Chapter 48

Diminutive Hana Kido was sharp enough to realize that Consuela toyed with Ellie and her some mornings when they reported to work. Sending them directly to the trailers or the blowjob cubicles instead of letting them strip on stage first.

Skipping the spotlight annoyed Hana because she loved the attention, the hunger in the eyes of those men. And a few women too. She knew part of her allure was her grade-school body; probably some of the men had daughter-fantasies, and seeing Hana in the nude crystallized their forbidden urges.

Hana realized that she had exhibitionistic tendencies, stoked even more by Hirohito’s annoyance when other men eyeballed her. The only reason he deigned to come to Carefree was because it was just one of those marital compromises. As an electrical engineer, he traveled constantly. And, he was pretty sure Hana suspected that he frequented the youngest prostitutes he could find.

She wanted an occasional Carefree weekend — so be it.

Consuela hadn’t done it very often — only twice — but she had placed Ellie and Hanna in blowjob cubicles and kept them there all morning. It had been both a little disappointing and interesting at the same time.

Their second cocksucking exile had actually been fun — amusing and charming at the same time.

Years ago, Claire had added an unmarked side entrance to Pink Pussy. A corridor led directly to a gatekeeper, one of her strippers. Behind her were two special cubicles, each occupied by a naked whore.

Any boy under the age of 16, who lived in the little unincorporated Four Corners village, could receive a blowjob for ten bucks. Five went to Claire; five to the whore. It was a tiny percentage of Claire’s gross income, but it was income, and she hated passing up any opportunities, hated leaving money on the table.

The kiddy blowjobs could have been the worst-kept secret in town, but Claire made certain that her whores spread the word. Shopgirls talked about it, teachers talked it up. It was no secret at all.

The very first whore Claire had Consuela assign to kiddy-blowjob duty was the 60—year old school principal, Mrs. Simmons. She was a lively lady and enjoyed it almost as much as the boys did. And now that Miss Harper was turning tricks, she rotated in and out of BJ duty as well.

Most mothers simply looked the other way; they didn’t see much downside. Sonny Boy was curious, hormones were raging, he was masturbating and having wet dreams. Why not, why the fuck not?

Consuela told her whores, “Think of it has an act of charity, like tithing at church. And let the little fuckers explore your body a little. As long as they’re gentle and respectful. It’ll probably be their first pussy-touch, so be patient with them. Think sex education.”

Of course Claire’s thinking was more sophisticated, more long-range. Those little boys would grow up to become men with jobs. Future customers. Customers who were already in the habit of paying for sex.

A couple of the whores grumbled about the money a little, but none of them was about to confront Consuela. They were making the best bank of their lives, were treated fairly, had health insurance.

Even last year when Claire expanded the project, every girl just went along with it. Some boys matured later than others. So, when puberty was still on a distant horizon, Claire decided that those boys could still participate, but would only have to pay half-price since they couldn’t cum yet.

The girls got to keep four of the five dollars for themselves.

One morning, the second time that Consuela assigned Ellie and Hana to cocksucking duty, each and every customer was a local boy. Hana suspected, but didn’t know for absolute certainty, that Consuela had organized the little parade for her own amusement. Or maybe to see how the girls reacted.

The little boys, so excited, overly excited, usually came in a minute or two. Some barely made it into a mouth before exploding.

Sitting in Ellie’s car, preparing to drive back to Des Moines, Ellie and Hana compared notes. They’d each sucked off 12 boys in a little over an hour. It would have been $60 each, but a few of the kids couldn’t cum yet, so they only got $4 for them.

They got the giggles at the absurdity of the morning. Ellie opened her moonroof, Hana gathered the wrinkled bills, and they motored through the village, letting the wind carry the money into the street.

When Ellie pulled up in front of Hana’s house, she said, “A couple more days like this, I’m buying a new car.”

“You know, I didn’t mind, not really. They were so cute — eager and horny and thankful.”

Consuela reported to Claire, “You were right, neither girl complained, not a peep.”

“Give ‘em an extra fuck tomorrow.”

