The Family Feud III

Chapter Eight
“I'll buy THAT for a dollar”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 26
JAMIE: 29

“What did you ask him for? He is excited for once.”

“I told him, we’d do free hugs and pictures for anyone who buys anything at the store!” Wendy smiled. Proud of her entrepreneurial solution. “He said he would go paint us a new sign right away!”

The two continued to try in vain to get a couple of pictures with passersby who seemed to have more on their mind than photos at the fair. With each passerby, they used a little flirty fishing to try to bring the dad back around. The mom usually helped reel him back off the line though.

In less than five minutes, the little man-boy grandson of Mrs. Chang came waddling back out of the trailer holding a sign on a stake and a wooden mallet. “Here, you hold it, you hammer?”

Wendy who was holding the sign wanted to read it first. She did not blame him for using the cheap labor at his disposal (namely them). She bent down on one knee and held the sign as she read.

“Free Hugs, Free Picture with purchase or $1 donation. SpongeBoob or Sandy Buttcheeks”.

The first line of the sign seemed about what she had asked for. The donation was a creative touch on their part. The sign seemed a little slapped together, considering they sold signs.

“$1 kiss SpongeBoob or Sandy Buttcheeks”

The next line startled Wendy. They probably still had about 40 minutes of time left on their service. She looked at Jamie and shrugged. “Okay, it’s like a kissing booth. We can kiss them on the cheek.”

“Unless they are cute!” Jamie smirked at her mom playfully.

“Everything else negotiable, ask Short Round.”

The third and final line read. “Who is Short Round?”

“Me Bitch!” He kicked Wendy in the ass as hard as he could since she was bent down to the ground to hold the sign. All he managed to do was hurt his foot.

“I am so sorry, Short Round Sir, did I hurt you?” Wendy asked him like a mother comforting a baby’s boo-boo. She sounded perfectly sincere, but it was obvious she was laughing inside.

When they had the sign in place right between where they were standing, underneath a lamp hanging down from the awning, Short Round went back to his cash register, which allowed them the opportunity to talk to one another without him breathing down their necks.
“Mom, that is mean, be nice to him, or I am telling Dad! I am serious.” Jamie warned her mom.

“Can I be mean to him, if I give you one of my stars?” Wendy was technically not joking, but her temperament seemed to suggest she was.

They didn’t have a chance to finish their conversation, as a kindly man in his mid-50s, with the look of a learned college professor stepped up behind them, hands in his slacks pockets. He read the sign, looked at them, looked back at the sign.

He pulled out two dollars. “Which one is SpongeBoob?” clearly he didn’t seem the type of person who would know children’s cartoons.

“I am!” Wendy tried her cartoon voice cheerfully.

“Then I want the other one, Sandy Buttcheeks?” He tried to say the name without laughing.

Jamie perked up, stood up straight, proud she was picked over her mother. Took the two dollars, and give him a kiss on each cheek.

“That is it?” he seemed surprised. He was older than her own Dad was. Jamie had no interest in French kissing him.

“What did you want, Sir?”

“Don’t Sir me.” He seemed cynical and perturbed she would call him that. “The sign says free pictures and free hugs”

“With purchase, Sir” Jamie corrected. She was not being mean; she had a playful grin like a woodland elven faerie, which was flitting around like Tinker Bell teasing someone chasing her in the woods.

“I purchased TWO kisses.”

“Purchase two from me?” Wendy said seductively. “If you’ve got a Camera, Sandy Buttcheeks will take the picture.” She hated to admit her ego was more than a little bruised that he hadn’t even considered her.

“No, you look too close to one of my friend’s wives. I feel a little creepy about it. Sorry”

At least she was not being passed over, because she was too old, too fat, or too ugly. She smiled at him, his rejection now meaningless to her.

“Actually, what the hell. There is no chance you are Bill Taylor’s wife, are you? Couldn’t be.” He said sure that there is no way his friend’s wife would be selling kisses at the fair.

“What does five get me?”

