Family Feud IV

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Twenty-Eight
Wendy’s Journal: Family should be tight – like a butthole

**Note to reader: This is Wendy’s journal from Wednesday approximately 4pm before her husband and son arrive to inform her of their meeting with Mr. Bitterman. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

CASH EARNINGS WEDNESDAY

WENDY: $40

JAMIE: $0

Any journal that begins with “I was sucking my second dick of the day,” is probably going to seem a little strange. The strangest part to me was that it seemed almost routine to me. I had been walking up and down the street in broad daylight to honks and whistles and looky-loos who saw me wave back at them and had begun to completely accept this absurd situation.

I guess I half expected someone to get out of their car and walk up to me wagging their finger and say “Wendy Taylor, you should not be out here. You don’t belong out here. You march yourself back to your old life and go away from this nasty place”.

Instead, the reality of the situation was that I was dressed like a whore and acting like one on Martin Luther King Blvd. where whores walk the streets and I just seemed like someone who belonged here. I had melded into the background of this seedy and disgusting side of town.

The first dick I had sucked had belonged to the black man who bought that disgusting fish curry to feed to his dog. His dog shit on the carpet in our dingy cabana while I finished him off and I have to say I had barely noticed the smell. He offered no apology and didn’t bother to clean up after his dog – he just paid and went on his way.

It is my life’s work to clean up other people’s (or dogs’ in this case) shit, isn’t it?

I suppose though I am up to my neck in this because of my own personal shit? I am the one who put Bill and Chris through the ringer and because of it Jamie is home doing lord knows what in the backyard and she’ll be here shortly to work the streets with her whore of a mother.

The second dick I just finished sucking was much harder to come by. I had actually got into a car this afternoon and the guy looked at me and became nervous and changed his mind. I should have been the one nervous – Anything could have happened to me in the car, what did this guy think I was going to do to him? Suck his dick off?

Despite my attempt to be calming and assure him that it was okay, he became unreasonable and I gave up trying to build up his confidence – there is only so much begging a whore can do, right? Lol. (There I go putting Lol in my journal like a teenager, what is next? Emoticons perhaps?)

He left me several miles from the motel and on my way back a little Taiwanese man pulled his truck over and let me in.

He haggled with me about the twenty dollars and I told him I was allowed to jerk him off for ten but he wanted a blowjob. He wanted to do it without a condom and I told him I would but I was expected to use one.

“Why you no suck dick without the condom, you like taste of latex?” he asked.

I wanted to say that I didn’t like the taste of his dirty little cum-filled egg roll between his legs either, but I just submissively smiled and said “I love the taste of cum, but I am not allowed to have it, Sir…”

“Who will know if you break rule? I no tell anybody.” He motioned to the dirty alley-way he had pulled into that no one was watching.

“I have to bring the cum filled condom back when I turn in the money,” I winked at him.

A normal person might have thought that was weird and asked why I had to do that but he just pragmatically haggled “Okay fifteen dollar with condom on, or twenty dollar and you can spit my cum in condom – do what you want with it, final offer!”

He was obviously not a normal person.

Neither was I for that matter, I had gone from being a high powered senior vice president to sucking old men’s dicks in alley ways for twenty dollars. I agreed to his terms and sucked him raw without a condom. He did taste exactly like soy sauce and lo-mein with a tiny dollop of sweat on his dirty little dick. He came in about two minutes of furious pumping up and down in the passenger seat of his truck.

I smiled and spit the cum into an open condom and thanked him.

He said nothing as he hurried me out of his truck and drove off. I was fortunate that Martin Luther King Blvd is such a straight shot – because I might have become lost if there had been a lot of side streets. As it stood after walking past a few broken down apartment buildings and a Church’s fried chicken I was back at the motel.

This would not seem that unusual except I had a full condom in my mouth to return to Rahjid so that poor Devi Das could eat this afternoon.

“Hey dare,” Tiontay and his friends pulled up on me right before I made it to Rahjid’s office. The sun was still high in the sky and it was broad daylight but there were very few people actually walking up and down the sidewalk. Homeless bums, other hookers and the occasional homeless hooker – I should not have been surprised that my friends from this morning were allowed to play so close to the highway.

I nodded and mumbled hello to them. It amazes me how easily they seemed to accept my presence in their world – but then why would they question it? I am just another whore to them.

“What you got in you mouth, bubba gum?” Dante’s question came with the implication that I should share a piece with him.

