The Family Feud III

Chapter Four
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STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 26
JAMIE: 29

Jamie was now tits first, pressed into the backboard of the same sweaty foam tattoo chair her mom had been in only a few minutes earlier. Her back arched, so that her naked ass was facing her father and brother, and of course Mikey. He was working with as much reduced light as he could, and was rummaging around his inks and supplies so that all Jamie could hear as she faced away from them was the sound of crickets chirping in the background and paints being moved around.

She was biting her lip, as she waited for him to prepare. The silence was deafening to her, because now she was alone with her thoughts and that is all she could hear. She had been so sure; she wanted the tattoo, talked herself into it, through the affirmations. Now that confidence was fading a little as she second-guessed herself.

She knew she wanted the tattoo, in large part because her Mom had it. Earlier in the evening, her mom had shared with her that she was fucking a guy from work named Steve, because Bill had instructed her to. She had all this piss and vinegar about it at first. Petty now that she thought about it.

She sensed some sort of betrayal afoot, that her Mom was fucking a strange guy and she had no idea. They had been telling each other everything. Sometimes at night if the guys tied them up together, they would spend hours commiserating each other about what happened at work, school or around the house earlier that day. They would go over some embarrassing situation, and because they both were sharing the same experiences, it seemed to, in a twisted way, bring them closer together.

Now, she wondered had she acted hastily. Had her petty anger about being left out of this one secret prompted her to bite off more than she could chew tonight? What WOULD she do when people ask her about the tattoo if they see it?

“UHH!!” she moaned, the pain from the tattoo needles suddenly touching her ass, coursed through her body. It went straight to her engorged nipples and clit, where it seemed to have slight aftershocks on her body.

“I told you, you weren’t ready for this. You are hypersensitive from the piercing. You’ve got to stop wriggling!” Mikey said, holding the girl’s ass in place.

“I am sorry Sir, I wasn’t ready. I’ll try harder.” Jamie fought to get the words out; she felt her pussy getting wetter. She had masturbated plenty of times this past week, but she had not had an orgasm. She thought that maybe she had. What she had considered cumming to orgasm, was simply a mild pleasurable feeling. A sort of mildly euphoric gentle rain, it was relaxing and it felt good, but not explosive. That was the deepest sensual pleasure she had ever permitted herself to feel in part, because this is what she assumed sensual pleasure felt like.

She could feel this slippery thread, sticking from her clit hood to the red vinyl that covered the foam on the chair.

“Jamie’s pussy is all wet, is the problem, and she is scooting her butt all over the chair! If you want this thing, sit still!”

“Yes Sir” she agreed, trying to concentrate.

As Mikey became hyper focused on his work outlining the letters, the 99.99% of his brain reserved for his art was straining. He was not used to working in this low of a light, on this pretty of a young girl. He knew she probably was not 18, and he felt like the guy who must have first saw the pristine mountains and woodlands where Mount Rushmore is now. To make his art, he would have to carve and flatten nature’s perfection.

It seemed like a shame to him, to put such a nasty tattoo on such a beautifully symmetrical ass as this one. The cheeks were like two halves of a peach, with little dimples at the top of her back. The pink, perfect asshole on this girl was the kind of thing porn stars would pay thousands of dollars to get a plastic surgeon for.

He could also smell the strong smell of sex on the girl. It was not raunchy, it was sweet. He could see the tiny tendrils of her wet pussy, leaving snail trails on his seat. He wasn’t going to complain, this whole night was just too surreal.

Mikey realized he was going to have to engage that .01% of his brain he used to make small talk with his client, or else he would get distracted. This girl was turning him on too much and dwelling on the naked body before him could make him make mistakes.

This left the Gazebo quiet except for the constant hum of the needles making the outline, and the sounds of the fair, which now seemed distant and surreal to everyone. To people walking by, the Gazebo must have seemed closed.

There were plenty of distractions around that no one seemed very interested in walking up to find out what a few people standing at a darkened gazebo might be doing.

“Sis, what DID it feel like earlier?” Chris finally broke the silence, searching for the right word to describe her explosive reaction to being pierced only a few minutes ago. It had left her sweaty, panting, and in a primal state of full orgasm.