“It gets you a big kiss from SpongeBoobs, but watch your shirt, or I’ll get my eyes on you!” She said playfully, holding her jugs and shaking them around. She was not kidding, the paint transferred well enough on to other people’s skins and clothes.

“Can you not do the voice though? It’s not sexy.” He cleared his throat.

“You got it, Sir.” She embraced him grinding her body into his. At first, their lips touched slightly, both testing each other’s willingness to kiss that way. Hesitant, yet passionate, she was the first to open her mouth slightly, parting her lips, licking his upper lip just under his mustache. Then he darted out his tongue and tapped her playfully on hers. She followed it back into his mouth with her tongue, before finally letting him do the same. He tried to suck the air from her lips, as he used his tongue like an intruder, scouting forward, and finally licking the inside of her teeth.

“Wow that was impressive.”

“Do you want a picture, Sir?” Wendy asked, aware that she had not come close to her target, and he could really help even if she had to kiss him that way again. He was not a half-bad kisser.

“No, I don’t want anything like that, my wife would see.”

“One hug for the road, from SpongeBoobs?” she begged.

He couldn’t resist the offer, letting her wrap herself around him and grind a little more in his lap, she finally bid him goodbye.

“Mom!!” After he had gone, Jamie offered her protest. “What the hell was that?”

“Well, he made fun of my cartoon voice.” Wendy said plainly. “So I was going to call him Sir whether he liked it or not. A little zinger his way.” Wendy smiled, “The second hug, was just to make sure he brought home a little SpongeBoob paint for his dear, faithful wife.” She added smugly, thinking about how she cleverly got on him in such a way that she’d find it when she did the wash for sure.

“Okay, did you hear he knew Dad?” Jamie asked incredulously.

“Yeah, and there is no way he’d believe I was working the fair selling kisses. Good girls don’t do that, right?” She smiled knowingly at her daughter. “You want to be recognized as a sexual being, you’ve got a clit ring, and you are too embarrassed to kiss a guy in front of me, other than on the cheek. Is that all you have done to the dates you‘ve been on for Chris?”

“No Ma’am” Jamie admitted, as if she had just been pegged.

“Remember what your Father and Brother said. You aren’t to address me with respect.” Wendy said graciously. She did not want to make her daughter feel bad. She was trying to give her a pep talk actually.

Jamie smirked “That should be easy.”

Wendy’s tone was very serious “I still have power, even though your Dad took away my authority. I would be embarrassed to give someone a kiss too, in front of my mom the way I just did that guy.” She sighed. “I assumed you had to make out with boys on your dates. I just did not want to know about it. I am just as uncomfortable as you are about it. How about I make you a deal? I trust you to make the right choice. If you want to peck them on the cheek, or kiss them the way I just did, I will not judge you. I promise.”

“Whatever happens during training stays in training?” Jamie asked quoting Las Vegas’s Motto along the same lines (Whatever happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas).

“Whatever happens at the county fair, stays at the county fair. We’ve masturbated in front of each other on a daily basis, several times a day, for the last week. I think we are past, being worried if you show a little affection to a boy.”

Jamie reached over to her Mom and gave her a playful kiss on the lips. They had kissed each other more passionately before for Chris’s amusement, but this was just affection between mother and daughter, nothing kinky.

“Hand me the money, bitch.” Short Round yanked the seven dollars out of the girls hands. “Less kiss each other, more make me dollars”

“Yes Sir, I am sorry for being so mean earlier.” Wendy decided to make up with Short Round. Something about him rubbed her the wrong way. Since she had pretended to be submissive around him as a way to mock him, he wasn’t buying it.

Wendy squatted down to the little man, so she was looking him straight in the eyes. She wanted to shut her eyes, because in the face he looked like he was about thirteen at most.

“Can SpongeBoob give you a kiss?” she said in her cute cartoon voice. She had just crossed some sort of bridge of understanding with her daughter. She was going to try to make up with the little guy, as well.

“Fuck no, bitch!” He pushed her down on to her ass, waddling back to his counter without looking back.

“Mom, you really should use the grown up voice for the grown guys, “Jamie agreed, a fact that Wendy was starting to realize.