I nodded no and pointed that I needed to keep walking towards the office.

“She so nasty, out hurr walken the street on dayshiff, and now she aint even going to share her bubba gum with us?” Nasty was particularly disappointed.

“It’s not bubb-o gum” I was surprisingly coherent as I mumbled to keep the cum-filled condom from spilling – it is all that practice talking with a gag in my mouth.

“She gots money in her hand!” Tiontay noticed that I was clutching the folded up twenty dollar bill from my last trick. The outfit I had on didn’t have any pockets and I wasn’t carrying a purse so there wasn’t too many places I could carry anything with me. I knew it was a risk to have the money in my hand but I hadn’t expected to turn the trick so far away from the motel.

He started to grab at my money but I shooed him off “Preez, that not mry monay” I stumbled over the words.

“Boy, that’s Rahjid money, he her pimp.” Nasty was a child of the street and she knew the reality of what girls did out here for money well enough.

I nodded in agreement and started walking towards the office while the boy’s harassed and jumped around me demanding my ‘bubba gum’. They were just teasing and being playful – they weren’t hurting me or anything. I just playfully smiled and wondered if they’d really want it if they knew it was an old man’s spent condom.

I had felt far more vulnerable and distressed this morning when they literally had me pinned against the wall like a frog on the dissecting table. I was still in no position to command authority around them, but I didn’t feel I needed to be. I was okay with the status quo of how things were working – and I have to admit I think the routine the guys came up with for discipline was starting to have an effect on my psyche where I was accepting this was just my lot in life now.

Rahjid shouted from his ever-present position in the narrow window of his office for the boys to leave me alone. They ignored him at first but eventually ran off to get into some other mischief.

I smiled at Rahjid and opened my mouth to display the condom and slid the twenty under the glass window.

“Good, but you are too slow. You diddle-daddle around too much! You did not touch the condom with fingers after the cum was in it?”

I lied (slightly) by nodding in agreement –Tattle tale Jamie wasn’t here and I wanted his poor niece to eat something. Technically, I could have been nodding to his instruction that I needed to get faster turning around these tricks.

“You did good, thank you berry, berry much” Rahjid bobbled his head obviously pleased with what I had just turned in and I smiled back at him. I knew that as sticky and disgusting as my life had become inside that little apartment was a girl who was probably having it worse than me and it was all her choice – but then this was my choice to do too wasn’t it?

I did not have time to ponder that much more deeply than the hundreds of other times the thought had presented itself to me the past few weeks. I saw Bill’s truck pull into parking lot behind me – and out popped Bill, Chris, and Jamie.

I smirked and was about to deliver a “How come she gets to ride up front when I am not with you?” snarky joke when I noticed the dour look on everyone’s faces. “Okay what happened?” I just knew something was wrong.

Bill told me that we were losing the house and there was nothing we could do. He had met with Mr. Bitterman who just happened to be Cathy Griffin’s Grandfather. Oh Boy! And dumb old me sat in a coffee shop and spilled the beans to him about everything – and then some!

I kind of thought he was pressing me for details about Cathy’s involvement when I told him the story of how all this came to be- but at the time I thought he was just actively listening and being a considerate friend. I wonder what is going on over at their house now?

I can’t really feel bad if Cathy gets what karma should have delivered to her a long time ago. From what Bill told me about it – Cathy was in deep doo-doo like us and was going to be shipped off to some special school! I sure did cause some fireworks with my bad decisions – first to try to get the guys to improve I unintentionally cuckolded and enslaved them and then I wrecked our finances by losing my job and now it sounds like I’ve rubbed off on Mr. Bitterman’s family.

“So as you can see, I can’t rightly keep whoring you out and disciplining you two anymore?” Bill closed his explanation with more of a question than a statement. I was seeing the ‘old Bill’ the indecisive one who lacked confidence – the one who spent all his time escaping reality into internet games, Facebook and forum discussions.

I was shocked – and strangely disappointed.

I can’t speak to all the reasons for each emotion but a sudden realization that it could not end like this – with all us reverting back to our old behaviors and losing the house after having come so far.

Chris was absent mindedly scratching his ass, Jamie seemed sad but in agreement with her father –this was over.

“What is the plan then?” I finally spoke after taking in their explanation of the bombshell dropped on them by Mr. Bitterman.

“Plan? There is no plan. We lose the house Friday and I don’t know what happens next.” Bill looked at me as if I should have obviously realized that.