“Hey, before you guys get into another one of your fucking talks.” Mikey interrupted. “I hate to sound like a pervert, even though I AM a pervert. It sounds weird to even ask this, but can you tell your Mom to bring her ass right here in front of me, so I can copy the design exactly.”

Wendy did as she was told, without needing to hear it from Chris or Bill. She got right under Mikey’s feet, pulled her ass apart, and angled her legs upwards around his lap, so that he could get a good look. This put her right under her daughter’s chair, face down towards the floor.

“Thank you, I put a lot of flourishes, and designs and if I want to make it exact. I need to see. I thought you wouldn’t mind.” He seemed nervous as he dabbed sweat from his brow, distracted, although the last few words in his sentence were more like his normal easy going demeanor.

“No sir, I don’t mind if you want to see the tattoo.” I am curious what it looks like too.” She had not been able to give it a look.

“You’ll have plenty of time to look at your own ass at home, let Jamie answer Chris’s question, Cunt!” Bill barked, and his wife went quiet.

She had jerked off guys this week, and she knew they curled their toes. How all the muscles in their body got tight, then they pumped out their load, and they were exhausted as the blood flowed back from their cock, back to their heart where it could distribute that back to the parts that needed it more.

She had had an experience more like that, but it was hard to describe, to put into words. She was licking her lips as she thought about how to explain it. Her throat was dry, but she had spit in her mouth. It felt something like that.

Searching for the right words to explain what she felt earlier, helped keep her mind off the fact that now that the tattoo was in motion, this was it, no going back. She knew they were waiting for an answer, so she had better speak.

“I feel like the person who has to explain an elephant to the blind man who has never seen anything. There are no words to describe gray, unless you have seen gray, Sir. I don’t know that you’ll understand.”

Wendy was not even sure she understood or had the same frame of reference. Her hoops had not done that to her. She had even begun to forget they were there at times. She would be reminded of them if they snagged on some cloth she was wearing, or someone yanked her by them. It had not extended her orgasms; much less given her some sort of out of body spiritual experience, whatever Jamie did on the floor earlier.

“It feels like my nipples, not my tits, just the nipples are being stretched about two inches out from my body.” She started to explain.

Mikey wanted to correct her. He did not think he had pulled the nipple out that far, but he was too far gone on his work to bother with details.

“It feels like the hood of my pussy, is too.” It was so embarrassing to answer this question. Talking about the details of her internal anatomy had always made her uncomfortable. She did not know all the technical Latin words for everything, because the whole topic had made her nervous. The gynecologist who her mom had taken her to for birth controls had not even done a pelvic exam. It was just a few simple questions, without removing her clothes and she was given a prescription. She got quiet and needed prodding to continue.

“Can you picture your dick always erect, sticking through your zipper? It’s caught in there, so you can’t put it in your pants.”

The men all winced.

“It isn’t as horrible as it sounds; it is like I am in constant suspense, waiting, anticipating something. This is going to sound gross, but I feel my stomach wall pushing down, constricting.”

Bill could not understand what her stomach had to do with it; maybe it was the belly ring he thought to himself.

“That doesn’t sound gross.” Chris told his sister.

“No, it doesn’t. I was thinking of another way to say, that it feels like, if you’ve ever been right in the middle of taking a very satisfying shit. You’ve got one long log about half way out of your ass?”

Chris giggled for her to continue. The example his sister chose amused him thoroughly. Until a week ago, she would not even say the word “Shit,” now she was using it for comparison purposes. He was delighted!

“Imagine while you are in the middle of your cock being teased like you are just on the edge of ejaculating but cannot, that you also are right in the middle of taking a giant shit, but you also cannot shit at the same time. Now imagine you have that feeling ALL of the time.”

There was a quiet, except for the buzzing, so Jamie continued to talk. “When I moisten my lips, when I feel my nipples against this chair, my pussy, I am more aware of it, than I ever was before. I feel on edge. I have this ‘full’ feeling, like my skin is tighter all over my body.” She wrestled with the words to describe an experience that even other women may have a hard time relating too. This was all too new to her; she would have time, she realized, to get a better explanation.

