Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 19
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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
One minor piece of good news. Teeny Delgado sent two charter vans to Four Corners on Saturday morning to collect his circuit whores. It was a quick, clean parting.
The local girls didn’t know the backstory, didn’t understand why the others had departed so abruptly. And on a Saturday, second only to Friday in term of volume.
Consuela gathered the girls in small groups. “Okay, listen up. Claire got rid of the circuit girls; she had to pay too much for them. Now, it’s up to you.”
Excited murmurs.
“You’ve been used to working the early shifts, now you’ll have to cover the late ones too. Those of you who have kids, come see me, We’ll work out babysitters and meals and homework and whatever else we have to do. Any questions?”
The queries were all tactical; no one inquired about the reasons behind the sudden major changes.
“I know it’s going to be inconvenient until we get everything sorted out. And Claire knows it too. So, starting today and going through next Saturday, she’s paying you a fifty-dollar bonus for every guy you do. Suck him or fuck him — fifty more bucks in your kitty.”
Cheers, some applause, laughter.
“Now obviously, we’re going to be shorthanded for a while. Until we find enough new talent. So, help me out here. I’m paying a hundred bucks for every new girl you bring me. So talk to your friends, your sisters, cousins, mothers, whoever. And even if you think they’re too young, bring ‘em to me, let me decide. Claire understands we have to be flexible, keep an open mind. Any more questions?”
More tactical stuff.
“Okay ladies, here’s another policy change. All of you waitresses, you bartenders too, you’re all going to take turns up on the stage.”
Cheers.
“You understand why — we just lost a lot of dancers. And our customers want to see fresh faces. What does this mean? More blowjobs. More trips to the trailers.”
Grins and high-fives.
“So, new policy. I wanna see stage-pussy earlier and earlier. Lose your panties, your thongs by the end of your first number. We’re shorthanded and we’re gonna make it up in turnover.”
The takeaway was net, net, net positive. Get on stage. Get naked. Get paid.
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