The Family Feud III

Chapter Nine
“White Knight to the Rescue”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 26
JAMIE: 29

Brad Jr. was handsome, funny, charming, and just a little old to be interested in high school girls anyway. Now he was looking at Jamie and her mom wearing next to nothing, apparently selling kisses standing in front of what appeared to be a closed adult novelty store.

“We've actually already met.” His grin saying he was more amused than horrified. He had only hours ago had a conversation with Jamie, who standing at her mailbox with both hands palm down on top of it, waited for her mother to get home (At her father's instruction). He had walked away when she abruptly ran over to greet her mother and “Steve” the guy who she was waiting on to bring her home. He was not sure what to think about this strange and odd girl, but he was finding her curious behavior kind of endearing.

“Hello Sir” Jamie answered him, still stunned by the sudden realization his younger brother is Gerald, who just happens to be one of her brother's best friends and the first one to go on a 'date' with her since the terms of her service began.

“Oh please, just call me Bradley, when I am around my father. I hate the name, but it beats Brad junior.” His easy smile seemed to suggest he wasn't judging the odd way they were dressed or what reason they may have for being here.

This is in stark contrast to what Bradley and Gerald's parent’s faces were saying.

The elder Brad's facial expression was a mixture between “What in heaven’s name is this?” and “Okay, I wish my wife wasn't here, because I think this is kind of cool.”

His wife on the other hand, wasn't going to stick with any one emotion. Right now, it was disdain mixed with curiosity. If you had to rate it on a scale of one Waxerman out of five possible Waxermans for how much disdain/disgust, it was probably only at about a two.

“What, exactly is it you are doing out here?” Janet’s voice dripped with a venomous tone that did not give one the impression there could be any satisfactory explanation.

Wendy was going to try anyway. She and Jamie had been just having this conversation about accepting their situation and playing by the rules, and when they may have to bend the truth and why. This might just be a good test. She did not know Gerald’s family personally. They lived in the same Subdivision/were part of the same Homeowners Association, which alone should have set off butterflies in her stomach that word was going to get around about this.

Mrs. Waxerman, the neighborhood busy body had no doubt already told a great deal of gossip about them to neighbors. This was different, Janet seemed credible. People may actually BELIEVE her/want to listen to what she had to say.

“We are trying to help out the owners of this store, by generating a little excitement for their business. So we agreed to put on these costumes, and do pictures and try to entertain if people make purchases, Ma’am”

“It doesn’t even look open?” Janet looked skeptically at the merchandise, as if it were piles of cow manure for sale.

“Oh the guy running the cash register had to take a little bathroom breaks.” Wendy smiled at her unintended pun. Short Round always had to take a “little” bathroom break, she amused herself for an instant with the image of his reaction to that observation, wishing he would come back soon. Hadn’t it been 10 minutes yet?

“I see” Janet said in a tone that meant, “I do not see.”

Her husband Brad chimed in “I think the costumes are fabulous, but I think what my wife is saying, is you seem a little under-dressed.”

His eldest son Bradley came to their defense before Wendy could muddle through her response. “It’s a sound business model dad. When my fraternity wants to do a car wash fundraiser, you think we go out to the parking lot in our sweat pants? No, my frat brothers and I strip off our shirts, flex our abs and wash cars of little old ladies. It is part of the game. Our sorority sisters just play it better. Their car washes earn about three times as much as ours.” He laughed. “Seems like they’ve got their bodies covered from head to toe in paint, feathers, or something.” his expression suggesting everyone just ‘lighten up’.

His mother was in no mood to lighten up. She hadn’t been actively listening to her son’s voice of reason. Instead, she had been meticulously scanning the girls for something vindictive to say when he finished. “There are other ways to advertise a business that would work just as well, than to paint ones chest like a children’s cartoon character” she made sure to emphasize the word ‘children’s’ to try to make the two sound more disgusting.

“You have to work with the tools God gave you,” Wendy said in general, jiggling her tits for an exaggerated humorous effect, causing them to swish from side to side. The three men in the party all laughed for sure.

“You mean the tools MasterCard or Visa gave you?” Janet corrected.

“Sure, but who do you think helped me to pay it off, Ma‘am?” Wendy scored another good comeback that pleased the guys in Gerald’s family.