“The story doesn’t end because we lose the house. There has to be a Saturday, so what are we going to do sir? Wait until Saturday Morning and figure it out then?” I have to admit I’ve called homeless bums Sir before but at that moment the first time I had really and truly regretted having to use that title was on my husband. He just wasn’t earning the respect I wanted to give him.

“Well, I guess you know, like we will stay here probably? Until we can figure it out.” Bill hemmed and hawed with his answer – he couldn’t look me in the eyes.

“What is there to figure out? We need money, a place to live, let’s just do whatever it takes and get those things?” I could not believe Bill was having a hard time with this. It was so simple to me. I had grown in the habit of saying Sir or Ma’am to avoid becoming familiar with my ‘betters’ since this discipline had begun – that it surprised me how easy it was to leave it off in this particular conversation.

“I spent all day on my resume but we won’t have internet soon, so how will anyone email me?” Bill kicked the ground with his hands in his pocket.

“Dad, your phone does internet email, or did you not know that?” Chris sounded disappointed in his father.

“Yeah, I know that, but I need to use a full size keyboard, okay?” Bill snapped at his son. They had been such a team- always working together that this was the first snippy little exchange I had seen between them in a long time.

I interrupted their catty exchange, “Bill Taylor, I hope you don’t plan on using this as an excuse to get out of going to the internet user’s forum this weekend?” I put my hands on my hips and summoned as much of ‘Old Wendy’ as I had left to put just enough emphasis on my words to get their attention.

“What?” Bill asked incredulously.  The others looked at me as if I had just lost my mind.

“You think I came this far, sucked this many dicks?” for some reason I pointed at Rahjid’s office behind me “to have you tell me that everything is over just because you say it is?”

Chris was half-smiling but Bill and Jamie were completely confused.

“I am going to get your football stuff back right now, and you are going to get it together and take us to that internet user’s forum, do you understand Bill Taylor?” I demanded but I didn’t wait until he acknowledged me.

I marched up to Rahjid’s window and said “My husband wants his football stuff back, what do I have to do to get it?”

Rahjid proceeded to begin babbling off numbers about damages, interest, back rents and past due notices.

“I will whore until Friday – both day and night shift, you get all the profits off my ass, but we want it back right now, deal?”

Rahjid was not used to the feisty side of me – this was coming at him like a shock that I was as fired up as I was and that I was not backing down or willing to haggle. He tried several other deals that were less favorable before finally agreeing to my terms.

I walked back to where the three of my family members were standing and took Bill by the hand over to a storage room behind Rahjid’s office where he was now standing. He unlocked the door and inside were a collection of musty old boxes and cleaning supplies. Bill navigated through the mess and retrieved a single box – inside was his football trophy, a VCR tape and a dozen Hot Rod magazines.

“Cool, a VCR tape, do you have a dinosaur we could use to play this on?” Chris giggled.

“Do you want the rest of your things in here, Sir?” I gave Bill the courtesy of the proper title but I was feeling a little disappointed we did all this –for just one box.

Bill looked at the boxes of jeans from the 1980s and old golf shirts that he had and laughed “No, this was the only thing in here that I needed - Thanks Wendy.”

“It’s Cow-tits, Sir” I demanded with a hint of a smile. “I am glad Jamie is finally off the hook for what I did. Here is the new plan.  You guys are going to go back home for the next three days and pack up whatever you want to take with you to the internet user’s forum group this weekend. I am going to stay here and work for the next few days. You will come and pick me up Friday afternoon and we will go to your Father’s internet user forum group meeting and have a good time, is that understood?”

“Mom, I don’t think you..” Chris started to say something but I held up a finger and quickly stopped him from continuing.

I wasn’t sure how I had managed to wrestle back control of the family so quickly but I decided to fill the awkward silence “Jamie and I don’t have to listen to you anymore! However, it’s going to be hard for me to do this without any motivation, so I will ask that you stop by twice a day to check on me. I was actually going to show you my punishment from last night for all the fucked up things I did and rules I broke, and hope it was sufficient.”

“What was it Mom?” Jamie asked sympathetically.

I quickly described how Devi Das was walking a path of salvation and what the condoms had been for all along.  I skipped over some of the details, in part because I didn’t want to give the guys any good punishment ideas.

A few weeks ago it would have made no sense but having gone through so many changes her consuming semen that could not be touched by the impure of heart seemed completely logical to all four of us. I lifted the skirt I had on in the parking lot and showed off the large needles that Rahjid had put in my ass and clit and went over the litany of things I did to deserve each one.

