Chapter 6: Saturday After Saturday Went by

Saturday after Saturday went by. Denise Aubert still hadn’t heard from Kate about a repeat Saturday morning performance. Ironically, her mother-in-law, Lena Aubert, had been tapped three times to dance at Miss Kitty’s.

Denise smiled, “I’m jealous, you’re having all the fun.”

Lena smiled back, “Yeah, it is nice to be back in action.”

Denise winked, “How much action?”

“Oh, let’s see ... I probably jess did one hummer after the first set.” Big smile, “But the late show — at least two. Last Friday it was four.”

“Lena, what does Ned think about ... you know?”

“He ain’t stupid. He’s asleep, or pretends to be by the time I get home. Of course I’m freshly showered, smelling of mouthwash.” Shrug, “He doesn’t say anything even though we don’t need the money like before.”

Denise sighed.

Lena said, “I don’t understand why Kate hasn’t called you back. She was happy with you that one time.”

“Bout all I did was cum.”

“Yeah, an’ the whole room could see it — that’s kinda the point. That’s what they wanna see when we’re up there on that stage. The more we cum, the sluttier they think we are.”

Denise sighed again.

Two more Carver teachers followed Mavis to Miss Kitty’s. One was only 22 — her first year at the elementary school. The other was 43, actually, an assistant principal.

Next, two teachers from Sausalito Elementary — ages 28 and 31. Three more fathers joined the Miss Kitty’s audience. With two teachers stripping, three new dads became first-time customers.

Even though the elementary school total was only six teachers and six fathers, the conversations they generated made it seem like half the teachers and parents were involved.

Add in the 26 middle school girls who were taking Sunday-morning dance lessons, and the dozens of high school boys who paid ten dollars for a Saturday morning show ... well, Eulalie was gradually indoctrinating the entire Sausalito school system.

Cindy videoed the dancing girls — 14 and 15-year olds, with a sprinkling of 16s. She shot them working the pole individually and in chorus-line segments. The girls showed the short clips to their physical education teacher to earn school credits.

Cindy kept her camera rolling that first Sunday morning when Gigi and Jolene stripped down to the buff.

After a couple more weeks, Gigi reported to Eulalie, “Me and Jolene jess start out buck naked and stay that way all morning. Them little girls is so use to it, they don’t blink an eye.”

“Any of them stripping yet?”

“No, not naked, but they’s a couple shed down to bra and panties.”

“Good. Now don’t push them, let them decide if that’s what they want to do and when they want to do it on their own.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“You and Jolene start doing a little light smooching, more friendly than sexy. At first.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Oh, and send me a list of those girls who have younger sisters.”

“Miss Eulalie, Cindy already done made that list! They’s 14 girls got sisters in Carver and Sausalito Elementary.”

“That’s outstanding. Do the young ones know about Sunday mornings?”

“Oh yes ma’am, Cindy done made sure of that. And she wanted me to ask you — she got a second list of girls who got younger brothers. She wonders, should she see that they get copies of the videos?”

“No quite yet. But tell her to make a third list — once the girls start getting naked, I want to know their names. They’ll be the gutsiest ones. And of them, which ones have little brothers and sisters.”

“Yes ma’am, you can consider that a done deal. Me an’ Cindy be all over that.”

“Good girl. Now back to you and Jolene ... play it by ear, use your own judgment. You’ll develop a sense of when you can start taking things further. When to lick her nipples, when to run a finger over her pussy.”

“And when to eat her til she’s screaming like a monkey!”

Eulalie called back a couple of hours later, “Gigi, have Ray-Ray come in early on Sundays. Hide him in that storage area above the first lap-dance room, you know the one?”

Giggle, “Yes ma’am.”

“Then when those girls start stripping, have Cindy make a show of putting her cell away.”

Gigi laughed out loud, “Ray-Ray, he won’t miss a single pussy shot, no ma’am.”

“Send me clips of the youngest-looking girls.”

“Me an’ Cindy already done thought of that! For Mr. Chase. An’ we already got us a plan?”

“What’s that, chère?”

“Once we get ‘em naked, we gone try to keep ‘em that way. You know, brush their hair, apply lip gloss, nipple rouge, like that.”

“And their little pussies?”

“Me and Cindy gonna trim ‘em up real nice — hearts, diamonds, an arrow, whatever they want.”

