The Family Feud III

Chapter Twenty-Five
“Bust Buy”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 36
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 0,0,1,0,0
JAMIE: 39
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 0,0,1,0,0

**The Taylor’s Story returns to the previous narrative voice.

There was a lull while everyone processed what had just happened. All four of them had just crossed a new threshold in their arrangement and each of their minds were abuzz with questions, concerns, guilt and in a few cases elated lustful desires.

“What do you think that was, a W or an O?” Bill asked his son, as he got his second wind and recovered from the orgasm he just had into his daughter’s mouth.

“What do the letters mean again, Dad?” Chris asked.

“W, is ‘working’, and they definitely worked the cum out of our cocks. O is for obedience, and they obeyed well.”

“When they suck other people’s cocks it should be a W, I will go with an O, for Orgasm for when they polish our peckers. It is easier to remember that way.”

“Great, O it is! We will just keep track on note paper, until I can think of a way to keep it better organized.” Bill scratched some letters down on a scrap of paper as if the matter was as trivial as writing down a phone number. They were purposely ignoring the girls, leaving Wendy with cum still drying on her face as she lay on the living room floor.

“I’d put it in my cell phone, but those have a habit of walking away.” He glared at the his wife and daughter to make his point about their phones earlier in the day.

“You can lick the cum off your mom’s face, hurry up, Ass Face.” Bill made it sound like this was a privilege as he commanded his daughter to lick her mom’s messy face.

“If Jamie is Ass Face, what does that make Mom?” Chris asked while they watched Jamie go on all fours over to her mother, licking the cum off her face. She seemed reluctant at first, but after a few quick swaths of her tongue, she found she didn’t mind the salty taste and awkward position of cleaning her mother.

“What do you mean?” Bill replied to his son’s question with confusion. He had called Jamie “Ass Face” the way he called her slut, cunt, bitch or any number of names.

“Well that is the second time you called her Ass Face, is it a nickname?”

“I hadn’t thought about it like that. I just called her Ass Face, because everything that comes out of her mouth hole has been shit lately. I like the idea of nicknames though.”

“Pet names” Chris offered and they both fist bumped “Bro's before Ho's”.

“We’ll have to try a few on your mom and see what sticks. I like that idea.” He looked over at his daughter who was finishing cleaning her mom “We’ll call you bitches, cunts, twats, and so on, but from now on, Jamie you will answer to Ass Face as your personal pet name. When we say Ass Face we always mean you. Understood?”

“Yes Sir”

“We have a lot of things to get done if we are going to the football game. I still need to think about that, so you two cunts face us in inspection position one so we can do your affirmations.”

“Wait, I thought we had an agreement that if one of us says something, it goes. Why is it just up to you about the football game, Dad?”

Wendy and Jamie stood up with legs shoulders width apart, chest out, head straight. Hands placed on ass cheeks pulling them both apart, and knees slightly bent to face the men. Wendy silently wished her son would know better than to have disagreements in front of her and Jamie. It undermined their authority. Then she wondered how she had gotten so turned around in whose side she was on. Only days earlier she was realizing what an advantage it was that they weren’t working like a team as she and Jamie had done.

“Yeah, but I am her father, and if she gets suspended from school or worse that is a big deal. It could have an effect on the rest of her life even after the training is over.”

“Dad, am I an equal owner of Ass Face or not?”

“Is this where you are going to draw me a mental chart and get me to agree to a big tattoo?” Bill was half serious offering some levity and conceding his son’s point. “Fine, I agree. You are her owner too. When we are apart, whomever is present decides, but when we are together, we have to both agree. That is fair, and you are absolutely right. I am sorry about that.”

“Hey, don’t apologize. We have just added these new rules and it is going to take some time to work it all out. I vote she does the stunt tonight at the half-time show. Since you aren’t convinced, allow me to drive the affirmations and if you still say no, then I will acquiesce.”

Bill was surprised his son knew what “acquiesce” meant. He didn’t, but he assumed it meant he’d let Bill have his way. Bill couldn’t hide the look of pride on his face for his son, not that he wanted too. He was seeing things in him, he had never seen before and it was all for the better.

“Ass Face, are you now a cum gobbler?” Chris began the affirmations.

“Yes Sir, I am a cum gobbler.” Jamie tried to sound positive but choked a little on the last two words.

“How many cocks have you put in your pretty little mouth today, Ass Face?”

“Four sir”

“Are you ashamed of what you did?”

“I am kind of.” Jamie struggled with the answer. “Not to you and Dad, now you know I am serious about completing the training. I want to thank you for the “O” you gave us, it was very generous.”

“Brown-noser” Chris smirked. His sister's face remained calm and serious with only a slight hint of a grin, keeping her eyes forward and her composure, awaiting his question. “You seemed to really enjoy sucking Dad’s dick. Is that what you did when you blew the other three guys?”

“I am still learning Sir. The first three I don’t think I did as good of a job, but they came so I guess that is the goal. I just decided if I am going to do it, I may as well do the best one I can.”

“Good girl, and you want to learn to be a better cock-sucker?”

Bill was unsure what this had to do with the football game. He had a lot of places he wanted to get to tonight. He was getting impatient, but he was also curious what his daughter might say.

“Yes Sir, if I am going to be a cock sucker, I may as well learn all the tricks of the trade.” Jamie’s trademark positive attitude made her response of doing the best she can at anything she tries seem completely natural despite the taboo surrounding exactly what she was willing to be good at.