“Not that it matters now, but I was supposed to go over my flaws from the night before. I encouraged my daughter to over-charge Buford. We took too long to finish Buford and it was my fault for tempting Jamie into violating those rules. It was entirely my oversight that we didn’t fill the condoms until the very end. We took our butt plugs out on our own and didn’t put them in the right way.” I genuinely felt guilty as I went over the list of so-called rule violations but why should I? A normal woman would have been aghast these were the rules anyway.

But, I was not normal any more was I?

“So you are sure about this Bill?” I hadn’t called my husband by his first name in about three weeks – it felt alien and awkward coming out of my mouth. I could tell he felt that too.

“What other choice do we have?” Bill didn’t answer a direct question with a yes or a no – maybe I was reading too much into the context but I could tell he was already drifting back to the comfort-zone of blaming the rest of the world for his problems and doing nothing about them.

“So should I take these needles out then?” I asked and Chris and Bill, both looked at their shoes. They really didn’t hurt now that they were in - unless I moved real fast. I was just putting out a feeler to see what the guys would say.

“Wait, is your punishment over slut?” Jamie piped up.

“Oh don’t tell me you are going to be the boss of me now, Ass Face?” I gave my daughter one of those ‘oh brother’ exasperated looks that implies I just wasn’t having any of that nonsense.

“Oh no, not at all,” Jamie stood on her tippy toes and smiled at me “I am just not leaving you out here to work on your own. You think I want to go back home and just sit and worry until Friday?”

I could see from my daughter’s enthusiastic face that she was trying to be helpful but Bill and Chris had clearly let this ordeal end for her and I didn’t want her to have to further put herself through this. I was the only one who had ever deserved to have to do this in the first place.

“Jamie, I know what you are trying to do and it’s precious and I wouldn’t have expected anything less from you,” I started to explain but from the look on her face I already knew her response. I was hoping a taste of hell would have quenched her appetite to endure it with me – but it had not.

“Good, then you know that I am going to insist on staying, and the name is Assface if you please, Cowtits.” She smirked and I cracked a smile for the first time since hearing the crushing news about our debt and the house seizure. I looked over at Bill for his approval or a comment or anything – he simply shrugged as if he was all out of words and hope.

I knew better than to ask my daughter if she was sure. The mother in me wanted to do so anyway because I was a control freak at heart but through this training and giving up authority over my own actions – I had learned a valuable lesson to be able to let my daughter make reasonable decisions without trying to second guess or talk her out of them. I just wanted to hear Bill say he had set her free and would like her to come home and enjoy a good meal or change out of those horrible clothes and peek-toe heels she was wearing– they had to be uncomfortable as all get out.

Bill stood there quietly – as if he were waiting for a sign he should go. “I am sorry,” well there was a start. Perhaps Bill was about to change his mind and tell us his plan. “I don’t know what to tell you.” and there it was – seven simple words, the seven simple words that encapsulate the last five years of Bill Taylor’s life.

I felt a gnawing in the pit of my stomach worse than when I had a broom shoved up my ass in an Asian tattoo parlor.

“It’s okay Bill, it will be fine.” I heard myself saying and realized that was my seven little words that came right after his for the last five years. Then I would clean up his mess and let him go about being lazy on the couch or the internet and his self-pity. Why did I just say that? Had we gone through weeks of family transition only to revert back to the roles we had played for years? This ordeal had begun with a bang to the system and was ending in this passive aggressive whimper?

“I guess we’ll be back in a few hours and we’ll bring you some dinner, not left-overs. I love you both, you know?” Bill’s words were strained with indecision and worry. I knew he was feeling the weight of the world pressing down on him that he had finally taken the reigns of the family and the house was being yanked out from under him.

“I know you feel like Charlie Brown having come so far to finally kick the ball, and Lucy just pulled it out from under you,” I tried to offer a metaphor I thought would offer some consolation that I knew what he was going through but he did not want to hear it. I guess he still had that foolish pride as well.

“Gah, you don’t know anything. You two stay out here and suck as many dicks as you want,” Bill made it sound like we loved doing this as he turned to walk back to his Truck.

Chris had said nothing for the whole exchange – if he had seven little words that encapsulated his past five years it was no words at all. He blindly followed his father back to the Truck and I felt just a hint of a tear start to form in the rounds of my eye.

