The Family Feud III

Chapter Thirty-Two
“Tums spelled backwards is Smut”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 36
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 1,3,1,0,0
JAMIE: 39
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 1,3,1,0,0

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

Jamie was standing almost naked with orange and black latex/body paint in a chastity belt in front of the rear door to the Player's locker room. Her head and arms were in between two wooden slabs that served as a form of makeshift “stocks” like the ones she had been in the night before at the fair.

Chris had gone inside the locker room to find some football players to help him with 'phase two' of the 'Cunt Stunt'. A stunt that would completely destroy her reputation at school.

“I am surprised Cathy Griffin had nothing to say about this.” Bill made conversation while standing with his daughter and Buford by the side door. He could hear the crowd cheering the half-time show but he knew they couldn't see him. They were under an awning beneath the bleachers.

“I guess she was worried about Hope, Sir.” Jamie said. She was trying to look confident and yet her nerves were starting to eat at her wondering what would happen when her brother came back from the locker room. She was having second thoughts about going through with it.

Ten feet from the locker room, when they pass the awning and run out on the field, there is no going back. She was already painted, she was already here, she already knew she wouldn't be going back.

“She didn't seem too worried about that girl either.” Bill said disapprovingly. His mind was on Hope's dad as he thought about his words. He wondered if he could have ended up a spineless jellyfish groveling like him under different circumstances. He did like teenager ass, and he had willingly ended up cuckolded by his wife at first.

He didn't have too much time to speculate as one of the players stuck his head out the door. “This better be for real, Taylor.” He demanded as he peaked out.

“Holy Buttfuck, you weren’t kidding.” Dave Stravosky #31 still padded up, opened the door so Chris could come out too. He looked Jamie’s nearly naked body up and down as he walked around her.

“Hello Sir.” Jamie tried to seem chipper about what was about to happen.

“You are one crazy bitch, you know that?” Dave’s toothy smile reminded Chris of an Alligator about to bite down on its prey.

“Yes Sir, I guess truth be told, I am.” She kept her chin up, looking straight ahead while he rubbed his finger along her butt cheek and tasted the latex. “Will you carry me on field?”

“Will you suck my dick?” He asked reflexively.

“If I am allowed too, yes sir.” She looked at her brother.

“Fuck, you are a twisted little bitch. Who are these two old dudes?” He noticed Bill and Buford for the first time with some apprehension.

“That is my Father and Buford.”

“Your fucking father?” Dave could hardly believe it. “You know your precious little slut asked me to piss on her today in the bathroom?”

“The way I heard it told, you guys pissed on her while she was playing with herself. She didn’t even see you coming?” Bill summarized Jamie’s version of events.

That was strangely comforting to Jamie that he had automatically taken her side and defended her. She knew he had to act like he didn’t believe her and verify everything she did because of the rules, but she was pleased when it came down to it, he took her word over someone else.

Buford was beside himself with amusement. He hadn’t heard this story before and listening was giving him a hard-on and causing him to rock out.

“What is this retard’s problem?” Dave ignored what Bill had to say and focused on Buford. Dave’s ignoring the question made Bill conclude Jamie’s version of events was the correct one.

“Did you know Tums spelled backwards is Smut?” Buford asked very seriously.

“Your family is like the freak show without the tent.” Dave shook his head in disbelief.

No one answered, but at least one of the Taylor’s took that as a compliment. It might have been all three.

“If I get two other guys to run you out on the field, you will suck our cocks?” Dave said trying to make sure he understood the deal.

“She’d suck off the entire team if we told her too.” Chris said with supreme confidence.

Dave wasted no time going back into the locker room to retrieve his friends Noah and Thad. “Where can we do this?” He was scanning around for a place to get his dick sucked.

“The half-time show is almost over, can you run me out there first, Sir?” Jamie pleaded politely.

“How do we know you’ll keep your end of the deal?” Noah asked skeptically.

“Guys, I promise you, my daughter WILL suck your dick.” Bill said emphatically. “It will probably be the best cock cleaning of your entire life.”

“Whoa, her dad is here?” Noah laughed. Dave’s version of the plan had left out that detail when he summoned his friends. “Fuck it.”