As she started to get up, a gentleman reached down his hand to help dust her off. “Having a bad day?” He asked.

He was average height and build, with just a hint of a beer belly. He had brown hair, growing gray on the sides, with a neatly trimmed goatee that was also salt and pepper. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, and some comfortable shoes, carrying himself with the bearing of a man who probably served in the military.

“I’ve been sitting her watching you guys from over at the donut place, for a while. Is that little guy giving you trouble?” he asked.

“No, not any more than I don’t already deserve.” Wendy said truthfully as she stood up, her boobs clinking as she did from the metal buttons attached.

“I thought I’d walk on over and see if I could help out. I don’t suppose you’d mind getting a picture with me, and giving me a hug and a kiss?”

“No, not at all.” Wendy was shocked he was such a gentleman.

“How much would that cost me?”

“If you buy something, the hug and picture is free.” Wendy said looking up at him with her eyes twinkling. “The kiss would be one dollar.”

“And if I don’t buy something?” he asked.

“It would still be a dollar,” Wendy said, realizing how silly the pricing sounded. Based on the logic of an earlier man, if you buy a kiss, the hug and picture are technically free.

“I feel like I should tell you my name, it’s Steve.” he held out a crisp one-dollar bill for her. Wendy didn’t let the fact he had the same name as her new Boss at work bother her at all. It was common enough that it could belong to anyone. No point in holding that against him.

“My name is Wendy,” she corrected herself real fast “I mean SpongeBoobs.” she didn’t bother with the cartoon voice for him.

He touched her fingertips. His palms raised up, hers lowered. Locking eyes, he moved in close to her, not so close it mussed up his clothes. He drank her in, smelling her shampoo, as he nuzzled her with his chin. Then taking her in a steamy embrace, he passionately kissed her, letting her forget for a second the humiliations she had endured today.

As he kissed her, he slid his hand down to cup her ass, and felt bare skin through the webbing. He decided to cup her ass, and squeeze those well-rounded ass cheeks.

“I love the pig tails, darling.” He said as he tipped his hat to walk away.

Wendy had to adjust her wrap, and take a deep breath after he left. She said nothing to her daughter, who just looked at her smirking. He had forgotten to get a picture as well.

The two were joking about how poorly they were doing on the bet when Short Round came back around, this time with a package of corded clothesline. He snatched the dollar out of Wendy’s hand, complaining “Only one dollar? Cost me more in materials to keep an eye on you!”

“I am sorry Sir, you set the prices.”

“Yes, that is all you are worth, what we thought we could get. You get to throw three balls at the person in dunk tank for FIVE dollars. That is because he is FIVE TIMES MORE INTERESTING THAN YOU!” holding up all the fingers on his hand to punctuate his assertion.

He began to tie one end of the cord around Wendy’s foot.

“May I ask what you are doing, Sir?”

“I have to go take a shit, okay. Do you mind?”

“Not at all Sir, are you planning to take me with you?”

“Why, so you can kiss my ass and wipe me when I done!?” he laughed at her excitedly, like a tiny Danny DeVito. Then he explained as he tied the cord to the sign, around the awning pole, and back to Jamie’s foot. “You will stay here and do your JOB. You’ve got thirty minute, thirty-minute left. You haven’t made me shit. So now I am going to go TAKE a shit,” he laughed at his own play on words.

“This will keep you here, so you don’t run off and be lazy, while I am away.” He pointed two fingers towards his eyes, and then pointed the two fingers towards Wendy in the universal, “I have my eyes on you” gesture, walking away backwards. “Cash register is locked. Keep eye on merchandise. Don’t fuck around and fuck up!!” was his only advice as he headed away.

Wendy wondered how he could leave an open air shop. Most of the vendors near them only had one person working them. Her process driven mind tried to wrap her head around how they took bathroom breaks, ate their lunch, or what they did if they got sick. There was really no time for these thoughts, she pushed them to the back of her mind.

“What do we do with the money we make?” Wendy asked as he walked away, accidentally tripping over some of his own merchandise.

