Chapter 148

Claire’s two No-Door apartments caused the most buzz in the short history of Carefree. Just the idea of it was so decadent. The men, without exception loved the concept. Not, however, for their own wives. Although there were exceptions to that too.

But they paid avid attention to each and every woman who got up enough nerve to offer herself to the entire community. So many men hung around No-Door that it seemed like hordes of women must surely be inside.

In fact, only a handful of girls took the plunge. And most of them limited themselves to an hour or so.

On her own, Riley had an intercom system added to the closed circuit television setup. Now before any woman actually entered No-Door, she went to the party room, picked up a mic, and said, “Hi this is Eileen Bennet. I’m on my way to No-Door for one and a half hours. First come, first served!”

Willow told her mother, “That was ingenious on Riley’s part. She made going to No-Door even sluttier.”

Following Claire’s example, Riley continued to innovate.

When Paul had finished swallowing, Riley told him, “You make the No-Door announcement instead of your mom.”

“Yes!”

Helene started to object, then shrugged it off. What difference did it make, really? She was going to make herself available to any guy who wanted her to fuck her. Who cared whether she announced it or Paulie did? Even as she was rationalizing it, deep down she knew it was naughtier, no, dirtier, to have her son tell the world that his slut-mother was spreading her thighs. Yet, a part of her, also deep down, was thrilled at the audacity of it.

“Hello. My name is Paul Hutchinson. Me and my mom are in apartment 16. Her name is Helene and she’s on her way to No-Door. Helene Hutchinson, No-Door, Helene Hutchinson.”

Helene, Riley, and Flynn stood outside apartment 16 and watched the stream of naked men fast-striding toward No-Door. Paul was already there, waiting for the show to begin.

Helene took a deep breath and headed for No-Door. She could feel all the eyes on her, men and women. A couple of men patted her on the butt as they scurried ahead of her. In a way it felt like the Walk of Shame. But in another way she began to feel a familiar tingle, an anticipation. She raised her head and drew her shoulders back, standing tall. Those men wanted her, lusted after her; those men could have her.