The Family Feud III

Chapter One
“Family Circus”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 21
JAMIE: 21

The story is not about being perfect people. It is about imperfect people.

Perfect people would have never tied up their husband and son, wife or daughter in the first place.

This story is a journey. Along the way, mistakes will be made. Mistakes are not the end of the journey.

Mistakes are nature’s way of providing you consequences, so that you will learn to adapt. This story is an evolution.

An evolution of an imperfect family of four people, who don't yet know how perfectly imperfect they are.

Welcome Back!

If you haven’t read Family Feud I and II, it is highly recommended. A quick synopsis of what has happened so far and then we dive into the thick of things:

**Warning*** The synopsis could contain spoilers, so if you’ve an interest in a compelling story, you may want to skip down to” Back at the County Fair Grounds” below.

Family Feud I:
We are introduced to the Taylor Family, typical mid-American nuclear family living in suburbia.

Bill the husband, a former high school athlete in his early 40s. He hasn’t been employed for a while, let himself go a little, and had a strong porn/internet addiction.

Wendy, his wife, blossomed after she attended college, built a dynamic career as an executive, has an interest in Pilates and aerobics and chicken soup for the soul books. She considers herself the glue that holds the family together.

Chris, the eldest son, is a slacker’s slacker. Lazy, out of shape, geeky, loves to sleep in, and half-asses just about everything he can, shirking responsibility whenever it is offered him. His ‘five year’ plan in high school is to stretch it out to the 6^th year.

Jamie, is more like her mother, a high school honor student, captain on the cheerleading team, strawberry blonde long hair, with a very positive although perhaps naïve outlook on life.

In the first story, Wendy enlists the aid of her daughter to help motivate her lazy and irresponsible husband and son to take better care of themselves, take a leadership role in the household again and be ‘better’ men, is all she is asking. At first, it is a somewhat playful attempt at serving the men notice that the Taylor women are done picking up after them, and coddling them. The women write their version of a “Declaration of Independence” spelling out their grievances and what has to change.

One thing leads to another, and perhaps drunk on power, things just start to get ‘weird’. The Taylor women find themselves cuckolding the Taylor men. Like something out of the movie “9 to 5” when the secretaries tie up their boss and realize they’ve probably gone too far, it’s just a little too late to turn back. The men surrender their clothes and are under a tight supervision to clean up, get in shape and not watch porn.

I will not ruin the ending for you, because I would like you to give this story a read if you haven’t. Suffice to say, that events come to a head at a party that Jamie was holding, and the Taylor women get their comeuppance, leaving the Taylor men with the upper hand.

Family Feud II:
Spanning thirty chapters, this is the longest story I’ve ever written and completed as an author and I really enjoyed writing it. This one picks up right where FFI left off. In fact, the chapter you are reading is technically just “Chapter 31” of Family Feud.

The second story begins less than a week before the events of Family Feud III. The Taylor women realize they’ve wronged the men in a big way. They make a conscious choice to give them a chance at ‘payback’ and with some reluctance agree to be the men’s slaves.

Bill creates “Bill’s Bill”, his own chaotic, disorganized but expansive set of rules that outline a requirement the girls earn “100 gold stars” each, by performing well, having a good attitude, and accepting dares, humiliations and contests that truly prove they regret having run the men through the ringer when they were in charge. More importantly, these acts amuse the men, and Bill makes no pretense that he isn’t going to selfishly enjoy his newfound dominion over the women.

The girls despite themselves, perhaps out of a sense of obligation to each other, accept jointly the responsibility for their conduct. They being good sports, feel that turnabout is fair play in this instance and with some reservation agree to the terms, accepting their mistakes in judgment and swallowing their pride to let the men get closure. After all, they had expected the men to do these things. Could they hold themselves to the same standards they once set for others?

At first, this power-reversal has some hiccups, some mistakes were made, some fun was had, and some asses were slapped. I am not going to tell you all about those things, because I really want you to read Family Feud II, you will be glad you did. The men aren’t interested in running things quite the same way as the women had. They point out that what could motivate them, would never motivate the girls and customize their requirements around the differences in how men think as opposed to what women value.

Neighbors, Jamie’s classmates, even some of Wendy’s co-workers start to find out about the arrangement and this experience actually starts to change them, evolve them in unexpected ways. The men become more confident and the women start to learn about themselves, their strengths, their weaknesses. The entire family is spending much more time together than they did when they were four individuals living a fast-paced modern life in the same house.

Wendy and Bill work out a secret arrangement that if Wendy voluntarily accepts more humiliation than can be expected even by the rules, and when they are alone is truly a whore for him, he’ll go a little easier on Jamie. The pain and humiliation will be full bore, but the sexuality he’d show more temperance on. His stipulation is that if Wendy earns her 100 stars before Jamie, or if she tells Jamie about it the deal is off for the remainder of the term.

There is another figure who continues to pop up in the story Cathy Griffin, one of Jamie’s friends and fellow cheerleaders. She seems to enjoy digging up dirt and blackmailing her friends and teachers. The Taylor family is wary of her, but cooperative (for fear she may take revenge). They aren’t sure if she is truly the wicked, evil mastermind, or just a girl with a twisted imagination and some embarrassing photos on her cell phone, pictures that could end careers and marriages.

The story closes on Bill deciding to have a “Family Fun Night” at the county fair, as he begins making ready for a night of humiliations and games of chance, with his slaves as the butt of every joke, he realizes something. How much he loves his life, his wife, and his family.

I could have faded the story to black, and left you the reader to assume there had been a happy ending, and let you write your own epilogue to the story about the fate of the Taylors. Wendy embracing her husband, who had just told her he really wanted her. It was certainly a defining moment in the story.

The transformation that began just a few months ago, when the girls were in charge had begun changing them in ways they would not even realize. Many of these changes subtle, all of them realizing their imperfections and addressing them.

This past week, now that the power had transferred into the men’s hands had become a crucible of change. Bill and Chris were walking taller, starting to take responsibility for their lives, thinking ahead. They had made mistakes; Bill had made his wife sleep with other men, strangers. He had not started out intending that, but he was caught up in control, and his wife AGREED to it, so it just happened. The two hadn’t spoken about it four days prior to chapter two.

