Chapter 117

Claire spoke into her cell, “Consuela, send me Riley and Luke.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“No, cancel that. I want to talk with him alone first — I’ll go to Carefree.”

Half an hour later, she was walking around the lake path with the boy. He wasn’t in awe of his mom’s uber-boss, but he was well aware of the command-power that seemed to radiate off her. She held his hand as they strolled; hers seemed so small.

“Luke, I’m 52 years old and I’ve been in the pussy business, it seems all my life.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Your mother is the sexiest piece of ass ever to set foot on my stage.”

“Thank you. Ma’am.”

“Everyone at Carefree admires her, or is jealous, or lusts after her. The point is, everyone here knows who she is and has feelings for her.”

Flynn nodded, kind of confused, kind of proud.

“And since she’s stopped fucking guys here, the Riley Clooney mystery deepens.”

“It does?”

“This is what, you’re third weekend here?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’ve been watching you, you and your mother. Hearing reports, talking with other women.” Claire stopped walking and put her hands on his shoulders, “You’re a very handsome boy yourself.” She gave his erection a friendly squeeze, “And sexy too.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re not aware of it, but you and your mom have turned the temperature up here. Disrupted the conventional thinking.”

“We have?”

“I’ll come back to that. A little background. I like money; no, I love money.” She waved her hand in a northerly direction, “I own 12,000 acres of farmland, acreage that is worth millions. But my family has owned the property for eight generations. Willow and Luke will be the ninth, and I don’t want to sell off any of it.”

“I understand.”

“Maybe you do. So where does my money come from? Now and in the future?”

Flynn thought about it, “Strippers?”

“That’s right, pussy. Pussy, pure and simple. As you know, almost all of my girls are selling it — up on the stage, giving blowjobs, fucking men in the trailers.”

She squeezed the boy’s hand, “Think how much more I could make off your mom.”

He nodded.

“More than any of my other whores. Well, probably not more than your little girlfriend.”

Big grin, “Hana.”

“Hana. But Riley is so valuable to me — she’s primo pussy, as you well know. When she’s stripping, my revenue shoots up. When Consuela puts out the word that she’s coming to Carefree, I sell out.”

Another grin, so proud.

“As I mentioned, she’s a leader, an influencer. Any you, you young man, have changed the Riley-dynamic.”

“I have?”

“You’re the first kid I’ve allowed to come to Carefree. You — you and your mother — have set tongues wagging. People can’t stop staring at you two — how close you are, how sexy.”

He nodded, still puzzled.

“You’re so used to your mom that maybe you take her for granted, her sheer beauty, her sexiness, that body, that cute little cunt.”

“I know she’s real hot.”

“Good for you. But I doubt that you’re aware of how the Riley formula has shifted with you on the scene. Okay, enough rambling, I’ll cut to the chase. As previously mentioned, I like money. I’m going to have you and Riley make me more of it.”

“How? Ma’am?”

“She’s told me how close the two of you are — necking, sleeping together. Can you get her off? Make her cum?”