The Family Feud III

Chapter Thirty-Nine
You cannot spell Cunt without U and you cannot spell Pool without P

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 39
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 2,4,1,0,1
JAMIE: 47
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 4,4,1,0,1

Jamie had earned a begrudging respect from Victoria Waxerman. She was a hard woman who didn’t grant that easily and Jamie’s earnest acceptance of the enema, willingness to listen and to go out and finish mowing the lawn without complaint earned Jamie an unspoken measure of esteem from the shrewful old biddy.

She had finished her lawn care of Waxerman’s backyard in the monokini she was wearing at the pool party when the Waxermans delivered her to her father.

Wendy had spent her afternoon under her son and husband’s disciplined care. The ice cube correction she had received had only been part of this afternoon’s entertainment for them. Whatever had happened to Wendy today she was very polite and submissive in her attitude and demeanor and walking slightly bowlegged when she entered the

Community pool. She was in a daze and blocking out the many stares, looks and comments she was getting from the people in the neighborhood she used to see as friends and neighbors.

The pool area was large enough to accommodate at least one hundred people but only sixty or so had arrived at 2pm - The affluent members of the community often preferring to be fashionably late to such events. There were parents and teenagers on cell phones and PDAs, eating the picnic lunch that was provided and some were swimming and running around. Most people had on bathing suits but none in anything as skimpy as Wendy or Jamie.

Kids and teenagers were running around - some in skimpy bathing suits but none in anything as skimpy as Jamie and Wendy had on. Jamie was in the taffy blue Lycra monokini she had mowed Waxerman’s lawn in. It gave the impression of two thin suspenders that came together in the crotch area and acted as a slender thong in the back separating both of her perfect yet very recently whipped ass cheeks.

Wendy had on the pink bubble gum two-piece bikini that Jamie had tried on for Mrs. Waxerman just before her father and Chris must have brought Wendy home from the pet store. A string wrap around for the top did almost nothing to cover her ripe melons and the piercings underneath. The eyes were drawn naturally to her silicon boobs unnatural swaying. The bottoms were considered “Butt-floss” from a company called Wicked-Weasel. The material covered only the smallest patch between her cunt laps and ass crack and left the rest for the naked eye to see.

Wendy was composed, her shoulders were back and she had teased out her hair and done her make up so that she looked ravishing. It was unfortunate for her that very few looked at her beautiful face for long before drinking in her MILF-like body.

The two were getting a lot of attention – not only for their suits. The matching WH and RE on their rosy-red butt cheeks were on full display and there was little doubt what letter was in the middle.

Chris joked he could have worn full imperial storm trooper regalia to the pool party and no one would have noticed while he stood next to his sexy sister and mom. The two men were background noise next to the girls – blending in innocuously as if they were not even there.

“I see your wife picked the most revealing bikini in the box.” Mrs. Waxerman observed to Bill Taylor.

Bill was enjoying the attention the girls were getting and it was stroking his ego to have them both with him – answering to his whims and commands. Waxerman’s approval was meaningless to him, he felt like a King stepping into the ball in his court. He barely acknowledged the woman and the kids following her.

Wendy had a slightly defeated look in her eyes as she glanced at Victoria Waxerman. She had been through her own agonizing hell today and she was not feeling playful. She had retreated into a submissive mindset after whatever harrowing experience she had undergone.

“Yeah Mom, you should have worn one more like mine!” Jamie sounded playful as she jokingly chided her mom for wearing an outfit only slightly more ‘risqué’ than her own. She had joked with the boys on the way to the pool and it had bolstered her confidence. She also now had this feeling that Mrs. Waxerman no longer completely loathed her. She still seemed to loathe her on the surface, but there was a begrudging sort of respect that she was showing Jamie.

“You tolerate your children talking back like this?” Mrs. Waxerman asked Bill. “I can see why your daughter might have no respect for her mother though, so I can hardly blame HER for those actions.”

Bill was distracted and scanning the crowd for guys who lived in the neighborhood. He was giving them a nod and a wink as if to imply, “yeah, check it out.” He was paying little if any attention to Waxerman’s litany of complaints.

“You’ll have to excuse my Dad, he is a little distracted.” Chris apologized for his Dad’s disinterest in all things Waxerman. “Did my sister do a good job on your lawn?”

“She actually did, I have no complaints about her performance.” Not complaining was high praise from Mrs. Waxerman who found fault in almost every restaurant, store or service she had ever used.

Jamie was shocked that Mrs. Waxerman didn’t mention her getting naked in the backyard. The punishment had been written in such a way that Jamie pretend it wasn’t a requirement when it was and possibly get in trouble.

“Wow, she didn’t do anything wrong, anything at all?” Chris was surprised that the bitter old woman had nothing mean to say.

“No, I would say that she is a good girl, with a bad role model on womanhood is all.” She looked Wendy up and down once again before making a sound like ‘harumph’.

“Are these your grandkids?” Bill asked absent mindedly to be polite. He was more interested in hob knobbing around the pool and showing off the girls. Waxerman was like a social albatross around his neck, insuring no one would voluntarily approach and engage him.

Waxerman had been indignant and offended when Jamie made the same comment, but she calmly brushed the inference of her age away and introduced her nephew and niece.

Wendy started to come out of her submissive stupor at the sound of Jimmy Waxerman’s voice. She had heard it often enough behind the fence. Her eyes grew wide in recognition as she asked “Are these the..?” she didn’t want to say it in front of Waxerman.

“The Pooper Snooper boys? Yes they are, Mom!” Jamie was grinning smartly as she told her mom.

Bill’s ears perked up, “Wow, they came! That’s an E for both of you.” He seemed delighted to finally meet them although they weren’t quite what he was expecting when he looked at the freckle faced young men. He made a mental note to add an ‘E’ to their W.H.O.R.E letters when they got home for getting the Pooper Snooper boys to meet them finally.