There had been other mistakes. Chris had played into Cathy’s hands at school, and got his sister almost kicked out of school. Luck and Cathy herself had helped them to narrowly avoid suspension. The men were still interested in humbling and humiliating the women. After all, they were still angry that they had been treated like house pets themselves. Bill and Chris were working through this anger and they were having a damned good time of it.

Jamie, who had always lived up to every expectation and managed to exceed them, was on her own personal journey as well. Even though Chris was older, he had been the baby of the family, avoiding responsibility where he could, and even though Jamie excelled at everything she had ever done, her parents still saw her as a ’child’. She hadn’t even had a serious boyfriend before this. Now every night, Chris was sending her out on ’dates’ with his nerdy friends for profit. She was also wrestling with the perception from friends and family that she was a ‘goody two shoes’, put up on a pedestal that she didn’t feel she dared make mistakes or else she may let everyone down.

Her journey through submission had only just begun to make her re-evaluate everything about growing up an over-achieving teenager.

Wendy was fit, successful, attractive, and held the house together. She hadn’t taken an internal inventory that she may be flawed. As far as she was concerned, it was everyone else who NEEDED her help. It began to dawn on her, when she was no longer given the authority to organize, motivate and plan the family’s activities, that things managed to get done. She was starting to learn that she had been subconsciously holding the other family members back with her best intentions. Just as her daughter was learning about living for other people’s expectations, Wendy was finding the sun would rise the next day, even if people did not think she had the perfect house, the perfect car, the perfect husband, the perfect job, the perfect family.

They were learning about their moral boundaries, seeing lines that they would never have thought about crossing, as crossable.

If you read the evolution of this story from the beginning, you would have seen how they had not started out making this about sex, or sexuality. Keeping the men naked at first, had been more of a joke, which evolved into a way to humble them into seeing how out of shape they were. Wendy realized she could have them masturbate quickly and they wouldn’t walk around with their boners flopping around, they’d actually concentrate on the task at hand.

When the power came around to the men, they were not content with that. The women weren’t motivated by a desire to orgasm, they simply weren’t wired to think like men. Flipping the script on the women, it became more about humbling them, shaping them to be less controlling, and of course being more than just amusing to the men to direct.

I hope that you want more titties, ass, pussy, punishment, humiliation, games and exploration of the dynamic of the Taylors. You want to know where will this story go?

Do the Taylor girls earn their one hundred stars each, and along with it freedom and dignity once again? Will the family be whole once again? You’ve watched them progress this far, like any good train wreck, can you turn your eyes away now?

BACK AT THE COUNTY FAIRGROUNDS:

“I hope you don’t think that kiss means you get treated any differently, slut?” Bill asked breaking her embrace, basking in his wife’s warmth.

“No sir, I did appreciate it though.” Wendy answered truthfully.

“What you appreciate isn’t really my concern is it? Wiggle your asses down this row, I want the carnies to get a good look at you.” He directed his wife and daughter down the twisting and turning rows of tents and games on the fair’s midway.

The attitude was still light. They walked hand in hand with the girls wiggling their asses, and being flirty while Bill and Chris walked beside them, scanning for opportunities to amuse them, and embarrass the girls.

The fair is all about lights, gaudy tents, and 50 cent peep shows for the world’s smallest dog. The fair is all about smells, the corn dogs hot out of the grease, buttered popcorn, crisp clean yet humid country air, and cotton candy. The fair is all about music from the Himalaya ride, screams, carnival barkers hollering “Hey ya, gimme two seconds there, let me show you what you can win, there, who’ll be a winner, winner, chicken dinner?” to strangers trying hard not to fall for their pitch.

Chris’s mind immediately went to his appetite, and his first choice was deep-fried bacon, which is fully cooked bacon battered in pork rings, fried and served on a stick. The others waited while he ordered some for himself and his dad.

“None for us?” Jamie pouted flirtatiously, but it was obvious she didn’t expect anything.

“You want one up your ass? THAT can be arranged.” Her Dad said, half joking, half serious, taking a bite of his bacon treat, as the four began walking again.

“Would I get a star?” Jamie asked demurely, fluttering her eyes. She did want the stars, but she could also be a good sport. She was starting to get used to her father’s scorn and ridicule, and learning when she could be playful, and when to just shut up. This was a time to be playful.

“Stick end, or Bacon end?” Chris was serious.

Bill changed the subject, “Hey, we can talk about some things to shove up their fat asses in a minute, look at that?”

It was a tented arcade, mostly retro space invaders and moon patrol games, but one object dominated the entrance to the tent. An old fashioned wooden coin operated “Electric chair”, with the phrase “Try the shocker $1.00”

Chris held up his left hand, index and middle finger extended close together and his pinky out in the hand gesture of the same name. “I got a shocker for you. Two in the pink, one in the stink!” He jabbed his pinky into his sisters skirt playfully, causing her to flinch, but offer no protest.

To onlookers, it probably seemed like two siblings just goofing around, a little friendly sibling rivalry.

“How many stars do we get for sitting in that one, Sir?” Jamie asked her father, not retaliating for her brother’s ad-hoc ‘shocker’ poke, still remaining positive and upbeat.

“You don’t get stars for every little thing. I am going to award up to 10 stars, mostly for the right attitude. Slutty and amusing, submissive.” He counted off the attributes he considered virtues one on each finger before continuing .“If we offer you a ride in the chair, don’t be shy and reluctant, give us a good show. I’ll have a few challenges for stars, but I want mostly to see that you and your Mom are going to really accept and demonstrate you are our pets and playthings” Bill explained, not worried about who would over hear him.

The fair had only opened a little while ago, and now that homes had PlayStation 3, Wii and Xbox, people just weren’t into spending money at the arcade any more. There were only a few patrons in the tent, fewer still stayed very long after the nostalgia of looking at old video games wore off.

“Alright, I’ll take the electric chair, Sir.” Wendy said with a look of joyful amusement, her lips pursed. This was safe enough for anyone in an arcade, what would be the harm? She thought to herself. The chair looked beat up, but it was thick and sturdy. It had two shiny metal cylinders coming out of each of the arms of the chair, which you were obviously supposed to grab on to complete the circuit. Above the chair a “power meter.”

“That’s the spirit! You’ve been sentenced to execution for being a contemptuous bitch!” Bill smirked.

