Chapter 181

Miss Harper and Flynn found Sister Mary in the Pussy dressing room. The main room was fairly crowded as the lunch crowd began to trickle in. Flynn was pleased with the way Miss Harper had adjusted to the news that she was going to have a baby for Claire. The shock had worn off and she was now getting into the project — was aggressively seeking new girls for Flynn to impregnate.

And not just any girl would do. She had to be pretty special. Amanda Parish was a good start, and she’d be ovulating in a few days. Her daughter, April, would be even better, but Flynn and Miss Harper would have to wait until puberty tapped that little girl on the shoulder.

Sister Mary was in her usual secluded corner of the dressing room. She spotted them, smiled, and waved them over.

Flynn watched a new girl — a teenager he hadn’t seen before — lying on her back on a bench, being licked by Mrs. Simmons. The girl’s face was flushed with excitement as the school principal brought her closer and closer.

Sister Mary said, “That’s Mattie — this is her first week stripping so Consuela is having the girls get her excited before she goes on stage.” Sister Mary nodded to herself as they watched the little girl start to squirm, “Consuela knows what’s she’s doing. Mrs. Simmons won’t make her cum, just get her feeling sexy.”

Miss Harper nodded in agreement, “We do do a better job when we’re feeling slutty. Now, Sister Mary, I’m looking for pussy for Flynn.”

The pastor laughed, “What else is new?”

“But not just any pussy.” Miss Harper went on to explain about the baby project, and Sister Mary listened intently. Flynn watched the two intelligent women who didn’t waste time discussing the morality of breeding selected girls, didn’t fret over their ages. Claire had announced her intentions, and that was that.

Mattie squealed, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” But Mrs. Simmons stood up and handed her a thong, “Showtime, honey.”

Sister Mary looked at Miss Harper speculatively, “I do know of one girl who might qualify. A farm girl, got a good head on her shoulders. Name’s Betty Gunderson. Father deserted the family when she was a toddler. Mother cooks for the farmhands.”

Miss Harper, “What is Betty like — she didn’t attend school here.”

“No, she and her brothers are home-schooled. I was up there two weeks ago — Betty’s a late bloomer, she’s 14 hasn’t had her period yet.”

Miss Harper waved her hand, like swatting a fly away, “It’ll come soon enough. So, she’s sharp? You know what else Claire will be looking for.”

Rather than answer the question, Sister Mary said, “He mother will be the key. Gertrude is a realist — she know’s it’s a man’s world, knows how tough life can be.”

“What do you suggest?”

“I’m due back up there next week. I’ll have a heart-to-heart with mama. Betty could do a lot worse than make Claire Stillman happy.”

Just then Sister Mary smiled, and beckoned a little Hispanic butt-boy over. He scampered onto her lap, his tiny Viagra-boner wobbling around. She hugged him to her bosom and started rocking him gently, murmuring in Spanish.

Flynn felt himself stirring, and Sister Mary laughed, “Jorge can’t get pregnant, Flynn, sorry.”