Chapter 3

Claire had thought that Luke had cum more than usual at his morning blowjob from Lucinda. Confirmed it with Mrs. Simmons. Why? Claire liked to know things. Paid attention to details. The cum-question had no Four-Corners significance; Claire just like to keep track of what was going on.

She had started Luke’s sexual education at an early age. In fact, Mrs. Simmons had been one of the girls Claire had sucking his cock even before he could cum. He was well endowed even back then. Mrs. Simmons, a couple of waitresses, and a few strippers could easily get him erect. Soon they were giving him little shudders of physical pleasure. He wasn’t yet ejaculating, but obviously enjoyed the regular encounters.

Willow had grown impatient as she watched, “Why the fuck can’t he cum, Claire?”

“He’s close, any day now.”

Willow had not only matured faster than Luke, she had become sexually active on her own. She’d preferred girls from the start, and Claire made sure that she had a steady supply of pussy.

Claire had wanted her kids to enjoy the full panoply of sexual pleasures for both personal gratification and business reasons. She was already moving sex workers higher on her priority list, and had known back then that Willow would soon be intimately involved in the Pink Pussy operation.

She had never bothered to teach them to be proud of their bodies. Instead, she instilled basic self-confidence. Trained them to take a hard, realistic look at life. But also to enjoy the bounty that Four Corners provided. Positive body-imaging was just part of the package as they matured.

Claire strolled over to the strip club and smiled at the two gold statues, each 30-feet high. When Willow was 16 and Luke 14, she’d had them pose in the nude for a Turkish sculptor. The statues were modeled on the giant David in downtown Louisville. There, the sculptor had recreated Michelangelo’s masterpiece in foam, and sprayed it gold.

Claire had considered having Luke erect, but decided against it. Simply having her two children on public display would set Midwestern tongues wagging. And, the two statues became instant Pink-Pussy landmarks — giving the strip club more word-of-mouth coverage than even the most comprehensive marketing plan could have done.

Willow’s pussy lips and erect nipples were rendered with precise accuracy, as was her face. No question what she looked like in the nude.

With Luke, his 6” cock was now 30-inches long and astonishingly fat. His David-pose was mirrored in Willow’s sculpture. The two of them stood on either side of the Pink-Pussy front door — emblems and invitations.

Claire idly wondered how many thousands of visitors had posed for photos between the two. She knew the site was extraordinarily popular with high school and middle school kids. More so with the giggly little girls than the boys.

As for the strip club itself — Pink Pussy was frequently mired in a bureaucratic crossfire. The Iowa State Supreme Court had ruled that nude dancing was illegal back in 2012. The edict had been appealed many times — one argument was that nude dancing was an art form.

Claire Stillman didn’t join the appeals process; she preferred a low-profile approach. In 2016 she turned Pink Pussy into a private club. Her attorney, Michelle Goldstein told her, “We might get away with it. There’s almost no enforcement of the law, even in Des Moines. Out here in the boonies — well, we’ll just have to see how it goes.”

It became an unspoken truce between Claire and the state officials. Manpower to inspect all of the clubs was a challenge. A lack of enthusiasm from many of the voters. And, the physical difficulty of sneaking someone inside. Pink Pussy required ID for age-reasons, and even more ID to become a member.