Chapter 12

After the security meeting with Martin, Claire left to make an appearance at Carefree Village. Teeny Delgado was top of mind, but business was business.

Before the meeting broke up, Claire, Willow, Luke, and Martin watched a few minutes of Carefree video. Claire was especially glad to see how much sexual activity took place outside in the common area.

Even though it wasn’t yet 8 in the morning, two couples were fucking by the pool. Claire undressed and strolled over. It was the first time any of the guests had seen her naked.

She knew she still had it, even at 52. She was tall and slender with a flat tummy. Boobs about the size of oranges with perky pink nipples. She kept her pussy bald, a habit she’d developed back when her mother first started having her oversee the Pink Pussy operation. Willow followed her mother’s lead.

Claire checked the flatscreen, curious what it would be showing — the public area or private rooms. It was room 18. Claire smiled, Ginny Rodriquez, one of the little waitresses at Mel’s, had her head buried between a blonde woman’s thighs while her husband was fucking the girl from behind.

A little later, different guests started drifting out to the pool. Two women, wives from Waterloo, came up to Claire and asked about Luke. Claire laughed, “You must have missed your chance yesterday. But he’ll be around from time to time.”

Roxanne, a redhead with obviously enhanced breasts, said, “What about Willow?”

Her friend, Marti, a petite brunette, said, “Yeah!”

Claire grinned at them, “That gives me an idea. Let’s get dressed and walk over to the Pink Pussy.”

Five minutes later, they were looking up at the one lighted stage at a skinny teenager who was 18, but looked about 12. When Carlotta spotted Claire, she waved, ‘Hey there, Miss S,” and stripped off her thong.

“Hey, Carlotta, looking good.”

Claire held Bonnie and Marti’s hands and led them around the large room. She squeezed their hands, “Pick a couple of girls, any girls, and take them back to Carefree for the morning.”

Marti said, “Carlotta?”

“She’s yours.” Claire nodded at the three waitresses and two bartenders, “So are they. And, come with me.” She led them back to the dressing room where three more girls were in various stages of undressing. “Take your pick.”

Bonnie giggle, “We each get one?”

“Yep. On the house this weekend. But even when you come back you and your guys can have your pick of the littler.” She had just instituted a new policy for Carefree. “Of course there will a pussy charge after this weekend.”

Marti nodded, “Sure. Of course.”

Her guests chose Carlotta and another girl named Betsy, a waitress. Claire told them, “You’re Carefree pussy this morning. Do as your told and have some fun doing it.”

Bonnie nudged her pal, “Shall we share them?”

“Only after we’re finished.”

Claire was curious whether they’d tip the girls. She made a mental note to ask them.

As she was leaving to return to the family compound, one of the doormen, Steve, stopped her. He handed her a billfold and a set of car keys. She said, “Trouble?”

“I wasn’t working last night, but Roland told me about it when I came on. Guy was drunk, kept pawing Patsy. They held him down until security came.”

“He’s in the stockade?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Claire walked over to the small jail. Eight secure cells, but they were empty most of the time. She saw a rumpled looking man in a wrinkled suit, his tie hanging loose, sipping coffee in the hallway.

“Mr. Allen.”

“Yeah, you got me. Sorry about last night.”

“It happens.”

“It shouldn’t have. No excuses.”

Good, not the usual bluster. “Patsy was a little shook up.”

“That her name? Tell her I am sincerely sorry.”

Claire handed him his wallet and keys, “She had to take the rest of the night off.”

He got it instantly. Nodded glumly to himself, “I should tip her, right? How much?”

“Only if you want to. Any amount would be appreciated. Give it to Len here.” She nodded at the guard and left.

A morning security meeting to plan on kidnapping Mateo. A visit to Carefree Village. Then, Pink Pussy. The stockade. And it wasn’t yet 10.