He lifted her on his shoulder with the help of the two other stout football players. For all her confidence that she previously exhibited in the locker room, once she was hoisted up in the air, Jaime’s body instinctively shivered with a nervous uncontrollable twitching. Her breathing was intense, rapid and labored. One look into her eyes and it was easy to see a look of fear and uncertainty. It was clear to everyone that she must have been having second thoughts. Who wouldn’t have? She was about to be carried out practically naked in front of literally thousands of people – students that she knew and had interacted with every day, parents and neighbors who knew her as just an innocent teen. Despite all the experiences she had endured the past few weeks, they were, after all, conducted in front of a limited few. Now she was going to pull out all the stops and expose herself on a scale like never before.

Jamie’s eyes darted this way and that as if she was checking for danger. Once her gaze fell upon Cathy, she lingered as if to draw courage or perhaps to send her a message that she was strong and committed – that nothing could intimidate her – not even Cathy. But those that knew her best weren’t so sure. Still the other cheerleaders couldn’t help but look upon Jaime with admiration. Who among them could be so brave?

“You know you will probably get suspended for this?” Thad told her, but it was too late for her to answer they were already running on field.

Hey Hey are ya Ready? Are ya Ready

To strut your stuff …..

Hey Hey are ya Ready? Are ya Ready

To get fired up

Bill noticed for the first time, with the skimpy outfits and the butt shaking that his daughter and her friends had always really been just glorified titty dancers given legitimacy only by the fact that shaking their asses at football games was a tradition.

The cheer seemed like perfect timing as the home town football heroes came charging onto the field holding Jamie as if she were a trophy over their heads, Jamie’s long blonde hair billowing behind her in the humid night air. The crowd cheered assuming that the vibrantly painted young lady was part of the night’s festivities.

Bill watched as Jamie looked over the crowd – all eyes were upon her. No one was leaving their seats making a run for the concession stand. The crowd could sense there was something special about this half-time show and no one dared to move less they miss it.

Peanut Butter

Reeses Cup!

You mess with us!

We'll kick your butt!

Our hands are high!

Our feet are low!

and that’s the way the Trojans go!

The other girls took a position in a semi-circle around Jamie clapping “Trojan’s Got it…Trojan’s Got it” in rhythm to the reverberating beat of the marching band.

Jamie looked down and saw the football players looking right up between her legs – what a view they were getting of her incredibly wet sex and no one knew except those immediately surrounding her. She stiffened her muscles and tried to stiffen her resolve as well, as she scanned the stadium restrained as she was in the stocks.

Just as she was about to chicken out the crowd cheered and clapped excitedly. Her moment had arrived. It was now or never! Jamie did a back flip off the backs of the football players and broke out of the stocks as if she had practiced this move for months. In her mind, she had done it a hundred times. It worked and the crowd erupted with delight.

Standing in her body-hugging latex which did little to conceal her intimate parts from the crowd she continued, “In the year 1250 BC, Helen of Troy was snuck out like a captive and taken by Trojan Heroes to the city of Troy.” Jamie jumped around her titties bouncing in the night air. She could have shouted “Fleep-flapp-flandangle” and most of the crowd would have cheered the spectacle.

“She left her husband to come to Troy of her own free will. When her husband found out, he sent Agamemnon the RAM to get her back!!”

Her fellow cheerleaders and the football players booed and hissed when the name of the Rams was spoken, using their body language to encourage the crowd to do the same.

“But you know what?” she expertly wiggled her ass as if the routine had been planned.

There was no solidified response from the crowd, so Jamie asked again, this time cupping her ear as if she wanted to hear the crowd.

“You know what, Trojans?”

The other girls, even Cathy shouted it with her the third time.

“WHAT?” Came the thunderous reply from the crowd in unison.

“I aint going back to NO Union City!!!!!!! Orange and Black colors don’t run!!!!!” She executed a perfect toe touch jump kicking her legs out in a split and placing her arms out on either side of her to reach for her toes.

The crowd exploded with excitement.

By now the teachers, coaches and staff had realized this was not part of the festivities.

We are the Trojans n we live in a hut.

'n if u dont believe us, than watch us shake our butt,

Uh sha bang bang, uh sha wana wana,

Uh sha bang bang, uh sha wana wana!