“Mom, tell Ass Face one trick that she may not know about sucking dicks?”

“One thing I do, is hum a few bars from Warrant’s “Cherry Pie” sometimes.” She was surprised she answered without hesitation. The response not only reinforced that she accepted Jamie’s pet name was “Ass Face”, but that she had a ready tip to offer on giving good head.

It was clear neither of them understood what she was talking about.

“May I demonstrate on you, Sir?”

Chris nodded and his mother knelt before him, cradling his semi-flaccid cock and putting her mouth on it like a harmonica. Then she began to ‘hum’ a song into it, sending ticklish feelings all up and down his spine. After she finished the demonstration she returned to her inspection position crisply. “You guys probably never heard Cherry Pie, so probably something more current with a good beat. I haven’t been listening to the radio lately.”

“Ass Face, pop quiz. You are told to give a hummer, what song do you pick?” Chris surprised his Sister with a rapid fire question.

“Lady Gaga, Born this way?”

“Lame, think again.”

“Taylor Swift…”

Before she could finish naming the song he cut her off, dismissing anything by the goody-two shoes teen pop artist. Chris strode to the computer and typed in youtube “Bubble Pop”. A cute Asian girl named Hyuna began singing A cute, catchy, bouncy song with an obvious sex appeal, and a sexy beat.

(Ooh Boy) neoege nal matchujin ma

(Hey Boy) naege deo baraji ma

(My Boy) geopumcheoreom geojit mameul

Bubble Bubble Bubble Pop!

Bubble Bubble Pop! Pop!

Oooh, Ah, Ah, Ooh, ooh.

Despite being in a foreign language, the bubbly song had an infectiously uptempo style that oozed a vibrant sexiness.

“Get over here on your knees, both of you!” Chris demanded and then he presented his cock which was almost fully hard. “You each take a side, now hum.” He positioned their heads on either side of his dick, so that their noses touched and they blew onto his dick sending him waves of tingling pleasures all up and down his spine.

They puffed air, both in tandem with one another to the groove of the song. Looking into each other’s eyes while they did it to the absurdly saccharine sweet lyrics, they couldn’t help but smile. It made the disturbing act of giving a joint hummer to son/brother a little more palatable to them both.

“This is the song you two cocksuckers will hum from now on when you are twerking on peckers, until you are told otherwise. You will practice to this song, and you will learn to dance this, a mother-daughter cheer of some kind.”

He let them look at the computer monitor. The tall gorgeous Korean girl was expertly shaking her ass in time with the song. Even without understanding the language, there was enough English and imagery to know this song was inspired by American pop stars like Miley Cyrus and Brittany Spears and it oozed sex appeal.

“Hear this part? That is dubstep” Chris noted a break in the song where the music changes up and becomes a grindy, trance-techno pop and loses some of its sugary-sweetness. He placed the palms of his hands on their head and turned them to face his hard dick once again, and let them continue humming.

“I wanna see you dry hump the air, wiggling your asses like this video while you give me hummers in the future.” It was all over so quickly, the two of them had jointly blown on Chris’s cock as if it was perfectly normal. He stopped them before he came a second time once he was satisfied they understood his new hummer requirements.

“Good, get your asses back in front of Dad, so we can talk about the cunt stunt tonight.”

Chris quickly explained what he had in mind for Jamie at the half-time game. It sounded outrageous, and over the top. “Ass Face, tell your owners why you want to take this dare? It sounds like some administrator would probably put a stop to it before it begins. If they do, she gets three stars just for showing the courage to try. Like you say mom, the old college try.” Chris continued. “She gets five stars if she finishes it. Ass Face, tell your owners why you want to take this dare.”

“If Dad doesn’t want me to do it, the way you were describing it, it does sound a little extreme, maybe I shouldn’t sir.”

“Oh, chickening out? I thought you were ready to focus on more important things?”

“I am. I agree.” Jamie’s mind was racing with the idea that like the tattoo, the piercings and the three way cock sucking she had begun today, she may have just once again opened a Pandora’s box in suggesting she sacrifice her popularity at school in a grand gesture. “I could just quietly resign from cheer leading and all the clubs and organizations I’ve been focusing on. That way there would be less embarrassment for everyone. They will probably throw me off the squad before half-time anyway. This is my first game I am going to be without my spanks.”

Jamie went on to paint a picture of doing the pyramid with the girl right beneath her holding her up with a fist directly on her bald cunt. Doing jumps and high kicks and how obvious it would be to anyone she has nothing on underneath her short skirt.

“Actually, you WILL have an opportunity to wear a chastity belt if we get going in time. It will seem to most people you’ve got something on under your skirt,” Bill’s suggestion eliminating that particular roadblock. He was usually a person who looked for reasons something wouldn’t work, it was still a new experience looking for ways it could.

“Earlier today, I realized that you guys are most important to me. I’ve spent my life away at cheerleading camp, or modeling, or scouts, clubs and organizations. I didn’t get to know you as much as I should have, because I was focusing on being what I thought I was supposed to be, Sir.”

“What you thought you were supposed to be?” Bill asked.

“Because of my looks and how everyone treats me. I just assumed I was supposed to go be a popular cheerleader. I don’t even know why. What is the point when high school is over? I was just being popular to be popular. Some people do it to get the perfect boyfriend, girlfriend, or to stroke their own ego, or to run in the right clique. I am not sure why I was doing it. Chris made a good point. That if I am going to go out, may as well go out with a bang, and not a whimper.”