“The E for enthusiasm or Endurance?” Victoria asked non-plussed.

“E for enthusiasm.” Bill said curious how she knew what he was talking about.

Your daughter explained to me the meaning of the tattoo. I think it is an unfortunate acronym, but when she told me it stood for work, humility, obedience, respect and enthusiasm – well I believe there are worse tattoos one could have than that,” once again delivering high praise simply by not looking down her nose too far at the tattoo

Chris was more interested in Delilah. “How come I’ve never seen you at High School?”

She smiled at him with a sheepish grin and offered her hand. “Sugar, we are all home schooled.” In a deeply sexy southern accent that reminded him instantly of his sister’s Dixie Sinclair alter-ego she had played around in at the fair.

He took her hand in his with a goofy smile and replied “Enchanté”, it seemed to Chris that he was doing quite well in charming this girl without trying very hard and he was soon walking and talking with her away from the rest of the family.

It was just as well because Waxerman felt the urge to walk around the party and inform everyone of who was there just to spread rumors she had and was going to gossip about. She dismissed her boys and with some whooping Indian shouts they cannonballed into the pool in a chaotic rush of excitement.

Jamie and Wendy were anxious to swap horror stories with one another about how they had each suffered. That would have to wait, because Bill was anxious to mingle and give them dares to earn their stars and letters. He wanted to show off his bimbo wife and slut daughter and this was prime time for him. The girls would never live this down with the neighbors and they both knew it.

The first person to mingle with them wasn’t Bill’s favorite person. It could even be said that other than Waxerman, Bill least wanted to talk to Van Pewterschmidt. He was tall with salt and pepper hair that made it difficult to estimate his age. He was very successful having had many different careers and one of the most eligible bachelors of Cherry Lawn Acres.

He was shirtless and he had a tattoo of a tiger with red paws on his right bicep. “Looking good little sister!” he smiled with a confident swagger.

Bill normally felt jealous of him. There were many reasons a person might -Van had kept his athletic frame, his good looks, he was a success in business. His house was the scene of many exclusive parties and he drove a red convertible Ferrari that he looked like he was born to drive.

He didn’t right now though, because he wanted Van to eat his heart out. Van called Wendy ‘Little Sister’ because he had dated Wendy’s older sister Lisa back in high school and the two were Prom King and Queen. Wendy had been all knees and elbows back in those days but she had obviously blossomed since then. Van made no secret he liked to flirt with her.

He had a bemused look on his face as he addressed Bill, “You are looking good old man, how is that shoulder?” tapping his old football injury.

“It’s just fine.” Bill started to feel like Van was showing him up and he was shutting down as his bravado began to fade. Bill Taylor had managed to repair his own manhood in the past week and the confidence was showing in so many ways. Van was starting to suck that confidence and ego right out of Bill and he seemed to be letting it happen.

“You have a lovely tattoo, what does it say?” Van sipped a whiskey cocktail while noticing but not leering at Wendy’s tanned but perky ass.

She turned around to let him have a better look. “It says Whore, Sir.” She said with a bit of vigor that she didn’t think she had inside of her. She had been in a confused haze, mentally processing her fate and this afternoons training and was just starting to snap out of it.

Van wasn’t easily shocked and his expression reflected his bemusement.

“Mine too, Sir.” Jamie was still operating under the mostly self-imposed white alert she had been with the Waxermans.

“Well look at you, you’re all grown up. You favor your Aunt Lisa…in some ways.” The compliment felt like a slight dig to Wendy but she couldn’t be sure if he intended it or he was just that cavalier with his words and meant it.

Bill was silent now. He was no longer scanning the crowd for people to show off his lovely wife and daughter too. He was mentally comparing himself to Van and finding himself coming up short in every category he could think of. He barely noticed that his wife was continuing to talk to Van in an upbeat and positive manner.

“Why thank you Sir, I am glad you like my bikini, my husband picked it out for me.” Bill barely registered that Wendy was doing all the talking as he sulked.

It was minutes later he came out of his stupor when he heard his wife say “I’d have to ask my husband.”

He saw Van smiling at him with his winner’s smirk and his first response was to deny whatever the request was without even hearing it out of jealousy.

“Van would like to know if you would like to go with him to buy some beer and wine for the party, Sir.”

“Yeah, it only seats two, or else I’d take all of you lovely people.” Van could be very engaging and gregarious, and if he came off as full of himself, it was because he had many accomplishments to his name.

“Yeah okay, but I am buying.” Bill said with reluctance. He would have felt a little petty if he had outright refused the offer and he had always wanted to ride in that smoking red Ferrari F430 spider.

Bill suddenly felt like one of the ‘in crowd’ at the party as he left with Van. He told the girls to report to Chris to see if he had any instructions in his haste to leave. Now that Van was treating him like a peer, his bravado started to come back as quickly as it had faded.

Wendy and Jamie dutifully reported to Chris who shooed them away. He was in deep conversation with Delilah. She was hypnotizing him with her southern charms and he was loving every minute of it.

“Well, isn’t this just peachy? We have no one to report too.” Wendy said with a touch of gallows humor to imply that wasn’t such a bad thing.

Jamie felt a little strange about her new found freedom. “What do you think Chris and Dad would want us to do?”

“Does it matter? We can do anything we want, keep a low profile, eat something.” Wendy answered conspiratorially. In the pit of her stomach she felt guilty just thinking about it, like she was getting away with something. A short week ago she would have never questioned the privilege of walking and talking to whoever she wanted at this event, but now she felt like she was getting away with something just by being out of direct supervision. The feeling of being sneaky and getting a treat actually made the event seem fun to her.