Jamie was performing along with them, gyrating and dancing in line. A teacher ran up and put his jacket around her to walk her off the field. One of the coaches escorted the football players off the field, from his expression they were in trouble as well.

The half-time show continued unabated as if that had just been a skit of some kind. Jamie had seemed completely cool and confident as she performed. No one else could be aware of the war going on inside of her of mixed emotions, questioning her commitment to follow through with this ‘stunt’ and her sense of decency.

The entire student body, all the parents and faculty had just seen her basically naked in latex and a chastity belt dancing around to the story of Helen of Troy as if it were part of the show.

Bill, Buford and Chris followed the teacher who was taking Jamie off the field to an Office.

“Hi, I am her father, Sorry about that.”

“Did you have permission to do that?” The Teacher asked, looking her up and down. He seemed shocked and confused by her body paint.

“Was I supposed to have permission? I am a cheerleader, Sir.” Jamie said with confidence. Her tone made it sound like she thought being a cheerleader was all the permission she needed to do anything. She knew it didn’t but that was the point of her stunt.

“I hope you have on a bikini under that body paint?” The teacher said with concern. He was in his mid-thirties and seemed to be wrestling with his conscious. He should be telling her how bad her behavior was, and at the same time he liked the shape and outline of her pert butt cheeks in the orange and black paint.

“It’s latex, silly.” Jamie pretended to be a ditzy blonde. “Why would I wear anything underneath it? You can’t see through it.” She pretended she didn’t notice the entire outline of her pussy, nipples, and ass crack was plainly visible.

The Teacher spoke into a CB radio to summon the principal. He didn’t want to keep talking and tempting himself.

“Sorry, dealing with something here, can you handle it?” The deep voice of acting Principal Dragovich answered on the CB.

“A cheerleader did a very suggestive skit during half-time, I don’t think it was planned, Ktsch.” The Teacher answered.

“Murphy, don’t say Ktsch at the end of every sentence.” The Principal’s voice corrected the teacher. “Suggestive skits are what cheerleaders do. I am actually dealing with a cheerleader who was running around completely bottomless right now.”

“Do you want me to come help you with that?” the teacher asked into the CB Radio.

“Don’t be a pervert, Murphy. I gave the student something to wrap around her. I am just waiting for her mother, because the Father is a basket case too.”

“Okay, what should I do with the cheerleader here?” Murphy asked.

“Are her parents there?” The Principal asked over the radio.

“I forgot to ask, Are both of you her Dad or?” He asked Buford and Bill, inferring they may be a gay couple.

Bill spoke up and said “I am her Dad. Is my daughter in trouble?”

“Is the cheerleader in trouble?” Murphy repeated the question into the radio.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to review the tape of the half-time show when I get back to my office. You can send them home.”

“He doesn’t know, he’ll have to review the tape of the half time show when he gets back to the Office. You can go home.” Murphy smiled.

Bill had heard every word that the Principal said over the radio. “Thank you.”

Jamie hugged Bill and Chris on the way out to the truck, smiling!

She turned back to look behind her as they walked out of the office. She saw Mr. Murphy was watching her walk away intently. She gave him a wink, blew him a kiss and turned to walk off with her owners.

Meanwhile….

The Barnes and Noble men’s bathroom had just been the scene of a small orgy of geeks and nerds depositing their cum into Wendy’s face, pussy and asshole.

The teenage boys were in the process of issuing her a ‘swirly’ to make up for an agreement she had made the night before about having a ‘slushee’ dumped on her head.

She had been left mid-swirl with her head dunked in the water, naked and sweaty when the door opened. The boys had taken her clothing on the way out except for her chastity belt in their haste to get out of the room.

She was just pulling her wet head out of the slimy tank as she saw them.

Three guys much bigger than Sheldon and his friends. They were easily in their early twenties. There was a black guy, a Hispanic guy and a white guy.

Wendy was sore all over from the whippings, beatings and fucking she had just received. She couldn’t begin to process the peril she was suddenly in. It had been one thing to be fucked by Sheldon’s friends. She had even coaxed them to be a little rougher and harder on her.

Now there were three nasty looking guys glaring down at her as she lay on the dirty tile floor. She turned around so she could face them but remained on the ground with her elbows resting against the toilet seat.

“Did they rape you?” The white guy asked. His name was Anthony.