“Well I’d like a picture with you two lovely ladies. The problem is your cash register seems to be closed.” Bradley spoke up again. He didn’t notice that Jamie seemed to swoon a little, or that his little brother seemed to be developing a little jealousy when he said it.

“The um” Jamie stumbled to find the right words “The only thing we can sell are kisses. If you make a purchase, all pictures are free.” She had gone from confidently holding three boys within the palm of her hand only moments earlier, hanging on her every word, to a silly schoolgirl with a crush on an older guy.

“I just happen to have some cash on me.” His eyes twinkled; to Jamie it seemed they twinkled just for her. “Do you have change for a twenty?”

“No Bradley” she felt comfortable calling him that since he had told her explicitly to use his first name. “We don’t,” She sounded disappointed.

“I’ve got a one!” Gerald who had been quietly building up a little resentment to the energy between Jamie and his older brother announced. He held up the dollar and walked up to the girls “I get to kiss both for one?”

“No sir, one kiss per dollar” Wendy answered the younger teenager.

“How about no kiss for NO dollars, Gerald Christopher Jenkins!” Janet corrected both of them. There was no way she wanted to stand here and watch either of her sons do anything with these two women. She didn’t know what their game was entirely, but whatever it was, she didn’t approve of bouncing boobs and butts around any of the men in the Jenkins household.

“Aww, but Mom, its SpongeBob! C’mon, you let me get pictures with the ones from earlier. Their Sandy Cheeks was in a bikini almost as skimpy as Jamie’s. She’s my girlfriend after all!”

“Well that is true.” Janet softened to her son’s line of reasoning.

Gerald had apparently told his parents after one day with Jamie they were ‘dating’, a fact that came as a surprise to not only Jamie and Wendy, but Bradley as well. Their faces said as much.

“Way to go, squirt! I didn’t know you were dating already!” his older brother congratulated him like a good sport, mussing his hair. “Jamie is a real catch, any guy would be happy to know her.” words meant more for Jamie than for his brother.

He had not asked Jamie on a date, he had just been flirting with the younger girl. He assumed if she was dating his younger brother, she was much younger than he thought anyway. He had assumed by how tall she was, and how she carried herself, she must be entering college soon. He would be a good sport, back off and not pursue getting to know her any further. He was still curious about her; something about her was fascinating to him. He did have a new appreciation for his little brother, who was still playing with action figures when he left for college. Now it seemed he already had an attractive funny girlfriend. “Way to go, little man” he thought to himself.

Jamie was already through her awkward Kiss on the lips with Gerald. She had to bend at the knees to reach his lips and he on his tippy toes. From the angle his parents took the picture, one would only see young love between two teenagers, and not that Gerald was squeezing Jamie’s ass cheeks while he smiled boyishly for his fawning parents as they took a picture of his “First Girlfriend”.

Jamie hadn’t wanted to correct Gerald in front of them. That wouldn’t do anyone any good. He could continue to pay Chris to make her date him, if he wanted to tell a person they were dating, that was his business. She was more disappointed that Bradley thought the worst of her. She assumed she never really had a chance with a guy like that anyway. He was too mature, positive and funny for high school girls. She told herself that, but allowed herself a sliver of hope the way someone who sings well in the shower does that they will be recognized on American Idol for their singing.

Short Round was just coming back from his bathroom break. “Wow, what a shit that was. My God, stay away from those donut holes. They are like bricks coming out.” He was talking to the person at the Donut shop. “Thanks for watching merchandise!” waving to someone behind the donut counter. Wendy had wondered why he didn’t lock up, the shopkeepers watch out for each other. That made perfect sense.

Short Round wasted no time getting back to business. The first order was calling out to Gerald’s Family “Come, Come, Buy from Chang’s. Ching-Chong-Chang, it means I love you. We have plenty to look at, you want T-shirt, I got T-shirt!”

Gerald seemed interested in some of the merchandise and he wandered in under the awning, followed by his parents. They weren’t interested in bringing any of this home, but given their son had just kissed his first girl and they got to take a picture of it, they were excited. They had never wondered about their eldest’s chances with the fairer sex, but Gerald had zero social skills outside of his immediate network of geeky friends.