“Good girl. And make sure they’re facing Ray-Ray.”

After eight weeks of Sunday morning dance lessons, the class began to sort itself out. The 26 girls had originally been self-selected as adventurous. They were eventually pared down to 15. Some girls became bored, a couple bowed to parental (father) pressure. Three — and only three — quit because of embarrassment as the routines grew sexier and sexier.

It wasn’t that Gigi and Jolene were nude from start to finish. That was now a given. But as their friends and classmates gradually started stripping, two of them were weight-conscious, and one was more prudish than she had realized.

The smaller class size made it easier to focus on individual girls. To encourage them, praise them, make them feel good about themselves and their bodies.

Kate Broussard showed up occasionally near the end of a lesson for a question-and-answer session. The giggly inquiries were almost entirely about sex.

Little Lisa Benoit, 15, raised her hand, “How much can a dancer make in tips?”

Kate nodded at Jolene, who pulled on a pink garter, and said, “For me, on a night shift, I might get around forty, fifty dollars on the stage.” She snapped her garter and grinned.

_”Does every guy. tip?”

“Oh no. They aren’t rich. Just the ones who want a little something extra.”

“Extra?”

Kate slapped Gigi on her bare butt. Gigi giggled and hopped down into the audience area. Jolene pulled on a matching pink thong. Evelyn put on Prince, and Jolene started dancing, humping a little naughtily. Gigi waved a five dollar bill, “Hey, Jolene! Jolene!”

Jolene strutted over, making sure the 15 girls could see, and pulled her thong to the side. Gigi slipped the bill under the garter and ran her finger slowly up and down Jolene’s pussy. It was their first direct contact in dance class.

None of the girls seemed shocked — suspicions confirmed, rumors turning out to be accurate.

Lisa, an impish smile, said, “What if it had been a ten?”

Jolene, still humping slowly, spread her feet a little further apart. Gigi slowly inserted her middle finger and winked up at her friend. Jolene smiled with contentment.

Later question-and-answer segments would cover lap dances — $10 to $20 tips.

Roberta Romero, “Do they ... um, in their pants?”

Kate, “Of course, dear. We want every customer to leave here satisfied. Satisfied and happy.”

Several girls nodded knowingly.

Now, all of the girls had known about the BJ Room for years and years. But, still, they wanted to hear adult confirmations.

Lisa Benoit, who was turning out to be perhaps the boldest of the bunch, said, “What about that Blowjob Room? Or two rooms, I guess.”

Kate smiled and looked straight at her, “Every girl who works here — moms, teachers, wives, girlfriends — they all suck cocks.”

Lisa put her fists on her hips and pretended to be skeptical, “Do they swallow?”

Gigi stepped in laughing, “Now what do you think, hon? Of course we swallow, who doesn’t?” She smiled around the room, “How many of you girls swallow?”

Only four, led by Lisa, raised their hands. But five or six others exchanged knowing looks.

That morning session — where Gigi fingered Jolene, and the talk turned explicit — was a turning point. Every dance routine now involved some sexy moves, humping, pole dancing, and some degree of disrobing.

Kate passed out little thongs and transparent bras. There was no longer any question — the Miss-Kitty dance lessons were now about sex. The first little girl to strip completely naked was Barbie Cailou, a sultry 14-year old. Lisa Benoit was right behind her.

Gigi, Cindy, and Jolene divided the girls into three groups — of five each — for more intimate instruction. Cindy had ostensibly stopped taping them, but Ray-Ray, hiding in the upper storage area, was dutifully and gleefully capturing every erect nipple, every bare pussy.

Cindy had now joined her two friends in starting each session stark naked. As Eulalie had planned, class nudity was now more or less a given. Like a group shower after PE, the girls had become inured to the fact that they were in a strip club.

Cindy had proven to have a good editorial eye, and she sent each girl flattering clips of their routines. The routines before they began shedding clothes. These more modest clips were also passed along to John Lee Hooker Middle School for extra credit.

Ray-Ray’s more blatant footage? Cindy edited that also, and zapped it to Eulalie on a regular basis. Once a girl was undressed, Gigi or Jolene would brush out their hair, apply makeup artfully, carefully rouge nipples, and sometimes apply coloring to pussy lips.