“I..I..um, no.” Wendy tried to get her bearings. She didn’t want Sheldon’s guild of nerds getting into trouble.

“So you got naked and fucked them of your free will?” The black guy asked incredulously. His name was Eric.

It had been her choice. She could have run out of the bathroom she told herself. She had not only let them, she had encouraged them. It hadn’t been her intention to have sex, but when her belt had been removed it just kind of happened. She tried to formulate an answer while she nodded yes.

“You came here just wearing that?” The Hispanic guy said without a trace of an accent. His name was George. He pointed to her chastity belt, now lying next to her.

“No Sir, I think they may have grabbed my clothes.”

“Why do you keep calling us Sir? We aren’t the police.” The black guy asked. Wendy perceived an aura of menace about his voice as if he were asking nicely, but there was a hidden agenda to his questions.

Wendy felt strange without someone around to report on her if she failed to use the proper protocol. It felt more embarrassing to tell them the answer now that Chris and Bill weren’t around to make her say it. She debated not telling them before answering “You are my superiors, so I refer to you appropriately, Sir.” She smiled.

“Why were you hanging out with those geek-boy losers?” The white guy asked after accepting her unusual response with some skepticism. He was staring at her tits as she shivered on the tile floor.

“I was on a date, Sir.” She answered truthfully, hoping that would somehow explain it all. She had felt helpless being tied up and controlled all week but this was a new kind of helpless. She knew she would never be able to just run out the bathroom door even if she wanted too. She had been ordered or agreed to earn her stars and letters all week, but right now she felt like a cornered lamb facing three hungry wolves.

“You went on a date with one of them?” Eric asked.

“We chase those losers out of here every week,” George said. “You were fucking them?”

Wendy paused for what felt like a small eternity. She finally answered “Yes Sir.”

“Holy shit, you rob the cradle, girl. How about you get with a real man?” George crouched down to make his offer.

Wendy wasn’t sure what to say. She had been required to submit up to this point, but now she was being solicited.

“I don’t think so.” She started to get up and examine her chastity belt.

Anthony touched her shoulder “Wait a minute, you don’t think so?” He asked as if he was deeply offended. “You’d rather fuck teenagers than real men? What is wrong with you?”

Wendy considered these young men half her age still ‘boys’ to some extent. They were full grown in every way, all standing over 6 foot tall and weighing about 200lbs. She was already regretting her tryst with the guild of nerds and wondering why she had been so lustful as she searched for an answer to his question.

“I should probably try to get dressed. The store will be closing soon, Sir.” Wendy’s libido was no longer daring her to be naughty. These older guys seemed dangerous to her and she wanted to get her clothes back on.

“I bet you’d like it if you tried it.” Eric reached his powerful arm across Wendy’s chest to block her from standing up and looked at her longingly.

“They say once you have black, you never go back!” George offered a high five to the black guy hovering over Wendy and he returned the slap of his friend.

Wendy had fucked a lot of guys this past week. Some of whom she had never met until shortly before they put their dick in her pussy. In each case, she had felt there was someone watching out for her. Even if they were only shouting distance away she had felt like she had been on the tight rope but with a safety net below. Even if she had her mouth gagged and her hands tied, she had this sense of security when she had fucked people. She wasn’t feeling that same way right now. She wasn’t sure if sex was all they wanted, they had maniacal looks in their eyes.

She felt like the heroine in those old black and white movies that the villain has tied to the train tracks. She didn’t want to anger them, right now they were being kind to her.

She reached out her hand to caress the black one that was blocking her from standing up. He smiled.

Then he gave her a sudden back hand to the face. “Bitch, don’t touch me.”

The three of them laughed at her sudden awareness that this was not going to be a pleasant experience. “You like it rough don’t you, Chica?” George asked without concern for her answer.

She wasn’t sure if she had just nodded yes, but in moments their pants were off and she was bent over the toilet. The three men seeming to have no issue with each other’s nudity or sharing this slut they had just found.

Erik’s big black dick was thrusting in and out of her mouth and George was behind her. She offered her hand to Anthony but he bent her wrist back and caused her to scream a muffled cry into the dick in her mouth.

“Bitch, you think I need your help to jerk off? Shut up.” Anthony warned.

