Chapter 123

Part of Claire’s brilliance, and success, was rooted in the fact that she kept moving goal posts. She’d set a target — adding five new whores, starting Carefree, giving out free blowjobs at Claire’’s Garage — and achieve it. Then, rather than settling for the status quo, she would refine, expand, shift, innovate, improve.

Carefree was a good example of how she experimented, tested, and manipulated the paying guests.

Many of her regulars were exhibitionists — men and women who liked to be seen. A few got a kick out of simply being naked in public. Almost without exception, the men preferred to be erect.

Interestingly, more women than men had sex out in the public areas. Masturbating, fucking, with another woman — they liked to show off in front of others.

No one at Carefree was prudish — they’d paid money to go naked, to have sex in public or in their rooms, to fuck spouses and strangers. To make new friends and rekindle old relationships.

At first, some guests were hesitant to make a move on someone they’d just met. Boundaries they’d observed for a lifetime suddenly were erased at Carefree. Everyone could see everyone else’s private lives unfolding on the closed circuit television setup. But was any one particular woman going to be receptive? Or insulted? For the most part, Carefree guests were comfortable in their own bodies, but human nature gave people the normal insecurities, made them hesitant from time to time.

Claire instituted an Open Door Policy. If you left the door to your apartment open any time day or night, you were announcing — “Hey, I’m in the mood. Come on in!”

There was no ambiguity, no lingering uncertainly — the occupants were not only ready for a romp, he, she, or they wanted it.

The new policy was immediately and immensely popular. Bonnie Peters reviewed the videos and told Claire, “From breakfast to about midnight, we average six or seven Open Doors.”

“Not bad, out of 72 apartments that’s around 10%. Not bad at all.”

Hillary Flowers was a typical Open Door fan. She was atypical in that she had six kids ranging from a toddler to teenagers. Her first visit to Carefree had reawakened the 47-year-old’s libido big time. Her husband, Chet, couldn’t begin to keep up with her.

By her third consecutive Carefree weekend, she was on the prowl. Hillary, by her own count, was 22 pounds overweight. Her full breasts were steadily losing to nursing and gravity. But her personality was so vivacious, her sex drive so strong, that she was one of the most popular guests at the resort.

Her apartment door was now open for at least part of every visit. She joked to Claire, “Some days I feel like taking it off the hinges.”

Claire, being Claire, listened to that comment carefully. She then took one ground-floor apartment out of circulation and removed the front door completely. By now she had a database of over 400 Carefree guests. This included 37 single women that she used to fill in if in if there were any vacancies each weekend.

After removing the door, she spread the word — any woman who entered the No-Door apartment was available to anyone and everyone who wanted her. Of course if you really didn’t want to be with a particular person, you could just leave. Very few women did.

Hillary Flowers didn’t set up permanent camp there, but she invariably spent an hour or two or three in No-Door.

It was instantly perceived as sluttier even that having sex out in public. At first, only about one in 20 women tried it out. But others soon were testing the water. When they got into that certain mood, No-Door was just what they needed. It might be for an hour, it might be much longer.

There was something deliciously decadent about having no choice, about being pure pussy to any man or woman who walked through the doorway.

Claire soon removed the living room furniture and placed four twin beds in there to accommodate the heightened demand.

“I’m heading to No-Door.” “Let’s meet at No-Door for an hour this morning.”

After a couple of months, Claire took the front door off an adjoining apartment. She removed the living room drapes as well. She could have added a third No-Door unit, but liked the fact that the current two apartments were often crowded, that beds were at a premium.

She determined that most women liked it that men were lined up, waiting their turn to do them. Claire told Willow and Luke, “No-Door is bringing out their inner slut, some of them for the first time in their lives.”

There was something almost primitive in simply letting go. In agreeing to have no choice in the matter. In announcing, “Want some pussy? Here I am.”

When a woman strolled into No-Door, there was no ambiguity. She was in the mood for sex and was available — first come, first served.