Bradley lingered for a moment, as if to say something to Jamie. He smiled politely as he had when he saw her run towards Steve’s car with excitement, and walked towards his parents, hands in pocket. They were listening to Short Round’s abrasive but humorous sales pitch, and looking around the store.

Once he was out of earshot, Wendy looked at her daughter with genuine happiness for her “Oooh, he has the hots for you!”

“Yeah, Gerald, I know. Don‘t remind me.” Jamie looked disappointed.

“Oh C’mon, any guy like that would have the hots for you. I mean that older one, Bradley.” Wendy was rolling up the dollar she got from Gerald with the first one she had received as if clenching money between her ass cheeks was the most normal thing you could do while she talked to her daughter about what just happened. “I could tell there was a connection for a moment there between you two, an energy.” Her mom was genuinely happy for her daughter.

Jamie rarely used sarcasm with her Mom or anyone for that matter, so when she said, “I can see it now, we’ll tell our grandchildren how we met. I was nearly naked selling kisses, when his younger brother told everyone I was his girlfriend, and frenched me while his parents took a picture of it. I was basically naked, except for some body paint and a butt plug to cover my asshole. After that, nature took its course and we rode off into the sunset together, happily ever after.”

“Jamie” her mother shook her head. “Believe it or not, I was a teenager too. Your father was not always, as he is now. In High school, he was like a Greek god to me. He was a star athlete, popular, funny, took good care of himself, his hair, oh honey, his hair was so thick and perfect. He looked at me with the same eyes that Boy did you.”

Jamie did not believe it.

“I used to be such a bookish little wallflower. I was meek, all legs, no ass, no boobs. I was a non-entity to the opposite sex. If I were out here with my own mom like this, they would have used me to hold up the awning as a tent pole. There was no way I thought your father would be interested in me. He saw something in me that I didn‘t. When I went to college, I think I blossomed into my vision of what he saw. I came back ready to take on the corporate world, raise a family, and be everything to all people. Stay positive. Why do you think I say ‘give it the old college try?”

“Because you are old, and old people say dorky things?” Jamie said teasing her mom back.

“No, because when I was in college I tried new things. I wanted to come back to your father who stayed here and worked to save up enough so we could start a life together a different woman. The woman he wanted me to be. When things got too hard for me and I wanted to give up, I thought about that, and I was inspired to keep at it, until I got it done. One thing at a time.”

“Wow, I never knew”

“Probably because I never told anyone, not even your father. I think I had forgotten why I started that catch phrase. Somewhere along the line, I was just repeating the phrase, without thinking what it means. Seeing you look at that boy tonight, made me remember! Thank you for that.”

“Wow, you got all that from a look?”

“I AM a woman, remember? Someday you’ll be a mother, and you’ll tell your daughter that too.” Wendy said lovingly. She was as proud of Jamie taking steps to grow up, as the Jenkins had been of Gerald. Wendy realized she probably would have had more reservations about it, if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes and gone through this experience with her daughter.

“You wouldn’t freak out if I dated a guy who is in college?”

“Didn’t you just get a tattoo and four piercings in one night?” Wendy answered her daughter’s question, with one of her own. “I haven’t wanted you to grow up, you are my baby. So it is easy for me to say you cannot. You have made the case tonight that you are no baby. You are no quitter. There comes a point in every caterpillar’s life when she is about to get out of that cocoon and burst forth with her beautiful wings and actually fly wherever she wants to go. You are at that point in your life, wondering when you will be an official adult.” Wendy smiled slyly “He is probably closer to your own age than Gerald is, anyway."

They were both sharing a special bonding moment. It was interrupted by Short Round yelling at them, “Dance!! Dance! Spin Sign! Shake Butts.” bringing them out of their reverie, and into the sudden realization that a small line of three or four families had formed snapping their pictures.

That is how it works some times. A drought of no one stopping, and then a show or ride gets out and one person stops to take a picture. Some one sees that person taking a picture and decides to take one. Then a person sees two people taking a picture and thinks something must be worth taking a picture of, and on and on it goes. Short Round hadn’t bothered collecting the money, he had been getting customers from the attention they were getting, and with no place else to hold the money Wendy had nine dollars rolled up tightly between her cheeks, slipping it back there on the sly.