“Me too, sir!” Jamie volunteered, “I am a contemptuous bitch, just like my Mom. Who goes first?” bright-eyed and eager to get through this, it was either an excellent acting job from a girl who’d spent over 50% of her life already as a cheerleader, or she genuinely wanted the shocker.

Chris didn’t say anything, but he felt somewhat cheated when the girls were too eager. It was his test that whatever they were doing wasn’t humiliating enough or hard enough. He much preferred their reluctance. He also didn’t want them kicking and screaming no. He wanted just enough resistance that they still did it, they just didn’t have to like it so much. He kept the thought to himself, at least for now.

“Waste a dollar each? No you can both sit on the chair arms! And hold hands!” Bill’s answer was direct, but gave the impression he was amused they’d think it was that easy to get through this.

At first Wendy thought her husband meant to make them try to impale their pussies on the cylinder, which was too thick, and probably covered in who knows what germs. She soon learned all he wanted was for them to sit on the wooden chair arm, straddling it with their legs on either side. They were to then push the metal cylinder as close up to their pussies as possible with their skirts over the cylinder, and then link hands.

The girls looked in each other’s eyes, and feeding off each other’s determination took their places on either side of the seat, straddling the arm rest, with their skirt forming a ‘tent’ over the shiny metal cylinder.

“Don’t whiz on the elec-tric fence.” Chris sang, an inside joke only he understood.

“Do you have any quarters?” Bill asked his son.

“Nope”

“Will you go get four?”

Chris took his time going to the change machine, leaving the two on the chair for a few minutes. He noticed there was a cigarette machine right next to it. “Wow, who puts a cigarette vending machine in an arcade for kids?” He briefly wondered about a generation that didn’t card people for buying smokes and let anyone with the money buy them, before remembering what he had been sent to do.

An elderly man walked in to the tent while Chris was farting around, folding and unfolding a dollar to get it to slide into the change machine. The man scanned the girls up and down, both seated on the wooden armrests on the side. “Oh I see, you are going to really get a charge out of that.” He joked in his grampa voice.

“Yes Sir, I hope so…” Wendy said playfully, grinding slightly forward, holding her daughter’s hand. The two were smiling enthusiastically. This didn’t seem so bad, and the night was young and full of opportunities.

Chris returned with the quarters, and after plinking them in one by one the power meter rose to 10%. The girls felt nothing at all.

20%, and they still felt nothing at all. Wendy having the good sense to know the guys were expecting a show began to shake and jerk on her own, making the faces like she was being shocked. Jamie always a good sport followed suit. The two pretended to convulse, holding hands tightly.

By 40%, they could feel a slight tingle of electric current. They were in full acting mode by the time it reached 100% appearing to be in complete agony yet only feeling a tingle. Bill and Chris were skeptical, but smiling.

The old man returned when they had completed the thirty seconds on the chair that the four quarters bought. “You know, that thing hasn’t worked right since 1991. I’ve just had it more as an attention getter to get people to take a look in my arcade.” he said with a sad reservation. “I used to be an electrical engineer in the war; I should probably fix it.”

“What war, Revolutionary or Civil?” Chris’s snarky comment was just playful enough the old man only shook his head in a nod that conceded, “Ok ya got me, I am old.” without saying a word.

“I got to ask if you two lovely ladies will let me take a picture of you two up there on it. It’d make an old man’s day?” he asked endearingly.

“You’ll have to ask the men of the family, Sir. We don’t make the decisions.”

“How I wish you were serious. My Maude, god bless her soul was like that, but they don’t make them anymore that way these days. The hoochie skirts and the well, you know” He was about to say something, but realizing how the girls were dressed he decided to be a bit more diplomatic.

“Yes, you can take a picture of them, tops on, or tops off?” Bill answered the carny’s earlier question.

The old caretaker laughed not taking him seriously “Well now if you want to make an old man’s week, they surely would, but I wouldn’t ask for too much of you good people’s time already.” The gentle old man said, fidgeting with his out dated Polaroid he retrieved from somewhere.

Bill nodded his head at the girls silently standing behind him, “Say Cheese, Wendy!” his code word for Wendy to
ham things up, silently instructing the girls with his body language to give the old man a shock of his own.

As the flash went off, the girls pulled their half shirts up, revealing braless bare tits for a split instant. It should be noted that while doing this at an arcade in a mall may raise eyebrows, at a Country fair, flashing boobs when someone takes a picture of you doesn’t seem all that out of the ordinary that it would shock people much if it happened once or twice in a night.

“Oh darn, I think I may need to take another.” The old man noted, shaking the picture once it came out and blowing on it. From his reaction, they could not tell if he had seen them flash and wanted another chance to look at bouncing boobies, or if he really had camera troubles. They were not even sure he had seen their tits at all in the bright flash.

“We’ve got some places to go; we can stop back if you want another”

“Oh I do, I do. Stop back anytime!” The old man said smiling and waving, nodding as if they were old friends. All at once, reminding Wendy of the time last weekend when she had prostituted herself (at Bill’s order) for a kindly older gentleman just like him. A streak of guilt ran up her spine, as the memory of that encounter came flashing back to her as Bill hustled his family out of the arcade into the Midway.

“What was that?” Bill demanded once they were back outside.

“Sorry Sir, I THOUGHT you wanted us to flash our tits?” Wendy sounded apologetic.

“I wanted you to surprise me, do something really unexpected. You could have made out!” He firmly said making the girls feel stupid for having only done the expected, when they thought they had given the man a fun treat.

“Or grabbed each other’s tits, and motorboated!” Chris added, making an “Mrrbbbllllll” sound, while shaking his face in front of imaginary tits.

Bill made a mental note that Chris probably needed to get laid.

“Hey Dad, it’s called motor boating if you put your face between a girl’s tits and roll around. What is it called when you put your face between a girl’s ass cheeks and do it?”

Bill shrugged and Chris continued to crack his joke “Tuesday night at the Taylor house.” slapping his knee as they walked away from the arcade into the midway of the fair.

Bill’s mood lightened again, singing an accented line from an old country song as his amended answer to his son’s joke. “Looking for love, in all the wrong places.” He sang smiling, feigning motor boating his wife’s butt cheeks from behind.