“That really doesn’t explain about your pulling a Jamie, down there on the floor?”

“Pulling a Jamie, Sir?” she asked her brother.

“Yah, that is what I am going to say the next time someone freaks out over how good something is. Pulling a Jamie. You were like a baby down there, it seemed like you saw God or something, Sis!”

Chris’s questions were keeping his sister’s mind occupied, permitting Mikey to get his job done. Keeping the customer calm was all part of the tattooist trade, a necessary skill. Mikey thought to himself, he wouldn’t mind apprenticing that boy. That is of course, if he didn’t get evicted from this fair for tattooing naked women out in what was technically plain sight. He grinned; his rebellious, non-conformist spirit welcomed being kicked out.

“I’m not sure about that. I never in my life experienced anything like it. When I masturbate to put on a show for you or your friends, I have to go somewhere deep in my mind. It’s a safe, tranquil place, where all touches are good touches.” She said softly as if summoning up that place in her imagination right now. “I’ve got to spend time, blocking out any bad thoughts, or disgusting people, sweaty body odor.”

“So basically, Romantic. Candles, and rose petals and all of that bullshit?” Bill paraphrased for his daughter.

“I suppose so. The mood has to feel right, the setting, the imagery, the voices, everything. If I don’t have that, I try my best, Sir.”

“Does trying your best involve faking an orgasm?” Bill’s face a lemony expression in anticipation of her response.

“Yes Sir, I am sorry about that. I didn’t have anything to compare it too. I just made the faces and sounds that mom made.”

“What about when you are having sex with guys?” Mikey’s .01% just went back on duty again with that last comment.

“I haven’t had sex with guys, Sir.” She answered him.

“Oh I see, you like the ladies.” Mikey surmised.

Here was a naked girl on his chair, getting a tattoo of a whore on her entire ass. When she unexpectedly said she was a virgin, he almost made a mistake in his artwork.

“YOU are a virgin?” he choked back his response, as he regained his composure.

“Yes Sir”

“Ah-Hah!!” Chris laughed.

“You are a virgin too, Sir.” Jamie knew her brother wouldn’t mind if she stuck her tongue out at him. This was a very casual and open conversation.

“By choice though.”

“Yeah, the women’s choice though.” Bill offered a fist bump, “Bro’s before Ho’s” they both said in unison, acknowledging no hard feelings over his Dad’s zinger.

“Then how are you a whore?” Mikey was curious.

“I am a whore, because my brother rents me out almost every night to date his friends. I am a whore, because my mother and I both are. We use our bodies to get what we want, our good looks.”

Mikey wasn‘t going to dive down that rabbit hole, he let her answer go. He was curious what she did on these dates, but if it was not fucking, he was not sure if he really wanted the answer.

Quiet rolled in over the people at the gazebo. Each one reflecting on what was happening right then, to them, to Jamie most of all. In the background, people were laughing and having fun at the fair. Win or lose at the games, people were smiling, laughing.

Chris had gone back to the closest snack van to get himself a deep-fried funnel cake, which he was tearing apart and eating while he watched his sister get all her letters filled in. Mikey was going to do the O last. As perverted as he was, as twisted as he was, as open minded as he was, he felt a little bad about shading in that perfect asshole the way he had her mother.

“I suppose,” Jamie broke the chain of silence. “that I won’t be lying to Mrs. Waxerman anymore when she comes over.”

“Who the fuck is Mrs. Waxerman?” Mikey asked playfully, this family had such a wild lifestyle, could there be anything more to know about them? He wondered to himself.

“She is a gossipy neighbor who comes over to our house every now and then. Usually My Dad and Brother tie me and my mom up. We pretend to have an uncontrollable masturbation problem, and if we are not tied up and punished for it, we will be these out of control nymphomaniacs. It’s kind of funny, because the more we tell her, the more she acts like she can’t stand it and wants to leave.” Jamie explained smiling, picturing her last visit.

