Chapter 29

Bonnie Peters, head of the Video team, called Claire, “I think I found your Carefree gal.”

“I’ll stop by in the morning.”

Claire hoped to convince one Carefree wife and mother to strip at Pink Pussy. To sell her body for money. Once she had the first one, others might well follow. Claire was mostly interested in the social engineering challenge. How far could she push the envelope.

In the Video room, Claire smiled at Bonnie, “I hear you were quite the hit at Pussy.”

Bonnie giggled, “It was a blast! I never realized what an exhibitionist I was.”

“Good girl.”

“Claire, I took three guys back to the trailers. Bam, bam, bam. Two more were waiting for me, but I had to come to work.”

“Any second thoughts?”

“Yeah, I wish I’d gone to work for Consuela after I gave up my cherry.”

“And when was that?”

“My first summer here. Sophomore year in high school.”

“So you’ll be going back to Pussy?”

“Yes ma’am! Consuela said I can have two hours — 6 to 8 — as many mornings as I want.”

“Excellent, she can surely use the extra pussy. Now tell me about my target whore.”

Bonnie laughed, “You’re already calling her a whore.”

“Think positive.”

“I put together a video montage. Her name is Ellie. Ellie Travis, she’s 37. Husband Eric is a homebuilder in Des Moines. Very successful. Ellie has a 17-year-old daughter and a 15-year-old son.”

“I don’t recognize the name, but show me the video. Now, she hasn’t signed a model release has she? I’d remember her.”

“No, no release. She and Eric have been here three tines. Check out the video — it’s a composite, about three minutes long.”

Claire peered closely at the opening still shot. Ellie Travis was standing by the pool, smiling at a well-endowed man. “Is that Eric?”

“No, here he is.”

Bonnie ran a short clip from a camera hidden in their apartment. The couple was sitting on the sofa. Ellie was leafing through a Vogue, yawning from time to time. Eric was staring up at the flatscreen stroking what looked to be a four-inch, skinny hard-on.

Claire grinned, “Good. A small dick.”

“I thought you’d like that. And, Claire, he turned off the cameras in their apartment. She didn’t want him to, but didn’t argue with him.”

Claire watched the video montage with interest. Over the three weekends Ellie had fucked four different men, one of them with obvious enthusiasm. She’d gone down on three women, but enjoyed being licked far more. Eric had fucked her twice. Missionary position. Once she yawned mightily.

“Go back to the opening shot.”

Claire leaned forward, studying Ellie. She had an expensive haircut — short bangs, hair curved up at the chin. There was something almost intangible about the woman. The expression on her face, her body posture, something. Claire murmured to herself, “She is so fuckable.”

“I know — that’s exactly what I thought. She doesn’t look slutty, nothing like that. But she gives out a vibe — I wanna get fucked.”

Claire said, “She’s had some work done, look at those faint lines around her eyes.”

“Yeah. Boobs too.”

“It was good work — her tits look natural. Just a minor enhancement.”

“I bet a salon did her pussy too — look how smooth it is.”

“This is all good, Bonnie. She obviously cares about her appearance — tip to toe. She’s bored with her husband. Likes sex and he isn’t delivering what she needs. But most of all I like that please-fuck-me look.”

“Still.”

“Yeah, still. It’ll take some work. Do you know when she’s scheduled back here?”

Bonnie grinned, “Tomorrow.”