Chris made a farting noise, almost as if on cue. The timing was spot-on when Bill bent over right behind his wife, to give them the impression it came from Wendy. Spirits were gay enough that they all laughed.

It was still early at the fair on opening day, the crowd was light, even if it had been crowded, no one would have said a word about a family laughing and joking around, even lowbrow humor like that. It just seemed appropriate there.

“Hey, if I fart, I want you guys to accept the blame for it.” Chris thought to himself shortly after the joke, instructing his mom and his sister.

“We aren’t guys,” Jamie corrected teasing her brother. She knew when she could and when she couldn’t, and this was one of those times protocol was loose enough that she could.

“Exactly, you are bitches. So you will excuse yourself if you hear one of us cut the cheese,” Bill added on to his son’s order making it seem legitimate.

“Aren’t you proud of the ones you belt out, Sir?” Wendy smirked at her husband, casting him a side long glance, getting a light slap on her ass as his only playful response.

Bill and Chris had their eyes peeled for another new game or humiliation for the girls. They’d talked about a few ideas in the truck, but the two of them felt their strength was playing things by ear. The women were more the planners of the family.

Bill expressed his disappointment to the ladies that they hadn’t done a little extra and gone the extra mile for his and Chris’s amusement while they passed root beer stands, and games of chance that didn‘t have the potential to pique his interest. “You have to raise your game if you want these ten stars!” He shook the pack of plastic stars he had brought with him for added effect.

“I don’t know yet how things are going to go tonight.” Revealing he didn’t have a plan to Wendy was a gamble. He scanned her face to see if she was going to look disapprovingly at him. She didn’t, she looked more disappointed in herself that she had failed to amuse him. “I am going to play IT BY EAR” emphasizing a catch phrase they used to use a lot that annoyed Wendy. Once again, she did not take the bait.

“Dad, what if we take all twenty stars, and give it like a jackpot to the girl who wins the most contests tonight!!” Chris suggested.

“Son, you are an equal partner in ownership of these sluts.” Bill talked about his wife and Jamie as if they weren’t walking right next to him. “If you think that is the best idea, then that is what we do.” Then he offered a counter-point to his son, “I just take issue with one of them getting twenty for one night. What about ten?”

Jamie fought back the urge to complain that ten for one and zero for another was unfair, when originally it had been a total of 20 stars on the table. They were basically cutting in half the reward for the two of them. She looked at her mother who returned her gazed and silently nodded. They both knew this was not the time to interrupt the men.

Instead, she offered generously, “Whatever dares you give tonight, I will go on record as saying, that ANYTHING Mom does, I will do!”

“Oh, you little hussy!” Wendy offered playfully imitating Victoria Waxerman, before adding “You aren’t afraid that you might be biting off more than you can chew?” Swiveling her hips, so that she bumped her daughters butt from the side sportingly.

“You better be careful, your mouth doesn’t write a check, your ass can’t cash!” Bill commented sagely.

“Anything Mom Can Do, I can do better!” Jamie sang the song she used to sing about Chris, in the same off-key way she did when she was eleven. It seemed to fit her. You could still see a few of the freckles she had back then, on her sprightly face, and with the pig tails it just worked for her.

“If you back down even once then, if Mom is willing to do it, then you get a correction?” Chris’s statement sounded more like a question than he had intended. He was referring to the more serious second level punishments they had developed index cards for, that they made the girls draw from. Chris had added “Mrs.Waxerman’s Patented Tabasco Colonic” and a few other sadistic ideas he was anxious to try out. The problem being that his Mom and Jamie were such over-achievers they almost never did anything bad enough to deserve drawing a card.

He had given them many of the lighter “infraction” punishments. These punishments were simple, immediate and direct to keep the girls on their toes and reinforce discipline more as routine, then to address particular offenses. The way a shepherd might herd his sheep; these were simply tools to keep the womenfolk of the house in line. The corrections were more involved and formal in nature.

“We don’t have the fishbowl here, so it’d have to be done at home?” Jamie’s answer to his question was an automatic counter-offer.

“Why do you care? If you had zero doubts you’d back down from a dare mom would do, you’d agree to strip naked and ride the Anaconda.” Chris was referring to the fair’s most notorious roller coaster, but in context it could have been taken to mean his dick. Bill had to think about it for a moment, before he was sure his son meant roller coaster.

“Good point” Jamie agreed with a harumph. “I know you won’t offer a dare or contest so embarrassing that you yourselves will be embarrassed by it just by association with us. It’d get you kicked out, and end the night.” She added “I know Mom wouldn’t agree to a dare like that anyway, so there is a safety valve here. So yeah, if I don’t live up to my promise, punish me here on the midway. I feel confident you won’t need too.” Her sharp, pointy nose turning up slightly punctuating her confidence in that statement.

“How do you know I won’t agree to something awful, just to see you do it?” Wendy asked pragmatically.

“You have more common sense than that.” Jamie smiled, stating the obvious adding, “Besides you’d have to do it too.” Followed by a quiet pause before she added in an uncharacteristically cynical tone “You wouldn’t agree to do something, you wouldn’t want me to do. You don’t have double standards.”

Wendy shuddered for a second hearing a subtext like one of those whistles only dogs can hear. The men failed to pick up on it entirely, and Wendy decided to let the matter drop, and continued smiling.

They continued to walk. It was breezy but starting to get a little humid. It was fun to notice the early birds at the fair. They were mostly your run of the mill white trash from nearby trailer parks taking advantage of the cheaper rides and ticket prices early. Big families of eight kids, the mom openly nursing the littlest under a blanket, the dad in the trucker hat and cut off shirt walking around oblivious to his gaggle of brats following behind like baby duckling pulling each other’s pony tail and poking each other back in retaliation.

“YOINK!” Chris pulled one of his sister’s pig tails, imitating the latest batch of bratty kids passing by.

It was only mildly annoying and everyone was feeling playful, so she poked him back with a smile on her face.

“Okay you two, am I going to have to separate you?” Wendy’s threat was in jest, she knew she had no power over either of them right now. It didn’t bother her the way she thought it would. She wondered if she could get used to giving up her control as long as she knew Bill would step up and handle things if they really needed to be.

“If you separate them, I’ll separate these!!” Bill dashed behind her, wrapping his arms around her and grabbing both ass cheeks under her skirt, giving her butt a squeeze and pulling them apart shamelessly.