“Yeah, but the old witch stays and stays, the more we do that.” Bill laughed too.

“So what is it you won’t have to pretend?” Mikey asked.

“That I have an uncontrollable masturbating problem. I am doing it right now.” Jamie said the last part as if he knew that.

“No, you aren’t, your hands are grabbing the sides of the chair.” Mikey corrected her.

“THEY ARE?” she sounded panicked as she realized that her hands were both to her sides holding the chair.

“I promise, I am not masturbating her, Dad.” Mikey stopped his concentration, to lean over his shoulder to make her dad very well aware. As free and open as this family seemed to be, there were still some lines you do not cross. Dads have been known to get their shotguns for much less.

“I know that, actually. I been watching.” Bill smiled trying to sound tough and succeeding by saying his words slowly and with conviction.

Jamie said dryly, “Then I need more time before I can tell you what the piercing feels like. Ghost fingers massaging the inside of my pussy, and tugging me forward?” she seemed to be asking more than telling.

“It’s possible that there is a combination of things at work. The intense pain and the prolonged swelling may go away in time.” Mikey didn’t like to advise his customers on things like this, he felt they should do their own research, listen to several different opinions. This girl was different so he advised her, “Your brain is trying to release the same stuff that is in opium. Your body parts are sending back all these signals to the brain, which it has never heard of before. It is trying to make sense of them, because a lot of what it does is automatic. It blinks when it thinks you need to breathe, the brain sends instructions to your lung to take a big breath when you have been under water and need more air. When it thinks you may be about to have sex, it signals your pussy to release all that honey you produce downstairs.” Mikey realized these folks talked pretty vulgar, but his euphemisms felt better to him in this explanation.

“The brain is going, ‘Oh My Gawd, are we still having sex, awesome’!” Mikey imitated a valley girl voice that approximated what Jamie’s brain must be saying. ”Let me send… get that pussy ready for a big dick. Oh wow, I must be getting all this foreplay!” sounding silly like a girl he continued, ”Where is my happy place of rose petals? Okay fuck it, no time for that. I must be having a lot of sex, here let me turn on the tap.” Mikey’s allusion was that the brain had just enlightened the faucet that is her pussy juice.

Jamie’s eyes got wider, and wider as she started imagining what it may be like if these feelings never stop. Always being at the edge of some kind of ecstasy.

“So if I say make me a bologna sandwich, she is going to get off on it?” Chris asked Mikey.

“Depends on what you do with it after, I suppose,” Mikey answered off the cuff. “It’s hard to say what is going to trigger her signals. Some women say corduroy shorts could do it, the way they chafe. What I can say, is that the part of her brain that connected her mental images of what was seductive to the physical is confused. Could be kind of a mind fuck.” He said with a smirk. He was unaware he had just released even more butterflies into Jamie’s stomach than had been there before.

“I can see you winking at me. I need you to stop that, I am about to work around your asshole bud.” Mikey's tone was like that of telling a child you can see him sneaking for the cookie jar.

“Winking, Sir?” Jamie gasped.

“Yeah, how you are opening and closing your pussy, and making your asshole wink. I know you are stressed out, and worried. I need you to relax, so I can finish this. You guys got here early enough I could do this work. It is probably about 9pm now.” Mikey was taking a break to let her calm down, dabbing the sweat and droplets of blood.

“The early-birds have all gone home after the half price rides. Around 10pm, it should start to fill up, and then it will not end until at least 3pm. If you had gotten here any other time, I couldn’t have done this.”

Bill looked around, there was a lull of activity, no foot traffic anywhere close by. It didn’t hurt that his stand had been set up off one of the main trails, and slightly out of the way.

“You do what you need to do to calm down, I am going to hit the head and take care of something, then get right back here.” Mikey realized he couldn’t finish her tattoo this way and he wanted to cum.

“Would you like my wife to accompany you?” Bill answered.

“No, I can find my way to the bathroom, just fine.” Mikey’s answer was flippant but jovial.

“Yah, after looking at everything you have tonight, I am feeling it too. I know what you want to go take care of. I don’t blame you. Wendy can help you, it’ll be my tip.”

