Jack gave his wife a long stare. Before he could say anything, she plunged ahead. "You know those places are money machines. They never go out of business and they start paying off inside a year. Plus this town could sure use a little night life."

"A little night life!" Jack interjected, "This town doesn't even have a titty bar. The city fathers would never buy off on a Fellatio Cafe. Hell, they turned down a Hooter's just last year. Besides, what makes you think the bank would go for it?"

"Well, you know Bob Foster is the loan officer. If we all went in as a family on a warm spring day, and the girls happened to be topless… Don't you think we might be able to talk him into it?"

Jack looked thoughtful. "Hmmm. Doesn't the bank hold the mortgage on the Denny's that just went out of business on the highway? I bet we could take out the counter and put in a row of booths in front of the stools that would be perfect for the hostesses."

"Right! and it already has all those big picture windows. I bet we'd get a lot of business from people driving by when they see what's going on."

"Melody! Can you come in here, please?"

"What do you need, daddy?" Their pretty sixteen year old daughter came bouncing into the living room, dressed in her usual at-home attire, a tiny pair of thong panties accented by the thigh high leather boots her parents had bought her last weekend. They were expensive, but a fraction of the savings on her wardrobe now that she was going bare wherever she could. Jack enjoyed the way she exaggerated each step to make her firm young tits jiggle enticingly. She strolled over to his chair and climbed onto his lap, putting her arms around his neck and letting her left nipple brush against his arm.

"Your mother tells me you think we should open a family business. Where'd you ever get such a good idea?"

Melody smiled at her father, her face aglow with pride. "I read an article in Incest Magazine all about how Fellatio Cafes are opening up all over the country. It said they're putting Starbucks out of business and the owners are getting rich. But mainly the article was about how much money girls can make working there. Enough to pay for college! … if they want to go to college," she said with a grin.

"Cool," said her dad. "Looks like that subscription really paid off. Remind me to renew as soon as they send you a notice.

"Hi, daddy, whatcha doin?" his younger daughter Katy peered around the corner of the kitchen door.

"Hey, kitten, come on in, I want to talk to you. We're thinking about starting a family business and I want to know what you think." The 13 year old skipped into the room, nude except for her 3 inch platform "fuck me" shoes. She didn't have her sister's lovely boobs yet, but Jack regarded her baby smooth mound with approval, wondering if she needed to shave it.

"You mean we're going to open a Cafe?" she squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down where she stood.

"Well, we're thinking about it. I take it you you approve of the idea."

"Oh daddy, I love the idea! Ever since Zack moved away I haven't been getting much sex. Except from you. And Melody and Mom always have you tired out," she pouted.

"Well hold on Pumpkin, nobody said anything about you working there. You're only 13."

"Jack, that might be a great idea! We could call it Fellatio Cafe Junior! We could hire teenagers, and AWSOME girls! And you know what else? We could sponsor Passel 188, especially now that both our girls are members."

"Wow, I think you're onto something there, honey. We could hire all ages. Heck, you could work there, too." His wife gave him an eager nod.

"And you know what else? What about a Cunnilingus Cafe? No reason we should discriminate against female clientele. In fact I know one little cookie who'd be a natural if her parents let her," Mrs. Waters said with a dreamy expression.

"I don't know if we can swing it, but I'm going to take a serious look at opening a franchise. And just to thank you for the idea, you can go to the Rave this weekend like you want."

"Daddy! Thank you!" Melody squealed as she buried his face between her soft breasts.

Expectation

"Jack, I like the idea, and I also like the business plan you've put together." Bob Foster was doing a passable job of pretending to pay attention to the documents on his desk, although he couldn't quite keep from sneaking peeks at the two topless teenagers sitting with their parents across his desk.

"The board is concerned, though. We see two problems. First, the town isn't big enough to sustain a business like this, and second, the city fathers are never going to rezone the property for a sexually oriented businesses. You know how uptight they are about Mountain View being a great place to raise a family."