“Mmmm, her tears are delicious.” George tasted the ones rolling down Wendy’s face as he slammed her from behind over the toilet fucking her hard and raw.

“Are you in her ass or pussy?” Erik asked his friend.

“Juicy pussy, why?” George was fucking her hard and concentrating on getting himself off.

“Let me have a crack at that asshole.” Anthony tapped his friend on the shoulder.

“Fuck you, man. Let me get a nut first.” George stood up to his friend and furiously pumped Wendy until he finally unloaded all his cum.

Anthony’s turn came behind her next.

“Sloppy seconds, bro.” George laughed as he stepped away from the slut he had just forced his seed into.

Anthony was adjusting Wendy’s ass, “Dude, she fucked all five of those guys before we got in here, you got sloppy sixths.” Wiping the smile off George’s happy face.

“What is this fucking tattoo?” He pulled Wendy’s hair like the reigns of a mare he had just saddled.

Wendy couldn’t answer as Erik was forcing his cock into her throat, choking her air and causing her to almost gag. She would have definitely thrown up if she hadn’t already had a lot of practice all week from cocks being shoved down her throat.

Anthony punished her silence by cramming his dry cock directly up Wendy’s pink and sore asshole without mercy.

“Wow, it fits right up that asshole like a glove!” he spanked her ass with his hand. She was bent over the toilet and as he started to fuck her, he used his arms to row her back and forth on his cock. “You better not shit on my dick, you fucking old slut.”

She didn’t say anything in response, she couldn’t with her mouth full of cock.

Erick was the next to spurt his cum down her throat. “Ahhhhhhhhh, that’s it.” He tapped his black dick in her mouth as he shook out all his white juice.

Anthony took a little longer to finish and when he was almost ready to pop he pulled out and jizzed all down Wendy’s back laughing as he did. “God damn, look at that turned out asshole.” He jammed a thumb in and twisted it inside of her.

They left her on the tile floor like a rag doll they had just wiped their cum in. They hadn’t hurt or killed her, instead they had just used her and laughed at her. Wendy felt like crying as they walked away but almost laughed. A part of her told her that had she not endured this past week that would have felt like rape. It had felt like service and she had been able to accept it, only because she had received the training she had.

She laid on the floor for a little longer unable to move. She was wore out, sore and she felt like crying.

The door opened once again and she turned in horror to wonder who it was this time.

Her valiant “date” and his friends had returned now that George, Anthony and Erik had left.

“See I told you my aunt would be fine.” Sheldon explained to his friends as they looked down at the woman rolling around on the floor at their tennis shoes.

“Did you fuck them too?” Clint sounded jealous in how he asked the question.

“Yes Sir” Wendy croaked holding her stomach. She felt cramped and her throat muscles were sore when she spoke.

“We brought your clothes back.” Todd offered as if to cheer her up.

“Thank you Sir, that was very thoughtful.” Wendy roused herself to sit up and look at the boys assembled around her. She sniffed back a tear, as she ran her finger through her wet hair.

“We don’t have time to give you another swirly.” Sheldon said to her as if she might be waiting for her second swirly. “The store is closing, you have to get dressed.”

“May I wash myself off in the sink, Sir?” Wendy was starting to regain her composure and bearings.

“I don’t think so. What is the point in having a clean whore?”

She nodded in understanding to her ‘date’ and acting nephew, “Do I have time to put my chastity belt back on, Sir?”

“Fine, hurry up though slut.”

“Thank you Sir.” Wendy couldn’t believe how natural it was to hear herself thank someone for giving her permission to put on a tight chastity belt that was going to drive a plug up her ass and rest a French tickler on her sore pussy lips.

She was able to get the belt on unassisted, forcing the bulbs past her anal opening quickly. She had to turn and wait for Sheldon to fidget with the key behind her until there was a solid ‘click’ of the lock to snap it around her waist.

She put on her skirt and top quickly and adjusted herself in the mirror for as long as they would permit. Her hair and makeup were a complete mess.

“I am afraid I lost my cup, Sir.” She said quietly as a joke.

None of them understood her attempt at Gallows humor in pretending that the biggest concern had been the dirty Arby’s cup. She assumed Chris would have laughed.

“Do you think those guys will think we are cool?” Sheldon asked of the tormenters who had just roughly fucked Wendy and left. “They fuck with us every week,” He admitted.