“Shove it up your ass!!” he yelled as he walked towards the bathrooms, as if he could care less. The two girls had been tied up often enough, and in the dark, hardly anyone would see the cord. They had enough room to move at least 5 feet in any direction. They weren’t concerned about this new condition. In fact, it didn’t even occur to them to think about it much. Had it been a week ago, even in their own backyard, they would have been more worried.

“Well, good for me, I’ve already got the tail in, that leaves you as our bank!” Jamie grinned.

“I don’t think he was serious about that last part.” Wendy joked back with her daughter.

“You could clench it. Technically, you’d be following his orders” Jamie answered seriously. She was suggesting her mom roll up the dollars, stick them between her butt cheeks and clench the way her brother had taught them to carry things around the house to him. Wendy agreed with a bemused expression.

A family visited them with small kids, who wanted a picture with SpongeBoob, paid their dollar and moved on. They even liked Wendy’s cartoon voice. She let them go with a peck on the cheek, and one for Dad as well.

“One more for Wendy, what does that bring my total up too?”

“I think two.” Jamie said slightly disappointed.

A couple others stopped, but seeing the store shut down behind them, assumed it may even be a scam and kept walking. Leaving the girls feeling awkward and a little rejected. “This must be what guys feel like when they used to ask me out.” Jamie joked.

Wendy was about to defend that she may have three pictures, backtracking this last half hour in her mind to get there , if you count the shot the two of them took together, when some teenage boy’s came walking up. They were probably in middle school. They looked like nerdy kids. One a redheaded freckle faced ginger with braces, the other like a very young “Ross” on friends, short dark hair, dark rimmed glasses, and the third a fat kid with blonde curly hair.

“Whoa guys, boobs dead ahead.” The fat kid steered his friends over to them.

“Nuh-uh” the red-head sneered in disbelief to his friend.

“Yuh-huh, Sir.” Wendy answered playfully. “I’m SpongeBoob, and that is Sandy Buttcheeks. If you’ve got a dollar for a donation, then today is your lucky day.”

“What does the donation go too?”

Wendy felt a little bad making up something, but he wanted to feel his dollars made a difference “Breast awareness.” smiling only slightly as she mentioned a cause that to him probably sounded real.

“I think the older one doesn’t have anything on under that skirt” the dark rimmed glasses boy stated matter of fact.

“I bet you don’t have anything on under your underwear?” Jamie answered playfully.

He got nervous, backed up a little, and crossed his hands over his lap as if she could see through his jeans.

“My friend gets a little nervous around girls.” The heavy boy introduced himself. “I am Clint” looking at the red-headed kid he introduced him as “Chuck” and “You’ve already met Millhouse” pointing to his cowering friend.

“His real name is Millhouse, Sir?” Wendy asked skeptically.

“It’s his nickname because he is a dweeb, is your real name SpongeBoobs?” Clint asked in reply.

“SpongeBoobs is my nickname, because of these.” She could already tell they were glued to her big jugs (not one of them making eye contact). Cupping her melons in her hands and shaking them for comic effect. The boys had been making no secret of their staring anyway.

“Why are you Sandy Buttcheeks?”

Jamie dropped to the clay beneath her feet, landing with a thud on her butt in a most ungraceful way. She had intended to show them by wriggling around the dirt like before.

The landing caused the flexible strap that covered her clit lips to pop off for a second, causing the boys to gasp before Jamie could scramble to adjust herself.

“Okay, you caught us guys.” Wendy said standing over daughter. “We are real women. We’ve got actual working vaginas.”

Jamie looked up at her mom to see if she would correct herself and use the word they were supposed to.

“Cunts” Wendy corrected herself for Jamie’s benefit a little too late.

“Damn, you don’t have to call us names, just because we are a little intimidated” Clint said, the three of them assuming she was calling them ‘Cunts’. They backed away.

Wendy said under her breath, ‘Quick...Come back…please.” pretending to care if they would return, and helping her daughter up. “Oh well, I tried to get them back.”

Jamie dusted herself off, and adjusted the tail in the back, a very embarrassing maneuver for her, because she felt like she were digging in her ass for an itch, which is what most people walking by probably thought and paid no attention what so ever.