"Right, Bob. That's just it. It's a great little town alright, but there's no way for the next generation to earn a living here. What's the population now? About 12,000? When I was starting school it was nearly 30,000. Our kids grow up and move away, much as they love their home town. A new Fellatio Cafe on the main road will bring in business from all over the county, plus passers-by. But you already know that, it's in the business plan. Something like this could turn Mountain View around. It could be the start of a whole new red light district that would put us back on the map. Come on Bob, take a chance on your community. It's your civic duty!

"And as for the city fathers; leave them to me. I've already got a presentation scheduled at the next town meeting."

"OK, Jack. If you can swing it you've got the loan. We'll advance you the full value on your folks house. I just hope you aren't biting off more than you can chew. I don't see how you're ever going to get Mrs. Swanson or Reverend Morrison to vote for the change. Remember, this isn't just a zoning question. The public decency clause is part of the city charter. It takes a two thirds majority to modify that, and there are only five on the council."

Consummation

"… and that concludes my presentation. Are there any questions before we move on to the demonstration?" Three of the city councilmen looked sympathetic, but the clergyman and the middle-aged woman were verging on outright hostility.

"I don't know what else there is to say," the dour spinster interjected. "Mountain View is not the kind of community that allows public indecency like you are proposing. This city council will never condone this kind of moral turpitude. Think of our children!"

"Yes, ma'am, it's our children I'm thinking most about. The ones who grew up here, love living here, but have to move away to find work when they grow up. More importantly, the ones who aren't allowed to have the natural fun of teenage sex; who are repressed and forced to choose between their beloved homes and their erotic natures. Kids like the wonderful young ladies of Girl Scout Passel 188. Girls, would you please stand up and come to the front of the room?"

The councilmen goggled at the girls, who ranged in age from 13 to 17; at their short skirts, long legs, and the developing young breasts displayed by their transparent uniform blouses; a few partially concealed by straining vests or sashes sporting various merit badges, but each girl a vision of developing femininity.

"Lady and Gentlemen, I present the girls of Passel 188, who have come here tonight to demonstrate the skills they want to employ at the Mountain View Fellatio Cafe should you see fit to provide them that opportunity. Girls?"

Each of the eager young ladies took their place with one of the council members. Some climbed on laps, some wrapped their arms around necks, some sank to their knees and tugged at zippers. Perhaps it was astonishment or shock, but not one of the five councilors resisted, not even Mrs. Swanson as twin brunettes pushed her skirt up and her legs apart. Most reacted with enthusiasm as two or three little nymphettes pulled stiffening cocks from their trousers and began to stroke and suck with practiced expertise. Throughout the room, phone cameras came out and began recording every moment of the developing orgy as pretty lips parted around stiffening flesh and young heads began bobbing on laps. Eager faces vied for their own turn at rods already buried deep inside greedy little mouths; sometimes disappearing completely into talented throats. As passion grew, two or three of the older girls forced their way onto laps and engulfed cocks - already slick with mixed saliva and precum - into warm, wet pussies. Their friends, not to be denied, wormed their sweet tongues deeply into exposed spots between cock and pussy. At last, a growing chorus of moans and squeals resolved itself into a tremendous, mutual, near simultaneous orgasm covering 12 lovely faces in a glistening layer of sexual juices.

The final vote was five to nothing.

Epilog

And that was how Mountain View came to be the Las Vegas of the north. Her Daddy's House opened a teen bordello next to the Junior Fellatio Cafe two months later, and those two businesses became the epicenter of the biggest and best red light district in the state; maybe in the country.

Mountain View High School became the perennial state champion in every category of sex competition, and the Mountain View Putas mascot was the only one in the country that didn't need a costume. The unemployment rate for teenage girls plunged to zero.

A Brookside Village opened within the year to help meet the growing need for new homes, mostly for families moving in for the first time, but also for returning natives who wanted their daughters to grow up where they had (but not exactly how they had). Katy was delighted when Zack's family returned, and he became a regular customer at the Cafe, although not always when Katy was working.

The Waters became the richest family in town, and Girl Slut Passel 188 had to split into 4 new Passels, but every one of them was sponsored by the Fellatio Cafe Junior.

And Jack Waters never forgot that family always comes first.

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