Chapter 4

Before Claire had Willow organize the lot lizards — the blowjob girls in the vast parking lot for truckers — she’d had to make a decision. She could run the little freelancers off, but to keep them out of Four Corners would require so much time and effort from the security team.

The problem was they were selling hummers for as low as twenty dollars. They tried for fifty; however all but the newest drivers knew to bargain them down.

And Claire had her strippers charging one hundred in the Pink Pussy private rooms, located off to the side of the stage. She finally decided that it was two different demographics. The truckers did sometimes visit Pink Pussy, but rarely paid for any extras.

And while most of her regular customers probably knew about the lot lizards, they were more likely to stay inside, take a girl to a private room. As opposed to getting in their car and driving to the truckers’ lot and bunching their trousers down around their ankles.

Like the standoff with state officials on nude dancing, Claire decided a compromise, while not ideal, was at least tolerable.

One element of the lot lizards had surprised her. A number of mothers — maybe 15 or so — dropped their daughters off after school let out. And picked them up around 9 or 10. Claire wasn’t concerned with the fact that the girls were underage — 14 and 15 and 16. They weren’t officially on her payroll. Plus, the county sheriff’s patrols mostly stayed away from Four Corners.

She told Willow and Luke, “Think about those mothers dropping off their daughters — maybe there’s an angle there for us.”

Claire strolled from Pink Pussy to Claire’s Garage to Mel’s Diner to both motels and the fancy restaurant — Chez Claire. She and Willow and Luke walked the property several times a day — independently and seemingly at random. Actually, they decided on the routes and schedules every morning in Luke’s office.

Claire still selected who would give him his first BJ of the day — a carryover from when she first started giving girls to him, way back when. After his morning hummer, he was on his own for afternoon and evening pussy, although she and Willow sometimes sent a new girl his way.

The three of them would continue making the rounds well into the night. Chez Claire usually closed around 11 or 12, but Mel’s diner, the truck stop, and Pink Pussy stayed open 24/7.

Once every month or two, Willow would step up on stage and join one of the strippers. She had no inhibitions about having sex with another girl in public. Claire’s attitude was, “That’s just Willow, our blithe spirit.”

Sometimes Claire took Luke to watch his sister perform; they were both proud of the gutsy young lady. Because she was a lesbian, Willow didn’t give blowjobs in the private rooms; and certainly didn’t let customers take her out to one of the trailers.

But she was an exception to the rule. Every girl who worked in Pink Pussy was available. That information wasn’t posted on the website for obvious reasons. But word spread, and most customers were aware of the policy.

The waitresses all wore booty shorts and halters. The bartenders — all women — wore miniskirts and tops that left their midriff bare. Making them available had been Claire’s idea back when she was a little girl, first learning that side of the business. She had asked her mother, “Connie, why are we letting all that pussy go to waste?”

It was a gradual transition; Claire’s parents originally gave the girls the option of earning extra money. By the time Claire took over, it was Four Corners policy — every Pink Pussy girl hired was now available.

To make sure there was no uncertainty, it was now part of the interview process. Consuela Hernandez, who ran the day-to-day functions for Pink Pussy, not only spelled it out, but videod all the girls during the hiring process. The Stillmans occasionally watched a new girl’s first interview, just because they kept track of everything. This time it was during their early-morning meeting.

Evelyn Fletcher was typical — she’d applied for a waitress job in the strip club. Willow happened to check out the video feed in mid-interview. Ev was now nude, and one of Consuela’s assistants was weighing her, taking her measurements, while the girl repeated her instructions.

“It’s $150 to take me to a private room. That’s fifty bucks more than the strippers get. I keep my shorts on even when I blow them, even if they tip me good. They wanna fuck me in a trailer, that’s $250. I get to keep all the tips.”

Consuela, “The rest goes to the house.”

“Of course. And every room and the trailers have credit card readers, they take Apple Pay or cash. But always get paid first.”

“And the panic button?”

“Oh yeah — there’s one in every room.”

The girl was 16, but had impeccable ID that showed her to be 22. Like many of the applicants, she was from Des Moines, and couldn’t wait to leave an unhappy home.

The pussy dynamics were interesting. The strippers did more volume — they were naked up there on the stages — but the waitresses and bartenders were paid more for hummers and pussy. There was some sort of mystique about looking at the clothed girls hustling drinks and knowing you could have them.

Willow adjusted the video feed to include Consuela. She was a 32-year Pink Pussy veteran, having been hired by Claire’s mother back in 1991. Over the years, she had spent more trailer-time than any other girl at Four Corners. She now weighed a little over 200 pounds, none of it jiggly fat.

Consuela was wearing her usual black pants suit because it lent authority to the process. She was smoking an ever-present cigar, the only employee exempted from the no-smoking, site-wide policy.

She ran a finger up and down Ev’s large pussy lips, “Sometimes one of the owners here might decide to do you.”

“I know, my sister told me about the Stillmans. No charge, right?”

“Correctamente. One of them sends for you, drop everything.”

Willow switched to Chez Claire. The mostly Hispanic crew, in matching uniforms, was running vacuums; the chairs were up on the tables. Soon, they would be putting on tablecloths, readying the bar, getting the place prepped for the lunch crowd.

Luke pointed to one young girl, “Who’s that? I haven’t seen her.”

Willow said, “Perv. Her name’s Lupe, Lupe Morales. Been here about six weeks.”

Claire smiled to herself; Luke’s penis had begun throbbing, he hadn’t had his morning BJ.

Willow shook her head in mock exasperation, “Jesus, Luke, she’s only 14.”

Fully erect, he said, “She’s going to waste doing scut work.”

Claire nodded, “She is pussy material, I’ll speak to Consuela.”