Gigi also had groups of four or five at a time practicing high-kicks, pointing, of course, in Ray-Ray’s direction. Then she had them emulating the real dancers by pairing off, embracing each other, smooching with hands on bare butts.

Each routine was done under Evelyn’s musical direction, giving the girls the sense that they were performing for real. Kate planted early seeds, “Each one of you girls is so sexy, so talented. Come see me when you turn 21.” Wink, “Or can get some decent ID.”

Adding some realism, Kate told them, “As soon as you show up for your Sunday morning lessons, do what all the Miss-Kitty dancers do — take a shower.”

Thus, Gigi and Cindy and Jolene now had 15 naked girls to start each Sunday morning with. Soon two of them at a time would be up on the stage wearing a lacy top and panties or a thong. Plus a matching garter belt. The rest would be in the audience, pretending to be men.

Kate would give each girl 10 ones and say, “Show them you appreciate their efforts.”

A one-dollar tip earned a pussy stroke. Two ... a quick insertion. Ray-Ray captured everything. To the girls, what would have once seemed shocking, was now merely part of their weekly routine.

It was Cindy’s idea to invite select individuals to stay late, to begin ‘enhanced instruction’.

She was crafty enough to limit it to one girl at a time, and to only 15-20 minutes of one-on-one. Barbie Cailou was the first to volunteer. A nude student with a naked teacher.

Cindy started off the private sessions slowly, not wanting to scare the little girl off. She needn’t have worried. By the second lesson, Cindy smiled sweetly, “Can you cum yet?”

“Duh.”

“Good, good, good. Guys love it when they can make us orgasm.”

“Like in the BJ Room?”

“Certainly there. I always strip naked so they can finger fuck me while I’m sucking them. Or, if they want, they can go down on me.”

Barbie nodded, “That’s what I heard.”

“It’s not usually that way on Ladies Night. Those gals just like to be held, cuddled. Neck a little.”

“Don’t they wanna get off, paying forty bucks?”

“Oh sure. I usually finger-fuck ‘em. Or go down on them if that’s what they want.” She smiled at Barbie, “You licking pussy yet?”

Frown. “Not yet.” Then she rushed her words together, “But me an’ Lisa probably will, we finger each other.”

“Good girl. We do that during some of the late-night sets. You should see Gigi and Jolene finger-fuck each other, drives the men crazy.”

Barbie nodded wisely, “And the tips go up.”

Cindy acted like she had just thought of something, “Say, you’re more advanced than most of the girls. How about you and Lisa put on a little demo next Sunday?”

Barbie blushed at little, although it was barely noticeable beneath her Cajun coloring. “Really?”

Casual shrug, “Oh, only if you’re comfortable. The two of you are so sexy. And gutsy.”

Barbie got a determined look on her face.

Cindy, “Now where were we? Oh, cumming. It’s not just the Blowjob Room. Guys like to get us off when we give them a lap-dance.”

Barbie frowned, “Lap-dance? How would they...?”

She reached out her hand, “C’mon, I’ll show you.”

Cindy seated her on a comfortable padded chair, and sat on her lap. “First I’d see which side you dressed on.’”

“Dressed on?”

“Where you put your cock, left side or right.”

“Oh sure.”

Cindy ground into Barbie’s lap, “Sometimes you have to work a little to get ‘em hard.”

“Oh sure.”

Cindy reached back and pulled the girls hands to cover her boobs. “They like to twirl your nipples.”

“Like this?”

“Exactly like this. Now pretend you’re a horny guy with a raging boner. And you got a naked girl sitting on your lap.”

Barbie tentatively started lowering her hand down Cindy’s tummy. Cindy sighed with pleasure and moved her thighs further apart. Both teacher and student had their eyes closed.

When Barbie tentatively traced bald pussy lips, Cindy moaned, “Mmm, that feels so good.”

“Should I ... do you want me...?”

“Feel how wet you got me, baby.”

The angle was a little awkward at first. And Barbie a little hesitant at first. But soon the teenager was fully into it. Cindy flashed on Eulalie and smiled to herself.

She shuddered to a quick climax, “OHHH! Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!”

Later, in the shower, Cindy took her into her arms and deep-kissed her, “Thank you, sexy girl, thank you so much.” Barbie beamed.

Kate Broussard had started Miss Kitty’s almost 20 years ago. It was the first — and still the only — strip joint in the town of around 10,000 residents. There had considerable resistance from the three churches with the largest congregations when she first opened. She had expected that, and the furor died down over time.