“Who is next? Free Hugs, Free Hugs With Purchase! We got them, you want them. Two lines no waiting. Free hugs. Who wants one from SpongeBoobs?” Wendy became animated. Dancing was second nature to cheerleader Jamie; she could do it with feeling and look over her shoulder to see in the store.

Bradley was looking back at her, then down at the ground. She thought if she blew him a kiss or something, he would think it was all part of her flirty fishing to get people to buy at the store, reel him back in. She wanted to give him a sign but nothing presented itself.

She turned her attention back from him, and together with her Mom, took pictures, kissed dads, and sons, mostly on the cheek, some on the lips. Few with her tongue for the next 15 minutes. The line eventually diminished and things got slow again. Bradley and the entire Jenkins family had been long gone for quite some time.

They had grown a little bolder in the last 15 minutes. People seemed to assume they weren't really naked, and the ones who did didn't seem to mind it. One pervy little black boy even reaching up and swinging from Wendy's tits as if she were a ride. It struck them as odd, but the parents seemed to think it was all in good fun.

With that exception, most weren't too handsy. The dad's usually tried to get a little close to Wendy or Jamie without letting on their game, but no one really took advantage of their vulnerability. It made the girls a little more brazen in how they acted. Jamie did her cute 'duck lips' for some pictures. Some she held her mouth open in mock excitement as if she just heard a funny joke and were in the middle of a laugh. Poses she and her friends had done in goofy facebook photos in the past.

It wouldn't be long, and Bill and Chris would be back to collect them to finish out the night. They didn't want to admit it, but they were having fun in a strange sort of way. They also didn't want to admit, that they would have preferred if Bill and Chris were with them. Neither of them feeling the need to say that they might be thinking that. A thought that they weren't quite sure they could explain if they had shared it.

Time passed and then there was another lull. The girls danced in place even if there wasn't hardly anyone looking. It seemed to make the time go by faster. Standing still the entire time would have made them look more out of place. The dancing reinforced the fact they were some kind of entertainment and were supposed to be out in the night air doing whatever it is they were doing.

‘Thwup’ Jamie felt something hard hit her in the shoulder. It was a cinnamon donut now lying in the dirt. She looked for the source of who threw it. This time two more were launched one hitting her in the belly and the other hitting her mom in the boob. They both stopped dancing to see who was throwing donut holes.

They held up their hands to defend themselves, but no further barrage of pastry was incoming. Short Round hadn’t thought untying their feet was necessary. The girls could have probably broken the cord had they needed to run. As they were, they seemed like perfect targets for three trouble making kids looking for something to do.

The fair had some areas that were so well lit, that by contrast some areas seemed to be absolute darkness. The donuts had been thrown from one of those spots. The girls called out to who was there, but no answer.

“Wow, that sucks.” Wendy wiped some cinnamon off her boob, sucking a little with her finger.

“Gross.” Jamie scrunched her nose.

“What? I am starving. It’s no worse than we do at home. If whoever threw it is gone, I am going to pick one up and eat it.” she remembered saying something about that earlier.

“Whoever threw it is probably standing over there giggling at us.” Jamie watched in the darkness for signs of who the culprit was.

“And you think he’ll giggle HARDER if he sees me eat his donut?” Wendy said practically. “If you are really embarrassed if I grab it off the ground, I won’t do it.”

“No, we have eaten stuff Dad rolled to us on the ground before. If you want to grab it, do it.” Jamie admitted. “We’ve got maybe ten minutes left and then Dad will come back for us. Who knows when he’ll feed us?” She did not seem particularly concerned about it. It was more that she had accepted that this is just how it is going to be for a while, and was offering some conciliatory gallows humor about their shared situation.

Wendy waited until there was a lull in people walking past, and shimmied to the ground, picked up a donut. It was still fresh and hot and coated in course ground cinnamon and sugar, making it difficult to tell how much of it may have been sand. Wendy closed her eyes, took a breath and popped it in her mouth.

She stood up and started shaking her hips again and dancing around. “It really wasn’t bad.” she told her daughter.

Jamie smirked. She would not do this if she were not absolutely famished. She scanned the ground near her for one that may have hit her. Tiny little balls of dough about an inch around are hard to spot, especially with all the other straws, drink cups and cigarette butts people discard. There it was, resting near the sign that tethered both her and her mom in place. She bent over at the waist more by habit than anything else. Her father had instructed her unless told otherwise to do it, and they actually practiced it one afternoon. She grabbed the little ball of dough hoping Short Round would not see and come over and make fun of them.