Bill raised a curious eyebrow. That was a way of thinking about it he hadn’t considered. His pragmatic mind had a checklist:

Is this no benefit to me? = yes.

Does this involve extra effort to me= yes

Does this have risks that I don’t want to deal with = yes

Three “Yes” answers on the Bill’s priority checklist was an automatic “no” to him. She had made him willing to keep an open mind. Bill was wary each time he had deviated from his checklist like when the tattoo happened, and Rahjid’s motel happened.

“And what if you get suspended from school, Ass Face?” he asked politely, wanting to be convinced. The tone of his question contrasting sharply with the word, 'Ass Face', being used in a sentence.

Jamie smirked again at the tone of his voice and how polite and casual it sounded even though he called her 'Ass Face'. “Well, that is a good point, Sir. I don’t imagine you want me home unsupervised while you are out on job interviews.”

He cleared his throat unintentionally. Wendy smirked, she knew that Bill was probably NOT on job interviews.

“Didn’t you say in the gym when we were wrestling, that he could send you outside on all fours with Rosco every day?” Chris asked his sister.

“You guys wrestled in school, and they allowed that?” Bill interrupted before she could clarify that she had actually said it in an exaggerated joke, “He’d PROBABLY send me outside on all fours with Rosco!”

“Yes Sir, they aren’t that old fashioned.” Jamie hadn’t intended for her tone to sound as condescending and imply her father’s generation was out of touch. It just came out that way.

“So who won?” he looked to his son expectantly ignoring his daughter’s tone for now.

“Neither of us won, we had to do jumping jacks until the end of the class.”

“Damn, that is harsh.” Bill looked sympathetically at his son, but ignored his daughter’s reaction.

“Coach Andretti is harsh. The other day he said to me, “Taylor - you are slow, fat and lazy!” then he paused before delivering his punch line “Coach already knows my name!”

“That couldn’t be Gerald Andretti?, I went to high school withhim. Hair greased up and slicked black, Italian, New Jersey accent?” Bill asked.

“The very same.” Chris answered.

“He was a huge stoner when I was a teenager. He hated jocks. He used to hang around behind the gym and we’d, I mean I would see him spark up joints. I would never have pictured him turning out to be a high school gym teacher.” Bill seemed surprised.

“Okay, and you want to spend the next week outside on all fours like Rosco if you get suspended from school?”

“No Sir, actually I was just kidding. I meant to say you would PROBABLY send me out there, because you would be so mad.”

“You are absolutely right, that is exactly where you belong. You are an Ass Faced house pet. When you crawl on all fours I can’t tell which end is your face and which is your ass. Are you too good to be on the lawn?”

“No sir, I was just outside..” She was cut off before she could point out she had just spent an hour getting sun on the lawn in the nude.

“Why do we call you Ass Face?” Bill didn’t have the patience to hear her answer to his last question.

“Because I talk so much shit, sir.” Jamie almost sighed her response.

“Why do we treat you like a house pet?”

“Because I treated you both like house pets, and made fun of you, and this is payback, Sir?” Her answer sounded like a question at the end.

“Good guess, also because you are a whiny little cunt, who needs to learn you aren’t too good that you can’t be brought down a notch. Humility of spreading your ass on all fours, Obedience of staying where you are told, Patience of sitting all day with nothing to do or anyone to talk to besides Rosco, Endurance of the hot sun and conditions in the dog house. Give me one good reason you should be anywhere else if you get suspended?”

“I can’t Sir, and if you want me outside, I will obey like a good girl.” Jamie was flustered. “Maybe the risk to our reputation as a family though is too great.” She sounded reluctant to proceed. She still remembered how she narrowly missed suspension after the famed “Banana in the bathroom incident” with the last principal.

“Our reputation? How would this reflect on me? That I have a slut daughter? I enjoy exposing you as a little slut. You have been a cock tease and a princess for too long. You are the slut whore of a slut mother. Are you not?”

“Yes Sir, I am a slut whore.”

“I’d let more people know about it, if I wasn’t a reasonable man. I could probably make a ton of money in the legitimate porno business with you and your mom doing incest acts for video. Don’t tell me I am a dreamer either! I may have fucked up the first time I dabbled in porno, but this time I would find a buyer for whatever content you two bitches can provide.”

“You can say I am a dreamer, but I am not.” Chris said.

“What?” Bill turned to his son.

“John Lennon, he said, ‘You can say I am a dreamer, but I am not.’”

Bill laughed at his son, unsure if he intended that to be funny or not. He finished his son’s quote “The only one.”

“The only one, what?”

“Never mind, son. Anyway.” He turned back to his daughter. “You want to go out with a bang, I respect that. I support that. You can do the dare with my blessing, but you will wear the chastity belt. That is the only way I will let you go through with it. With the understanding, that your daytime will mostly be spent as Rosco’s new companion.”

“I am not sure, Sir.” Jamie had mixed feelings about going through with it now.

“You are going to pussy out now? After you got me to agree to it? You were willing to do the entire family fun night for ten stars. This is maybe ten minutes of time, what is the difference?”

“Those were not all my school mates, Sir.” Jamie was weighing her options.

“Some of them were, and didn’t some of the pictures make it around the school today?” Chris interjected his question. This news surprised Wendy and Bill.

“What if an administrator had seen those pictures?” He asked his son.

