to stare. The two of them were around 30 and completely comfortable in the nude. Well, why not? They were professional strippers. Still, it was ... interesting to see how at ease they were.

She heard the shower turn off, and Jolene Horton, naked and dripping, strolled in. She stopped short, “Hey, Candy, what you doing here?”

Kate answered, “She’s thinking about dancing here. What are you doing here?”

“Marlene called me — bad cold, her voice was real raspy. Asked me to fill in for her waitress shift.”

“Try not to steal too much, you know how you are.”

Candy appreciated the easygoing banter.

Jolene smiled at her, “Oh, hon, you should check it out! Best move I ever made.” Then she went over to Malory and boldly started rubbing the girl’s pussy, “But watch out for this one — she can’t keep her hands to herself.”

Malory snorted, “Me? Hah!”

Candy stared as Jolene licked her middle finger, then slid it inside. Malory grinned. Carly continued applying her makeup.

Then Ray-Ray, following Kate’s instructions, had skipped out of school and casually entered the dressing room. The three naked girls just smiled and greeted him. Malory’s cheeks were a little flushed.

Kate didn’t waste any time, “Candy, I want Ray-Ray to take a few shots. When you see how sexy you look, I’m betting you’re going to give it a go.”

“Me? Now? Here?”

Kate smiled kindly, “You. Now. Here.”

Malory’s voice was a little husky, “I kin cum, Jolene. Jess another minute.”

Kate said, “No, leave her on the edge. Make for a hotter show.”

Jolene giggled and stepped back, “Yes ma’am.”

Candy’s head was swiveling back and forth.

Ray-Ray, knowing exactly where he was going, opened one of the drawers on the north wall and brought out a package of thongs. He handed a yellow one to Candy, “Here, we’ll start with this one.”

Carly was pulling on panties and a bra. She nodded at Candy, “Good color for you. With your tan.”

Candy held the thong. Looked at her reflection echoed front and back into eternity. She did look good. For her age, she looked damned good.

As the three girls put on their costumes, she took a deep breath and started unbuttoning her white blouse. Navy skirt followed. Lacy bra. Kate winked at Ray-Ray — how many times had they put a girl through the paces?

Candy hooked her thumbs in her panties and ... the deal was done. She stood there, feeling the heat in her cheeks and upper chest, but she was surprisingly calm at the same time.

Jolene, irrepressible Jolene, patted Candy’s butt, “Wet dream.”

The three girls drifted out — two to dance, Jolene to wait on the customers.

Kate turned to Ray-Ray, “Take a couple of quick ones. I’m calling Wendy. Candy, you need to lose that bush.”

“Well. Okay. I mean it’s not like anyone sees me these days.”

Ray-Ray took the thong and set it on a bench. Held up his cell, “Turn sideways, you got a great profile.”

Just like that, Candy was posing in the nude.

A few minutes later, two stylists, who also danced for Kate, came in with their equipment. Kate, quietly, but firmly, in charge, said, “Full bore, tip to toe.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Holding both her hands, they led Candy into the shower.

Kate and Ray-Ray came back to the dressing room forty-five minutes later. Candy had been transformed. The stylists had given her a pixie cut that subtracted years from her already youthful face.

They’d redone her entire makeup regime with a more subtle foundation and slightly more vivid highlighters. Her cheekbones were now more emphasized. Like a runway model. Her pussy was bald for the first time since she was a little girl.

Candy felt like she glowed.

Kate, having easily won the minor contest of wills just by getting the woman naked, ran the back of her middle finger up and down Candy’s pussy. “Ray-Ray, check this out.”

He did. Nodded to Kate, “So smooth.” He held out his hand to one of Wendy’s girls, “A little more color for the camera. Dusty pink, please.”

Suzanne rummaged in her bag and handed him a small jar. Using only his index finger, he gently coated Candy’s outer pussy lips. She stood there, placid, curious, pleased with how she’d been transformed.

Ray-Ray continued applying the subtle color, now mostly on the inside of her pussy. He murmured to himself, “Most of this won’t show, but I’m not taking any chances.”

