Chapter 131

James Clooney not only allowed Riley to go to Atlanta for the weekend, he called his brother, Tommy, to tell him which club she would be stripping at. “You and Anita will want to catch her.”

“Of course — wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

They insisted on picking Riley up at the airport. Hana had come in on an earlier flight and was already checked into the Four Seasons. Max Fowler had wanted to do her first, and she cheerfully agreed to move her flight up.

Hana couldn’t wait to be naked in front of all those people who had never seen her — she was almost giddy at the thought. Max Fowler was unlike any of the men she’d been with at Pussy and Carefree. He was, like them, astonished at her appearance, but calm and confident at the same time.

He was large, but solid. In fact, hard. But what impressed Hana the most was his self-assurance — he was there to fuck her, and simply considered it one of the perks that was due him.

After he’d cum, she considered telling him that she would be happy to have more than three customers for each of her two days. But decided not to — Claire had a way of finding things out.

Tommy Clooney was four years younger than James. He, too, worked with his hands. He was a construction foreman for a company that built new houses and did low-rise commercial buildings as well. He liked the work, being outdoors, and the pay was excellent — a lot of overtime in the booming metropolis.

His wife Anita was a live wire — a native Georgian from a small town in the northwest corner of the state. She liked the bright lights and late hours of the big city, and would party with Tommy at a moment’s notice. No kids yet. Money to play, and an ‘I’m-ready’ disposition.

The only other time Riley had been to Atlanta, Tommy and Anita took James and her to a round of strip clubs. The joints were built into the city’s culture at a certain level of affluent, young revelers.

Riley remembered that visit fondly — Anita had interacted with the strippers every bit as much as her husband. She stuffed bills in garters and merrily stroked pussies. The 22-year old was uninhibited and jolly fun.

When Tommy and Anita invited her to say with them, she said, “Mr. Fowler is putting me up at the Four Seasons. My girlfriend is there too and I don’t want to leave her alone.”

Anita started to say something, then didn’t. Riley wondered if she suspected that she would be entertaining gentlemen callers each of her two nights. Anita seemed plugged into the stripper scene. Oh well.

As for Riley herself, she was mostly pleased that this would be the end of her stint of selling pussy. She’d miss part of it, but it would be a relief not to be hiding anything from James and Flynn.

And she wouldn’t be living like a nun back home. She’d still be stripping at Pussy and weekending with either James or Flynn at Carefree. James was fine with his son going there, and was delighted that he was scoring pussy. It’s just that he felt uncomfortable with the idea of both of them being there at the same time.

Riley enjoyed Carefree in different ways with each of them. She enjoyed all the pussy that James was getting. And she enjoyed watching her son grow and mature in front of her eyes.

She cherished her time at Carefree even though she was fully aware that Claire was using her and Flynn for her own ends, Riley no longer felt any twinges of resentment. Now that she’d stopped turning tricks for Claire, the woman was being more and more open. Was sharing her plans and strategies, bringing her closer into the Stillman clan.

When Riley told her how pleased she and James were that Flynn was enjoying pussy, Claire nodded, but said, “I’m going to keep him bi. Put him together with a butt-boy once in a while.”

“Okay, but why?”

“When you and I finally have kids running around Carefree, we’ll use him with a boy from time to time.”

Riley liked it that Claire said, ‘you and I,’ almost like they were almost partners.

In Atlanta, Anita Clooney drove Riley to the hotel, “Tommy and I will catch the last show — the later it is, the sluttier it gets.”

“Well.”

“Sure you don’t want to stay with us after?”

“Next time.”

Anita gave her another look, but didn’t push it.