A fictional story about fictional characters.
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It is a fact that sometimes in life things are exactly as they seem; and other times they are not. That the tiny hamlet of Hooterville was a poor, rural, farming community filled with a small population of very good and close-knit friends was true; that the three Bradley girls were virginal, was not. They certainly had been at one time, but circumstances had combined to change their pattern of behavior. The Shady Rest, a "bed and breakfast" owned by their hard working mother Kate Bradley, had been in dire financial straits for years. While Kate's husband was alive, he had been able to handle all the expenses of such a large residence with his income as a traveling salesman; but after his demise, the debts had accumulated. First Kate took out a mortgage, and then, this payment when added to all the others, became an albatross; so Kate reluctantly decided to open their house to the public as a Bed-and-Breakfast.
This was before people had heard of things like IRAs or 401Ks, and their meager savings and loan money soon were depleted. The Bed-and-Breakfast business did not bring in much income primarily due to the relative inaccessibility of the hotel. The only road was nothing more than a washed out cow path, and the railroad which stopped virtually in their front yard was notoriously unreliable. The Hooterville Cannonball was an old relic of a steam powered, wood fired, locomotive, and was constantly breaking down. The residents of Hooterville basically only frequented the Shady Rest Hotel for dinner on special occasions, or held an occasional wedding there. Strangers sometimes stayed there for a couple days on fishing or hunting trips, but for the most part, the income the Shady Rest produced was minimal.
Besides Kate, and her three absolutely gorgeous daughters (Billie Jo, Bobby Jo, and Betty Jo), the hotel's only other resident was Kate's incredibly lazy brother: "Uncle Joe" Carson. Uncle Joe's idea of a tough day was having to drag himself out of the front porch hammock and walk to the dinner table. The eventual solution to the Shady Rest's financial woes actually developed when Joe was discussing the money troubles over a game of checkers down at Drucker's General Store with Sam Drucker. Local entrepreneur, and shady skinflint, Mr. Haney had ventured into the store looking for someone to swindle; heard Joe's tale; and suggested the world's oldest profession as a solution.
"Oh, you mean stone mason," Joe asked, "no, I don't think the girls know anything about that; besides the only quarry is over in Crabwell Corners."
"No, you mo-ron," answered Haney, "I mean a house of ill repute. No offense Joe, but those nieces of yours are real lookers, and the men of the valley have always taken notice...if you know what I mean. I would be happy to lend my organizational expertise; for a small fee, of course."
"He has a point, Joe," agreed Sam, "the girls are real head-turners all right. This is a poor valley, but I'm sure there would be plenty of customers...why I might even be willing to spend a few dollars myself."
When Joe returned to the Shady Rest later that day, he gathered the family in the parlor, and hesitantly presented the proposed business solution. There was no tighter group or family than the Bradley-Carson clan, and although initially shocked at the suggestion; after mulling it over for several minutes, they agreed that it might indeed be a viable solution. The real beauty of the plan was that there was no additional capital outlay, no added overhead or expenses (with the exception of condoms). Joe agreed to reserve a small fee for Haney because he knew he was too lazy to handle the organization himself. Kate would provide a hearty meal for anyone desiring it, and the girls would share all the clean-up chores. Since Betty Jo was still a virgin, she would only be required to give hand-jobs, blow-jobs and anal (if she so desired). She agreed that she would give up her virginity if the price was right. The Shady Rest was their home, and the girls would do anything to save it.
Mr. Haney's organizational skills proved to be invaluable. He arranged all the appointments, often working from Drucker's store; even sometimes scheduling an "away" visit from one of the Bradley girls via the Cannonball. The Bradley girls had always been the most popular girls in the valley and now that distinction took on new meaning. Lisa Douglas, the misplaced New York City wife of a former lawyer turned farmer, Mr Oliver Wendell Douglas, was kind enough to give the girls several outfits of fancy clothes and lingerie, so that they could roll-play and cater to men's fantasies. The men in the valley began to save every penny so they could "date" one of the Bradley girls; and the wives of the valley began to give their husbands "gifts" of a date with one of the sisters. The close knit valley became even closer.
The Bradley sisters were as close as any sisters had ever been, they even shared the same middle name: Josephine; but they were physically as different as night and day. Some folks in the valley liked to joke that maybe Kate had gotten hooked up with more than one traveling salesman. Billie Jo, the oldest, was tall with long straight blond hair; and resembled an angel in the many Christmas pageants she had participated in. She loved to sing and had actually spent time in New York City pursuing an entertainment career. She had long shapely legs and had done some time on stage in a chorus line, but had returned home to try to help with the Shady Rest.
Bobbie Jo, the second born, had turned out to be the "boy crazy" one. She was an absolutely gorgeous brunette, with a body to die for. Not one for flaunting her figure, when she went swimming in the railroad's water tower it was obvious that her breasts were considerable. The youngest, Betty Jo, was a reformed tomboy, but had the total package. Her bright red hair framed the most perfect face anyone in the valley had ever seen. When she passed by in a bathing suit, every male within a hundred feet got whip-lash.
One of the first customers was actually a "freebie:" railroad company inspector Homer Bedloe. For years this sour, shriveled up man had been trying to shut down the Cannonball because it never turned a profit. He knew it was the life-blood of the valley, but could not see past the dollars-and-cents aspect; so he searched for any loophole to close it down. On his most recent inspection visit, he had made a standing arrangement with Kate: in return for filing a favorable report, he would be entertained by at least two of the Bradley girls, and they must be completely naked. On this visit, Billie Jo and Bobbie Jo were the ones available. When they entered his hotel room, they found him sitting on the bed sucking his thumb and wearing a large diaper, and nothing else.