“See where they fucked up with this challenge, is they didn’t give us a dollar goal. They could have given us consequences and incentives for making less than the target. The way they set it up we could just half-ass it for the rest of the hour. It really doesn’t matter how much we make.” Wendy said thinking about how this challenge had been structured.

“Sounds like Chris used too. Half-ass it, do the minimum.” Jamie added pouting to herself.

“That sounds kind of testy, I am sorry, if I didn’t say cunt to those boys right off. It is much harder for me to be submissive to people who are clearly not my equal.” Wendy explained.

“Seems like a good excuse. I serve Chris’s friends, Gerald for instance, who was probably the same age as those last boys. You are saying they are my equal, but not yours?” Jamie sounded more hurt, than angry.

“You are right okay. I am a coward. I was afraid of what they would think or do, if I said any more. I’ll be better about playing it straight. It isn’t easy to change so much of what I am, and have been.”

“You think it is easy for me, just because you’ve lived longer?”

Wendy took her daughter’s hand and said seriously, “Honey, I love you. I love you with all of my heart. So much you have no idea. If you could go to the edge of space to where you can’t go anymore, that is how much I love you, and then a little bit more.” Wendy said honestly. “I am so proud of you, your strength. Honestly, you’ve got such a good spirit, and courage. It inspires me.”

“Really? Wow.” Jamie was beside herself.

The boys had apparently rallied while the women were having their talk. They were obviously curious about something. Seeing a pussy pop out will often do that to you at that age. The heavy one, Clint cleared his throat to get their attention since they were facing away from them at the time.

As the girls turned around to see who was trying to get their attention, the heavy boy who had been the group’s representative was standing there. Wendy saw this as good a chance as any to show her daughter she meant what she said.

“I am so sorry Sir; I did not mean to call you cunts. There was a misunderstanding.” She tried not to sound brisk and business like. She didn't succeed. Her apology fell flat. Bill was much better at getting heart-felt apologies from her because he prompted her with questions. Wendy didn't feel the same sense of urgency to be contrite in part because she knew deep down she didn't care much about these boys 'feelings'.

“That is okay.” Clint answered the matter completely in the past to him. “We came back because, we had a bet.” The other two boys were giggling like schoolgirls.

“What is holding up your tail, glue or some kind of belt?” Clint addressed the girl he knew only as Sandy.

Jamie caught off guard by the question, rubbed her hips with her hands to demonstrate nothing but smooth thighs and waist. “No belt, as you can see Sir.”

“It could be like a fishing line, clear string.” Clint asked. His friends nervously tittering away, unable to look at the two women, with straight faces.

“So is it glue?”

“No sir, it is not glue.” Jamie started to have an appreciation for her Mom’s point of view. These boys were so immature; they couldn’t even hold a conversation. She’d have had an easier time telling almost anyone else what held her tail up that they had met since starting this.

“If it isn’t glue, or it isn’t a belt” Millhouse asked skeptically, assuming there must be a trick answer that was still one of his two theories. Then what is keeping it up when you take your hands away?”

Wendy could sense the conflict in her daughter’s mind. She had wanted to be honest, wanted to follow the instructions she’d been given about how a submissive should behave. It was also embarrassing as hell to have this conversation. If this had been a week ago, they’d have just walked away from rude boys like this. In fact, they would not be standing there virtually naked being questioned by them in the first place.

“You don’t have to answer, Jamie.” Wendy was about to tell them they weren’t ready to hear the secrets every magician uses or something along those lines.

“If you want to know,” Jamie said trying to keep the tears out of her eyes. “I’ve got a five inch butt plug up my ass, the tail is attached to that, with a flexible but hard little piece of fabric that works like a slap bracelet in the front.

The boys coughed, with Chuck hitting himself on the back. This was clearly shocking but good news from their comical reaction. They kept saying “No, no way!” and “Get the hell out!” in utter amazement.

Which only made Jamie more naturally inclined to say, “Yes, yes way Sir.”

“Pull it out if that is true, and show us” Clint dared her.