As the community got used to Miss Kitty’s, as the joint provided steady employment to dozens of women over the first couple of years, it went from controversial to more or less accepted. A job was a job.

The strippers became known as dancers. Despite the BJ Room, the girls weren’t prostitutes, drugs didn’t become rampant, organized crime didn’t muscle in.

It helped that Sausalito was both insular and isolated. Cajun culture, a laissez-faire attitude, and the fact that there was only one road into and out of town, contributed to Miss Kitty’s acceptance and longevity.

Based on some instinctive caution, Kate never did let her two daughters work the stage. Despite repeated pleadings and tears and threats from Viola and Virginia ... However, she had no such qualms about her two granddaughters. She welcomed them enthusiastically. In fact, thanks to Rémy, they had fake IDs and began working the pole when they were 15 and 16.

Deborah and Monica had fresh faces, outgoing personalities, taut little bodies, and a cheerful willingness for backroom shenanigans. Kate told Marie, “I didn’t need to remind them to swallow — their mamas brought them up proper.”

And, ‘proper’ meant taking care of their little brothers — Tim, Tom, and the youngest, Carl. The two families lived in side-by-side bungalows. The boys, even for teenagers, were exceptionally horny, and lusted after their two older sisters, both mothers, and even Kate.

The boys engaged in bath-time peeking, sneaking into bedrooms, running around both little houses naked and erect. It was a problem that was more common down in Cajun Bayous, but was not unknown in town. Threats were made, punishments delivered, concessions grudgingly agreed to.

Kate sat her daughters — Viola and Virginia — down for a heart-to-heart. “Your three boys are little wild men. Out of control. You got to do something or Deborah and Monica are going to get knocked up.”

Viola sighed, “We can’t watch them 24/7, mama.”

Virginia muttered something about walking hard-ons.

Kate was not one to ignore reality. She looked sex in the face every day. “Look, start jacking them off if they’ll keep their paws off their sisters.”

Viola frowned, Virginia crossed her arms.

“Viola, you do Carl. Virginia, you take care of Tim and Tom. That way, you’re not doing your own sons.”

Her daughters argued with her, but all three women knew it was probably the only workable solution. Now down in the Cajun Bayous ... well, life was harder, the women more practical. When a mother started jerking her son off to keep him away from his little sister, it didn’t raise an eyebrow.

But in town, Kate hadn’t heard of any Sausalito moms doing it, but needs must. And, it did work for a while — maybe two weeks. Once they started jerking their nephews off, it became just another daily chore. Admittedly, four or five times a day per boy, but so what?

Tim and Tom and Carl kept up their end of the bargain, and more or less, stopped hounding their older sisters. While they were exceptionally horny, even for teenage boys, they were mostly polite, mostly considerate. Didn’t take the handjobs for granted. Thanked their aunts each and every time.

Then one day, Carl’s mother, Virginia, came down with the flu. Serious flu that had her confined to bed. Carl went to sleep at Viola’s house, which meant three horny boys in one bedroom. Viola didn’t whine, didn’t complain, just jacked Carl off as usual. Then turned to her sons and did them. Viola didn’t try to rationalize it, didn’t make excuses; she had a streak of Cajun practicality in her.

When Virginia recovered, both moms began doing all three boys regardless of parentage. They didn’t need to discuss it. It was simply easier for whoever happened to be closer at hand to take care of business.

Viola told Kate, “Fuck, I just don’ care anymore — one boner’s the same as any other.” Virginia shrugged, “It don’t take long — first time or fifth time, they’re about ready to pop.”

Unfortunately, the three boys began to feel the same casualness about Viola and Virginia. The handjobs were still most welcome, but most of the initial excitement had faded. Their roaming eyes turned back to their older sisters — Deborah and Monica. Those two had witnessed probably hundreds of handjobs and told their mothers, “Ah hell, we’ll pitch in.”

Neither Viola nor Virginia put up even a token resistance. What difference did it make in the larger scheme of things? Most of their neighbors and all of their friends knew the story — the four of them masturbated the three boys day and night. First thing in the morning, right after the shower. Sometimes a second one before they left for school. When school let out, their needs were at a peak again. Almost without exception, the three boys would cum at bedtime.