Chapter 65

In the trailers, after her first customer of the day had showered and left, Riley fell into a deep, contented sleep. It was still early — around 7 in the morning and Consuela had caught up with her in Carefree.

Riley was a happy woman, pleased with her job, delighted how well she and Flynn were getting along, more than satisfied with her husband.

James was a blue-collar, salt-of-the earth guy. He made good bank as a heavy equipment operator, but was sometimes between jobs. The Clooneys had never been broke, never even had to dip into their savings. But they did have to belt-tighten once in a while.

Riley was not only charmed that men paid the house $1,000 to fuck her, but that she earned generous tips too. If only she could work up the nerve to tell Flynn. She believed that he would be so proud of his beautiful, sexy mother.

Riley was quite aware of her looks, of how men and women eyeballed her. And she had no trouble admitting that it was luck — a spin of the genetic wheel. She’d been born that way and had done nothing to deserve it. Although she did work at maintaining herself — a fairy strict diet and vigorous exercise.

Consuela came in and gently shook her shoulder, “Rise and shine, Little Miss Sunshine.”

“Oh. Okay. Do you need the room?”

“No, I was just wondering where you were. I saw Malcolm leave over an hour ago.” She nodded at the two one-hundred dollar bills on the dresser, “Not bad.”

Consuela sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the superstar of her Tasty Trio. Riley lay back languidly, completely comfortable in her nudity, under Consuela’s scrutiny.

Consuela was once again struck by the girl’s creamy, impossibly clear complexion. Her vivid green eyes. Even lying on her back, her tits didn’t sag. She kept Ellie and Hana bald, but liked the little red heart on Riley. Probably on some subconscious level, it reinforced the fact to her customers that she was a natural redhead.

And that little pussy. It wasn’t as tiny as Hana’s, no surprise there, but it was one of the smallest of all her girls. Claire had told Consuela, “It’s not an absolute formula, but anecdotal evidence tells me that our wealthy customers — the men who shell out the most for a girl — prefer a small pussy.”

Consuela traced her finger tip up and down Riley’s vagina. “You have the loveliest little cunt.”

She blushed with pleasure, “Why, thank you.”

Consuela was tempted to go down on the girl, she hadn’t tasted her yet, but she had a full agenda and the day was just beginning.

“Consuela, you know how close I am to Flynn. Do you think I could bring him to Carefree for a weekend? He’s heard so much about it.”

Consuela sat up straighter. She knew that the two of them slept together when they were alone. If she got her hands on the kid in Carefree, could there be a way to monetize the relationship? She’d ask Miss S about it.

No, wait a minute. It was kinky enough to take to Willow. That girl delighted in discovering new ways to use the whores. In fact, that was one reason why Miss S promoted Consuela to be in charge of day-to-day operations at Pussy. Willow had been having too much fun with the girls — mortifying them in public, making them jump through outlandish hoops.

Miss S didn’t care what her daughter did to the girls — she herself got a kick out of some of it — but when it cut into the gross earnings. Well, that was where Consuela came into the picture. Consuela smiled to herself. She had to admit that Willow could come up with some good ones.

Like having Holly Collins cut off her daughter’s breathing while Mr. Luke had his cock stuffed down Tammy’s throat. If Miss S hadn’t been there, Consuela would have bet that Willow would have made the little girl pass out.

Then she blinked, came back to the here and now, “Sure, honey, you can bring the kid here. I assume you don’t want your husband to know?”

“God, no.”