“YOINK!!!” a voice from behind imitated that sound cartoons make when something has just been swiped. Jamie felt her tail being pulled out completely in one clean stroke. She spun around on her heel to see what happened, still chewing the donut hole.

It was a fat kid from her school, Bobby Glenn. He was standing next to the three boys who had paid her to kiss her mom earlier. He was holding her Ostrich plume tail in his chubby fingers. The plastic red butt plug was dangling from the end with just a little bit, of what might be petroleum jelly still on it.

Jamie put her hands instinctively over her now bare pussy. She had only had a few inches of material in front, just enough to cover her slit. That with the paint gave the impression she was not exactly naked, dressed strategically to hide about as much as a Vegas showgirl, yes but naked no.

Without the tail, her engorged clit and pink pussy lips, with silver hoop was fooling no one. She was bottomless, and for that matter wearing only two buttons over her bare, free hanging tits. She had grown slightly more confident with the illusion of some modesty, which the tail’s removal erased. Her sore asshole throbbed when the tail had been slipped out. If it hadn’t made her feel so vulnerable, the removal would have still been a relief.

“Please give that back, Sir” Jamie pleaded. Wendy was not sure what to do either. One hand on the single tie holding her own wrap, and the other hand in a mock fist, she wasn’t sure what she’d do, but she would go down trying.

Clint held the anal plug from the tail in his hand. “She wasn’t kidding, this was all that was holding her tail on!” he said still disbelieving it.

“Dude, that has her poop on it!” His friend Chuck emerging from behind him in the darkness sounded grossed out. This could only mean Millhouse was not far behind as well.

“So?” Clint sniffed it, like a fine cigar. “I don’t think so.”

“Listen, we did the kiss for you, we were nice to you, why do you want to be mean to us?” Wendy pleaded with Clint.

His older brother answered for him. “We aren’t being mean, we just fed you. Those were our donut holes you ate. So now you owe us.”

“What do you want, Sir” Jamie trembled.

“I like it when you call me Sir. I heard you were starting to act freaky. Did a senior strip dare, in the bathroom, with a banana.”

Cathy Griffin’s cheerleaders, the ones she had under her thumb had all ‘spontaneously’ been doing “Senior Strip Dares” (even some of the junior’s like Jamie). These mostly harmless pranks were slightly above mooning or skinny-dipping in the gym pool, but usually with a touch of humiliation if you knew they were doing it because they were blackmailed into it. Most of the school that caught the performances assumed it was some kind of initiation into the cheerleaders or senior prank. There had even been a few copycats who streaked across the campus for the attention.

Every few days there had been something of an incident. This was good news for the boys who enjoyed the impromptu shows where they get to see the most popular girls at school bare all. Bad news for the school administrators, the Principal had abruptly resigned, and some of the incidents (Jamie’s included) had been buried in a pending file.

“I barely know you, Sir.” Jamie had a hand over her crotch and another at her side, hand clenched. “Why don’t you leave us alone, please?”

Short Round waddled over to where the boys were standing “Is there problem?”

“Yes, we bought a kiss earlier, and these two don’t want to take pictures with us.” Clint lied “Then I spilled my donut holes on the ground on accident and these two pigs grabbed them off the ground and ate them, and while she was down there, her tail fell out, I was asking if I could put it back.”

That had CLEARLY not happened the way the boy was saying. Even Short Round had to know better.

“Is this true?” Short Round asked Jamie. If he did know better, he wasn't letting on.

“No sir”

The boys had their arms folded, with a smug sense of satisfaction.

“Do you have their money?” Short Round asked.

“Yes Sir” Wendy answered.

“Let me see it!” He demanded.

Wendy felt a fresh wave of humiliation waft through her as she realized where the money was. This was a boy from Jamie’s school, who was being cruel to both of them. She had been through much worse, things over the past few days. She sucked a guy’s dick behind a dumpster; she had been fucking a guy at work and letting him use her there. She had even actually prostituted herself one night. There were too many things to name. Why did she feel like walking away, dragging the sign behind still attached to her feet and giving up? Her heart felt like it had dropped from her chest and was floating around in her stomach.