This kind of horseplay at the mall would probably have raised eyes, but here in the open air of the fair, no one seemed to mind. They just saw the Taylors, as blending in with the other white trash, who dressed almost as slutty as Wendy and Jamie, except when they did it, it was on purpose.

Soon the guys were getting a little bored. Their primary mission tonight was to find amusing ways to make the girls humble themselves, and so far no opportunity presented itself. There had been a booth where people throw dimes into goldfish bowls and win a goldfish if they make it in. These cheap little fish rarely ever survived being transported by little kids who shook the bags all night long until they got home. Just as well for most parents, who didn’t want to spend the money buying an aquarium for the little orange buggers. Chris wasn’t sure what kind of dare he could do with it, but he made a mental note to come back to it.

“DOUCHE-VADER!!!” A familiar young voice greeted them from within a long line of people.

“DOUCHE, I AM YOUR FATHER!!” Chris instantly recognized the voice and following its source, calling out to it. The rest of the family naturally following him as he traced the source of the familiar voice.

“THERE IS NO DOUCHE NOT, THERE IS ONLY DOUCHE!” Gerald, the boy who had gone on a date last Sunday with Jamie waved to them, imitating a Yoda voice. Gerald and Chris were having some sort of inside joke, where they inserted the word ‘Douche’ in Star Wars references.

“What are you douching here, Gerald?” Chris said directly to Gerald, standing in front of his family, a bit like he was their spokesman.

Gerald motioned to his parents who were standing behind him, before explaining he was here to get his picture taken with “SpongeBob, and I think it’s his girlfriend, Sandy Cheeks.”

Chris gazed at the front of the line, at the two costumed characters from a children’s cartoon. “These are not the douches you are looking for.” He waved his hand as if hypnotizing Gerald, adding “They barely even look like them. Is Sandy supposed to be a squirrel or a chipmunk?”

As Gerald and Chris began to argue about the authenticity of the conversation, Gerald’s parents stepped out from behind their son, his father extending his hand to Bill.

“Hi, Put her there, I am Brad, and this is my wife Janet.” Offering a firm handshake, “I apologize about my son being so childish, you’d think by 7^th grade he’d outgrow the need to actually MEET people dressed up in costumes of cartoons, as if they were the real thing.”

Jamie, who had thought Gerald might be a little older, based on how he carried himself, sighed in disbelief “7^th grade?”

“Oh this must be your lovely daughter, Jamie!” Gerald’s dad reached to shake her hand adding, “I’ve heard SO much about you”. He did a double take when he had a chance to get a good look at her. She was at least a head taller than his son. His face disapproved of how she was dressed, but then he also seemed to disapprove of his son’s nerdy habits.

“You are much taller than I had expected” Brad said clearing his throat. He caught his wife giving him a stern look, and decided it might be best if her were to stop talking to the pretty young girl..

His wife Janet looked down her nose at the Taylor family from how they were dressed. It seemed to Janet, anyone who took pleasure in such low-brow charms as a ‘County Fair’ wasn’t her kind of people. She exuded a presence of someone who felt this was all beneath her.

Janet took this as an opportunity to introduce herself. “We wouldn’t ordinarily come to a ‘County Fair’.” Saying it as if it were the last place she’d be on the planet. “Our Son,” She corrected herself, “our eldest son, is just home from Dartmouth, and he promised to meet us here. He seemed to think we might have fun.” Her tone firmly denying the possibility.

“Yeah, same for us” Bill answered on behalf of the family. “We came here tonight for some family fun, isn’t that right?”

The rest of the family’s response was drowned out by the Spongebob anthem which periodically played on a revolving loop. “ARE YA READY KIDS!!?”” To which the line of excited kids and parents responded “AYE AYE CAPTAIN!!”

“Oh there it is again, every five minutes they play that dreadful racket.” Janet said with disdain for all things childlike. “Just look at those girls in front.” Pointing out two young black girls. The first had on hot pink shorts with a tank top imprinted with a tootsie roll pop and the caption “Lick don’t bite”. The other girl wearing a low slung white terry shirt revealing her naked shoulder and most of her bra, and revealing, skin-tight white leggings. The girls were just ahead of Gerald’s family, shaking their butts, and having a good time talking to one another.

“Where is the mother? Those outfits are far too revealing! Girls their age shouldn‘t be permitted to cavort around in that way.” She said with disgust, before drinking in the outfits Wendy and Jamie were dressed in. Giving them a left-handed compliment, “Well yours of course, are the exception. I mean it’s obvious, you both went to some lengths to match. What are you supposed to be, Raggedy Ann and Andy?”

“Mom, they are obviously Misty, from Pokemon!” Gerald explained their outfit as if it was plainly obvious. The denim skirts, the yellow half shirts and red suspenders with pig tails being only at best, homage to the cartoon character. Their belled cat collars and high heels being the only other part of their ensemble having nothing to do with the Misty character.

“Fair is kind of hot and muggy, I don’t see the problem with girls dressing like that.” Bill expressed his opinion with a matter of fact manner that he had until recently only displayed in his internet-debates online in chat forums.

“Anyone find a Camel’s foot around here?” Gerald interrupted the adults, “because I just found the camel toe!” pointing on stage to the girl in the white leggings, apparently oblivious that while friends snapped pictures of her standing with the Squirrel from SpongeBob, the outline of her pussy was visible to everyone else in the line.

Bill noted that a few dad’s seemed to snap pictures with their cell phone on the sly. He smirked wondering what his women would do to top that.

“Gerald, that is inappropriate talk. I don’t know where you learned that term from.” She looked at Chris accusingly. Turning to the Taylor family, she observed “I think it is shameful, for such young eyes to see that sort of thing.”

“But the girls themselves are young, so what is wrong with a young boy, seeing a young girl?” Bill asked.

“It isn’t natural.” she harrumphed.

“I think it is very natural. If it wasn’t, God wouldn’t have made young boys interested in chasing young girls. I was chasing them and tugging their pig tails as soon as I could run.” He tugged his wife’s braid playfully adding “I caught myself one, didn’t I?”

“Yes Sir, you sure did.” Wendy stifled the urge to wince.

“Wendy doesn’t mind dressing sexy when we go out, do you honeybunch?” Bill asked playfully.