“I can’t sir, it is part of the costume” Jamie didn’t feel too bad about being a tease towards them. It was kind of fun to see their reaction and how she had them in the palm of her hand, hanging on her every word.

“If we give you a dollar?” pointing to the sign.

“It says for everything else, ask Short Round.” Clint read the last line of the sign aloud.

“True, and he is away right now Sir. You are welcome to wait. Get your picture taken with either of us!” Jamie tried to redirect them.

They were clearly going to make Wendy and Jamie work for that dollar.

“So if he tells you to take out your tail and show us, you are going to do it?”

“Yes Sir, I will, if that is what you want to see and he tells me to do it.” Jamie wasn’t kidding.

They broke into another round of disbelief, “No,” “No way” “Why would you do it if he tells you, but not us”

“You aren’t in charge of me, he is Sir.”

“Why don’t you just quit, Short Round sucks.” Chuck, the red head, said off the cuff, insulting someone he had never met.

“I am not a quitter Sir; I see my commitments through to the end. We will be here for about 30 more minutes, and then we are going to go, so if you change your mind, and want a kiss. You can come back and see me or my mom.” Jamie smiled, instantly regretting the last word she said. It had seemed very natural and totally innocent. She used the word all the time.

It stopped the boys dead in their tracks. “No, no. no way! That is your mom?” a round of disbelief washed over them again. They were starting to remind Wendy of the characters Wayne and Garth from Saturday Night Live, with their animated speech and juvenile “No-ha-way”

“I am afraid so, I am her Mom. We are trying to get people interested in Madam Chang’s, and raise donations” Wendy bent the truth a little.

“So for a dollar, you’ll kiss anyone?” Clint asked, his friends making that anticipation face like, “Please say yes”

“Yes Sir. Anyone at the fair.”

“And you’ll both do it?” Clint answered.

“Did you want us to both kiss you, Sir?” Wendy smiled at him knowingly.

“No, I want you to kiss each other”

Jamie and her mother had kissed each other several times since this started. They hadn’t had to do extended make out sessions, especially since Bill’s deal with Wendy about her taking up the slack.

They looked at each other, and back at the boys and in unison said in a low rumble just like the boy’s “No, no way…no no…..” but there was a smirky look on their face.

“If you want the dollar for breast awareness, you’ll kiss, for a full minute, and we get to take a picture” Clint instructed. It was obvious the idea excited all three of them.

“Well, breast awareness is important, Jamie.” Not bothering with her character name now that they knew they were mother daughter.

While they talked to the boy’s there was a steady stream of people walking past. Some even stopped and looked at the sign, but seeing they were already talking to someone took that as a sign to keep walking.

“True, and we did say we would kiss anyone at the fair. Are you sure one of you wouldn’t want to kiss me for a full minute?” Jamie asked them with a voice that was one-half Marsha Brady, wholesome all American teenager and one-half Lindsay Lohan, worldly older girl.

They had to huddle, stepping away from Wendy and Jamie.

“We’ve just got the one dollar” they came back with as their explanation.

How far did they plan to get at the fair on the one dollar? Wendy really wanted to know. She assumed they were on their way out, and regretting wasting all their money on corn dogs and the like.

“Well, you could each kiss one of us for 20 seconds each. That would be one way to split it.” Using the artificial time limit the boy’s themselves imposed of a minute as her measuring stick to what a dollar would buy them.

“They aren’t going to do it, they are chicken.” Chuck said, kicking his boot into the clay beneath his foot.

“We didn’t say that, we just wanted you to have all your options, this is your only dollar, Sir” Wendy found she could have a certain amount of power, even when she had no power at all. She liked their discomfort.

Millhouse walked up to her with his crumpled dollar in his hand. This was the lone survivor of whatever cash they had started their journey with. It had made it past countless foolish choices as they wasted their money on rides, games and whatever else that caught their fancy. They would invest their final dollar on Wendy and Jamie.

Wendy pulled her breasts apart for him, as he stood trembling. His shyness seemed to amuse her.

