Chapter 182

Riley again noted the professionalism of Karla Maxwell’s security team. They made a good first impression and served as a preview for the quality of the rest of the operation.

Karla greeted her with a smile, “I knew you’d be back. Baron is irresistible — one of my all-time favorite studs.”

They were in the same bedroom where Riley had watched Duke fuck Marsha. Baron was sitting on his haunches, watching everything placidly. His 70-year-old trainer, Marylin, was scratching him behind the ears.

Eileen McCorkle, in her white lab coat, was holding Willie’s hand. Her other son, Ronnie, also naked, was standing off to the side.

There were three women with video cameras — not cell phones — adjusting lights, arranging large white cardboard squares for the backdrop.

Karla smiled at Riley, “I’ve never had a bitch as beautiful as you. I’m live-streaming this for my top customers — $500 a pop. Now undress so we can test your skin tones.”

As she stripped, Riley said, “Afterwards, let’s talk business. I have a proposal for your first regional outpost.”

“Four Corners?”

“Four Corners.”

Willie stared at her, “You’’re so gorgeous, Mrs. Clooney.” His slender hard-on was bouncing wildly.

“Why thank you, honey.”

Karla said, “We’ll cuff your ankles, but not your wrists.”

Riley could picture herself — legs spread, feet pointed up at the ceiling. She shrugged, “Sure.”

“Eileen will warm you up — that’s mainly for our viewing audience.”

Willie said, “Mom’s real good at eating pussy — all the girls say so.”

Ronnie gave a loud sigh as Eileen took off her coat, all that she was wearing, and smiled at Riley, “My tongue’s about one-tenth the size of Baron.” She winked, “And about one-tenth as talented.”

Willie nodded enthusiastically, “Baron is her favorite — he can make her cum and cum and...”

Eileen tousled his hair, “We get it, Willie, I’m a cum-slut for Baron.”

“You’re no slut! You’re ... you’re ... Mom!”

Baron’s ears perked up each time he heard his name, but otherwise just sat there calmly, yawning hugely every once in a while. Even with all the other people, the bright lights, the camera girls, Riley felt that certain tingle every time she glanced at the massive dog.

This experience would be a first for her — a significant first — but she was now living a new life. She was a junior partner, and now even owned a percentage of Four Corners. Her husband, James, was resigned to the major change in their relationship. Flynn seemed to be prospering, doing better than ever.

Baron? It was time.