When they had been teasing Mrs. Waxerman a few days ago it had been fun to say outrageous and shocking things. Waxerman had beliefs in “old fashioned male dominated households” and thought the worst of Wendy anyway. It had been fun to wind up the batty old gossip, just to see her reaction. The woman had been a neighbor for years and they had many mutual friends, Wendy had every reason to be humiliated and she had been to a great extent, but there had been a joy to playing the part of the wanton and wayward wife in need of discipline to her.

Why then did it seem so difficult to tell this woman she had just met “If it amuses the men, and they get a smile, then why not?” Was it perhaps because she saw herself in Janet? Her old self. The empowered, modern woman obsessed with appearances and status? The conservatively dressed, yet attractive professional, who valued career as much as family.

Gerald was engaged in a silly slap fight with Chris, the two were making “Zzssshhhhh” noises with imaginary light sabers. Their antics brought the focus back on them and away from Wendy before she had to say more.

“I think it’s great my Son has found someone to play with.” The Husband intoned. “He is such a smart kid, it’s hard for him to find playmates his age, who really understand him.” His comment seemed more like an apology for his son’s behavior than a compliment.

“Yes, but he said he was dating your daughter?” Janet’s probing question, carried in its tone the follow up, “Why on earth, would she do that?”

Jamie stood at attention, as if by habit and answered, “Gerald, is a perfect gentleman, and a delightful conversationalist. It was a pleasure to go on a date with him. I look forward to accompanying him again, where ever he may choose for our next date, Ma‘am”. Her answer was not robotic or mechanical, but stilted as if perhaps she were reciting something from one of the many affirmations Chris had her do before and after the dates he had sent her on the past week.

Chris and Gerald stopped their mock battle of ‘douche powers’, to listen to this.

Janet cocked her head, trying to wrap her head around the polite response. She hadn’t expected that.

“You seem like a very lovely, Girl. I am looking forward to getting to know you.” Janet felt odd saying words that weren’t cynical and disapproving. It was something of a refreshing new experience for her.

Janet’s approval felt good to Jamie. That was refreshing too. It hadn’t hurt her to be complimentary to Gerald. She predicted his parents would reassess him a little based on what she said. His dad was already silently giving his son a “Way to go, Son!” look.

Chris pinched her bottom quickly, reminding Jamie of her manners. She offered her customary “curtsy” she had been doing with all her dates as she‘d been taught by her father. First she lowered her head, making herself appear slightly more vulnerable than she did already. Then she placed both hands on the sides of her mini-skirt, holding it out sideways. From this angle up close, Gerald’s parent’s failing to notice just a wisp of her pussy, visible only for a split second under the short skirt. Bending her knees outward, rather than forward with just enough of a dip, to make her titties jiggle on the way up.

“A perfect curtsy, honey.” Bill praised Jamie as she completed it, and gave a glance to Wendy who followed suit.

Janet cocked her head again, trying to make sense of what she had just seen.

It was Gerald’s turn to take pictures with SpongeBob, saying goodbye to Chris with a wave he ran up to the stage.

“MAY THE DOUCHE BE WITH YOU!!” Chris cupped his hands around his mouth to yell as his friend ran.

Brad kneeled to take pictures of his son, leaving Janet awkwardly with no one to talk to except the Taylors.

Bill took this as an opportunity to huddle up the family instead.

He enjoyed humiliating the girls publicly, but he hadn’t picked up on any of the hidden power-exchange between the three women in the group. Wendy was used to being an outgoing alpha female, and she would have naturally returned Janet’s subtle barbs, with some of her own.

That wasn’t happening of course, because Wendy was trying to remain quiet. If Bill had been inside Wendy’s head, he probably would have discovered that it was eating Wendy up inside simply not to return Janet’s scorn. Janet had this look of, “Yes, my son is a geek, but your two are worse, and they are older, so that makes you a bad mom.”

At least that is what Wendy was telling herself, and it instantly made her despise this woman she had never met until only moments ago.

Chris was the first to suggest “Let’s stay and get our pictures taken, we‘ve basically cut in line anyway”

Jamie rolled her eyes, instinctively. Cutting in line was one of her pet peeves. She was glad only her Mom saw her faux pas realizing that may have been an immediate punishment, possibly a “correction” instead of just an “infraction“ the lightest punishment she could receive. She’d been so good all week, that corrections had been quite rare and there had been no judgments (the highest level punishment) at all.

Wendy did not feel relieved. She was ready to get away from this woman, before she fell back into her old habits, passive aggressively commenting on her “lovely choice of blouse, it must be nice to be able to wear white after labor day.” perhaps. Wendy pursed her lips in a smile, at the silent insult that had only been heard inside her mind.

Bill was about to tell his son, he wanted to get back to the fair. The line was too long, and he hadn’t seen how this held any opportunities for him. SpongeBob and Sandy Cheeks? Who cared about a couple of sweaty college kids dressed in costumes of cartoon characters getting their pictures taken with them.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, “When it’s your turn, you two bimbos are going to hustle your ass up there with a quickness, and get very friendly with these SpongeBob and his girlfriend. We’ll take pictures. This is your chance to surprise and impress us. Whoever takes the best picture, wins!!”

“What do we win?” Wendy whispered back.

“The contest” Bill answered, not understanding the question.

“Oh, like Rice-A-Roni?” Chris paraphrased his mother. “A little prize, they give out on game shows. Turtle wax, a little door prize. I can handle that. Thanks to Gerald’s rich-ass parents, and all the other dorks I’ve set Jamie up with this week, I happen to be flush-with-cash.” He paused and separated the last few words, to punctuate his happiness to have money.

“You are welcome, Sir” Jamie whispered during the family’s huddled conversation, directed towards her Brother.

Gerald’s parents had finished their son‘s photo, and left without saying goodbye, no doubt happy to be away from such a pedestrian and immature activity as waiting with their son so he could get his picture taken with cartoon characters. Someone tapped them on the shoulder to let them know they should go, they were holding up the line.

Chris assured the Taylor women he would think of some token for the winner of the dare as the girls dashed the ten to twenty feet between their place in line and the raised stage where people got their pictures with whatever adorable cartoon character, was currently on duty.

Bill had Wendy’s more modern phone, asking his son to take stills while he captured video.

