Chapter 169

Riley took Linda Evans to Consuela’s private office in the back of Pussy. Where the veteran whore interviewed interviewed and filmed aspiring strippers.

Riley nodded at Linda, “Show her what you got.”

Consuela had inspected hundreds of girls. And a few stood out. Ellie Travis for her unbridled sexuality. Hana Kido for her third-grade face and body. Riley herself for her sheer beauty. Maria Mendoza for her haughty, I’m-above-all-of-this attitude.

Riley turned Linda around in a circle, “What do you think?”

“Seven hundred and fifty. Five if you wanna go for volume, but this one is a bungalow whore for sure.”

“Consuela, that is exactly what I thought. She isn’t quite worth Hana-money, but she’s definitely not trailer trash.”

Walking back to Carefree, to Pussy Day, Riley said, “It’s a big decision, honey. Take your time. Be sure to talk it over with Christie.”

“You didn’t even ask me if I wanted to.”

“Hon, you have a hunger in your eyes. I saw it last night when you went down on me. This morning when Luke fucked you. You’re ripe and you’re going to be spending a lot of time with your legs spread anyway. They question you have to answer is, do you wanna get paid for it.”

“What would you do, Miss Riley?”

“I already did it, honey. I whored for Claire for about a year.”

Linda stopped in her tracks, “You? You?”

“I loved it, most of it. I only stopped because I don’t like keeping secrets from my husband and Flynn.”

Linda grew thoughtful. “Last night Luke showed us Mrs. Travis fucking two guys. You just mentioned Mrs. Kido. Who else at Carefree is selling it?”

“Maria Mendoza. Consuela charges $500 for her. A thousand for Ellie and Hana. Ellie works in a bungalow that Claire built for her highest-priced whores. She was back in a trailer only to be a show-and-tell for you girls.”

“What about you?”

“When I quit turning tricks, Consuela was charging two thousand for me. Willow sent me to Atlanta for a weekend and the club owner charged five.”

“You made some serious bank!”

“I did, but not as much as you might think. The owner keeps all of the money. But we whores get to keep all of the tips.”

Linda frowned, “So, how much would I get?”

“Okay, Consuela charges $750 a pop for you. You could get a lot more in a big city — Pink Pussy is mid-market. So you could expect two or three hundred.”

“Per guy?”

“Per guy.”

Riley knew that Linda didn’t need the money. The Evans family was more than comfortable. But getting paid for it — being so desirable that men would cough up over $700 for a romp was exciting. And, as Linda could already discern, being a bungalow whore carried a certain amount of prestige.

Molly

Riley had Bethie Andrews meet her at Carefree on a Tuesday mooning. She also had Emma Preston keep Ronnie home from school; everyone gathered at Emma’s apartment.

Riley, “Any problems getting off work, Bethie?”

“No, ma’am, I got scads of vacation days built up. I save ‘em for Pussy Day. And that No-Door Thursday too.”

Riley studied the 31-year-old woman with approval. Bethie was fresh-faced with that clean-cut, Midwestern look. A petite body. Boobs about the size of tennis balls. A fresh Brazilian. Riley was pleased she’d made the effort.

Emma was 33, and the two women looked sort of like cousins. Ronnie was excited about skipping school, and openly curious about the new woman. He had an erection, but no one thought it strange — he was a 14-year-old boy in a room with three naked women.

“Bethie, I like your upbeat attitude — both at Pussy Day and No-Door. You seem like a basically positive person.”

“Yes, ma’am, I try to be.”

“You obviously enjoy sex.”

“A lot.”

“I’m starting a little community here at Carefree — moms and their kids. Emma and Ronnie are my first full-time residents.”

“Huh.”

“I’m thinking about letting you and Sissy move in too.”

“Oh?” She was obviously startled at the idea.

“Bring her to Pussy Day tomorrow — I’d have to meet her first. Before I make my decision.”

“Well, sure. I knew you wanted kids. And I talked with her about Pussy Day some.”

“And?”

“Oh, she’s excited, just by the idea. Cutting school, all the naked people, you know, kids.”

“Is she a virgin?” Neither Bethie nor Emma thought the question the least bit odd. Nor intrusive.

“No, ma’am, not for a while now. I got her on the Pill.”

“Very wise. Does she have a girlfriend?”

“No ma’am, not anyone in particular. There’s four of them, hang out, sleepovers, like that.”

“Sleepovers?”

Big grin, “Like mother, like daughter. I was always fooling around, this girl, that one. I guess that’s one reason I like Pussy Day so much.”

“How’s your Silverado running?”

“Huh? My car?” Obviously thrown by the sudden change of subject. “Uh, not so hot. Kinda rough?”

“Give me your keys.”

Staring at Riley, puzzled, she reached into her canvas tote.

Riley spoke into her cell, “Richie, please send someone to Emma’s apartment. Pick up a 2017 Silverado. Full tuneup, new tires, belts, whatever — the works. I need it back by three. If it needs more work, bring me a loaner. Oh, treat yourself to a BJ. You’re welcome.”

Bethie’s mouth was hanging open.

Riley smiled, “There are some perks to living in Carefree. Emma.”

Emma smiled, “Free rent, that’s a biggie for me. Utilities too. Health insurance. Um, a bus takes Ronnie to school every morning.”

There was a knock at the door — two apprentice mechanics in their early 20s. They stared at the naked tableau. Riley tossed them the keys, “Back by three. Wash and wax. Detail it too.”

“Yes ma’’am.” “Yes ma’am.” They left, whispering about seeing _the_ Miss Riley stark fucking naked.

Riley turned to Bethie, “The big change would be for Sissy. She’d still go to the same school, but living here she wouldn’t get to see her friends as often.”

Bethie whispered, “Living here,” as if she were trying it on for size.