“Get in the Truck, son. Your mom and sister want to whore it up,” Bill didn’t think twice about telling his son what to do – their partnership had fizzled.

“No, I don’t think so,” Chris’s voice sounded about one pitch higher than it should as if he were nervous about being defiant.

“Now wait a sec, Sir” Jamie put her hands on her hip in jest “We appreciate the help, but you won’t look good in a short skirt” she teased.

Chris looked over his shoulder back at us and he wasn’t grinning the way he did when they normally teased back and forth.

“The two of them aren’t out here because they want to be,” Chris said of us.

“Oh? Do you see any chains on them? I told them they are done, the world wins. We tried to earn enough money and we lost the house, your mom’s job, your sister’s reputation at school. We aren’t playing the game anymore, we are losing everything. It is over.” Bill shut the door to his truck as he turned back to his son, still cradling the box of football memorabilia in his arms.

“What? Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!” Chris became excited.

“Germans?” Jamie whispered to me in surprise.

“Forget it, he’s riffing off an old movie quote.” I giggled in response realizing I was a teenager when this film came out.

“And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough” Chris paused for a moment while trying to think of something to say. He often used humor to deflect reality and to deal with the world around him but his dad wasn’t buying it.

“You have something to say Son? Don’t tell me in Animal House quotes.” Bill shook his head in disappointment.

“I am staying,” Chris said with a straight faced conviction.

“What? Why?” Bill was confused and so was I.

“Simple, these bitches.. look at them? They haven’t been inspected, they don’t seem like they are even standing up straight,” Chris turned to us with the familiar sadistic look he had when he was about to do something particularly vile to us.

“Oh no,” Jamie was smiling but shaking her head “Not this again, you heard dad, you guys aren’t the boss of us anymore.” There was a light heartedness in her denial of her brother’s attempt to assert authority over us, as if she saw it as a vain attempt to try to motivate us.

“What? Tits out, chins up, tighten those ass cheeks!” Chris got in her face and in seconds Jamie had transformed to standing at attention with a completely serious expression.

He looked at me and not to leave my daughter and son hanging I sprung to attention letting my tits bounce in time with my movement –forming up alongside my daughter in the motel parking lot.

“Who owns those asses?” Chris asked out loud in broad daylight. I could hear Tiontay and his friends giggling behind me and I knew there were probably other eyes watching us from darkened motel rooms but I played along.

“You do Sir?” I was the first to reply and Jamie answered basically the same thing.

“That was pathetic, I don’t think you really believe it.” Chris snarled in response.

“Check my ass, Sir.” Jamie piped up with chin out, and standing at full attention.

“Why? Is there a love note in there for me?” Chris asked sadistically.

“No Master, when you and dad told me I didn’t have to serve today and I could get dressed, I could have taken it out, but my license is still where it belongs.”

“And where does it belong Ass face?” Chris insisted on hearing.

“Straight up my ass, Sir!” It still shocked me to hear Jamie’s innocent voice deliver vulgar phrases like that and without the least hint of fear that people were listening. I could see on my son’s face a look of satisfaction and pride.

“What about you Cowtits, are you loaded and packing your passport?” Chris turned his gaze towards me.

“Would you take my word for it if I told you, Sir?” I wasn’t entirely sure we should be going back to discipline having just been given a reprieve and it probably reflected in my joking tone.

“I asked you a question whore and I expect a straight answer. I know you like to deceive and manipulate – like all female kind!” Whoa where was Chris getting that from?  “However, since you can’t answer a simple question - get in position two, flip up your skirt and show me.”

There is something primal about being dominated fully. I think it’s like a hormonal instruction set that is locked away in our brains that gets activated and overrides our learned behavior. I felt it when I became a teenager and dared to defy my mother – that was my hormones telling me to stand on my own two feet. I felt it when I became a mother and dedicated myself to my children – that was my hormones telling me to get up at 4am and change that dirty diaper.

I felt it right now when I was being ordered to show my ass in broad day light so it could be inspected. I turned around in precise military fashion and bent at the waist in front of my son while flipping my skirt up fully in the back and held my ass cheeks apart for him.

“Ah there is the diamond I picked out for you, is it the best mother’s day present you ever got?” Chris’s tone was dark but I knew he intended his joke to be that way.

“In all honesty Master, no.” I replied and since I couldn’t see his face – I assumed it was stunned that I hadn’t just agreed with him.

