Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 14
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14 - Four Corners, in the middle of central Iowa, was a world unto itself. Truck stop and diner. An unincorporated village of 800. Over 12,000 acres of prime farmland. A destination restaurant - Chez Claire. A strip club, Pink Pussy, with private trailers in back. All owned and managed by a 52-year-old woman named Claire Stillman, and her two children - Willow and Luke. Paid sex has always drawn organized crime and invited betrayal. Claire was seasoned, tough, and strong-willed. Would that be enough?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Bestiality Masturbation
Claire had always had an active sex life. Growing up with understanding, and permissive, parents. Surrounded by pussy. After she married Bobby, and before he was killed, she limited her affairs to three married men. Chicago, San Francisco, Dallas.
Those were still her favorites. Because she was both the figurehead, and the actual leader of, Four Corners, she didn’t take any men to bed when she was home.
And now,, with the Delgado situation, she couldn’t afford to leave, couldn’t take the chance. But she still had her needs. She told Consuela, “Start sending me a girl around midnight. For the next week or so.”
“Sure, Miss S. Any preferences?”
“Hmm ... young. The youngest ones you have in the stable.”
“Sure. I have young and young-young.”
“Young-young.”
The impending showdown with Teeny Delgado was on a need-to-know basis. The Security team had to be on the alert, of course. Consuela was in the loop because Claire would be letting the circuit girls go. And Consuela would also be tasked with finding replacement pussy. She had her two scouts roaming the six-county area, putting out the word — Pink Pussy was hiring.
The local whores themselves were aware that Consuela was pulling girls out of Mel’s Diner, Chez Claire. Promoting motel housekeepers, girls who worked in the various retail stores, farm girls, everyone she could find.
The Pink Pussy strippers knew the what, but not the why.
The naked busboys had been a surprise to the working girls. A surprise and a hit. They were immediately popular, beyond even Willow’s expectations.
Consuela had the local whores apply light makeup on the boys. A clear foundation, a touch of color on their cheeks and lips. After some experimentation, they added false eyelashes.
By the second week, Consuela had expanded from five to eleven little boys. All Hispanic, all slender, all young and alluring. Lithe, brown bodies, white smiles, cheerful attitudes. Most had been butt-virgins, but that was soon an insignificant part of history.
Consuela told Willow, “For every ten blowjobs, maybe one guy fucks them.”
“Either way is fine. How about your girls?”
“They love it. I mean since they get to keep the tips, why wouldn’t they?”
“But you’re still paying the butt-boys’ mothers?”
“Yep, $100 per shift. They’re tickled too.”
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