Chater 49

Hana Kido was a different woman at Carefree when Hirohito was on one of his business trips. Claire gifted Hana and Ellie with an apartment any time their husbands didn’t come to Carefree with them.

When Hana was there alone, or with Ellie, she was out and about all the time. Reveling in the hungry stares from the men, the evaluative looks from the other women.

Everyone at Carefree was naked, but Hana felt even more so. She was a smart girl, sassy and silly from time to time. She was chatty and cheerful, patting a butt, squeezing a penis, flirting with men and women equally.

After a time, she realized that she was enjoying going to bed with another girl at Carefree, more than with a guy. She told Elle, “I guess it’s because. I get so much cock at work.”

She and Ellie talked about ‘going to work’, about their ‘jobs’ just as if they were on salary going into an office every day. They were that into the routine. But it had never begun to feel ordinary, nothing like a real grind.

Both of them treasured their time on stage. Sucking cocks, okay, that was a little like making the bed, taking out the trash. But back in the trailers, that was almost aa exciting as stripping. Yeah, some of the guys were duds. But a lot of them were fascinating, sex aside.

And, a major contributor to their ongoing Pink Pussy-enjoyment was that it was a secret from their fucking husbands. And, in Ellie’s case, from her teenage kids.

Early one Saturday morning at Carefree, Hanna answered a knock at her door. “Hello there.”

Two very attractive naked women, holding hands.

“Hi, I’m Holly Collins, this is my daughter, Tammy. Miss S sent us here; she said you’d know what to do with us.”

“I certainly do! Come in, come in.”

Hana served coffee and the three of them visited easily. They soon learned the both worked for Consuela. They hadn’t crossed paths because Hana worked only in the mornings, while Consuela had the mother/daughter team working evenings and nights.

They agreed that Consuela was firm, but fair. And that Claire — Miss S — was one formidable woman.

The traded trailer stories, and shared backgrounds. Holly was frank, “I fled an abusive asshole in Waterloo. We ended up in Des Moines. Broke, of course. I started working some downtown hotels and bars, you know turning tricks.”

Hana, who had never lacked money, sympathized.

Holly said, “I heard about Four Corners so I started dropping Tammy off at the truck stop to suck cocks after school. It was usually only twenty bucks.”

Tammy said, “But it adds up. One afternoon, I did 14 guys.”

Hana flashed on her 12 blowjobs with the little boys, but that didn’t remotely compare with what Tammy must have gone through.

Tammy said, “Consuela still sends me to the truck stop once in a while, but it’s all different now.”

“How is that?”

“Miss Willow added some private rooms to Claire’s Garage. For guys who drop off their cars and want a free blowjob.”

“Free?”

“Well, free to the men. Ronnie, he’s the assistant manager, he gives me $30 for every blowjob. And it’s so much better than out in the lot, chasing truckers, all kinds of weather. Now I just undress and hang out, it’s pretty cool.”

“What about you, Holly?”

“Lately, Miss S has me come to their family compound quite a bit. Me and Tammy usually.”

“Huh, I’ve never been there, what’s it like?”

“Real nice, they all three got their own apartment and office. I heard there’s a gym and a swimming pool, but I haven’t seen them.”

“What do you do there? Sex, I imagine?”

Holly and Tammy exchanged a glance, and smiled wryly. Holly said, ‘Mainly it’s Miss Willow — she tells us what to do.”

Tammy said, “And that’s what we do.”

“Like?”

Holly sighed, “Lately, she’s been having Mr. Luke face-fuck us.”

Tammy nodded, “Real hard.”

Hana, “Ellie Travis told me he’s huge.”

Tammy, “Huger than huge. I still gag a little when he jams it in.”

“Oh my.”

Holly, “We’re not complaining, not at all. Our lives are so much better since we started working for Consuela.”

Hana nodded, and spoke mostly to herself, “So is mine, so is mine.” She smiled at the pair, “So, did Miss S tell you what to do here at Carefree?”

Holly shook her head, “She just told us to do whatever you tell us to.”

Hana smiled, “There a woman here, name is Riley. I’m going to try to talk her into working at Pink Pussy. I bet you to can keep her husband busy while I take her there.”