“I am sure they did. They were on posters all over the school.”

Bill shook his head. Things really had changed since he attended Cherry Lawn in the 1980s. He thought it was pretty wild when for senior prank they had taken a cow upstairs and put all the cafeteria tables on the roof.

“Eight stars, not a penny more. You do a good job, and you get Chris’s five, plus my three. Final offer, Ass Face.”

She decided not to say anything and just nod. She knew he was talking to her.

Jamie looked at her mom, who gave her a supportive look but offered no suggestion on whether to accept the offer or not. Wendy wanted to offer guidance, but she really felt it wasn’t her place.

“Don’t look at ‘Cow Tits’ for an answer. She isn’t in charge of her own ass, much less yours.” Bill insisted.

“Oooh, Cow Tits. How is that for a pet name? You are on a roll dad.”

“Yeah, that works for now. Cow Tits, you like your name?”

Wendy wasn’t sure what to say, she didn’t particularly like the name. “Are you going to call us these in public?”

“In Green alert, most likely so. Why, would that embarrass you?” Bill knew it would.

“Yes Sir, I believe it obviously would. If people ask my name, I can still say Wendy?”

“You can say anything you want, but if you want to earn “H” for good performance in public, you will answer with your pet name or something equally as amusing. Understood? There are consequences to every choice. You want to prove your willingness to amuse the men of the family, here is your chance.”

“Am I Cow Tits because of something I do wrong, Sir?”

“You are Cow Tits, because of those fat udders you paid for with money we could have set aside for some important shit we are going to buy tonight – unless you have objections to how I handle the household finances?”

“No Sir, I am sure you’ve checked our accounts and what we owe, I trust you to make the right decisions. You are right, that was greedy of me to pay for the boob job with money we could have used for a college fund for the kids.”

Bill was thinking more like an Xbox360 or new truck, but he didn’t want to quibble over details (or admit his desires were also pretty selfish).

Wendy was thinking that the boob job had given her an edge in advancing her career, but she didn’t want to open that can of worms just yet. She also wasn’t completely truthful about trusting Bill to have the finances worked out.

She HOPED he knew how much they were taking in and how much needed to go out. She had a careful balance worked out so that electric, water, car payments, house payment, credit card payments could all be made around her semi-monthly pay cycle.

Wendy felt it should be obvious when to pay what bill from their shared online banking account, so she assumed he would take care of it. It was important to him to be the “man of the house” with the money. She was relinquishing motherly authority over her kids, and personal authority over her own body, she couldn’t very well claim authority over the money. Wendy felt Material items had to be lower on her personal priority list. She held out hope he would handle those affairs. It is only two weeks, how bad can things get? She thought to herself.

Bill and Chris went back and forth with a few more general affirmations before giving the girls an abbreviated inspection and instructing them what to wear.

Jamie was in a powder blue tank top that did nothing to hide her puffy nipples and hooped piercings, and a plaid catholic school girl skirt. She had black platform pumps with shiny buckles and straps to complete the ensemble.

Wendy had on a yellow tube top that just covered her boobs, exposing her shoulders and stomach. The elastic material did nothing to hide the outline of her piercings but it was thicker than her daughter’s sheer tank top.

Almost as if compensating for the benefit of the thicker material, her purple micro mini skirt was slit down the side, and left almost nothing to the imagination. It was tight around her waist, causing her to have to wear it even higher than it was supposed to be worn. The bottom of her pussy lip was right at the edge of the bottom of the skirt.

She had on red “fuck me pumps” as she would describe them. The entire outfit clashed and gave the distinct impression she was a street walker.

The girls had been told to apply heavy makeup, straighten their hair and hustle into the back of the truck.

“Can you two ride back here on all fours without me tying you down?” Bill asked patronizing his wife and daughter, as he loaded them into the back of the truck.

They both nodded, and he slapped Wendy’s ass.

“Yes Sir!”

Before he could slap Jamie’s pert ass she answered “Yes Sir” like her mother had.

Bill fired up the truck and headed to the nearest Best Buy electronics store. He and his son were talking in the front seat and Jamie and Wendy were getting blasted by wind in the back of Bill’s black Ford Ranger pickup.

The girls could only talk to one another when he slowed down at a red light.

“Well Ass Face, this is another fine mess you got us into.” Wendy smirked quoting an old line from Laurel and Hardy.

“Hey, at least I am not Cow Tits!” Jamie responded with a laugh. She didn’t get the reference to Laurel and Hardy her mom was making, but it sounded cute to her anyway. She understood her mom wasn’t really blaming her for the mess they were in, at least she hoped not.

Wendy pretended to be hurt by her barb, but she knew it was meant to commiserate that the two of them were in this together.

“If they make a movie about us, instead of Thelma and Louise Part Two, they can call it “Ass Face and Cow Tits”. Wendy had a silly expression on her face.

She wished to herself that the pet names had more thought behind them. She wanted there to have been a deeper meaning. The pet names had been picked spontaneously, which in its own way only deepened Wendy’s humiliation and plummeting self-esteem instead of having been chosen carefully and with some lesson to be learned.

She smiled to herself as she turned that thought around in her head, realizing no matter what name was chosen it would probably sound horribly offensive.

“I knew you had been sucking dicks.” Jamie said after a long pause. Her blue eyes unwavering as she stared at her mother, studying her reaction to that.