“Someone stole and ran off with it today” I was looking up and saw Tiontay’s face go from giggle to a guilty look while he and his friends were peeping at me from the corner of one of the motel cabanas.

“I could lose it, but the tattoo you and your father bought for me, telling me precisely what I am to you, is forever. I thank you for that Master” I gripped my ass cheeks to pull my ass a little further apart than normal – satisfied that I had answered my son’s barb with love and acceptance.

Jamie was self-sacrificing her pride and dignity to continue to earn for the family and Chris was going to help us get through this as moral support- a coach of sorts. I was proud of them and disappointed that Bill had not warmed up to what we were doing. He must be watching from a distance and wondering if we are all crazy. He probably just thought we were stuck in the routine of discipline mode and this was our way of living in denial? He might be right.

“Awww, isn’t that sweet, you think that earned you some brownie points?” Chris cupped my ass with a hard slap from his palm.

“More like Brown-noser points,” Jamie giggled at him.

“Did I tell you to get in position two?” Chris got within a hair’s distance of his sister’s face enraged by her joke.

“No Sir?” she replied meekly like tweety bird recoiling from Sylvester invading her cage.

“Then get in it, and join your slut mother!” Chris’s mock-rage subsided as he delivered the second order. Jamie complied without hesitation standing exactly as I was with both ass cheeks exposed in the half-empty parking lot of a broken down motel.

“You dumb whores know that I am your pimp, and that you will eat, shit, talk, walk, suck, fuck, lick, according to MY rules and that nothing has changed from yesterday -  You agree to that?”  Chris spoke directly to our asses as if he were Braveheart addressing his troops on a sunny Scottish glade.

“Yes Master” we said in unison.

“Assface, tell me why we can’t leave you two out here unsupervised and with no discipline, will you please?” Chris demanded of his sister.

“Because family is meant to be tight – like a butthole, Master” Jamie repeated a quote we heard Chris say a while back from a TV show he watches called Workaholics. I’ve never seen it but I’ve heard it is hilarious.

“What?” Chris demanded.

“Sorry Master, family is meant to be tight – like my asshole!” Jamie corrected herself using the more vulgar description.

“I was expecting you to tell me because you lazy cunts would lollygag around and spend time telling each other your feel-ings” he dragged out the last word to show disdain for them, “And brag about how you fucked Roscoe in the backyard today?”

I looked over at Jamie’s hung face and she was turning a new shade of red from embarrassment. I look backed down at the pavement with a sudden wonder if my morning really had been harder than hers must have been. This was going to be quite an explanation - she was going to have to tell me all about this one. I knew from the Internet that women did it but I assumed it was in Germany or Japan or places where porn has to be so disgusting and bizarre for anyone to take notice.

“That too, Master” Jamie cleared her throat and didn’t deny what he said about her. “I just meant you stayed for the same reason Mom and I Did.” Her normally chipper delivery was clouded by what sounded like shame. After all we had been through how could she care about my opinion of what she did? I knew what was in her heart.

“Oh, because I love sucking on dicks?” Chris prodded her to continue her explanation with a slap to the ass cheeks that didn’t even make her wobble – her balance was excellent.

“No Sir,” Jamie sniffed a little – was she crying? Had he hit her that hard? Was it the realization I knew she fucked a dog.

“Sp-spah-spit it out Assface.” Chris stuttered to mock her while delivering another rock solid hammer slap to her ass cheeks “You usually swallow, so this should be a first.” He chortled to himself.

“The family is having hard times, but we are pulling together as a family. I am already dressed like a hooker, I’ve spent a night whoring, I know the deal. I am going to suck and fuck and do my part just like mom is. You are going to discipline us and keep us from being bad and getting chatty, I appreciate that, and I thank you. That is what family should do.” Jamie’s tone returned to the sweety-pie-in-the-sky that always looks on the bright side that has been her nature since the first time she could utter a word.

“You are wrong about that Cunts,” Chris got serious and paused “Dad left the parking lot five minutes ago, he thinks we are just wasting our time.”

“Our we Master?” I wanted some reassurance and I hadn’t spoken in this exchange.

“Well, other than giving a free show of your stinkers to some kids who seem to think this is HILARIOUS,” Chris stomped a few steps and drove Tiontay and his friends back behind the corner they had continued to peep and giggle from – only for them come right back in a few seconds and deliver another round of giggles. “Then no, this is not making us any money.”

