Andrew Laird: Young girl sex club

"You bet we do," Ellen answered for the others, "only no more fancy schemes. I've said all along that fucking is the only safe, sane and respectable way for decent girls to make a living."

"Don't worry about it," Evangeline assured her. "Wiki's scheming days are over. You'll find some old friends of yours here. Koko is to be the assistant manager. His wife took the kids and went back to Japan."

"Oh, goody!" Lynn cried, clapping her hands together. "I hope he brought his little white whip."

"And we were lucky to get Old Moke to come over as gardener," Evangeline went on. "Oh, yes, and there is one other. We have to have a pimp. No decent brothel can operate without a pimp. This one has become a drunk, and he's a nasty, dirty, lecherous old man, but he'll be good at the job because he'll do anything for a buck. Here he is now."

The three girls looked up to see a shabby, bearded figure in the doorway. He had his hat in his hand and was standing there, blearily eyeing Ellen with lustful greed.

It was Matthew Longworth.

"Well, we might as well get started," Kalola said, standing up. "I saw a bunch of sailors down on the avenue as we came by."

"Before we get down to business," Lynn interrupted, "don't you think this calls for a little celebration… a sort of combination homecoming and housewarming?"

"Like what?" Evangeline asked suspiciously.

"Oh," Lynn replied innocently, "I thought we might have a sort of party out on the lawn… like a luau maybe?"