“Yes, I knew you knew.” Wendy’s wintry smile implying that she had accepted she couldn’t keep that secret out. “Your father knows making me share myself with others is hard for me. I’ve been stingy with my time, my affection, my attention to even my family. I think on some level, he just wants me to realize that.”

“You don’t think it is just that he gets off on having you lick a bag of dicks?”

“A bag of dicks?” Wendy was shocked at her daughter’s question.

“Sorry, it’s an expression Chris keeps using. You know what I mean, sucking a lot of dicks.”

“Actually, I get it.” Wendy admitted. “I’ve been catching myself using his colorful speech too.” She grinned. It was her turn to get serious “Had you never gone down on anyone before today?”

Jamie looked hurt by the comment. This wasn’t the playful back and forth of two girls commiserating their shared miserable situation. “Why would I lie about that?”

“It’s just that Chris has sent you on dates. I just wondered if that didn’t come up?”

“Yes, it came up. That and a lot more. Chris had made it clear what my dates were paying for.” Jamie’s tone was forgiving of her mother’s question. Jamie could understand why her mother asked.

“Last night at the fair, he made me suck Gerald off.” Wendy admitted.

“What?” Jamie’s face lit up with an excited surprise. “When could that have happened?”

“When he was walking me around the midway. We ran into Gerald, and he took me into the port-a-potty.” Wendy admitted.

“Gross! Oh my God, Mom, that is SO nasty!”

Wendy could only make a face that seemed to say “So it was” because the truck sped up and they were once again blasted with wind and had to hold their heads down as they maintained their position in the back of the truck.

Every now and then a trucker would ‘toot-toot’ their horn when they pulled alongside the truck and could see the girls from high above. The girls smiled and waved and without exception every trucker seemed pleased with their response and didn’t seem to question why two girls would be kneeling in the back of a truck dressed like complete sluts.

The Best Buy near their house is like all of the chain outlets across the country, a vast blue and grey building with glass paned windows in the front harkening the modern shopper to stare at the latest HDMI Television screens or must-have gadget and gizmo. Tablets, Phones, Computers, Stereos, Appliances, Cameras, just about anything you could plug into a wall, they sell it.

There was always a fairly brisk amount of customers coming to the store at all hours of the day. The side of town the Taylor’s lived on afforded most people with the disposable income to purchase the technology that bettered their lives.

“What do you think they want here?” Wendy asked her daughter while Bill was looking for a parking space.

“What do they sell that they could torture us with?” Jamie joked.

“Maybe those bug zappers, hook it up somehow.” Wendy laughed at the mental image of one of the blue sparks bzzzting out of the lantern shaped zappers and striking her on her ass.

“I am glad you have a sense of humor about this, Jamie. If not for you, I think I would have freaked out a long time ago.”

“The name is Ass Face.” Jamie said with a wry expression. “I think you are strong enough, brave enough you could do anything you set your mind too. We have about a week left of it. We are half finished. If we stay positive, and try to find the humor in it, I think we’ll do just fine.”

“Something you can tell your grandchildren about, huh?” Wendy laughed painting a new mental image of Jamie in her mind- Jamie as a granny sitting in a rocking chair telling small children, “Back in my day, we spent two weeks as slaves to keep this family together.”

“Are you going to take them up on the half time show thing?” Wendy asked as Bill honked his horn at someone who just stole his parking space.

“I don’t know. I think they think I’ve already accepted it. I was looking at you for some sign of what I should do. Why didn’t you give me a nod if I should or shouldn’t?”

“Your dad would have shoved the remote control up my ass!” Wendy exaggerated, but she suspected his reaction would have been almost as unpleasant. “He would not let me have any authority over you. I can’t tell you what to do.”

“I know that, what I mean is you can advise me right? When I need guidance?”

“I think you already know what you want to do, Jamie. If you want to quit cheer leading, you basically have two choices. You can do it quietly and safely. They will think of something else humiliating for us to do tonight and then at the end of training, you have the option to salvage your personal life. It will be waiting for you. You may be able to find some balance between all the things you do at school, and home that works for you.”

Wendy thought that option sounded best. Wendy isn’t the kind of person to only look at one side of the coin so she felt compelled to give the other side fair representation. “If you go through with it, it will amuse your father and brother and probably a lot of the people in the stands. You’ll be 8 stars closer to getting out of this, which is by my calculations more than a full day of extra credit it knocks off your time serving. The downside is there will be no going back to your popular status I think. You’ll have committed social suicide.”

“Plus if I get kicked out of school, Dad says he would treat me like Rosco.” Jamie was genuinely worried about the possibility of that even though she struggled with imagining how that would work.

“There is that.” Wendy tried to sound reassuring. “Tomorrow is Saturday, and they’ll have the entire weekend to make our lives a hell. You remember last weekend when we first started this? They have had five days to think of new torments to subject us too. The corrections? You have to go to Mrs. Waxerman’s house. Compared to that, being in our backyard is going to be fun times.”

“Yeah, that was pretty rotten luck drawing the Waxerman Lawn Challenge. It makes it even scarier they named all of the cards in the bowl!”

“You have the get out of punishment free card, you should probably use it.” Wendy could tell the truck was pulling into a parking space.

“And miss out on bonus points?” Jamie quipped optimistically as the truck stopped. It was obvious Jamie's “I must do all extra-credit assignments' in school was bleeding over into the training. Her mom couldn't be sure if Jamie was kidding or if she was really looking forward to the chance at the bonus stars. Moments later Bill and Chris emerged from within the truck.