“Well bitch, you have their money or they lying?” Short Round’s broken English seemed to shift, sometimes almost sounding like an angry Indian customer service agent. Sometimes his sentences more structured.

“They did pay us, yes Sir”

“Which one did you kiss?” Short Round demanded.

“We kissed each other, for them Sir.” Wendy’s answers were getting harder; much like her first affirmations to Bill had been, before she felt more confidence.

Her answer was confirmed by the giggles from the boys.

“Show me the money!!” Short Round imitated a tiny Tom Cruise (although from what I hear, he is not that much taller).

Jamie looked at her mom courageously. “Show him the money, it’s okay.” She had her other hand over her ass crack now. She was facing forward, but felt that some of the people passing by might be curious enough to turn around and investigate. After all, one person gets in line; another person does too to see where it may go. They didn’t have a full on altercation happening, but if enough people start standing around talking, people are bound to check it out.

Wendy reached behind her skirt, adjusting it slightly, and reaching between the webbing, pulled the money out of her crack.

The one they called Millhouse spoke up accusingly. “She accepted my money between her boobs, and then I saw her stick it in between her butt cheeks!”

Wendy shook her head in disbelief. No kind act goes unpunished it seems. She had thought to be flirty with Millhouse and give him a playful show, and here he was making it sound like she had molested him. He had seen her tits; they were all looking at them right now with the exception of the nipple. All she had done was pulled them apart to take the dollar.

“You have more dollars hiding up that fat ass?”

“No Sir. I swear.” Wendy’s butterflies in her stomach were at Defcon 5, and they were launching missile strikes against all foes.

“Let me see!” Short Round demanded.

She was facing him and the path of customers and fair attendees. “Will you come around behind me, Sir?”

“Who is boss?”

“You are Sir” she answered hopelessly. There was only five more minutes at most left before Bill would be back. She couldn’t believe she preferred his torment to the torment she was currently getting. It might be their ages, and Short Round’s height. It might just be they were strangers that were causing her to want to resist. It might also be that she did not feel morally obligated to answer to Short Round the way she did to her husband due to her past transgressions.

“Tick Tock, Tick Tock!” Short Round pointed to an imaginary watch on his wrist. “We look like we got all night. You holding out on me?”

Wendy waited until there was a lull in foot traffic past the store. Chang’s was on one of the main arteries off the midway. The traffic could be in the dozens, but right now was a rare moment when other than them, there was almost no one besides a few vendors from other stores watching.

She turned around to face Short Round, bent at the knee slightly, lifted up the shawl letting it rest on her back, and pulled her cheeks apart. “Satisfied, Sir?”

“Wow, I told you she was naked under that dress!” one of the boys shouted as if he had just won a jackpot.

“Close you fart maker.” Short Round made a show of waving his hand in front of his nose as if he smelled something beastly. He was satisfied Wendy had no more cash to give.

There was some giggling from the boys. They couldn’t be sure what was happening, but they were liking what they saw.

“You want buy tail? Fifteen dollar.” Short Round told the boys quieting them down. His attitude was just as rude to them as it was to the girls. Wendy tried to console herself that at least he was consistent in his rudeness and hadn’t singled them out.

“Fifteen dollars? It has been used!”

“I see that. You want? You buy.”

Jamie suddenly felt a little hope shine through her window. She hadn’t expected Short Round to cut them some slack. Given what he just made her mother do, she assumed he would side with the boys.

“No, what the fuck would I do with it?” Bobby asked the diminutive shopkeeper.

“Shove it up you ass! That is what!” That was funny no matter who you are. Even Bobby had to laugh at the little man’s comic timing in delivering his line.

Short Round was already walking back to his counter. “Put it back, and take you fucking pictures. I don’t give a fuck. Girls not give you trouble any longer! I back now!”

“I get to put it back.” Bobby said ominously to Jamie, who had felt relief on her tight asshole for only a short minute. The other three were futilely jockeying to get it out of his hands and be the one to put it back.

“I believe he meant to hand it to me, so I can get dressed. You can’t just take people’s costumes.”

“I could just run off with it.” He seemed to want her to dare him to prove he would.

“You could, but the security would catch you for shoplifting.”