“Awww, Can’t I be in some?” Chris asked enthusiastically.

“Sure, whatever you want, Son.” Bill was way past shaming his son about his nerdy interests. He knew what Pokemon was, and he’d laughed at an episode of Sponge Bob on Nickelodeon., His generation had been raised to think that when you became an adult you had to give up that stuff. He envied his son, he seemed to question those instructions and not be as hung up on trying to be ‘cool’.

As Chris snapped the first picture, Wendy and Jamie started out simple, being hugged by the two characters. Bill put his away, his thoughts pitying Gerald, for a father who wasn’t as accepting of him as he was of Chris. He wanted some action!

The college kid playing SpongeBob’s head was completely visible but painted yellow, to match the foamy square costume he had around him. His forearms sticking out of the side of the costume representing sponge bob’s actual arms. He had been trained not to ‘grope’, so despite the sexiness of the two ladies he had actively avoided anything but the most innocent pose.

The same was true of the girl around the same age. Her face was painted like a squirrel, complete with fake buck teeth. She had on what looked like an inverted fishbowl for a helmet. Her costume consisted of brown glossy body paint and a brown bikini, with a bushy tail attached to the back.

There was probably a good reason for the glossy body paint. Just as Renne Faires have fun for the entire family, some of the fun for the dad’s is to see the Elizabethan milk maids with the low cut bodices displaying ample cleavage. The fair wasn’t above painting sexy women on the side of fun houses, or having cute girls in bathing suits to sell a few beers to dear old dad.

The glossy body paint, made it less likely that if Dad accompanies his son up to get a hug, he’d want too much of one, or else he’d be wearing that silvered paint himself.

The second shot was a little more risqué’. The two girls faced each other, covered their mouths seductively with a finger, arched their back, raised one leg each, and pushed out their butts. There was a “Betty Boop” quality to the two of them between the cartoon characters.

It should be said that even though mostly kids stood in line, some parents, and some grownups would go up alone for a photo opportunity. So there was nothing out of the ordinary about the two taking their turn.

Bill noted a few guys in line holding their cell phones as if checking for a text message, eyebrow raised at an angle that could also be quietly taking a picture of the two sexy women up on stage.

Bill’s sense of pride that other men thought his wife was good looking enough to risk a stray camera shot, was diminished only by the fact the two hadn’t really done anything worthy of either of them winning.

Wendy faced her daughter, and her side to sponge bob, using his right forearm arm to catch her as she slid back, draped her left arm over her boob to make it seem like very accidental coverage.

Jamie did exactly the same pose, so far the best one yet. A few more cameras came out slyly, as other men begin to notice that something interesting might be happening on stage.

Jamie and Wendy hadn’t planned to copy each other’s moves, but it just seemed natural to play off what the other girl was doing. Wendy whispered to the guy playing Sponge bob, “My Nephews just love your show, they’ll love these photos” trying to pretend to be a big fan who just wanted very affectionate pictures with him.

“Lady, I am not REALLY sponge bob, and some of your last poses, it felt like I was accidentally touching you somewhere I shouldn’t” he told her, his voice underlying his concern he’d be fired, more than he actually cared about touching her.

“Oh pish-tosh” She put her finger on his mouth and gave him a playful kiss on the cheek bending over at the knees, to face her back to the audience. “The costume is made of foam, if your foam touched my boob, it is all in fun right?” Wendy didn’t like that she sounded like the over-sexed cougar seducing the college boy, but it was all in fun and would be over with shortly. She chalked it up to part of her agreement with Bill and Chris.

Cameras were coming out now making no secret they were taking shots on the sly. When Jamie and Wendy both bent at the knee, they showed less than a half inch of ass crack. This was far less than anyone might see at a swimming pool or a beach, but because of where they were, it seemed like an open initiation to take pictures of them being sexy.

Wendy could see him looking over at the other performer on stage, and at her daughter.

“Switch, Dixie?” Her mom used the fictitious name Jamie had given herself, when they were first getting past security in the fair.

“Why, I do declare, Sponge Bob surely is a hunk” Jamie answered, letting go of Sandy, and embracing the awkward college boy playing Sponge bob with a sultry sashay to her walk.

Wendy knew she was more his speed, and didn’t feel the least bit intimidated by him, so she had no concerns about her daughter hamming it up with him. It was about as harmless as a school dance.

That inspired her to dance with the girl playing SpongeBob’s Girlfriend Sandy Cheeks. With absolutely no concern for the body paint, Wendy pressed her body close to Sandy’s, dancing to a music only she could hear. Bopping her ass back and forth in a meringue style.

The loop that played the SpongeBob theme song kicked in, as the speakers crackled to life. “ARE YA READY KIDS!!?”

The line of about 30 kids, with their parents responded explosively, “AYE, AYE CAPTAIN!!”

‘I can't heeeaaar yooouuu!” The expected response answered the crowd from a tape playing somewhere else.

“AYE, AYE CAPTAIN! “ Louder than the first time, the crowd was energized by the show’s theme song

Being on stage for Jamie, was like second nature. A childhood of dance recitals and cheerleading made being in front of an audience, feel like a second home. The music only made it easier to be more limber. She was starting to wonder if many of her dance routines hadn’t been designed by dirty old men, and she just hadn’t realized it.

She hadn’t until now that is. She scanned the crowd and saw the lusty faces of the fathers and realized just how much her little jumps and shimmies seemed provocative. Of course, at the time she was doing them, she wasn’t quite as developed, nor was she wearing pig tails, in a skirt that flipped up just a bit, hinting that she had nothing on underneath.

While most performers usually just saw a blur out in the audience, she was able to scan their faces and get a good idea how her routine was going. Most everyone seemed pleased with her and her mom’s sexy poses. She had been up there for more than 10 pictures, realizing that now, most of the crowd seemed to be taking pictures of the spectacle.

Then her eyes fell on Bill and Chris. They were both bored.

Jamie felt she needed to improvise so as not to disappoint her dad and brother. They hadn’t been satisfied in the electric chair dare, even though they had done everything expected of them. She was trying to be creative the best way she knew how. Jamie knew the song would end in a few seconds, and then the audience’s energy would die down and expect them to get off the stage.