Bill opened the gate on the back of the truck, “C’mon, get out little doggies.”

“Do we need to cuff you bitches?” Chris asked as his mother and sister stepped out and on to the parking lot.

“No sir, we will look but not touch.” Wendy promptly responded.

The family browsed down the aisles of the store, it was clear Bill had an agenda. He was buying a new computer, monitor, and all the extra components to set up a network in his house.

“You two bitches, put your hands where we can see them. You will both push the cart.” Wendy and Jamie were instructed to keep both hands on the cart at all times. Bill would order them to load an item into the cart when he saw something catch his eye. He delighted in seeing them pick it up by bending at the waist. His wife had received several stares from people but no one said anything to them.

Best Buy is a very sobering place. Even with all the hustle and bustle of customers, the lighting and airy show room make people very aware of their surroundings. When someone is there who doesn’t seem to ‘fit in’ it is very noticeable.

Unlike at the fair when the two were dressed in impossibly small matching Pokémon character outfits, here Wendy and Jamie stood out like a sore thumb. They noticed mostly the glares from other women. They also registered the leering gazes of perverted old men. Some were discrete about it, while others eye-raped them to the point it was obvious they were following them around the store.

No one approached them and actually talked to the family. That is besides the blue-shirted sales people with their incessant “Can I help you find anything?”

Bill would just dismiss them. He was in a hurry, but he made a mental note at the girls discomfort. “I’ll have to come back here.”

“Why is that, Sir?” Wendy asked casually. The discipline was loose enough now that they were shopping that they could all talk freely.

“Let you and Ass Face wrap those lips around a member of the geek squad’s dick. Maybe I could get a discount or something.” Bill said dismissively as if that had been obvious.

Wendy wanted to make sure there was enough money on the credit card. She had to bite her tongue several times as they bought computer games and network cables, and a new camera. “The old one is 8 megapixels, this one is 10 megapixels, that is two more megapixels.” Bill explained to no one in particular, apparently justifying the purchase to himself.

“Are you two cunts ready for a little ‘cunt stunt’ as a warm up to tonight’s half-time show?” Chris said to his mother and sister not taking care to keep his voice down. Bill seemed a little disturbed at the interruption to his shopping. He had other places he wanted to be, but he kept his objections to himself. After all, the girls were as much his son’s as they were his, he told himself.

“I will award you three H letters a piece. All you have to do is walk around this carousel of digital cameras and snap a shot of your twat on the internal memory on every one of them on the display carousel.

The girls looked at one another to gauge each other’s interest in doing the dare. Jamie was still on the fence about doing the half-time ‘cunt stunt’ as her brother coined the term. She asked “I am sorry, what are the H’s for again Sir?”

“You two pigs don’t listen when we are talking, that is going to be your downfall,” Bill explained for his son, “Acceptance and participation in both humiliation dares, and living a life that recognizes and encourages your humility. The 'H' is for humiliation. This should be an easy one.”

Wendy picked up a small camera gingerly. It was on a metal ‘leash’ so that it couldn’t be removed from the stand of display cameras. She looked around the store as if she were about to stuff the camera under her skirt to steal it and she wanted to make sure no one was watching. When she was sure no one was directly watching her, she pulled it down as far as she could (having to stand on tip toes) and snapped a shot.

“Your turn, Ass Face.” She grinned at her daughter as she handed her the camera.

Jamie took it from her mother with some false bravado. She repeated the same look around the immediate area and with some effort to position herself so that she could get the camera under herself, snapped a photo and replaced it on the stand.

After the first three cameras, the girls were actually giggling conspiratorially with one another. This was a ‘fun dare’, which was a little naughty and exciting. They were probably feeling the same adrenalin rush that people get from shoplifting something they don’t need.

Bill and Chris smiled. There was little chance anyone would go back through the test shots people took with the camera and see these pictures. It is possible if they did, all they would see is a black, shaky image that barely seems like an up skirt shot at all. Chris liked to picture the look on someone’s face wondering if it was a pussy or the inside of someone’s mouth.

Chris even wandered off for a few moments to look at Wii games. He briefly considered how fun it would be to watch the girls jumping around to Wii Sports, and brought it back to the cart. His dad didn’t think twice, he just nodded his approval it should the game console and a few games should be added to the cart. He was absorbed in watching the spectacle the girls were making of themselves as they made their way around the display stand.

The part that was most amusing to Bill and Chris was that the women were actually laughing as they went from camera to camera playfully. There was that and the occasional customer who saw what they were doing and laughed or watched the hijinks.

That is until a sales person in the customary blue polo shirt and khakis walked up. “Hi, can I help you find what you need?” The pimple faced teenager said. His name tag read “Dalton”

“I am sorry, Sir. I don’t think you can.” Wendy could barely keep a straight face as she answered him. She was still on an adrenalin high over the absurdity of letting loose and playing the slut in such a mundane and ordinary store.

“Okay, it’s just that we had a few customers say that.” The young boy paused to think about what he would say next. “They said there was some shenanigans here.”

“We were just trying out the cameras, Sir”. Wendy spoke for them both.

The young man didn’t fall for her innocent act. Wendy hadn’t tried very hard to hide it, probably in part because the young man didn’t seem very imposing and seemed to be intimidated by them.

“I am afraid you have to come with me, back to the um, Office. We suspect that you may be shoplifting.”