Wendy wanted to answer yes, since Sheldon seemed to be hoping for an increase in status amongst the bullies who tormented him. Wendy shook her head that she wasn’t certain as a way of avoiding the truth. She knew that those men who had fucked her and left her there like a cum rag, had about as much regard for her as they did for Sheldon and his friends.

She almost vomited when she felt the tube top stick to her back from her cum and sweat. The degrading experience had been taking its toll on her mind and her nerves were frazzled. Her body was sore as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.

Millhouse asked with a swagger that didn’t seem to fit such a timid young man, “I bet that pussy is busted?”

“Yes Sir, I think it is.” She smiled assuming it was the kind of gallows humor Chris would use to make an awful situation a little more bearable.

He had intended the question to make him sound like a bad-ass, but when she smiled and agreed he quickly pretended that was the response he had expected all along so as not to lose face with his friends.

Wendy followed them out of the bathroom as the boys joked with one another.

“Was this your first time?” Clint asked Millhouse.

“Hell no!” Millhouse answered emphatically. When no one seemed to believe him he added “I have a girlfriend in Canada.”

They didn’t believe that either. Wendy wanted to mention that was a line from the 1980s movie Breakfast club and 16 Candles, but she wasn’t sure how much joking the ‘guild’ was in the mood for. She could read Bill and Chris and she felt they would have tolerated a well-placed comment here, but she decided to remain quiet.

There was an announcement that all final purchases should be made as the store would be closing shortly.

Wendy had just survived what was at the very least a gang bang and at worst a rape. She was feeling oddly optimistic that the worst was behind her if she could just put up with things for a few more hours until she’d be home. She was tormented and humiliated at home, but it was a question of the devil you do know over the one you don’t.

Wendy even managed a halting smile as they left the bathroom. She had fucked eight guys in the last hour, which had been considerably more than anything she had ever done in the past. She felt freed from the weight of the fear of something that disgusting and wild happening. It had finally happened. What else could be worse? She thought to herself.

Then she ran into Vicky from work.

Meanwhile….

“Dad, may I put on my clothes?” Jamie said with the self-satisfied look of someone who had faced a fear and kicked it’s ass.

“Dad?” Bill looked at her with one eye-cocked.

“I am sorry, Sir. I mean Sir, I mean Sir.” Jamie apologized next to their truck in the parking lot of the football game. The parking lot was packed full of cars, trucks and mini-vans but no one else was around since the game hadn’t ended. “It’s just when you and Chris are together, sometimes it’s hard to address just one of you?”

“Why didn’t you ask me, Ass face?” Chris looked angry.

“I am so sorry Sir.” Jamie had really just been lost in the reverie of what she had just done. It had tremendous repercussions to her reputation at school. She wasn’t sure if she would even be on the squad, she might even be suspended. “I wasn’t thinking. I am sorry Sir, I know my place.”

“Don’t you think if I wanted you to put on clothes, I would tell you?” Bill folded his arms. “Turn around, put your hands behind your head.”

“Yes Sir, it was foolish of me to anticipate. I am so sorry for that.” Jamie sounded genuinely apologetic and concerned she had just lost all the good-will she may have earned with her stunt. Jamie did as she was told as her father unlocked her chastity belt. Bill began to slide the belt down carefully watching each metal bulb pop out of his daughter’s perfect pink poophole as he slid it off of her.

“Ooh, Jamie finally gets to do her affirmation?” Buford happily reminded everyone that Wendy had been able to give hers at his store and then they skipped Jamie before she had a turn at it.

“Slut, do you think you deserve to have an affirmation right now?”

Jamie didn’t see affirmations as a ‘treat’. The way her father phrased the question she felt uncomfortable nodding like a dumb bimbo as if it were some delight. She was also still essentially naked in just a chastity belt and orange and black latex and wanted to get out of the parking lot before the crowd came out and saw just how obviously naked she was.

“The affirmations help me stay focused and grounded, Sir. I don’t know what to say to your question though Sir. They reinforce what I am learning.”

“Do you think you deserve my time and attention to keep you focused and grounded, and wipe that dumb grin off your face like you think you did something special by showing your bulbous ass to your class mates?”