“The same security that stopped you from standing out here all night flashing your tits?” Bobby asked skeptically.

“There aint no security, we tipped over a port-a-potty, put cotton candy in a girls hair, and kicked somebody’s cat.” He listed his pranks as if they were something to brag about.

Wendy tried to broker a deal and be the voice of reason. She had been a good negotiator in her profession, how hard could these boys be to break. “What is it you guys want to leave us alone, sir?”

“I want to throw an entire box of donut holes at you both, and I want you to eat them off the ground.” Bobby sneered.

“No, pour a slushee on their heads!” Chuck added.

Millhouse meekly suggested, “While we take pictures.”

“No, make them do jumping jacks. I want to see them tittays bounce!” Clint tried to sound as tough as his older brother did.

Wendy waited for their apparent leader to pick which one he wanted, if he’d put the tail back.

“Okay, that sounds good.” Bobby nodded his head at them. “I want you to let us throw donuts at you while you do jumping jacks, and we take pictures, when we run out of donuts we cool you off with a slushee. Game on?”

Jamie wasn’t feeling particularly sporty, especially since he hadn’t picked one condition. He’d combined them all into a mega-condition. They didn’t play fair. Her dad and Chris had a sense of fairness and balance about their twisted games. They would have only picked one.

A family walked past, and looked Jamie up and down. Unsure if she was wearing a bathing suit, the mother hastened them on their way.

“Will you put the tail back first?” Jamie pouted, defeated.

The boys agreed. Wendy wanted to warn her daughter they only have minutes left before Bill will be here. They could probably just wing it without the tail. It may be better to let this go. Bill wasn’t always punctual, but she had to believe he was only minutes away.

Looking both ways and seeing another lull in customers, she realized the ‘cavalry’ such as it was in the form of her husband and Chris were not on their way.

Wendy untied her shawl in a moment of self-sacrifice, stopping her daughter before she spun her back to face them. “You can wear this”

“Mom, no!” Jamie was already holding the shawl, her words being ignored.

Wendy turned her back to face them, spreading her ass cheeks as she had before. “Do you know how to put it back, sir?” wiggling her butt as playfully as she could imagine, despite the resentment for these little bastards building up inside of her. “Hurry up sir, or the deal is off.”

‘GLOOOP’ the plug went in Wendy’s ass very easily. It was lubricated, and still warm. She turned around, locking the front part in place to cover her. She was a bigger girl than her daughter, and having it on felt far more naked than she had felt in the wrap-around skirt. As her face went red, she could not help but focus on something that was said earlier in jest. The phrase “You got your chocolate in my peanut butter” that they had guessed her son might say in a scenario where they switched plugs. The joke, or perhaps the safety net of her familiarity with her son's twisted sense of humor helped her endure being plugged with her daughter's tail.

The two started their jumping jacks immediately after the plug was in and secure. Cheering in a cadence as if they no longer saw the boys “Madam” Clap “Chang's” Clap “Oriental” Clap “Emporium” clap “of Novelties”. Every word they expanded their legs and arms, causing their tits and ass to bounce, and on the clap they brought it back again bringing with it a new set of jiggles. Wendy couldn't believe how much more uncomfortable it was to do the jumping with the tail in. Why hadn't her daughter complained about this, or for that matter brought up what might be going on in her body due to the stimulation of the piercings? She wondered.

At first the boys were not sure if they were being ignored. “THWUP” the first donut hole hit Wendy in the neck.

She didn’t stop jumping jacks. They repeated the store’s name as wave after wave of those warm moist donut holes hit them, one in the tit, one in the shoulder. One aimed at her ass cheeks from the side. It only took a minute for the boy’s to be almost out of ammunition.

No one stopped them or said anything. There were dunking tanks where you throw a ball and dunk a wise-cracking clown. There were renne faire style wooden stocks where you threw tomatoes at medieval wise-cracking clowns. To most, this might have seemed like a game. Short Round was probably wishing he had thought of it himself. He could be heard giggling in the background.

“Hey Stop that!!” it was a man’s voice in the distance.

Had Bill come to stop the boys before they both got iced slushee dumped on their head? Had Security come to put an end to this spectacle? Had someone come up with a better idea to torment the girls? All of these questions raced through Wendy and Jamie’s mind collectively.