The two were about to get in the food line when Betty Bartholomew sought them out. “Aren’t you just the talk of the party!” she smiled. She was about Wendy’s age with bleach blonde hair and enormously oversized fake breasts and just a few extra pounds that gave her a very voluptuous figure. Betty was the realtor who sold the family their home when they moved here years ago and she was also a very gabby figure in the neighborhood.

Jamie and Wendy stifled the urge to sigh and turned to face her with a smile. “How so, Ma’am?” Wendy asked as if she had no idea her bathing suit left almost nothing to the imagination.

Betty wasn’t sure how to answer that question, because she felt it might just be obvious it was the skimpy outfits, tattoos and dog collars they were wearing. “Well, just you know your change I guess you could say.”

“We’ve both started a new book by Oprah, I am sure you’ve heard of it?” Wendy said with a gleam in her eye. She was completely making this up from her memory of a discussion she had with her rival Vicky from work, at the book store the night before. Wendy was starting to realize that when you ask if women have heard of a book in Oprah’s book club they will say yes, even if you are completely fabricating it.

Betty smiled uncomfortably but listened to Wendy tell her the philosophy of the book.

“It’s the latest craze. You change your wardrobe, your diet, almost everything about yourself. It is a guide to resolving conflicts, setting goals by having consequences, it is kind of far-out but if you do it, it will change your life!”

“Kind of like, ‘The Secret!’” Betty said with some recognition about one of the more widely known Oprah recommended books.

“Yes, exactly like that,” Wendy confirmed with a grin at her daughter. “You dress provocatively and it builds confidence. It exposes your shortcomings and you have to learn to accept and overcome them.”

“Oh that sounds great. I have so much trouble staying on diets though.” Betty lamented as if she were explaining why she could never go on whatever program it is.

“You have to get a sponsor, the more the better. My sponsor is my son and husband, they keep me on the straight and narrow and whenever I start to think I can’t do it, they are right there with the consequences!”

“Oh that sounds fantastic! I wish my husband would take an interest in doing something like that with me.” Betty once again offering yet another reason why she couldn’t follow whatever philosophy was in the still unnamed book.

“You could talk to my husband when he gets back with Van Pewterschmidt about training you, but he kind of has his hands full with us.” Wendy offered with only a hint of evil joy in her head at the mental image of Betty finding out what the training included.

“Mrs. Waxerman actually was kind enough to help me through a lot of the exercises today.” Jamie joined in on her mother’s little game with Betty.

“Victoria Waxerman?” Even a gadfly like Betty avoided that woman. She was surprised she would help anyone with anything.

“Yeah, if you ask her for an M&M Colonic, she will probably agree to do it. I mowed her lawn in exchange for it.”

“Wow, I’ve heard of colonics, but I don’t really know about them. They are beneficial?”

“You notice my girlish figure don’t you?” Jamie smiled and modeled her lithe figure, implying that it was in part due to the colonic she had received earlier. “Her method is very unorthodox, but if you follow it completely and without question you’ll trim down rapidly.” Jamie made sure to add, “Not that you would need it.” to the woman who was obviously sensitive about her curvaceous figure.

“Just make sure not to tell anyone, I mean Waxerman probably wouldn’t agree to give any more to us if she knew we were telling everyone the secret of how we stay so slender.” Wendy added with a big smile. The thought of Waxerman not wanting to give them enemas was enough to please her, but she was positive Betty couldn’t keep her mouth shut anyway. She’d have to tell someone else or she’d just explode.

Betty didn’t stick around, she excused herself and when Wendy and Jamie stopped giggling at what they may had just done, they laughed again when they overheard her telling someone about “Oprah’s new book!”.

The girls dodged a few other people who wanted to talk to them and made their way to the food line at the party. Most people just wanted to gawk or talk behind their backs, not actually talk to them. That was fine with Wendy she was looking forward to something good to eat.

Jamie told her about how things had been after she left the pet store. Wendy confirmed they must have come home right after Jamie had left with Waxerman in the monokini. Wendy listened to Jamie’s story and told her she was so shocked that the Pooper Snooper boys were related.

“It makes perfect sense actually,” Jamie explained. “The boys were outside almost all the time, even when they may have been in school. Mrs. Waxerman homeschools them and believes they should be outside playing a lot.”

“It explains why they are snoopers. She is the queen of snoopers!” Wendy joked and Jamie grinned in reply.

“I am worried about Chris.” Jamie was looking in the direction of Chris and Delilah chatting away.

“Why? Your brother is having fun and he isn’t messing with us. That is win/win!”

“Yah, but she has an evil side to her. I would have to wonder if she wants to take advantage of Chris.” Jamie said skeptically. She didn’t want to say it out loud that Chris was still tubby and awkward and Delilah was a hot little piece of southern sexy and something about that didn’t seem right.

“Your brother is old enough to make his own choices and his own mistakes, just as you are and have.” Wendy reminded her daughter and it came back to Jamie that they had this conversation about the tattoos, piercings and so many other things in the past week as it applied to her.

Jamie nodded in agreement and as they neared the hamburgers and barbeque tins Jamie noticed, “Look, hot dog!” with a smile.

Wendy looked at her daughter in disbelief. They had eaten hot dogs together at almost every meal at home, often raw ones. She paused as if thinking and said, “These do look nice, with the char marks.”

Jamie stabbed one with a fork and put it in her mouth like smoking a cigar and waited.

Her mom obliged by taking the other end and slowly working herself up to the center off the hotdog with small bites. They shut their eyes and tuned out whoever might be looking as they ate the hotdog the same way they had every morning in front of Chris and Bill until they met in the center and their lips touched.

When they opened them they were about to laugh at their own silliness when they noticed Bill and Van standing next to them. “You two having fun?” Bill said looking very upset.