Kate kept a straight face as the teenage boy slowly aroused the 34-year-old woman.

By the time he began shooting stills and short videos, Candy was completely amenable to every suggestion, every pose. The yellow thong never made an appearance.

As he often did when he was starting out on a new girl, Ray-Ray sought advice from his mother.

Gigi said, “Candy is pretty bright. And she isn’t hurting for money. But since she bought a Pussy Party for her son ... well, that tells me she’s probably a little bored. Especially since her husband left her.”

“Okay. Any ... pointers?”

“What’s your goal? The usual?”

“Yeah, I guess. I mean I would like to fuck her.”

“Acourse you would. But wait until Kate has her stripping — that’s more important.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“But you can still have some fun with her. Go over to her house to ... um, show her the video.”

“And?”

“Get her undressed first thing. If she does ... well, you’re ahead of the game.”

“Then what?”

“Do your makeup thing. Be polite, but firm with her. Get her in the habit of saying yes.”

The morning after the stylists had redone Candy Barbier, after Ray-Ray had taped her in the nude, he called her around 10. “Ready to see your new videos?”

“How do I look?”

“You know how you look, Candy. Fuckable.”

She giggled, “That’s what Darlene said.”

“Yeah, she’s seen about as much pussy as I have. We know what we’re talking about.”

“Thank you. I guess.”

“I may shoot a couple more stills. Do you have a thong?”

“Wait! I haven’t had my shower yet.”

Ray-Ray smiled. She hadn’t questioned posing for him. Just the mechanics. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there in an hour or so.”

“Uh, Ray-Ray? I don’ have any of that blush for, you know, my pussy.”

“I’ll bring some. Stop fretting, this is just for fun.”

Candy opened her front door wearing a short seersucker robe and smelling faintly of lilacs. She gave Ray-Ray a tentative smile, “Well, here I am.”

He instinctively knew to be polite but confident. Firm. “Before we watch the video, let’s lose the robe.”

“Oh. Um, okay. Why not? I mean you already seen everything...” She told herself, _”Stop babbling Candy, you’re the grownup here.”_

She undid the robe, draped it over the back of a hallway chair, and spoke softly, “I like it. The, you know, the new me.”

“So do I, Candy. A lot. And so will Darlene.”

Giggle.

“Show me your backyard, I’ll probably want you out there.”

“Oh. Sure.” Twenty-seconds in, and she was naked, already agreeing to his directions.

He checked out the quality of the light and led her back inside. “First, wash off your makeup — I’ll redo you for the sunshine.”

“Oh. You sure? I mean those stylists...”

“Candy.”

“Well, sure. You’re the photographer. You know what you’re doing.” She nodded, trying to convince herself.

A couple of minutes later, she came out of the bathroom, “Have at me.”

He sat her down in front of her makeup mirror and opened his little cosmetics case.

“I’m starting with an Armani primer — luminous silk. It’s hydrated.”

“Huh, I never tried Armani.”

He worked deftly, having learned at Wendy’s side, having done several girls by himself. “Foundation.” He picked up a different brush, “Finishing powder.” Then, “Concealer.”

She studied herself intently in the mirror. Smiled broadly, “You done this before.”

Ray-Ray twirled her nipples, “I won’t need to do anything with these, not out in the sun.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll do your pussy out there.”

“Makes sense.”

He was satisfied, even pleased at her compliance. As Gigi had told him — Candy was getting into the habit of saying ‘yes’.

In the strong sunlight, he sat her in a chaise lounge. He reopened the small case. “It’s so bright out here, I’ll experiment with different shades on your pussy”

He was so matter-of-fact.

“Oh. Sure, of course.”

She leaned back placidly and allowed him to arrange her legs over the arms of the chair. She had never felt so blatantly exposed in her life. But Ray-Ray didn’t leer, didn’t stare, just nodded to himself.

He opened three little jars, then a larger one of LubeLife. “This is just a lubricant. It’s water-based and won’t stain. You’ll be sweating a little in the sun, so this will tell me how the different colors will react to the moisturizers.”

Making it up as he went along.

“Oh. Sure. Makes sense.”