“I know what you guys are talking about.” Jamie’s voice frustrated. “You can say masturbate around me, I’ve jerked both of you off. I should be the one to jerk him off.”

“That’s true, but I was going to send Wendy to suck his dick, are you game for that?”

Before Jamie could give her answer, Mikey said “Actually guys, it’s totally cool. Let me get a rain check on who sucks my dick. I like to have a little say in that. I’ll take care of myself after I finish with you.” feeling embarrassed he was even involved with that conversation.

“Little girl, I hate to send you home with 90% of a tattoo, but unless you settle that sphincter of yours down, you are going to open up and shit all over me, sitting back here. Unless you can calm yourself, I can’t finish.”

“Sir, may I be permitted to try something?” Wendy, breaking her long period of silence asked.

Bill, Mikey and Chris all said, “You may” at about the same time, causing the men to smile and look at each other like “Who was she asking?”

Wendy’s nude form draped herself over Mikey’s forearm, her own nipple ring touching his arm as she watched her daughter’s once very slender line, pump and spasm involuntary kegel exercises, contract and relaxing. Her daughter’s asshole also winked at them, as if it were aware they were staring back at it.

She got a chance to see the enormity of the tattoo; it covered most of the ass, so there could be no mistaking what it said. She wanted to cry. There was no time for that now. Instead, she blew softly on it from about 2 inches away.

“Jamie, I want you to picture, that seductive place. Tell me about it.” Her mom’s voice was soothing and relaxing.

“There is a white horse there.” Jamie started, eyes shut, trying to visualize.

“Oooh, Kinky!” Chris’s outburst earned him a solid elbow from his dad, to shut him up. His dad’s glance had silenced Chris, nothing more needed to be said. Jamie needed to concentrate to get through this.

“The guy from the Old Spice commercials is there, the one with the abs”

“Yes, I know the guy.” Wendy thought it odd she was picturing a black guy, but she had to admit. He did have nice abs.

“There are fields of heather, and clover, all different colors of green, and purple, there is a stream.”

“How fast is the stream moving, Jamie?”

Jamie had her eyes shut, she was trying to picture, “I...I don’t know.”

“Try to focus on the stream, see if you can let your mind slow it down.” Wendy waited for her daughter to do that and she added, “See if you can gently suggest, the stream, be at one with the rest of your garden. There should be no ripples in the water. No currents, it is perfectly still.”

“I see that, Mom!” Jamie said happily.

“I know you do sweet heart.” Wendy smiled her warm voice reassuring her daughter it would be okay. Mikey had started working on the most delicate part of her daughter’s ass a few seconds earlier when her muscles had stopped their contractions. “This won’t last forever.” She comforted her daughter, reminding her that when there service was over they could take out the hoops.

Jamie remained quiet, wondering if she would want the hoops out. She had a new appreciation for why some women were into body jewelry. It was not just the vanity of decorating the body. It was changing how she perceived the world, and tweaking her senses in tantalizing yet agonizing ways.

“Do you need me to get back where you can see my asshole, Sir?” Wendy asked Mikey if she could return to her little hidey-hole under the chair, feeling over-exposed standing nude in the night air inside the Gazebo.

“Part of me says yes, I do. I would be lying though if I said I need any more of a guide. I’ve got your entire ass committed to memory, now.”

“May I get dressed, Sirs?” Wendy turned to her husband and son, to find out if she could put on her clothes. Jamie would be finished soon.

“You fucking selfish slut. You wait for your daughter to finish, and then you can get your clothes on together!” Bill sounded disappointed with his wife. “Get a good look at her tattoo that is what yours looks like!”

“Don’t remind me.” Her tone exasperated but not entirely serious, but with a hint of disgust in herself. This is one she would be processing for a long time, just like the night at Rahjid’s motel.

“Almost finished!” Mikey finally announced with glee. He raised his open hand, and brought it down hard on Jamie’s ass. “That is to lock in the color.” he said of her finished new tattoo.

Jamie made an “Oof” sound; she had been caught off guard by Mikey’s strength. He hit much harder than her father or Chris.