“Look, don’t worry about it, call your bank on Monday and have some fun.” Van offered Bill the advice without a second thought.

“The credit card was declined, any ideas why that may be?” Bill said to his wife who was sensing his anger was quite real. “Which one, Sir?” she answered fearfully.

“ALL of them, I tried ALL of them including the ATM card.”

“Perhaps we should talk about this in private, Sir.” Wendy wanted to get away from the food services line. It had embarrassed her some to eat the hot dog like a slut but it had also amused her to shock people when she did. She was having a little fun with her situation by voluntarily engaging in the humiliation. This conversation about money could possibly blow up and she wanted to get Bill some place she could talk freely and explain all of her concerns about the finances that she had wanted to tell him earlier.

“I think right here is fine, you didn’t seem to mind acting like a slut just now, why don’t you care to talk about this now? What have you not been telling me?” Bill had a hundred scenarios in his mind about why his credit cards were declined. Many of them involved, “Wendy set me up to look impotent and powerless in front of Van when I went to buy something at the liquor store!” The conspiracy theories were racing in his mind as he thought about possible motivations like if he had no money he’d have to let them out of their service until the crises was over. Each time he thought about a new scenario he got a little bit angrier.

Somewhere at the party at the mention of marital strife, Mrs. Waxerman’s ears perked up, she was that tuned into juicy gossip.

“Look, I should probably go. You don’t have to pay me back for the booze, Man. I was going to buy it for the party anyway.” Van said with a smile. His good intentions and generosity only served to make Bill feel that much smaller.

“Fine, let’s go talk about it.” Bill told his wife.

“What should I do, Sir?” Jamie offered sweetly.

“Go suck his cock!” Bill motioned to Van and stalked away with his wife, leaving the blue-eyed, blonde haired teenage girl looking stunned.

Bill brought her into the men’s bathroom and locked the door. There were two stalls and a urinal in here and it was right next to the women’s bathroom. It wasn’t the most private place and the acoustics made it sound like your normal voice was shouting as it bounced off the concrete walls.

“Explain,” Was all he said.

Wendy patiently explained that even on a Senior Vice President’s salary in the current economy that wasn’t a lot. “The more you make, the more you spend.” She explained that during the housing bubble they had taken money out in equity on the house and now it was worth half of what they borrowed if they sold it at face value. They had two car payments, a balloon payment coming due to the house (And the Griffin’s held the mortgage), and several other credit card bills. “If I kept zero balances, they would close out the account for inactivity, so in order to keep them open I always maintained a balance and paid it down but rang it up again.”

Bill was furious and he slapped Wendy so hard her jawbone hurt. His slaps had never felt quite like this before to Wendy. This one felt real and it felt personal.

He knew he might have just hit a little too hard that time but he didn’t apologize. He stood his ground but he let Wendy hold her jaw with her hand and look at him with remorse. He normally wouldn’t have allowed that under other circumstances but even he knew that his strike to her face in anger was uncalled for, even if he wasn’t going to admit it.

“You don’t know how embarrassed I was.” Bill demanded.

Wendy considered him in silence for a moment. She looked down at the bathing suit and back at him and she didn’t have to say anymore. She most certainly had him beat when it came to embarrassment.

“I wanted to trust you with our finances and let you manage them, Sir.”

“Why would you do that?” Bill asked incredulously.

“You told me you were head of the household and that you wanted to handle all the money from now on.”

“Yeah, I wanted to handle the money and decide what to buy. I wanted you to still be my wife and tell me when I am going overboard!”

“Sir, am I really your wife? I mean look at me.” She tugged her pink dog collar with her fingers and grinned at him knowingly.

“You will always be my wife, Wendy Taylor.” Bill said and suddenly she was back in high school again. He was the upper classman who paid attention to her and swept her off her feet.

Wendy put her arms around Bill tightly and gave him the deepest, most passionate soul kiss locking her tongue with his in its own embrace of his. She hadn’t felt this passionate about him since the moment they were about to walk into the county fair together for ‘family fun night’.

She couldn’t remember being this in love with him since high school.

He pulled her bikini off with minimal effort and the two had wild bathroom sex on the sink, he also bent her over a urinal and began pounding her from behind and she reached orgasm twice while he fucked her hard but lovingly. Bill had fucked his wife many times in the past week but this time was so uninhibited he felt like taking mental snapshots of his wife’s face and body while he drove his cock into her pussy.

“Fuck me in the ass, please Sir”

Bill had never heard his wife ask for anal. She had received it a lot the past week even if she had not taken it during their marriage. “Call me Bill.” He spit on her ass and lined his cock up to her tight sphincter from behind.

She had her hips bent out, as she reached behind her with her hand bent over her head to stroke Bill’s hair and mewed “Yes Sir!”

Meanwhile….

Van had looked at Jamie as if Bill was surely kidding about his order to suck his dick and he was not taking it seriously.

“Would you like me to do it in your car?” Jamie asked Van meekly.

Van may have been the most eligible bachelor and able to resist the advances of 40-something divorcees who see him as a local George Clooney type. However, he found himself smiling at the teenage girl throwing herself at him. “You are serious, aren’t you?”

“Yes Sir, if my father wants me to suck your dick, I just ask… prefer you pick some place more private.”

Van cautioned her to keep her voice down and looked around the party. He noticed the hawklike eyes of rumormongers like Victoria Waxerman and Betty Bartholomew. He grimaced and thought twice of her offer. “I really couldn’t be seen leaving with a high school girl.”

“I may not be in high school any more after this weekend, Sir.”

“You know it’s not necessary to call me Sir. You could call me Van or Mr. Pewterschmidt if you prefer.”