“Close your eyes, let yourself relax, enjoy the sensations. It’ll be quite sensuous.”

“Oh my.” She closed her eyes.

Ray-Ray was gentle, took his time, slathering the outside of her pussy generously. Without explanation, he used his left hand to open her slightly. Then his right middle finger in a little to coat her even more intimately.

Neither one spoke a word.

He studied her as her cheeks colored, as the blush crept down her neck to her chest. As her nipples hardened. As her breath grew a little raspy.

Ray-Ray slowed down even more as he touched a fingertip to her clit. She stiffened for a fraction of a second, then relaxed. Keeping contact he said, “This shade is pale fuchsia, very pale.”

He feathered her clit with his right index finger while he eased his left middle finger inside, a millimeter at a time. Candy’s mouth was slightly ajar as she licked her lips. Ray-Ray was now finger-fucking her. Gently, openly, masterfully. There was no pretending it was anything other than what it was.

Candy, eyes squeezed shut, started softly humping up toward his hands. He could tell she was getting close. She whispered, “Yes,” and suddenly arched her hips, climaxing hard.

Ray-Ray knew he could have kept her going, but he just held still, maintaining contact, letting her come down slowly.

She gave a giant sigh, opened her eyes, squinted up at him. “I don’ know whether to thank you or slap you.”

Ray-Ray led Candy back inside. She was sweating profusely after her sun-drenched orgasm.

“Take a quick shower, then it’s showtime.”

She looked at him evenly. The boy who had just fingered her to a mid-morning climax. She shrugged, “Okay.”

A couple of minutes later she plopped down beside him on her sofa. Why bother with a robe after what she’d just been through?

If she had any irritation or doubts or regrets ... all of that was soon forgotten as she stared up at the flatscreen, fascinated at her own image. Ray-Ray had skillfully edited it down to around 45-seconds. Candy could tell that parts of it were out of sequence, but it flowed so smoothly.

She marveled at how flattering it was. He must have used some sort of filter because the glare from the bright dressing room lights didn’t look at all harsh. She moved gracefully; she looked sexy; she was ... in their words, so very fuckable. She turned to him, whispering, “Thank you.”

“One more.”

“Today? Now?”

“Right now. Candy, when you climaxed out there in the sunshine, your face was a marvel, a work of art.”

She peered at him shrewdly, “An’ you want me to cum again. On camera.”

He held out the bottle of LubeLife. She looked at him steadily for several seconds. He watched a quick movie of emotions flash across her face. Some resentment, some curiosity, a little hint of mischief.

Then she shrugged, “Why not, why the fuck not?” And reached for the lube.

Later, after Ray-Ray had left, Candy looked back at her erotic morning. In the backyard, he had tricked her, seduced her in a way. As he was caressing her, there was a point where she realized what he was really doing. And, there was a brief window where she could have — probably should have — stopped him. By then, he wasn’t even pretending to ready her for the camera.

Yet ... she felt good, felt sexy. She loved her new pixie cut, her new makeup, her bald pussy. And he’d gotten her aroused almost before she realized it. Then, the opportunity, the ability, to stop him had passed. She was close and she wanted — needed — that sweet release.

Later, in the shower, she told herself she could get dressed, be polite but firm, and send him on his way. By then she was thinking clearly. Yes, she still had a little afterglow from that strong orgasm, but...

In any case, that was some sort of turning point. When she walked out to her living room, still stark fucking naked, she was admitting to herself that she wanted more. Since the divorce, she’d been living quietly. Almost a staid existence.

Her time the previous day in the dressing room at Miss Kitty’s had awakened something deep inside her. Something that had lain dormant for so long.

As she walked back to Ray-Ray, she admitted to herself that she wanted this little adventure to continue. Not necessarily that particular morning, but into the future. In any case, watching herself in that video had reawakened her. Made her amenable to the next step. Made her willing to overlook the silliness of his calling her face a ‘work of art’ when she came.

No, by then, she was turned on again. Was willing to play with herself in front of his camera. After a couple of minutes, she didn’t have any resentment, nor regrets; she was just horny. Just wanted to cum one more time.