Chapter 38

In the morning, Ellie Travis woke up bright and cheerful. Over pastries and coffee in Claire’s kitchen, she was still bubbly, still chattering away about her Pink Pussy debut.

Claire handed her six one-hundred dollar bills.

“What’s this?”

“Your tip money from last night.” She winked at the startled girl, “I imagine you’ll make at least that much again this morning.”

“But ... but.”

“You earned every penny, Ellie. And guess what? Consuela told me that that’s the most any first-time girl has earned. You set the record, babe.”

Confusion turned to pleasure, to pride. “The most? The most ever?”

“Yep. By over two hundred dollars. Honey, Consuela has a list from last night — another 22 men asked to fuck you.”

Ellie’s eyes got big; she whispered to herself, “Twenty-two.”

Claire decided to go in for the kill. “Ellie those men in the audience last night? The ones who’ll be waiting for you this morning?”

She nodded, listening raptly.

“They’re all going to be talking about you, talking with their buddies about the hot piece of ass they saw.”

More nodding, the start of a grin.

“That means the Ellie-demand meter is ticking. So I’ve been thinking about how we’re going to answer the call.”

“How?”

“We’ll start with two days a week. Two mornings a week. Eric is at work, kids at school.”

Ellie nodded, her eyes hooded as she thought about her home life.

“Let’s say we do Tuesday and Thursdays. You drive here, report to Consuela around 10 or so. Because you’re so special, she’ll let you do three sets — other girls will be dancing when you’re in the trailer.”

Ellie nodded, picturing it, picturing herself up on that stage.

“Consuela will cut off the guys around 1, or 1:30 so you can get your butt back home before school lets out.”

“Could I do Mondays and Wednesdays instead?”

Gotcha!

“Of course. Now Consuela pays in cash. Unlike my other whores, you won’t be on the payroll, won’t show up in any records.”

The first time Claire had used the word ‘whore.’

Ellie frowned, “I can’t let Eric know. So we can’t declare it on our taxes. We have to pay every quarter.”

Good. She was concerned with the mechanics. Not the act, not the title.

“Ellie, no one, no one except for you and me and Consuela will ever know you took a single Pink Pussy dollar. You just have to decide what to do with all that cash.”

Ellie beamed, “Clothes, spa treatments, there’s this necklace I have my eye on.”

“Good, that’s settled. Now let me tell you about your morning.”

“Today?”

“Today. You’re such a luscious piece of ass that Consuela is only going to open one stage when you’re there. The entire room will be focused on you and you alone.”

Ellie hugged herself and squirmed in the chair.

“But before that, I promised I’d give you to my kids for an hour or so. So hop into the shower.”

Elle sat up and stared, bug-eyed, “Luke? Luke?”

“And Willow. Now Ellie, look at me, pay attention.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’m not paying you to fuck them — all my whores give them as much pussy as they want.”

“Oh, of course! Naturally.”

“Now they may tip you; if so, you accept the money gracefully.”

“Okay, but why would they pay if they don’t have to?”

“Primo pussy. Now scoot.”

Ten minutes later, Claire smiled indulgently as Ellie tentatively reached out to hold Luke’s cock. Her fingers couldn’t begin to reach all the way around. Willow winked at Claire; they’d seen that awed reaction so many times.

Claire said, “Ellie.”

The girl blinked, “Yes?”

“Wait to start sucking him until I set the cameras up.”

“Oh sure, great.”

Claire had told her children, “Take it easy on her. Give her a couple of climaxes, but I want her fresh when she starts turning tricks for Consuela.”

Willow and Luke had shared plenty of whores over the years, and they did hold back on Ellie. Gentled her into a couple of orgasms. Then, as instructed, each of them handed her a hundred dollar bill.

Willow followed the script, “Ellie, I’m going to pay you a compliment, a sincere one.”

“Oh?”

“You’re already Claire’s favorite whore and you’ve only worked one shift.”

She beamed with pleasure, and spoke softly. “Thank you. So much.”

Luke winked at her, “Claire loves money. We just know you’re going o make a nice bundle at her.”

Ellie, ten years older than Luke, said, “Yes sir, I’m gonna do my best.”

Claire smiled at her fondly, “Now get your cute little butt in gear — your fans are waiting for you.”

Ellie stood straighter and gave her a mock salute, “Yes ma’am!”