“I’d really rather say Sir, if you don’t mind.” She offered and he acquiesced graciously. “During the half-time show at last night’s football game, I came out it in basically nothing but latex body paint and did a cheer, so I’ll probably get kicked out of school or at the very least off the squad.”

“High school football? I don’t follow that.” Van said abruptly.

“But didn’t you play back when my father went to school, Sir?” Jamie asked him

“Yeah, but I grew up. I don’t live in the past. Don’t tell me your dad still roots for the Trojans and lives his old glories?” Van sounded petty which surprised Jamie. He came across like this perfect guy who had everything all worked out.

She wanted to defend her father but all she said was, “Look my dad said to suck your dick and if you won’t take me some place private, I’ll unzip you right here and put your cock in my mouth, Sir.” Surprising even herself at the assertive manner in which she laid the ultimatum on him. The training she had received all week had told her to let the man take control, but he was putting down her dad and in her small way this was how she told him that Bill Taylor had power and he was important to her. He told her to suck this man’s cock and she was going to, come hell or high-water.

“Cool your jets,” Van cautioned her. He looked furtively around the pool area and told Jamie to meet him inside the pool shed in five minutes and with that he left her alone to mingle so that it would appear the two of them were not making a bee-line for the same place.

Jamie felt a little queasy still from her M&M enema and hotdog lunch. She was enduring the stares of mothers and their kids who seemed to gasp when they saw what she had on, and of the fathers who tried desperately to pretend not to be staring.

The Waxerman boys appeared soaking wet out of nowhere with grins on their faces. “C’mon, jump in the pool!” Jimmy tugged her hand.

“I can’t, Sir. I’ve got something I have to do.”

“What?”

“Please Sir, can’t I have one secret?” Jamie begged him sweetly.

“Nah, we are going to follow you until you tell us what you are doing.”

“Well you know how I got punished earlier today because I sucked those boys off at school?”

“Yeah!” The Waxerman brothers laughed raucously.

Jamie winced a little at how loud they were and how uncomfortable it was to admit all of this. “Well my dad wants me to suck someone’s dick at this party and I have to meet him in five minutes.”

“Is it one of us?” Gordon asked anxiously and Zeke punched him on the arm as if to stop his question. Gordon laughed and teased his brother, “Zeke’s got a crush on you!”

“Do not!” Zeke insisted then looked at his brothers and Jamie before admitting, “Gordon and Jimmy do too!”

Jamie was flattered and amused the boys had a crush on her. She knew they were fascinated with her and her mom from how curious they had been about them when they used to just be the seemingly omnipresent voices on the other side of the fence so their feelings didn’t come as much of a surprise.

“You look like a princess.” Jimmy swooned.

“Oh you look like a princess, Frraappppppppppppp.” Gordon sarcastically repeated his brother’s compliment adding a raspberry at the end in disgust. It wasn’t to mock Jamie, it was to register how gross he thought his brother’s flowery words were.

“Look, I am super flattered you all like me.” Jamie interrupted the brother’s squabble.

“Which one do you like best?” Zeke asked quietly.

She ignored him and said, “But if I do anything with you then my Brother and Dad will punish me again, and I don’t want that.”

“Oh I do!” Gordon had a goofy smile, thinking back to a naked Jamie getting switched in his backyard, as his brothers’ dog piled on him to carry on their squabble.

Jamie started to slowly back away to escape them and make her way to the quiet little pool maintenance shed and complete her rendezvous with Van.

“Wait up!” The boys followed her with puppy dog eyes.

“Really guys, I can’t do it.” Jamie tried to let them off easy, “I’ll get in so much trouble.”

“What if we tell your Dad you did suck our dicks, even if you didn’t?” Jimmy offered an alternative theory.

“You wouldn’t do that, isn’t lying a sin?”

“Man was made to sin!” Gordon grinned in agreement with his brother’s plan. “We’ll also tell Nah-nah!” he added.

The thought of that vindictive woman tanning her hide if she thought she had taken advantage of her innocent nephews and even touched their cocks sent shivers down her spine. She had picked up on the fact she had just turned a corner with Victoria Waxerman and for reasons still unknown to her, valued the old woman’s opinion of her. “Guys, I thought we were friends!” She smiled as she asked for leniency.

“We are, and we’ll be best of friends if you will lick our dicks!” Gordon giggled at what he had just said.

“Okay, but it has to be after I finish this one. When you see him leave, you can come one at a time into the pool shed.”

They grinned and nodded.

“You can’t tell Mrs. Waxerman!” She held up a finger.

They grinned and nodded.

“Or Delilah!”

They seemed a little less inclined to agree, but agree they did.

Jamie wondered if all boys were this way as she worked her way through the many guests at the community pool. There were many faces she recognized and some she didn’t. She got the rare pinch on the bottom from dirty old men and a couple ‘accidental’ bumps into the boobs as guys brushed past her.

Then she saw him.

Bradley Jenkins, the young Adonis, without his shirt, every bit as dreamy as she had imagined. She swallowed, her stomach flipped and her asshole she was quite sure had just puckered.

“Hey there, wow! That is some suit!” He noticed her right away.

“You think?” Was all she could say in response. She instantly regretted how dumb she sounded.

“Gerald is around here some place.” Brad mentioned his younger brother.

“Okay.” She fluttered her eyes at him still a bit stunned by suddenly seeing him. He wasn’t groping her or ogling her and she wished he would. Then she would at least be able to classify him as like all the other perverts and horn dogs. Instead, he smiled at her. It wasn’t leering and evil, and it wasn’t full of himself. It was the kind of self-deprecating smile that the love interest in those cheesy movies about boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy chases girl, boy gets girl in the end.

“You aren’t really dating my brother are you?” Bradley asked her point blank.

“He took me to a party last night, Sir.”

“A high school party?” Brad asked skeptically of his younger brother who was only in middle school.

