Chapter 44

Claire took Bonnie Peters and Miss Harper to Carefree on Saturday morning. Miss Harper, a teacher and very recent addition to the Pussy lineup was there to help service Eric Travis.

Miss Harper said, “Okay, spell it out for me.”

Bonnie said, “We’ll get him inside his apartment, then you and i make out for a while. I’ll go down on you, so put on a good show.”

“Okay.”

“Then he’ll fuck one of us — probably you since he’s already done me.”

“Miss S?”

“Yes?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, but am I gonna get paid? Or is this a freebie?”

Bonnie said, “Don’t bother her with details like that, Miss Harper. Consuela will decide what it’s worth.”

“Okay, sorry.”

The three of them undressed in the party room. Claire, only because clothes were ‘forbidden’ at Carefree. Miss Harper had the innocent, scrub-faced, wholesome look of a midwestern farmer’s daughter, which she was. Light brown hair framed an angelic face. She was only a couple of inches over 5-feet, but her extra-long legs made her seem taller than she was. Heavy breasts and a diamond-shaped bush over full pussy lips.

Miss Harper had given Luke his morning blowjob, and still had an afterglow, a sense of pride, of a job well done.

Bonnie elbowed Miss Harper, “There they are.”

The three of them looked; Eric and Ellie were holding hands, watching a 50-something woman going back and forth, sucking two cocks. Claire and her team strolled over.

Bonnie smiled perkily, “Hi there, Mr. Travis. Mrs. Travis. This lovely lady is Miss Harper, a Four Corners teacher.”

Bonnie sat down crosslegged in front of Eric, winked up at Ellie, “May I?”

“Help yourself, honey.”

Bonnie took him in her mouth. Claire nudged Miss Harper, who immediately sat down and took her turn, licking him. Claire said, “Eric I’m stealing Ellie this morning.”

“Huh? Whatever.”

“Get dressed, Ellie, you’re coming with me.”

Ten minutes later, Claire and Ellie were in trailer #3. Claire said, “Get undressed, honey, Consuela’s sending your first customer over.”

“What about dancing?” She may have dimly sensed it was a demotion to be sent directly to the trailer.

“Ellie, you know folks from Carefree come here, looking for pussy.”

“Oh yeah, last thing I want is for someone to spot me and tell Eric.”

“Strip.”

She giggled as she took off her shorts and tee, “God, I love this. It’s even naughtier since Eric is here.”

Claire patted her on the butt, “Not today because he has his hands full with Bonnie and Miss Harper. But i want to see him fuck you when your cunt is full of Customer Cum.”

Ellie laughed out loud, “That is so twisted!”

There was a knock at the door and Claire admitted three men. “Hi there, Chester. Reggie. Mr. Kirby.”

“Miss S.” “Miss S.” Mr. Kirby tipped an imaginary hat, “Miss S.”

“This young lady is Ellie Travis. Have fun.”

Ellie had been startled to see three of them at once. Then she got the giggles; she was in a festive mood these days.

When the men were undressed, Ellie sat on the side of the bed facing them. Claire said, “Lie back, honey, I want all three in your mouth at the same time.”

Claire watched for a couple of minutes until Reggie entered her pussy. Back in the club, she went over the Friday numbers with Consuela. It hadn’t been an all-time record take, but it was right up there with when Claire still had the circuit girls in the lineup. This local pussy thing was beginning to work.

Consuela said, “How many more for Ellie this morning?”

“Three more, one at a time.”

“Blowjobs?”

“No, six is enough. Send her to me at my apartment when you’re done with her.”

“You got it, Miss S.”

That evening, Claire walked Ellie back to Carefree. “Still sore?”

“A little, but it’s a good sore, you know?”

“Okay, tell me about Hana Kido.”

The two of them were nude, strolling around the little lake.

“Japanese-American, born in Des Moines. Actually lives not that far from me, but in a little posher neighborhood. Let’s see ... husband is Hirohito, he does something in electronics.”

“Kids?”

“Three, all under 10. Two boys and a girl. Or maybe the other way around. She has a live-in nanny. And a maid.”

“So, they’re not hurting?”

“Eric says Hirohito does very well. He’s some kind of engineer for a subsidiary of some conglomerate located out, I think, in California. He travels a lot.”

“Have you and Eric fooled around with them yet?”

“No. Well, me and Hana made out a little, nothing heavy — just smooching and fingers, light stuff. I didn’t even cum.”

“But you’ve been talking with her.”

“Yeah, we kinda hit it off. Hirohito, he’s kinda small too, you know, like Eric.”

“Okay.”

“And Hana tells me he’s really into little girls. Really little. Reads these Japanese comic books all the time. Masturbates.” Claire thought, ‘Manga.”

“What about her sex drive?”

“I’m not sure, but I got the impression it was her idea to come to Carefree, not his,”

“Interesting. Think you can get her to sneak out and come to Pink Pussy with you tonight?”

“Somebody would have to keep Hirohito occupied, but yeah, I think she’d be up for it.”

“I have a new girl — she’s 17, but looks about 8 or 9. Roxanne. I’ll have her look you up. You introduce her to Hirohito. If they click, bring Hana to me at Pussy.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Around 9 that night, Ellie said, “Hana, this is Miss S. The owner of Carefree and Pink Pussy and a whole lot more.”

“Pleased to me you, Hana. I’m surprised we haven’t crossed paths at Carefree. I guess I don’t spend enough time there.”

If her husband was into young stuff, Claire could immediately see why he had married Hana. She was several inches under 5-feet, vey slender, no boobs.

“Nice to meet you, Miss S. Hirohito doesn’t like other men seeing me naked. So he tries to keep me inside at Carefree.”

“Well, I’m glad you escaped, even it’s just for an evening.”

Hana tilted her head and grinned, “As you know, it wasn’t an escape. Ellie told me about the little girl you distracted him with.”

All the time, Hana was looking around, taking in the four stages with naked, or nearly-naked dancers.

“What else did Ellie tell you?”

“That if I came with her here, I wouldn’t be sorry.”

“What do you know about Pink Pussy?”

“I know quite a bit. I was talking with some of the girls who work here.”

“And they told you?”

Hana gestured toward the nearest stage. Melissa Henderson, a poker dealer who also worked at Pussy, was slowly walking around the perimeter of the stage, letting men stroke her pussy as they stuffed her garter with bills of various denominations.

Hana said, “Full frontal. And, if a gentleman acts decently, and has the wherewithal, he can get screwed, blued, and tattooed.”

Claire laughed, “Well, I don’t know about the last two.”

Hana looked around, frankly curious.

“Come on, I’ll give you the 50-cent tour.”

She led the girls into the impressive dressing room where 12 or 15 girls were prepping for their turn.

“Hi, Miss S.” “Hey there, Miss S.”

Claire smiled and patted Miss Harper on her naked butt, “How’s business this evening?”

The young teacher glanced at Hana Kido, but answered straightforwardly, “Consuela had me suck off two guys before I could even change. I was still half asleep.”

“Trailers?”

“Not yet, but she told me we’re going to be busy, maybe even busier than a Friday.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Claire and Ellie held Hana’s hands and strolled into the section made up of private cubicles.

Claire said simply, “Blowjobs.”

Hana nodded, rumors confirmed.

In one of the bedrooms in trailer # 4, Hana looked around, approvingly. “This is actually almost nice. Not that tacky.”

Claire noticed her aplomb, her calm acceptance of the prostitution setup. She wondered if Hana actually knew more than she was letting on. Claire glanced at Ellie. A look that said tell her or not; whatever you’re comfortable with.