Chapter 26

Claire sat down with Bonnie Peters, the head of her Video Department. With hundreds of hours of video feeds to check every day, the job was more art than science. Bonnie and her two assistants could fast forward through a full day’s capture of, say one of the trailers behind Pink Pussy, in a little over a minute. Over 99% of what they reviewed was of no significance.

Once in a while, very rarely, Claire or Willow or Luke would have her turn off a set of pinhole cameras. Like in the stockade on a certain day.

Claire smiled at the recent college grad, “Has Consuela been trying to recruit you?”

“Of course.”

“And?”

“Actually, I’d kind of like to give it a shot. Just for a lark, a change. And only part-time, maybe a couple of hours once or twice a week. Before I come in here.”

“We certainly are looking for pussy. But you’re a key employee, don’t feel obligated.”

Big grin, “I told her I’d try it next Monday, it might be kind of kicky.”

“Good for you. Now, shift to Carefree Village.”

Bonnie brought up the outside footage on the flat screen. It was early on a Friday morning; not many guests had arrived. There were three women, ranging from 18 to the mid-forties. They had their chaises lying flat, and they were basking in the morning son.

Bonnie adjusted the volume.

“I wonder if Bernie will be here this weekend?”

“I’m more interested in his wife.”

The third woman, the oldest, “I just hope there’s some young meat this time.”

Bonnie turned down the volume, “They’re freebies, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, that’s another good thing about them — they usually arrive early. I like having pussy on display when the regulars check in.”

From the start, Claire had allowed a few single women to come to Carefree at no charge. The resort was fully booked each weekend because Claire would fill any empty apartments with fun-seeking women. The number usually ranged from two to eight. Claire now had a list of over thirty single and divorced women who were eager to weekend at Carefree.

The resort was free to them; they were free pussy for the paying guests. Claire was particularly fond of those single women. In the screening process, she was deliberately straightforward with each girl.

Janice Kavanaugh was typical of the girls she interviewed:

“You understand that you’re pussy to me. You’re at Carefree to be fucked. Or, to get other women off. I like it that you look good, look sexy, have a lively personality, but...?”

Janice was an exception because she was married. A 41-year-old with bleached blonde hair and enhanced breasts and a bald pussy. She laughed, “Miss S, I know I’m just a silly cunt to you and that’s fine with me. I like sex, I like being around other naked people. Within reason, I’ll fuck as many as you tell me to.”

“What about your family?”

“Fuck them. I gave over 20 years to a worthless husband. The kids are all right, but I’m ready to cut loose. Look, I live in a small town — the population is about 1200 — everybody knows everybody else’s business. At Carefree five guys can bang me in public and no once back home is any the wiser.”