“Well it’s got your whores fired up to suck dicks, may we stand up and get to work Master?” I offered in as sweet a tone as I could.

Chris smacked my butt “Yes, but don’t do that.” Allowing me to drop my skirt and stand up straight again.

“I am sorry, do what Master?” I turned around using the same tone.

“How you are talking, it’s like you sounded when you used to tuck me in at night and read me a story, or kiss a boo-boo, it creeps me out.” He said seriously.

“Oh, but mommy is a good whore for you, does he want his little tum-tum rubs?” I played up my motherly tone. I had no idea my ‘sweet voice’ sounded like my nurturing mommy voice – I knew he was right instantly as I smiled and teased him while Jamie giggled.

“You want me to slam those big fat nipples in the door of the cabana?” Chris’s threat was obviously in jest – he could take a joke as easily as he could give one.

“Actually, I would not mind, if it will knock some of this breast milk loose from my boobs. I feel like I am going to explode, Sir!” Jamie was half-kidding but I was feeling the weight of the milk sloshing around and making my tits heavier than normal too – we were overdue for our regular milkings by several hours.

“You and Dad really did a number on us, by giving us hormone pills to make our boobies fill up with milk with our birth control pills.”

“What birth control pills? We stopped giving those to you weeks ago.” Chris said dead pan and I heard a clang of metal clatter on the pavement like a heavy aluminum spatula that just dropped.

“Gotcha,” Chris laughed at our wide-eyed expressions that we were definitely going to be pregnant and pointed to Jamie’s license lying on the ground. He laughed “Cow Tits, pick that up with your teeth, and bring it into the Cabana, I need to inspect you two whores and get you milked and ready to work night shift.”

As I bent over to clench my daughter’s stainless steel buttplug Chris laughed “I hope our family is tighter than YOUR asshole.” He smacked Jamie on the ass and drove us both into our Cabana where he insisted we strip right away.

“I am surprised you got some clothes to cover your stank ass, let me guess you had to spend some of my money to buy them?”

I was quickly undressing and I wanted to stop and clarify that the money was ours as a family but I decided to roll with it and put my over-thinking, over-analytic mind to the side. “No Master, since you were kind enough to leave me here last night so that I could learn my lesson,” I was being facetious and he knew it “Rahjid had some old whore’s clothes laying around I could wear, I suppose we could bring them back tomorrow?”

Chris grabbed the skirt I had neatly folded and set on the floor and tried to rip it, at first he didn’t succeed because it was a stretchy polyester flitty little party skirt that was popular in the 1980s but after his sister giggled he managed a tear down the side. She had just slid her butt plug back in and was completely naked.

“It needs to show a little more skin, you don’t have a problem with that do you slut?” Chris asked me seriously as I stood before him now fully undressed.

No Master, thank you for adjusting my outfit, I shouldn’t have indulged my need for modesty by wearing a skirt with that much material, please forgive me?” I got down on my knees – now the line between facetious and serious began to blur for me.

“And no, you won’t be going home to get a change of clothes,” Chris glared down at me “Dad’s there, and if he doesn’t want to be a part of this then that’s fine. Let’s leave him to his misery and take care of business.”

“You won’t tie me to the back of the building again tonight though Sir?” I don’t know when to keep my damn mouth shut. I thought I should put the over-thinking, over-analyzing Wendy away – but I just had to clarify the sleeping arrangement and inadvertently put that thought in his head.

“You’ll both be out there with broom handles up your ass, if you don’t do well tonight.” Chris was digging around to find a razor to address the stubble that had started to sprout on our legs and pubic hair and had us face each other and start pulling and tugging each other’s titties to milk each other.

“Harder mom, like this..” Jamie was kneeling in front of me as she pulled my nipple like the spring-loaded plunger on a pinball machine to entice me to milk her a little more forcefully than I was.

“Hey, that smarts, watch it hooker.” I said playfully and gave her the tugs she asked for while crushing my thumbs into her nipples as hard as I could. She shut her eyes and little drips of yellowish-white milk began to emerge from the tips of her nipples.

“Oh, it’s not the worst thing that’s been done to them, you want me to do yours like that?” Jamie asked without reservation and I nodded I did. I was only released from my discipline for a few minutes but I was still feeling strange about returning to it without Bill’s involvement – like we were playing a charade. I was about to ask my daughter to tell me about Roscoe when I heard the screen door start to pop open.

It seems that surprise visits are becoming the norm with us.