Chapter 39

Even with the Teeny Delgado specter hovering over their heads, the Stillmans knew that life, work, had to go on.

Willow was in the process of deciding which of the lot lizards — the truck stop blowjob girls — to send to Consuela. As was her nature, she took the direct approach.

She had selected 11 girls — all teenagers, all more or less presentable — to start with. When the high schools and middle schools let out for the day, their mothers would drive them to Four Corners, let them out, and return around 7 or 8 to take them home.

Willow had the security team — just the regular guards, not the Army specialists — stop the 11 cars and hold the mothers until Willow could talk with them. She went from car to car and told the little girls, “Go ahead and get to work. I have some things to discuss with your mom. Nothing to worry about, no bad news.”

She had the security guys escort the mothers into Claire’s Garage, into the recently carved out room where Willow planned to offer free hummers to the men whose cars were being serviced. The room contained a leather sofa, a small bathroom with a toilet and sink, a table with porn magazines, a couple of chairs, and a television set streaming more porn.

The 11 women ranged from suspicious to puzzled to nervous. They were all in their thirties and forties, dressed casually. One woman in particular interested Willow. Holly Collins, and her daughter Tammy, were particularly attractive. Not only among the lot lizards and their mothers, but in general.

“I’m Willow Stillman, I work here.”

One woman, arms crossed, frowning, “i know who you are, we all do.”

Others nodded.

Willow said, “I’m making some changes here, changes you’re going to like.”

Some skeptical looks.

Willow handed over eleven one-hundred dollar bills. The atmosphere changed instantly. “Oh, God, thank you!” “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Holly Collins spoke simply, “This means a lot to us, me and Tammy, Miss Willow.”

“You’re welcome. Now there are two changes coming — both will be positive for you and your girls. First, look around you. This is a new room, I just had it put in. I’m going to start offering free blowjobs to any guy who’s having his car serviced in the garage. Any guy who wants one.”

Several frowns. What they had heard was ‘free.’

“But I’m paying your girls $30 for every dick they suck. And you don’t have to pay me that five bucks out of it.”

“Oh.” Okay.” “Good.”

“The whole thing is an experiment — I think it’s going to be real popular, but I won’t know for a month or so. But you all can see the logic — bring your car in and a pretty, naked girl will suck you off.”

“Naked?”

“Of course. It’s not like out in the lot — it’s private in here. So, I’ll make up a list of which girls work which shifts. I think they’re gonna love the gig, so I’ll spread the work around. Any questions?”

A raised hand, “When do we get the money?”

“When you pick your daughter up. Ronnie — Ronnie Falstaff is the assistant manager, and he’ll pay them at the end of every shift. Oh, that reminds me — your girls will suck off the Ronnie and his boss, Cliff, when they’re in the mood. No charge for them, of course.”

A couple of shrugs, no biggie.

“What if they try to fuck Allie?” The woman pointed to the couch.

“Marge, no one — absolutely no one — will try to force her. Now, if she wants to give him some pussy, that’s up to her. But it’s still $30. Of course if he tips her, that’s fine too.”

More nods.

“Okay, pay attention, ladies. Most people bring there cars in here when they’re on the way to work. Now, I know how difficult it is to get teenagers moving first thing in the morning. But that’s when they’ll rake in the most moolah. You get ‘em here by 6 and let ‘em work an hour, hour and a half. You can wait in the visitors lounge — TV, free coffee and donuts.”

Some determined looks, some nods.

“Now some guys are too rushed in the morning — so the after-school girls can suck ‘em off when they pick up their cars.”