Chapter 41

Ellie Travis was having the time of her life. She had asked Consuela for permission to work three mornings a week instead of two. Consuela gladly consented. But at Claire’s suggestion, now limited Ellie to two fucks a day. Three or four blowjobs, but only two intercourse sessions. Claire had told Consuela, “Keep her wanting more.”

“That’ll keep her coming back.”

Early one Wednesday afternoon, Claire caught up with Ellie after she had dressed to start the drive home. “Hey there, Miss S! What a surprise.”

“Hey yourself, big earner. Still liking the gig?”

“Loving it! Truly. Say do you think Consuela would let me add a fourth morning?”

Claire kept a straight face, “That would be up to her, of course. But go ahead and ask her. Now, how are things on the home front?”

Shrug, “They’re okay. Fine, really. Why?”

“When are you and Eric coming back to Carefree?”

“Oh gosh, I dunno. He, um, doesn’t like it too much?”

“Why is that, dear?”

Sigh. “Oh you know, he’s not that well endowed. And it’s bothering him when he sees the other guys — you know, comparing them.”

“I want you guys back at Carefree. Tell him that Bonnie was asking for him — that she’s interested in hooking up again.”

Ellie looked at her shrewdly, “No she isn’t. What’s the real reason?”

“You are. I want you to find me another Ellie, another good earner, another Carefree whore.”

“Ah. Of course. That makes sense. Anyone you want to point me to?”

“No, you know those ladies better than I do. But probably someone from Des Moines. Depending on who you rope in, maybe you could even car-pool to Pussy during the week.”

Ellie’s eyes lit up, “I would like that! A lot. Share the driving, girl talk.”

“Honey, you work on getting Eric here this weekend. I’ll throw so much pussy his way that he’ll be itching to return.”

Ellie grew serious for a moment, “Am I really your top earner, Miss S?”

“On an hourly basis? Absolutely. Now some other whores make more in total, but they work like six hours a shift. And Consuela lets more men fuck them than she does you.”

“Why is that? I told her I’d do more. I’d like to do more.”

“Don’t fish for compliments, Ellie. You’re prime pussy and you know it. The guys you fuck — well, they pay Consuela more for the privilege.”

Ellie hugged herself in delight. Claire knew the woman needed a boost every once in a while. Most people did. Ellie said, “But Consuela doesn’t pay me any more.” She rushed out her words, “I mean, I’m not complaining, not at all. But if those guys are paying a premium for me?”

“Ellie, you’re making that extra money for me. For every guy you fuck. I like money. And I like the girls who bring it in.”

“Of course, of course.”

Claire studied the woman — she couldn’t get over how strong that please-fuck-me look was. She exuded sex. If only there was some way to bottle it.