“Yes Sir, Drave Strovasky.” Just the mention of his name reminded Jamie she never completed her promise to him and his friends and that she had Van waiting for her in the pool shed right now. If she didn’t get in there her father may punish her for keeping his friend waiting.

“That little squirt, he was just a freshmen when I went to Cherry Lawn.” Brad was placing the face.

“He’s gotten big since then, Sir.” Jamie smiled.

“Be that as it may, I find it hard to believe my little brother is being invited to high school parties, so what gives?”

“I have some things I HAVE to take care of, can I come back and answer that later?” She begged and naturally he let her go without further question.

She wanted him to like her so bad and dreaded whatever he father had in store for her at the pool that much more now that he was here. She didn’t have time to think about it because she had to get inside the pool shed and make good on her offer. Jamie was flushed beet red by the time she made it to the pool shed with embarrassment as she realized she was getting wet either at the thought of Bradley Jenkins or at the idea of hurrying to suck off four dicks. She wanted very much to believe it was Bradley Jenkins.

When she got to the pool shed she opened the door and saw that the room was dark. She felt around for anything in the clutter of old paint cans and pool maintenance equipment. She had a lump in her throat because Van wasn’t there. She knew she would be punished if he left because he waited too long.

Suddenly, She heard a voice from outside the shed over the steady hum of the pool pump, “Over here” it whispered hoarsely.

She moved closer to the pump where the hose went back outside the far side of the shed. It was Van on the outside. “We don’t have a lot of time. I am going to stand here and pretend to have a smoke and put it through the hole, understand.”

“Yes Sir” Jamie agreed as she looked through one of the holes intended for a pool pump air intake. She saw his one-eyed snake slide down that hole and into the dark shed as he told her ‘well?” with his stomach pressed up against the side of the shed.

“Why not come inside?” she touched his dick with her fingers and teased it.

“If someone saw me come out with you I am busted no matter what. This way I can zip and walk away if I hear someone coming. Just hurry!” he repeated.

Jamie didn’t waste any time getting started. Even though this was her second day as a certified cock sucker and her first one of the day, she had been told she was very good at it and she believed it. If the look of satisfied relief on the faces of the guys she had sucked off had been any indication. She worked her tongue along his shaft and took everything he stuck through the hole in her mouth. She was learning to relax her throat muscles and use her saliva to coax the man to orgasm lovingly.

She hadn’t gone all the way yet, but she imagined Van’s cock in her pussy the same way he thrust it through the hole into her hungry mouth. He lasted approximately three minutes of solid stroking and thrusting before he made a slight sound, stiffened and poured his hot cum on her tongue without further warning.

“Sorry, I should have warned you in case you don’t swallow.” He whispered through the hole.

“I swallow, Sir.” She said still wiping her mouth in the darkness of the pool shed.

“Good girl, wait a while then you can come back out, but it might be best if we don’t tell your father you actually did this.” He smiled.

“My dad told me to do this, you heard him Sir.” Jamie was confused but Van didn’t wait around to explain further.

Moments later there was a tap-tap-tap on the door and giggles.

“Come around to the back” Jamie whispered to the door. She pictured the movie “Forest Gump” and how Jenny had told Forest to do the same thing back on the farm and she smiled at how naughty it must have sounded.

She peeped out of the hole that Van had just stuck his cock through and saw all three of the Waxerman boys standing around looking excited.

“Come back one at a time, only one of you can be here or someone will catch us!” She whispered through the hole.

There was an immediate struggle as the three boys worked out who would stay and who would go. In the end, Jimmy who seemed to be the most alpha of all of them remained.

“Put your cock through the hole in the wall, Sir.” Jamie whispered.

“Why? Is someone else in there? Mr. Snips?” Jimmy said skeptically.

“No, no one is in here, Jimmy. If someone caught us together in here they’d know we were up to something. If you hear someone coming you can zip up and walk away and no one will be the wiser. You can tell them you were just playing hide and seek or something.”

Jimmy accepted this theory and put his dick through the hole. It was short and stubby and uncircumcised. Jamie looked at it strangely before opening her mouth and planting the boy sausage in her mouth. “You naked?” he asked.

“Jimmy, I can’t do this if you keep asking questions, Sir.” She let his dick out of her mouth just enough to answer.

“Sorry, Sorry, it would just help to know you are naked.”

“I am, okay Sir?” she lied.

“Then put your suit out the door so I can see it.” Jimmy said skeptically.

“You’ll snag it and run off with it.” Jamie said and giggles emerged from just outside the shed door. “Guys, seriously. Come back one at a time or we’ll get in trouble.”

Gordon and Zeke begrudgingly left the side door and Jamie continued to work Jimmy’s cock until he busted his nut in her mouth and sprayed her with thick cum. She swallowed every last drop. He stuck his thumb in his mouth when he came and closed his eyes. “Don’t tell Gordon and Zeke I suck my thumb!” Was all he said as he ran towards the pool area almost as soon as he finished his orgasm.

Gordon came shortly after and followed the same drill of putting his uncircumcised cock through the hole. His stunk like asparagus and piss but Jamie had swallowed worse since she started her training and she tried to think about something else as she bobbed her head up and down on his dick. She pulled her monokini bottoms to the side and fingered herself with the hand she wasn’t using to guide the pecker into her mouth.

She reached her own orgasm shortly after Gordon left a hot, sticky load of his crème filling down her throat. He thanked her several times before getting the hint and running back to the pool so that Zeke could have his turn.

Jamie hadn’t stopped fingering herself. She was in a dark room filled with bleach and paint and decided she might as well have a little relief if she was going to squat in there and give these boys relief of their own.

