Chapter 114

Riley read the text message on Sunday morning and pulled Ellie aside, “Customer in 15 minutes. Consuela says she’ll have me on stage around 10.”

They glanced into the bedroom — Maria was sucking Flynn. Hana was purposely out by the pool. Ellie nodded, “Okay, we’ll get him to Pussy by a quarter to ten.” She gestured toward the bedroom, “You gotta be so proud of him. You’re not there, Hana’s not there, and he’s still hard as steel.”

“I am proud, but more relieved than anything. This whole weekend could have gone south.”

“Well, you’re instincts were spot on. Tell me, Riley, you gonna suck him off yourself? When you get home?” Asked as casually as if she were inquiring about buying new shirts.

“No, I don’t think so. We got a good thing going, me and Flynn.”

“I understand, honey. But after this weekend ... I mean he’s gotta have some expectations. Or dreams, or fantasies, or something.”

“Well, I’ll play it by ear. I can still count on you and Hana back home, right?”

“Oh, you know it, babe! And Maria too. We adore the little sweetie. And like Hana told you, we’ll do more than suck him off anytime you give us the go-ahead.”

“I’m not going to push him. We’ll just have to see. When I get him home and his head clears, I’ll have a heart-to-heart.”

They heard an “Oh, Maria!” and giggled.

Riley pulled on a tee and left for the bungalow. She had stripper outfits waiting in the Pussy dressing room.

An hour later, Hana, Ellie, and Maria had Flynn front and center in the middle of Pussy. His first time inside. Maria smiled at the boy, “When your mother dances, Consuela shuts down the other three stages. It’s Riley that everyone wants to see.”

Big grin.

Riley had decided on a couple of things. She wasn’t going to focus on Flynn, wasn’t even going to acknowledge his presence. And she wasn’t going to remove her thong until near the end of the set.

He’d seen her naked dozens of times, and she wanted him focused on all the people staring up at her. Their reactions, their adulation.

It worked. Later Maria told her, “He glanced up at you from time to time, but mainly he was staring around. At all the guys and gals cheering you on, lusting after you.”

At Consuela’s suggestion, Riley wore a garter on each thigh. “With the other stages dark, you’ll have quite the crowd — more like a Friday evening than a Sunday morning.”

Consuela watched from about 30 feet away, studying the 16-year-old boy. He seemed mesmerized as the men, and quite a few women, stuffed money and stroked pussy.

She had also reviewed the Carefree videos from that weekend, and told her boss, “Claire, let’s ditch the age requirement for Carefree. Let the guests bring their sons and daughters, I don’t care how young they are.”

“Hmm, it’s not like the kids would be working at Pussy. And if it’s parent-approved, it might be worth a shot. Any idea how many takers we’d have?”

“At first? It’d be slow. I think Mrs. Macintosh might bring her daughter when Eddie doesn’t come. And Fannie Hughes? She spent a lot of time talking with Riley, checking out Luke. She might just bring her son, especially while the divorce is still eating at her.”

‘Luke really has been an eye-opener.”

“And could be a game-changer.”

‘Spread the word quietly. And pick your targets carefully. When you have the field narrowed down, I’ll step in.”

Teen Weekend had been a modest success, Maybe Bring Your Kid to Carefree would, indeed, be a game-changer. “Tell Riley to keep bringing him here.”