Chapter 3: Eulalie Guidry, 14, Boss...

Chase Windsor had his protégé, Eulalie Guidry, go back to Sausalito every two or three months. Just to check on things. She went over the books at City Hall, but that was more from habit than concern. Her friend, Gigi Fontenot, was the mayor, and Eulalie herself had personally selected the Comptroller.

Eulalie caught the 10 AM show at Miss Kitty’s and was pleased with how many men took off work to attend. There was a scattering of women as well. She understood that this was a larger-than-normal crowd — the dancers were tiny Chloé Bardot and her diminutive mother, Bernadette.

Bernadette looked about 14, which was actually Chloé’s age. And Chloé? Fresh-scrubbed, naked, she looked about 8-years-old. Angelic, heart-shaped face, flat chest, tiny pussy. Eulalie made a mental note to have the two of them visit her down in the Cajun Bayous. They were, simply, scrumptious.

After about only five minutes of dancing to Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me”, Bernadette and her daughter were wearing only a green tip-garter. Even mom’s pussy looked like it could be on a third-grader.

In what was obviously a practiced routine, Chloé backed up to her mother, who reached down and lifted the little girl up, cupping her hands under her little butt. Chloé giggled and spread her thighs as Bernadette paraded her around the four edges of the stage. The implicit, yet blatant message was, “Want some 6-year-old pussy? Here it is.”

The audience was standing, cheering, two and three-deep. Holding up one and five-dollar bills, stuffing them in Chloé’s garter, running a finger up and down her pussy.

Chloé and Bernadette were grinning widely, obviously charged by the hungry reception.

Even though Bernadette herself was petite, Chloé probably weighed only 70 pounds or so. They took their time, making sure every man — and a few of the women — had unfettered pussy access.

Eulalie thought to herself — Yep, I want some of that. Probably even Chase would fuck her.

Kate nudged Eulalie, “I got a waiting list of over 30 guys wanting a BJ.”

“How many do you let ‘em do?”

“Five a day. I don’t want Chloé wiped out — she still has school after she’s finished here. And 9th grade is harder than she’s been used to.”

“Any state problems from up in the capitol?”

“No, none at all. I have that lobbyist and Senator Jackson watching out for me.”

“That’s smart, Kate, very smart. Is there any bitching around town about underage pussy on your stage?”

“No, hardly a murmur these days. The churches got all riled up at first, but even that’s died down.”

Eulalie smiled to herself. Sausalito had come so far. Mother/daughter strippers. Mother/daughter blowjobs. Moms stripping on Saturday morning in front of their sons. Nude Sunday morning pole-dancing lessons.

Eulalie and Kate laughed out loud as one brave woman planted a kiss directly on Chloé’s tiny slit. Bernadette called out, “Don’t stop!” and the woman began licking her for a good 20 seconds. The roars of crowd-approval grew even louder.

Fascinating. But Eulalie had another stop that morning. She was going to sit in as Darlene and Ray-Ray interviewed another stage-mother. One eager to have her 10-year-old daughter hired on at Contrary Mary’s.