Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 61
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 61 - Four Corners, in the middle of central Iowa, was a world unto itself. Truck stop and diner. An unincorporated village of 800. Over 12,000 acres of prime farmland. A destination restaurant - Chez Claire. A strip club, Pink Pussy, with private trailers in back. All owned and managed by a 52-year-old woman named Claire Stillman, and her two children - Willow and Luke. Paid sex has always drawn organized crime and invited betrayal. Claire was seasoned, tough, and strong-willed. Would that be enough?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Bestiality Masturbation
Riley got home from Carefree around 10 on a Sunday morning. Saturday had been quiet — no texts from Consuela. Hana had hooked up with Maria Mendoza, and was staying another night with her.
Flynn fixed her a bowl of cereal, “So, did you check out dick sizes for me?”
“As a matter of fact.”
“God, why am I not surprised? How many did you do this time?”
“Well, Mr. Smartass, for your information, me and Hana and Ellie decided we’re not gonna do Carefree guys anymore.”
Flynn brightened, “Really? Solemn truth!”
Riley held up her palm, “Scout’s honor.”
“I think that is so cool — just other girls, right?”
“Yep. I spent the night with Ellie.”
“What about Hana?” Flynn felt as if he knew his mother’s besties.
“She hooked up with an older woman named Maria. Liked it so much that she’s staying tonight too.”
“How come you guys decided it’s girls only from now on?”
Because we’re whores and our boss told us to put out only for paying customers. “We all realized at about the same time that we were enjoying girls more than boys.” Shrug. “So why fight it?”
“Pussy power!”
“Pussy power. Oh, that reminds me. You know about Pink Pussy, right?”
“Yeah, I been going there for three, four years. Doesn’t do much for me though.”
“Yeah, right. Well anyway, they invited me to dance. Right up there on the stage.”
Flynn looked at her with a mixture of awe and admiration, “Outstanding! Righteous! That is so fucking cool, Riley.” He didn’t have the same feelings toward his mother that most 15-year-old boys did.
“I’m so glad my only son approves of his mother flashing her pussy at all the guys. And gals.”
“Riley, do you really show your ... your everything?”
“The laws a little fuzzy in Iowa, honey. Nude dancing is against the law. But Claire Stillman turned Pussy into a private club. No problems so far.”
“So they can see everything?”
Riley grinned merrily, “Honey, I do a slow strip, tease them a lot. But I spend about the last 5 or 6 minutes, starkers. Well, I wear a garter for tips.”
“Tips?”
“Sure last time I danced, I made almost $300.”
Flynn closed his eyes trying to picture it. “A pole, right? And about a hundred guys around the stage.”
“And girls.”
“And girls. Okay, they put a bill in your garter.” His eyes popped open, “Do they ... do you let ‘em?”
“Cop a feel? Of course. That’s what strippers do.”
He shook his head, “Riley, wow, just wow.”
“Elle and Hana are dancing too. We’re going to start going to Pussy during the week.” No need to mention that they’d been doing that for some time.
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