“I suppose you want me to lock the color in ten times, like I did your mother?” He asked her with mirth dancing in his eyes.

She choked back a tear, and sniffled “It’s not up to me, my brother and father make decisions for my ass.”

Her father told her, “No boo-hooing now that you have the tattoo! You aren’t going to spoil family fun night. You said after the tattoo you would start doing the dares, now don’t start the waterworks because you regret getting the tattoo!”

“It isn’t that Sir.” She turned her head to look at her father, a long trail of snot rolling down her nose, her eyes watery. “It’s just he hits so hard; I felt my sinus passages open up!”

“I barely touched you. It was a love tap!” Mikey added defensively.

Bill watched closely, leaning in to the gazebo so he could see under the dim light. “Do it again, same amount of power as you used on my daughter.” holding out his hand for Mikey to slap him. The slap barely registered on Bill’s threshold.

“Okay, this should be interesting. Would you mind setting the color on my daughter’s other cheek?”

Mikey seemed reluctant at first, but he did like to slap asses. Smiling as if he was biting into a juicy steak, he hit her with the same amount of pressure as last time. This time on the other cheek.

“How was that?”

“Much lighter than last time, Sir.” Jamie sniffled.

“Lie across his lap, and let him do it the other eight properly. Spread your thighs.”

Jamie got up without complaint to lie across Mikey’s lap. He protested some, but Bill assured him his daughter had spent a lot of time in that position, he would not break her.

Every fourth slap or so, caused Jamie to shiver, and jerk. Almost dancing in place, this nervous, awkward dance.

“Well, that will make spankings interesting.” Chris was fascinated.

“I suppose you want me to spread a thick layer of Bacitracin ointment on your daughter’s ass, too?” Mikey joking as if this was a big imposition.

“Unless, you want my wife to do it.” Bill answered.

“I should probably apply it the first time, for Science, and all.” Mikey’s smirk betraying the fact that he seemed to enjoy most of all, slowly spreading in the cream with both hands all over Jamie’s delicate ass. Especially so, when she arched her back and like a spring, bounced up and down, her sexy teenage ass seeming to thrust itself directly towards him. Once her backside was covered, in the sticky ointment, he realized once again how pert and ripe her ass really looked.

“Your daughter has a beautiful ass. I felt bad at first coloring it up, but it still looks great, at least here in the dark. I mean it. That ass is spectacular.” Mikey giving it a long look, and then another for comic effect (and to snap a mental image).

Wendy felt a little excluded, but she didn’t expect a compliment. Jamie on the other hand, did not know whether to be proud or a little terrified a stranger was complimenting the shape of her ass to her father right in front of her. She had not ever understood men's fascination with asses. To her way of thinking, she shit from there. This wasn't an exciting place to look. Obviously, guys seemed to feel differently about it. She was used to compliments from strangers and accepting those compliments wasn't a strong suit. She was her own worst critic, for sure. She opted for a look that was both gracious and positive after Mikey said it.

“I mean your wife, she has the tits, but of the two, best ass definitely goes to Jamie. I bet she shits gold, and her farts smell like strawberries.” He was shaking his head back and forth, like a wolf looking at an innocent doe in the woods blissfully unaware it would be his dinner.
Bill's was stern and unflinching, causing Mikey to think he crossed a line just now. He got quiet, waiting for Bill to scold him for talking that way, and just about any father would. That is understandable.

In this situation, Bill waited a few more seconds to make Mikey sweat, smiled and said, “Well Cunt? We are waiting.”

“Waiting Sir?” Jamie knew he was speaking to her.

“You were given a compliment you ungrateful twat, on, on something you had no control over. God created that turd-cutter, you didn't. You used to be able to wiggle it like a credit card with no limit, to get any guy to bend over backwards to please you. Now, the tables have turned, and it belongs to us. He did not have to keep his neon light off, but he wanted to give you cunts more privacy than you deserve. So now what do you say to the nice man who spent so much of his time tonight to decorate your shitter?” Finishing his sentence as if talking to a small child.

“I ...um” Jamie needed time to process what her father just said.