Taking the start of the song as her cue, Jamie spun on her high heels (a little awkwardly at first) which only served to capture the audience’s attention, her recovery made to seem like her fumble was intentional and exaggerated.

“Oooooooooooo.........

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? “

In time with the music, Jamie gave two high kicks, and reached for her mother’s hand.

“Sponge Bob Square Pants!”

Audience members shouted along with the chorus of the song. Wendy let go of the brown squirrel she was dancing awkwardly with and took her daughter’s hand, spinning up close to her as if she were Travolta’s dance partner in Saturday Night Fever.

“Absorbent and yellow and porous is he.”
“Sponge Bob Square Pants!”

Cameras were popping out, some not making any effort to hide it. This seemed planned, or at the very least spontaneous and funny. The girls were smiling as they danced, their mother/daughter routine becoming more of a cheer.

Wendy hadn’t been a popular girl in high school, just a quiet wallflower. She didn’t have Jamie’s background in cheer, but she did have years and years of all the latest fads in step aerobics and exercise to music following some plastic Barbie doll instructor at the gym. Following Jamie’s moves were easy.

The crowd was smiling, no one complained, even though a couple of their kicks caused their skirts to fly up. The short little skirts bounced back down just as quickly.

If nautical nonsense be somethin' ya wish.

Sponge Bob Square Pants!

Titties bouncing as they hopped on their toes, Jamie even heard a boy cry out, “MISTY, I LOVE YOU!!” in recognition of her resemblance to his Anime crush. She blew him a kiss, and he fell backwards in his father’s arms, causing his parents to laugh at the highly innocent little exchange.

Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish.

Sponge Bob Square Pants!

In synch with each other at this point, they fell on their backs and began shaking their legs. If anyone saw up their skirts, they kept it to themselves. Each person feeling perhaps they got a peak at something they shouldn’t see, a split second up skirt, just assuming they probably had on panties. Who wouldn’t wear them with such short skirts, if they were going to dance around, right?

The girls flopping around and kicking got them some good laughs.

Ready?”

Jamie’s, only thought was suddenly it was important to entertain Chris and her Dad. She didn’t have time to ask herself why. This was the big finish of the song. Jamie got up without using her hands to help her, demonstrating amazing flexibility, by first popping down low into a full split. She didn’t have time to register that without panties her bare pussy crack touched the floorboards of the stage. Neither did anyone else, because her skirt hadn’t rode up, being just perfect to cover her naughty bits.

As the final “SpongeBob Squarepants” Chorus kicked in wrapping up the song, Jamie clasped her hands together, raised them over her head in a V, and then raising herself up with just her legs, without bending her knees in the slightest. Her daily practices at cheer finally serving her some practical purpose to win her the admiration of the crowd as she boosted herself into the air, for a mid-air split.

As she launched herself up for her final jump, an all or nothing kick, both legs kicking out in opposite directions, so that her left was fully behind her and her right leg fully extended the direction she was now facing, her skirt flapped open revealing her strawberry pink shaved pussy for all of a second.

If a Camera or video was taking a shot at that split second, this would be the classic kind of airborne up skirt .jpg or .mpg that people trade of tennis stars and cheerleaders in the midst of an athletic routine, to catch them at their most humbling moment.

To the naked eye, all that was visible was a blur of teenage girl, legs spread behind her in front, doing a flying split before landing with perfect poise, dropping into her Mom’s waiting arms as if they had practiced.

The song ended as abruptly as it had begun, sapping all the energy from the crowd. All eyes from the audience were on them now.

Wendy and Jamie did the only thing they could do.

They both gave the formal curtsy they had given earlier, to the stunned audience.

They lowered their heads in unison, placing both hands on the sides of their skirt, and holding it out sideways. Bending at the knees outward, and doing a low dip, before popping up for one final bouncing gesture. Wendy’s jugs having slightly more bounce than her daughters.

CLAP…CLAP….CLAP….A single set of hands ominously clapping slowly, while the two held their curtsy with frozen smiles. “What? No slow golf clap?” Chris joked, when the others in line didn’t give a standing ovation.

The girls hopped down, their turn more than over.

Wendy noted they had done something embarrassing, and humiliating. A mother/daughter cheer routine of sorts and the world hadn’t ended. No one seemed to mind at all. At the County Fair, girls in tight shorts and miniskirts with boots were a common sight, it had a white-trash kind of feel to it. It seemed no one was in her face telling her she was a horrible parent, or calling the cops.

She was actually surprised. She wondered how she would have reacted to seeing two other women doing a similar presentation before she had accepted her humbling. She assumed, probably like Gerald’s Mom with disdain and disgust.

As they walked around away from the line, Jamie noted two other girls about her age striding up to the stage, high fiving each other like they had some goofy plan, they were both smiling. She wondered if the two were going to try a dance routine of their own now that they had seen her and her Mom do one..

She’d have to wonder about that, because her Dad was ready to move on to bigger and better things.

“Okay, you two…You did good, not good enough to earn something to eat, or a bathroom break, but you did good”

Jamie and Wendy didn’t hide their disappointment. They were both thirsty and had even built up a slight sheen of sweat from all the jumping they had done. Their soft skin, looking like it was coated in a high gloss baby oil.

“Oh fine, you did GREAT!” Bill couldn’t hide it anymore, and their smiles grew, as his did.

“You can both have a sip of my drink, when I am done with it.” Bill’s expression changing back to stern, just to fuck with them.

The girls accepted Bill’s decision with a “Thank you Sir!!” knowing they had to appear grateful for any kindness offered them or be corrected. Their faces and tone sounding pleased as was expected of them, but clearly hoping for more of a reward

It was exactly what Bill had wanted them to feel. Raise their hopes, “Good Job!!!” with a happy face, and then with a cruel one “You win a…kick to the ass” was just the impression he wanted to leave with them. It would be a long night of fun and games for Bill, and even though he had been thoroughly impressed, he didn’t want the girls thinking they had this in the bag. Fawning over every little thing they did right, had only served to make their egos intolerable. He’d ration his praise, after he had them run his mazes and play his games.

Chris summed up Jamie and Wendy’s feelings by imitating the sound from one of those old video games right when you lose and have nothing left, the Space Invaders ate all your shields and landed on your base.

“Womp-Womp-Waaaaa….Womp Womp”