When her father put it that way, it was much easier to agree. “Yes Sir, thank you for your guidance, I am sorry for my prideful smirk” Jamie wiped away the goofy grin which only made Chris and Bill laugh at how silly she looked pretending to be serious.

Everyone had a chuckle, including Buford. Buford wasn’t sure why he was laughing other than the fact everyone else was.

Once they recovered, Bill ordered his daughter into the first position.

She crisply adopted the practiced position with legs shoulders width apart, chest out, head straight. Hands placed on ass cheeks pulling them both apart, and knees slightly bent next to her dad’s truck.

“We didn’t get all the latex inside the crack.” Buford looked between Jamie’s ass crack and noticed how the tight fighting liquid latex had become shredded from Jamie’s Helen of Troy cunt stunt. “We could have used some ultra-shine spray to make it really stand out. Did you buy any of that?”

“No we didn’t, Buford” Bill sounded impatient but polite.

“Oh that’s a pity.”

Bill didn’t wait for Buford to ask more questions to start the affirmation. “Why are you naked and the men fully dressed, Ass Face?”

“Because I am a cunt, who didn’t know my place, Sir. I am being taught to amuse my betters with a body I would have denied them before my training, Sir.”

“Good slut, anything else?”

“Yes Sir, I am kept naked because it bothers me, and part of my training is the acceptance of my own misery.”

“You didn’t seem so bothered by it when you danced around in front of every student in school, Sis?” Chris asked.

Jamie squelched a tiny smile as she conceded his point. “If I have to remain naked, I may as well do my best. I know that makes me seem like a big slut and attention whore, Sir and I apologize.”

“You SEEM like a big slut, or you ARE a big slut?” Chris asked not hiding his own smile.

“I am a big slut, Sir. I’ve sucked six cocks today, and promised to suck three more.”

“Is that the three you promised my friends today for your phone, or the three you promised the football players, so you could be paraded around in front of everyone like a whore?”

“Good point, I sucked six cocks and promised to suck six more, Sir.”

“I want my cock sucked.” Buford sounded like a child begging for pancakes for dinner.

“Jamie, would you like to suck this man’s cock?”

“Only if I am able to earn another W for it, Sir?”

“Oh shit, I’ve got to count up how many W’s I owe you for all this tonight.” Chris chuckled. “Sorry, Buford, she only wants to suck your dick if it benefits her.”

“I didn’t mean it to sound that way, Sir.” Jamie told Buford apologetically.

“Can I ask her one?” Buford ignored the apology, because he hadn’t been offended in the first place. The guys nodded and he was free to ask an affirmation question of his own. “If you could be any animal in the world, what would you be?”

Jamie was confused why he would ask that question. Her affirmations had usually been hard, humiliating questions that made her question her motivations and thought processes. She looked to her brother and father for a sign that she should give the question any consideration. The expression on their face was ‘go ahead and answer, he doesn’t know any better.”

“I guess I would be a cat, Sir?” her answer more a question than a statement.

“Why, so you could show the entire world your asshole when you walk around?” Buford laughed so hard his sides started to ache as he pointed at Jamie’s tight pink asshole. The laughter was infectious and soon everyone else including Jamie was laughing.

Meanwhile….

Back at the book store Wendy had come face to face with her office rival and arch-nemesis Vicky.

Vicky was dressed in a slutty outfit with big silver bangle earrings. It wasn’t nearly as slutty as the tube top, micro miniskirt that Wendy had on, but it was obvious Vicky had intentionally dressed provocatively tonight. They were both shocked to see one another and in their own way suspected the other of possibly following them to the location.

“Hello Vicky” Wendy wasn’t required to call her Ma’am at work so she assumed the same applied in her off time.

The boys that were with her stopped to see who she was talking too.

“Hello Wendy, what brings you here?” The look on Vicky’s face read ‘dressed like that, with these young men?”

“I came with my nephew to watch them play Magic the Gathering.” Wendy wasn’t lying as she smiled her answer back at the women she despised most in the world. “What book do you have there?”

The books were, Confessions of a Corporate Slut by Jacqueline Gum and he Ethical Slut: A Practical Guide to Polyamory, Open Relationships & Other Adventures by Dossie Easton and Janet W. Hardy. Vicky seemed embarrassed as Wendy glanced at the titles.