“Get that painted ass over here!” Jamie didn't hesitate to step to where her father was, turning her backside to him, so he could slap it.

“That is your first infraction. If the next words out of your mouth are, I, me, my, or thoughts about YOU, I'll bump it up to a correction, got it little miss-self-centered?”

“Yes Sir” she gasped. Addressing Mikey, she thanked him while taking a formal affirmation stance, as if she were at attention. “Thank you sir, for your attention tonight. It is pleasing to hear that you enjoyed the way my ass,” she steadied herself to deliver the rest of her gratitude, hoping saying 'my ass' didn't violate her father's instructions. It didn't or else she would have heard about it. Knowing her father liked her to be explicit and graphic she added, “and my asshole, and that you'd say I probably shit gold and my farts smell like strawberries. As my family, can attest, they've all seen me shit and smelled my farts, and as I've come to learn this past week,” she smiled for this last line, “My shit DOES stink, just like everyone else's.” As she delivered a lesson that had been repeated several times as a metaphor about not putting herself on a pedestal.

“And her farts are nasty!” Chris joked, causing some well-needed laughs, even from Jamie.

“Thanks guys for this. I am not sure if anyone will believe the story of you. I am not sure I even want to know why you take orders from your son. You know what, yes it is best I don’t know. The thing is I need my money, and to get the lights back on, so I can try to get a few more customers tonight.”

“We really aren’t that weird.” Wendy smiled, her smiling face seeming as wholesome as apple pie, but below the neck with a cat collar, high heels, pussy and clit ring, naked, and a whore tattoo told another story all together.

“No, you really ARE weird, but I love that about you. Stay weird,” He advised her. “too many people obsessed with being normal”

Chris folded six 10-dollar bills long ways. Calling his mother and Jamie to him, and making them turn away from him. “Spread”

The both put their hands behind their back, and pulled their freshly inked ass cheeks apart, standing straight up.

“Clench” they both almost sighed a little, as they released their cheeks and then tightened the muscles to grab the three tens he had put in the center of their ass.

“Deliver” he pointed to Mikey.

The two women walked two steps, spun around to face away from Mikey and back at Chris. Then bent over to touch their toes, the dollars still gripped.

“Wow, when did you teach them that?” Bill was impressed.

“You nap a lot. We practice it a lot. If they come at me from the front, they are supposed to take it with their tits.” He looked at the ground “So far, nothing really sticks up there on its own. They’ve got to hold them together.” Jamie explained before reminding Mikey he should take a picture for his workbook.

Wendy and Jamie knew better than to complain. They silently waited for him to fidget with his Polaroid and get a few shots of their asses with the money still between the cheeks and then without.

“Hmmm, smells like sixty.” He said holding the money that had only recently been between their ass cheeks to his nose with a smile.

“Yeah, it’s a tip. I mean, you have gone so far out of your way, I thought it was the least we could offer. Besides, it is Jamie’s earnings. Easy cum, easy go.”

“A whole ten bucks, I can finally go back to college!” he kidded Chris.

“Okay, whore’s you’ve wasted enough of our time with getting your asses to match, what everyone can tell just by looking at your face, how you act, and what you wear.” Bill was getting psyched about getting on with his dares. “Chris, will you give them back their clothes, so this nice gentleman can turn his sign on.”

“I don’t have the clothes.” Chris said, holding a box of nachos and a mug of root beer.

“What? They gave you their clothes earlier!!” Bill said alarmed.

“I asked Uncle Creepy to hold them.” Chris started looking around for the ubiquitous security guard from earlier. He had been such a background character no one noticed he had been gone for a long time.

“What was I supposed to do? How could I hold food and a drink and all the clothes!” Chris and Bill started to argue.

The two girls looked at each other in a panic. They were stranded here at the fair without a stitch to wear.

There may not have been a security guard in sight inside the fair, but the only entrance (which was also the exit) was well guarded with actual street cops too. There would be no way they could just sneak past them through the exit.

Mikey tried to calm this weird, frantic family down, but they were all talking at once now, which would only serve to draw attention to the Gazebo.