Zeke’s uncircumsised dick was much larger in width and length and the shaft of extra skin seemed to hide even more dick that Jamie had not anticipated for such a young guy. He invaded her mouth through the hole in the wall and try as she may to take it all, she just couldn’t without fear she would vomit. She thought if her Dad were pushing her head down all the way on it, she might be able too but there was just no way in the position she was in she could see that happening.

Zeke took longer than the others to finally uncork his load and when he did it was enough to drip down Jamie’s mouth. “I’ve always wanted to know what oral copulation felt like!” He whispered quietly.

“This was your first time?” Jamie answered back with a smile.

“Yes Ma’am, I’ve heard a lot about it from Nah-nah, but it was nothing like she said and I don’t think I will go to hell for getting it.”

Jamie smiled at the sweet boy. She was pleased he hadn’t been brainwashed.

Then he added, “I mean you’ll probably go to hell for giving them, but you already did so many yesterday you may as well be a trollop.”

Jamie smiled, “Yes Sir, I AM a whore.” she admitted before adding, “Now get out of here before your Nah-nah finds out. I’ll come out in about five minutes.”

Jamie wondered what her mom was doing right then while she finished fingering herself. Then she briefly wondered what Delilah Waxerman and her brother might have in common to talk so long about before finally fixing her monokini bottoms and cleaning her finger off with her tongue. She had done it enough times at home that it felt like the right way to finish masturbating.

Jamie was still processing whether or not it had been right to suck off the Waxerman brothers. She assumed her father would be happy since he had mentioned them doing it for stars at home before he knew who they were.

When Jamie finally emerged from the pool shed she was surprised to see an entirely new spectacle waiting for her.

It was Hope Miller in a brown thong bikini with her father in a red speedo. Jamie and her mother had been the source of giggles, leers, and even gropes but this new spectacle was gaining even more buzz with pool guests. Hope was a tall cheerleader who had grown up with Jamie. She knew she was involved in some sort of blackmail with Cathy Griffin because of her refusal to continue to participate in the cheerleader’s locker room the night before and her father’s begging her to continue.

The last time she had seen Hope she was naked with three football players at Dave Stravosky’s party passed out in bed with them.

Here she was very compliant and prancing on a leash while being led about by Cathy Griffin. Her silver haired, pot-bellied father smiling and laughing as if this were some kind of joke, waddling behind both of them in an impossibly small bathing suit.

Most of the males at the party had knee-length suits, typically dark blue with the name of a beer like “Corona” down the side. There weren’t any in small bathing suits and this was tiny. Women would usually just stare scorn silently at other women in skimpy bikinis and talk behind their backs, and very few men would say anything negative about what she or Hope had on.

However, Hope’s Dad was awkwardly pretending not to notice all the men who outwardly said things like, “Are you smuggling grapes?” and “Did you forget to put on swimming trunks?” Jamie winced at how he must be feeling as Cathy took her time on her procession around the party as if she didn’t realize they were the center of attention.

“Disgusting,” Waxerman said from behind Jamie causing her to flinch from surprise. Mrs. Waxerman ignored the girl’s jumpiness and whispered to her, “I’m not one to gossip, but Hope Miller is an even bigger quicunque vult than you or your mother combined. I’ve been told there are strange men coming from their home almost 24 hours a day and it operates like a brothel, not that I would know firsthand.”

Jamie knew that Mrs. Waxerman most certainly walked her Dog past Hope’s house because it was between Waxerman’s house and her own and that this was her way of positioning herself to tell rumors without admitting she started them. “What if she has no choice in the matter, Ma’am?” Jamie replied wistfully watching as Cathy toyed with Hope and her father around the community pool opening them to ridicule by leading them about.

“Nonsense, everyone has choices, but there are consequences to those actions.” Mrs. Waxerman dismissed the very notion that there could be any other explanation than Hope was simply a loose girl. “Her father is one of the flim-flammers and schysters who run the public school system. You can see how liberals are. Cavorting in an indecent swimsuit himself, he has taught his daughter the absolute absence of morality and this is the fruit of those seeds.” She indicated with her hand the rude spectacle playing out near the cocktail bar at the pool.

Hope’s ass was being pinched as she stood there with her father and Cathy. Jamie couldn’t quite hear what was being said but there was laughter as if Cathy were telling jokes and Hope and her father were the butt of those jokes.

Jamie wondered why Mrs. Waxerman was confiding in her, this condescension about the Miller family. She didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth and maybe it was just because Jamie was one of the few people who would listen to the old woman without making an excuse to walk away. “You don’t like my swim suit, either though Ma’am?”

Victoria looked at Jamie as if she had to be kidding. “It isn’t a proper swimsuit, but I picked it out from the more obscene ones your mother would prefer you to wear. You are most certainly a temptress for man’s base carnal desires in that suit, but you would have worn far worse if the she-devil mother of yours had influenced you.”

Jamie wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or a convoluted justification for Victoria’s hypocrisy over judging the Millers and not her, but she just smiled and that seemed to satisfy Waxerman. “Have you seen my nephews? They’ve been hiding around here and I want to keep an eye on them.”

“Yes actually I saw them over by the pool shed just a few minutes ago, Ma’am.” Jamie stifled the smile that spread across her face thinking that wasn’t all she did with them at the pool shed a few minutes ago.

Waxerman stalked off to see what mischief her nephews might be into and left Jamie standing alone by the pool. She was wondering where her father and mother were and watching her Brother and Delilah on the other side of the pool under a cabana umbrella chat away.

When she turned her head she noticed Cathy Griffin’s grinning face staring at her. “We wondered how long it would take for you to notice us standing here.” Cathy’s long strawberry blonde hair was flowing over her shoulders and she wore a skimpy bikini over her pale frame made innocuous by Hope and her father who were standing right by her.

“I thought you were done with all of this.” Jamie asked Hope by making an observation. She let the implication ‘All of this’ be the humiliating game that Cathy had her playing without actually saying it.