“Those seem like interesting choices,” Wendy smiled innocently. “Oprah’s book of the month club?”

“Oh yes,” Vicky lied as she looked at the boys who were leering at her. She wasn’t as good looking as Wendy, but she was fresh meat and they had already seen every bare inch of Wendy. Vicky was something new to gawk at. She was grateful Wendy had spared her the humiliation of admitting the titles of the books she was carrying. She knew she would not have been so kind and assumed Wendy had some trick up her sleeve.

“Your hair looks a mess, what happened to you?”

“Oh, it’s a bit of a long story.” Wendy dodged the question.

“Would you like to borrow a little make up? I have a blow dryer in my purse actually.” Vicky revealed a mini blow dryer in her voluminous purse.

Wendy was surprised to receive a kind offer. She looked at Sheldon for permission. Wendy wished he was a little more like Bill and able to pick up on her silent signals. “Do you mind if I go freshen up for a few minutes, my sweet nephew?”

Wendy knew that Sheldon didn’t know about her special work related rules and calling him nephew seemed technically within the rules. Sheldon nodded “Don’t take too long. We’ll wait outside.”

Wendy followed Vicky into the women’s bathroom. It was somber and clean and didn’t smell of a sweaty orgy in there. She took it all in and thanked Vicky for the use of the hair dryer and loan of make-up.

“I haven’t been able to figure out your game?” Vicky finally said, implying she knew Wendy was up to something.

“What do you mean?” Wendy said with a look of innocence on her face. She knew enough about how to play mind games with Vicky that acting innocent, especially when she was, could be a good mind fuck. She had no idea why Vicky thought she was playing a game.

“Around the office, you’ve started dressing differently, acting differently. This is some ploy to get a promotion?”

Wendy laughed drunkenly at the idea she was doing all of this to earn herself a promotion. “I am sorry Vicky. I’ve just been trying some new things. It’s really not about moving up the corporate ladder for me anymore.”

“Sure, that’s what someone would say right before they push you off the ladder to climb over you.” Vicky said skeptically.

It amazed Wendy that women could be borrowing each other’s make up and standing right next to each other and say such directly hurtful comments to one another and still remain civil and friendly. Wendy decided to try an experiment now that she was finishing up her makeup.

“Don’t read those books this weekend. I don’t think you’ll find out how to climb the corporate ladder the way I am. It is a waste of time to go to work, dressed like a slut, and find yourself a young handler to groom.”

“Handler?” Vicky took the bait.

“Okay, I think it’s one of those books,” Wendy lied. “A handler is an up and coming young MALE executive. An older woman with cougar potential recruits him and helps advance his career. As a male, he can break through the glass ceiling and then he takes you to the top floor with him. The problem is you have to make him feel you are being submissive, stroke his ego, do what he wants. I would not suggest it, that book is wrong.”

“That is what YOU are doing?”

“Me? No.” Wendy really was completely lying to her rival.

“Steve is your handler. I have seen you with him all the time, coming and going from your office. It’s Steve isn’t it?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Vicky.” Wendy pretended she hadn’t just planted the idea of a handler in Vicky’s mind.

“Don’t bullshit me, Wendy Taylor.” Vicky gave her a look of consternation.

“Okay look, I just don’t want you going to Steve and asking him to be your handler. I don’t think you could handle everything he wants. It’s very twisted.” Wendy fought the urge to smile as she delivered her reverse psychology.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t do anything that sordid. We are friends after all. Girls have to look after girls.” Confirming to Wendy that her rival might very well go straight to Steve on Monday morning. She felt a little guilty about setting up her friend to play Steve’s game until she remembered all the times Vicky had stabbed her in the back in the past.

They left the bathroom together, and Wendy smiled at her friend. “Well just so you know, I told Steve I am a sex addict and I can’t control myself. It drove him wild, and he came up with all these therapies to stop me from acting on my desires.”

Vicky looked impressed as Wendy walked with her.

“If he saw me with my Nephews friends, I’d probably tell him I was going to fuck all of them.”

“Oh that’s terrible.” Vicky said as she mentally imagined Wendy doing just that.

Wendy walked out the door with the guild of nerds. Sheldon was holding her hand and he patted her on the ass as they walked away. She turned her head to wink at Vicky and blew her a knowing kiss.