Chapter 20

Despite the tension created by the Delgado problem, Claire found herself in a surprisingly horny mood most nights. She told Consuela, “Start sending me two little darlings at a time.”

“You got it, Miss S. Still want the young stuff?”

“Younger.”

Claire became a languorous lady in bed. She enjoyed laying back, propped up on a couple of pillows, lazily watching the little girls suck her nipples, lick her pussy, stimulate her clitoris. She especially came to savor early morning romps. Wake ‘em up, run ‘em through the shower, put ‘em back to work.

Unlike, Willow, she preferred men, but since she couldn’t afford to leave Four Corners these days, this was a good interim solution. Claire had learned compromise and adaptability over the years. Like bats had evolved — they do use natural sonar to echolocate their surroundings. But their eyes see well enough in the dark to assist in navigating through the night.

Claire, like Mother Nature, didn’t have one perfect plan for survival — rather, a little of this, a little of that.

And, life went on. Martin had Delgado’s compound under a 24/7 watch. He had found a rental house only a hundred or so yards away, and rotated two Hispanic soldiers, and one who looked the part, in and out. The Delgado routine seemed the same — eight men patrolling in teams of two, all day and all night. There was no sign of his ramping up, but that was no guarantee that it wasn’t in the works either.

Martin also used a drone, but sparingly. He didn’t want Delgado to be even more alert than he already must be.

The nude Carefree photo of Claire, Willow, and Luke gained some internet fame, and earned a sobriquet — The Threesome. Claire had easily obtained model releases from three couples and two single girls. The 15-second videos didn’t show actual sex taking place, but pussies and penises were on open display in the background on the Carefree website.

Each segment ended with a nude, smiling Claire saying, “Remember, at Carefree Village, clothes are forbidden.”

It was a clever tagline that positioned the resort in direct opposition to the family-friendly, clothing-optional versions. For the most recent video clip, the Robinson’s had positioned Claire sitting on a picnic table, one foot drawn up by her butt. A money shot that somehow wasn’t blatant even though the eye was drawn unerringly to her bald little pussy.

In the background, a redheaded teenage girl was joking around with three middle-aged men, two of whom were erect. Claire, “Remember, at Carefree Village, clothes are forbidden.”

The launch was still in the early stages, Carefree was open only on weekends. The resort was usually sold out, and Claire didn’t mind turning guests away. Word-of-mouth.

A very popular feature continued to be access to the Pink Pussy girls. Interestingly, almost as many women brought someone back to Carefree as the men. Claire had settled on a price of $500 — keep the girl as long as you want.

One wife from Iowa City told Claire, “It’s like a luxury buffet — all you can eat, but only the freshest ingredients.”

Claire had an initial concern that they might pass the girl around from couple to couple. She wanted the guests to enjoy themselves, but didn’t want her girls to be gang-banged by 10 or 15 guys. It turned out that there was a little sharing, but nothing that Claire couldn’t live with.

Visits to the Carefree website grew steadily over the weeks. There was an age disclaimer that was universally ignored. As time passed, Claire decided the videos would gradually become more explicit. She had no intention of letting Carefree become a porn site, but she also didn’t want it growing stale either.

But her impromptu idea of letting the guests bring home pussy from the strip club continued to grow in popularity. The concept was never mentioned in the videos, but word spread. A Des Moines wife told Claire, “Harold still can’t believe he can just stroll into Pink Pussy and point. That he can fuck any girl who catches his eye.”

Claire smiled, “So can you.”

“Oh I know that, darlin’ I do know that.”