Wendy and Jamie looked at Bill and Chris as if they were on a dance floor and someone had just pulled the needle off of a record.

“No Sir, we haven’t stolen anything. Where would we put it?” Wendy motioned with her hands at her skimpy outfit to accentuate her point. The humor of the moment passed and now she was quite serious.

“I was told to take you to the back, and await the police. You were flashing in our store and we suspect shoplifting. I didn’t want to say anything about the flashing because I didn’t want to alert the other customers.” He indicated to Bill and Chris who were watching the confrontation.

“They are with us, Sir. They can vouch for us.” Wendy looked at Bill and Chris for support, but the two just grinned with arms folded. They were letting Wendy sweat it out. Her heart was racing. Why would they let her twist in the wind and not help? She wondered to herself.

Bill walked over casually to the young man once he had heard enough. He decided to explain this was all in fun, and to ask to cut them some slack. He assumed he could just intimidate or talk reason and bluff the family out of the pickle they were in. “Look, let’s let the matter drop. They were just having a little fun. They can’t help themselves, they try to show their snatch wherever they go. What is a guy to do?” Bill shrugged as if he were helpless to change that.

“I got this, Dad.” Chris spoke up, interrupting his father’s explanation. “Listen, I assume none of your supervisors know about this, because if they did, they would have come over here themselves?”

The young man nodded at Chris. He was half his size but probably the same age.

“Alright, tell you what. Let’s make everyone happy. I assume there is some place private in the back? Pick either one of them, and if you will overlook the matter, she’ll suck your dick. We’ll stay here and erase the cameras. Do we have a deal, Bro?” He put out his hand to shake on it as if the matter were already decided.

Wendy, Bill and Jamie were in shock that Chris had just bluntly made that offer.

“Well now that you mention it, my buddy Reginald sent me over here. He is the one who told me to tell the cops. Let me go get him. Wait right here?”

The young man hustled into the computer department to talk to a tall black guy standing by the cash register.

“Okay, let’s just haul ass out of here. I don’t want the cops being involved.” Bill suggested, noting how naïve the young man had been to walk away and leave them unattended.

“If we make a break for it, they’ll stop us at the door before we can make it out of this giant store. I think he’ll go for my offer. You girls don’t mind taking one for the team and sucking a cock to keep us all out of trouble do you?”

The Taylor women were legitimately scared. “Sir, if I am late for my game, I may not be permitted in the half-time show?” Jamie muttered red-faced. She wanted to be anywhere but where she was right now.

“So you are sure you are going to do the half-time cunt stunt?”

“Yes Sir, I made up my mind. I will give it the ‘old college try’”. Jamie used her mom’s catchphrase. She shifted nervously, watching Dalton talk to Reginald at the cash register. They were looking back at the Taylor’s so any attempt at escape would have been noticed right away just like Chris said.

“Well, I am proud of you.” Chris said as if he were talking to a small child. “You don’t mind the consequences if you get suspended and that impresses me.”

Jamie remembered the consequences of getting suspended, but she decided to put that surreal scenario out of her mind and smiled.

“From this point on, if you are late and can’t get in the game you still get the three stars I promised for trying but not being able to do it. Relax. If you spend a night in jail, it will be better than doing what I have planned for you. We are the ones who will lose out on the money I will be making tonight from renting you both out. We should be the ones boo-hooing”. Chris’s tone was cavalier as if he saw this possible arrest as a trifling inconvenience, nothing more.

Dalton and Reginald walked over to where the family was standing in the Camera section. “I understand you are willing to settle this matter privately?” Reginald asked directly of Wendy. Reginald was very handsome and light skinned for a black guy, giving the impression he was probably of mixed origin.

“Yes Sir” She was surprised the sales agents didn’t focus on her daughter. Jamie was obviously closer to their age and much prettier. They were talking to her, which was flattering on one level. It helped her resign herself to doing whatever she had to do in the back to get everyone out of their current situation.

Reginald said “I wish I could, but store policy is that really we have to report it.” He looked Wendy up and down. “I don’t think I’d want to pat you down for possible shoplifting, anyway.” His confident grin implying he knew that he couldn’t do it without getting aroused.

“Hop up and down to show them you have nothing in your skirt or top.” Chris ordered as an appeasement to Reginald. “He doesn’t want to rub his hands all over you, he doesn’t know where you been. I don’t blame him.” He laughed.

Wendy and Jamie stared in disbelief at Chris for a full instant. How could he possibly expect them to do something so over the top, especially considering the charge was really indecent exposure. Then they looked at Reginald and Dalton to see their reaction.

Reginald had a sardonic grin on his face and his arms folded, while Dalton looked around nervously shaking his head not to jump around. “I think maybe that is the reason we had to stop them. If they dance around in the show room that could be problematic.” The geekier kid explained.

“I just saw some teenage girls on your Xbox Kinect playing ‘Dance Central’, they were jiggling and shaking and no one said a word. Sure, some perverts watched the young girls dance around.” He pointed to the video game console with installed web camera that inserts the player directly on screen and grades them on how well they dance. “You can’t tell me even you guys don’t watch hot young things playing that game?”

Chris’s negotiation and reason abilities were very uncharacteristic for him. He had shown the night before at Mikey’s tattoo parlor and family meetings the ability to reason, but that was with his own family. This was a whole new level of taking control of a situation that the family had never seen.

Dalton and Reginald looked at each other when he suggested they watch pretty girls play the dance games on the display console as if someone had just discovered a secret of theirs.