“You can answer, Pet.” Cathy told Hope.

Hope was behaving demurely and without any trace of the defiance from the night before. “I am a Pet, Ma’am. I am on the leash so that I don’t run around the party and act like an out of control slut.” It was a practiced explanation she must have told other guests who asked about the 3 foot silver chain attached to her neck.

“Jamie is playing a game like you and your father’s, she can know a little more about how it works, Pet.” Cathy’s tone was sweet but mixed with an aura of menace, “After all, I am still your mistress too aren’t I, Jamie?”

“Yes Mistress, my father calls it a key-holder, now.” Jamie wasn’t sure if Cathy was privy to the new rules her father had introduced the night before.

“That’s cute, your father and his rules.” Cathy’s honeyed tone was laced with sarcasm. “Miller, would you like to sniff my butthole?” She asked.

Hope’s father swallowed and looked around the pool. He reminded Jamie of a TV Televangelist who was admitting he ‘sinned’ on Television. He was sweating and trying to look apologetic but still desperate to continue sinning. “Yes Mistress, I would love to sniff your butthole.” He admitted.

“Motivations are different, some come at this out of fear, others pride, some just because they are addicted to my sweet, sweet butthole, isn’t that right Miller?”

“Yes Mistress, may I have a sniff?” He sounded like a meth addict asking for another fix.

“You saw Hope go through the five stages of grief.” Cathy ignored his anxious request and explained to Jamie.

“The first is denial. You can’t believe this is happening to you. It could happen to someone else, but not you. Somehow your pussy is too precious to be on display and your freedom is too unique to be taken from you. Isn’t that right Pet?”

“Yes Mistress, I did feel like that.” Hope answered sweetly.

“A temporary defense of the weak; as the subject gains a heightened awareness of their situation, it is followed by Anger.” Cathy’s eyes flashed dramatically as if mimicking someone who was angry but powerless. “Oh why me? The world isn’t fair! You saw Hope’s rage in the locker room last night. Hope was a bad girl wasn’t she?”

Hope answered, “Yes Mistress, I was bad.”

“What happens to bad girls?”

“They get punished Mistress.”

“Should bad girls be mad at the person punishing them, or themselves for refusing to cooperate with the rules they themselves agreed too?”

“The bad girl should accept her punishment gracefully and thank the Mistress for helping her to see the error of her ways.” There was a melancholy enveloping Hope’s responses that was almost robotic.

“Once anger passes, there is bargaining.” Cathy grinned. “I enjoy this part the most. The negotiation when you know you hold all the cards is the most sublime of all the stages in this process.” She made it sound like she was worldly beyond years and Jamie had to wonder if she was more than just a diabolical teenager with a sadistic streak.

“The third stage of bargaining is where the subject thinks they can postpone the inevitable by bargaining. They can somehow change their fate and live happy. If they don’t negotiate with me, they negotiate with themselves. Hope

Went to Dave Stravosky’s party and told herself she could fuck anyone she wanted, when she wanted. What did Hope learn about that?”

Hope sniffled slightly and answered, “My pussy belongs to Mistress, and I fuck only when and if she tells me.” It sounded like a practiced mantra that frightened Jamie. She felt Hope must have things even worse than her. Her father was still prancing in place as if fighting the urge to fall to his knees and beg to sniff someone’s butthole.

“The fourth stage is only emptiness. When the consequences of her actions kicked in, there was what my Pet?” Cathy asked Hope.

“Depression, Mistress.” Hope looked defeated. Jamie was very curious what kind of punishments and corrections Cathy had inflicted on the poor girl to bring her back in line so completely. Her imagination ran wild with possibilities.

“That’s right, emptiness without the direction I provide. The gnawing fear has turned you upside down and submitting to it brings you to the fifth and final stage of acceptance.” Cathy gave Jamie a wintry smile as she ended her lecture on how she maintains control over others.

Jamie wanted very much to understand the back story on Cathy. She knew that her older brothers were somehow involved and in their careers as an attorney, private investigator and repo-man they were suited to digging up dirt in her blackmail games.

She knew that Cathy had once been just one of the girls who attended the many sleepovers in grade school that so many other girls on her cheerleader squad had. Then they were equals – giving each other make-overs, making lists, drawing unicorns, telling innocent secrets.

Somehow things had changed when they entered high school and she never noticed. Jamie speculated that Cathy probably started with one gullible girl who she blackmailed just like Hope. Surprised at the success and drunk on the power, she may have convinced other people to participate. They may have done so to be part of the ‘in-clique’ or for the promise of power or because of some secret blackmail.

It was entirely possible that Cathy had at one point or another controlled every member of the varsity cheer squad.

Simply because she started with one and the others fell over like bowling pins as she worked her way through to them. Jamie didn’t know the extent of her control, but months earlier she had sent several to model for her father’s ‘craigslist’ ad as a form of humiliation. Cathy was as unaware then that Jamie herself would be part of these blackmail games because when she saw the pictures for the first time she thought it was Jamie trying to turn the tables on her.

That was one theory and maybe the simplest answer. The other was she was some sort of diabolical mastermind with unlimited resources and impossible influence who knew all and saw all.

“May I sniff your butthole now, Mistress?” Hope’s father begged quietly.

“Have you been given permission to ask me offensive questions like that?” Cathy sounded annoyed

“No Mistress!”

“Are you just trying to get punished so that I will pay attention to you?” She sounded skeptical.

He stopped skipping from foot to foot as if he were dodging the odd looks he was receiving from guests who were watching the four converse by the pool. “Yes Mistress, I am.” He hung his head in shame.

“You see, Jamie? A Mistress’ work is never done.” She led Hope and her father away towards the bathrooms with a sigh.