“Go ahead, put it between my chest. I won’t bite.” She knew he was more scared of her, than she could possibly be of him. Seeing her chest-bone wouldn’t be any worse than seeing her free-hanging tits as far as she was concerned. The only thing she had covered up top being her nipples. Everything else was painted to give the perception everything else was covered.

Millhouse shut his eyes, and put the dollar on the sternum of her ribcage, between her cleavage held apart for his buck.

“Say Clench, Sir”

“Clench, Sir?” Millhouse mumbled making Wendy feel like Stifler's mom the cougar in “American Pie”.

Wendy smiled at his awkwardness. Using her tits to grab the dollar, sliding up and down slightly to provoke him, and then pulling away flirtatiously to hold the dollar in between her boobs before taking it back again to hold in her hands.

“Are you ready to take our picture, Sirs?”

They had their cell phones out and in hand.

"Last chance to change your mind. You just paid, are you sure you don't want the kiss of your life?" Wendy puckered her lips and vamped like Marilyn Monroe, to see if she could convince at least one of them to kiss her. Sparing her the humiliation of being on some strange kids camera kissing her daughter.

Millhouse's eyes opened as wide as saucers. He starts at first to stumble backwards in a stuttering retreat. Just as quickly as his little legs will carry him he is back to where his friends were standing, tail between his legs. Intimidated, but not without a small yet obvious bulge in his pants, he hid behind the two other boys.

They wanted the mother and daughter to kiss, and they clearly wanted it right now.

Wendy looked her daughter in the eye. It had been hard to do at first, but Chris insisted they not shut their eyes when they kissed, so they didn’t think about someone else during it to make it easier. Wendy stroked her daughter’s arm, lifted her chin and then in as majestic and pure a kiss as you can imagine, she did that. The two parted their lips ever so slightly to let their tongues collide and intermingle playfully. It felt sick and at the same time, they were both very good kissers.

After they had kissed for at least a minute, they didn’t hear time called. Breaking off the kiss to look for the boys they were gone. They were a little shocked by this; apparently, the scene had been too much for them. They were used to Bill and Chris telling them when to stop.

Jamie breathed in a sigh.

“You are a good kisser, too” Wendy snickered.

“What happens at the fair, stays at the fair, right?” Jamie’s only mirthful answer.

“We’ve raised one dollar for breast awareness.” Wendy in a playful mood rolled the one up like a scroll and proceeded to stick it between her ass cheeks where she would clench until Short Round returned.

“Speaking of which, where is he?” Wendy fanned her face with her hand, feeling a little hot. “Do you think he fell in?” joking about the little man.

While they waited and called out to people passing by, it felt strange to spin the sign since the store was technically closed. Having nothing else TO do but spin the pointed signs they had been given when they first came out here, they did so.

The two women were both very athletic, they could keep up the pace of spin dancing like this all night if need be, even in heels. They had not broken a sweat (despite the humidity) or felt the need to take a break.

At least not a break to catch their breath. “Do you think I should ask short round if I can take a pee?”

“You mean allow you to piss?” Jamie corrected sternly. Then smiling she added, “Just fucking with you, Mom. Yeah you could probably ask him. He is technically in charge of us.”

“But would he let me go?” Wendy picked part of the Wrap she had around her waist out of her ass crack absent-mindedly. It had gotten included in her ‘clench’.

“Let you go where?” Said the voice directly behind her. She was facing Jamie, who could already see who it was. Her jaw fell open.

Wendy turned around to see whom the voice was coming from.

It was the handsome older guy she had seen her daughter talking to when Steve dropped her off from work who had addressed them.

Following him was Brad and Janet, and their son Gerald from earlier in the day.

“Wendy Taylor?” Gerald’s dad asked when he recognized the Taylor women he spoke to earlier at the fair before his son got his picture taken, hardly believing how they were dressed.

“I didn’t know you were SUCH fans of SpongeBob that you brought a change of costume to dress up like him,” he said as he walked up to introduce the handsome 20-something guy as his son. “This is my Son, Brad Jr. He is just home from college and wanted to have some family fun at the fair.”

The girl’s mouths dropped open, stunned.