“So let them play a game of Dance Central, and if nothing pops out, you will let us go.” Chris offered.

“The problem is, I think something WILL pop out.” Dalton looked at Wendy’s top to imply her boobs might be what pops out.

“And it would be the first time someone played that game in the store and something popped out on accident?” Chris folded his arms.

“Good point, yes that does happen more frequently than you would imagine - one of the few bennies of working in this place. You had said something about a blow-job though?” Reginald asked without reservation moving to the topic of what he really wanted.

“Well, We are in a hurry and since there are two of you. Do you have a place more private?”

Wendy and Jamie felt powerless to offer anything in this discussion about what to do. They listened to Chris speak on their behalf, both of them turning red with embarrassment.

Bill stood next to his son, concerned with where this was going. If not for Chris’s confident responses, he felt he would step in and talk. It seemed like Chris knew what he was doing and Bill had to admit, he liked where things were going even if talk of calling law enforcement made him nervous.

“Actually yes. I know just the spot.” Reginald said with a smile. He took Wendy and Jamie by the hand and began to lead them away. “Ladies, will you come with me?”

“You can search them, If you find an SD card though in my sister’s butt crack, I brought that in with me.” Chris laughed at his own joke as he waved them goodbye.

“This is your sister?” Reginald looked appraisingly at Wendy as they were escorted to the back of the store. Wendy barely registered the compliment that anyone could think she was young enough to be Chris’s sister.

“No, the blonde one is my Sister. That one is my Mom.” Chris clarified about who his mother was in relation to him.

Reginald stopped and looked back at Bill and Chris to reassure himself. “You are cool with this?”

“Dad, do you want me to go with them to make sure they ONLY suck their dicks, while you pay at the register? We can meet you at the car?” Chris making it sound like his mother and sister would try to do more with the strange boys only added to their humiliation.

“That is your Dad?” Reginald couldn’t believe how bizarre this was turning out to be. “Yeah, you can come with us.”

Bill was confused. He was still wondering, how his son managed to get two Best Buy employees to agree to this outrageous situation of strip-searching his wife. He wondered if they could get fired if anyone found out. The power of the promise of a blowjob is not to be trifled with, he laughed under his breath.

“You seem to have this in hand son, can you be back in less than fifteen?” He tried to hide his concerns. He was also struggling with the fact that despite his many speeches about impulse buys, a lot of this stuff he had picked out he didn't really need. He shrugged as he told himself 'I am the King of the Castle, and my Castle needs new stuff. What is the point in handling the money if I can't get what I want?' Bill was already on his way to the cashier, leaving the matter of his wife and daughter completely to his son.

“If they suck dick like earlier today, probably be done in ten minutes.” Chris assured his father as he caught up with the salesmen and his mom and sister walking towards the back of the store.

“Mom, you know stealing is wrong, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir” she answered her son nervously.

“So you agree that if an employee suspects someone stole from the store, they have a duty to make sure no merchandise is lost?”

“Yes Sir, I see that.” She knew that this wasn’t the appropriate procedure. She also knew her son was toying with her for the benefit of the two guys leading them into the storage warehouse so she played along.

The warehouse was a wide open, dark place, stark in contrast to the well-lit and airy showroom. There were several people here working. “Surely, not here Sir?” Wendy asked her son, realizing he was more in control of the situation than Reginald.

“Did you want them to suck everyone’s dick back here, or just yours?” Chris asked Reginald and Dalton.

“Hah, that would be a trip. Your dad said fifteen minutes. We know a more secluded spot.” Reginald said calmly guiding the girls towards the back of the warehouse.

“Nope not back here.” Chris answered his mom’s concern about doing whatever they were going to do in the warehouse. “..And don’t call me Shirley”.

Guys working in the back moving packages around watched the party advance through the warehouse. It was very unusual for any customers to be back here, especially ones dressed so proactively. Jamie and Wendy could feel all eyes on them as butterflies began stirring in their stomach.

“Blowjob or not, you know if we find merchandise on them, we have to turn them in?” Reginald asked of Chris.

“Yeah, that seems fair. I am sure you will find the girls have no problem being put in handcuffs if they get arrested, do you?”

“Yes sir, we are used to it.” Wendy answered. She couldn’t believe the burning sensation and feeling of betrayal she had at Chris’s hands. She wondered why he wasn’t doing more to get them out of this predicament. He was so casual as if this walk of shame to the back of the store were completely routine.

“Get caught a lot for shoplifting?” Dalton’s question sounded serious to the girls.

“No, this would be the first time.” Jamie answered him. “When we are usually cuffed, it is so that we can’t get into any mischief.” Jamie was talking about some of the talks she had with her brother about why he handcuffed her in the mornings, so that he could keep an eye on her.

“Not get into as MUCH mischief”. Chris corrected.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Jamie found herself smirking at that distinction.

“You sluts are in deep shit. I hope you will be thanking me and these guys when this is all over for keeping management and the cops out of it?”

Wendy didn’t want to agree with her son. She had been quiet as they walked through the vast warehouse of row after row of cardboard boxes stacked on high. She thought to herself about how the dare had started off simple and how it even seemed fun on a certain level. Minutes later she is supposed to be thankful she and her daughter are being marched to some private security room for who knows what?

“Yes Sir, I guess we are getting off easy.” Jamie answered for the two of them, with a worried look that told her mom she may be thinking the very same thing she was.