The Family Feud III

Chapter Forty
Everyday I write the book

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: 5,4,1,0,1

Don't tell me you don't know what love is

When you're old enough to know better

When you find strange hands in your sweater

When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote

I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions

An old Elvis Costello song was grooving through the pool party over the loud speakers as the family assembled under a cabana.

Jamie had been looking for Bradley Jenkins to answer some of his questions but hadn't found him. Chris had to be pried away from his deep conversation with Delilah but vowed to get back to it. Wendy and Bill had been fucking hard in the bathroom and only stopped after someone kept repeatedly banging on the door.

Bill called an impromptu family meeting to deliver the news. “We are broke.” He didn't blame Wendy for this (as he had when he first discovered his account was empty and his credit cards were maxed out). He accepted ultimate responsibility and said that some of the things they bought will be going back to the store today.

This didn't bother either of his kids who hadn't grown used to any of those items and Jamie was hoping some of that stuff may be from Buford's porn store since most of it had been purchased to torment her anyway.

Bill explained that even with Wendy's paycheck they would not have enough for groceries, gas and immediate bills since everything was purchased with ATM debit cards and credit cards these days. He had about ten dollars to his name.

Chris immediately offered eighty dollars he had made off renting his sister and mom. “I was saving this for some super-sweet full size replica of the Doctor's Tardis I saw on E-bay!”

Bill didn't know what Chris was talking about but he shook his head. “That's your money, I can't take it. You earned it.” He said pridefully.

“It's actually money earned off the sweat of the slut's asses. I would have had more but I already spent it on Battlefield 3.” Chris added, “The family is in trouble, I am part of the family, so I contribute to the family.” his logic couldn't be disputed especially in light of the family coming together in the recent week.

“Yes Sir, we'll work harder to earn more money for the family too.” Wendy felt confident she was speaking for Jamie when she made her offer.

“Wendy has made me aware that there is a balloon payment coming due this week on the house, and our car insurance, car payments, and a bunch of other bills are coming due. I don't think the twenty dollars you are making per night is going to make a dent in this.” Bill's brow was knotted as he thought about what to do.

“I could sell some blood at the free clinic.” Chris said with a smile trying to offer some levity into a difficult situation.

“If it's free, how much do you think you can get for it, Sir?” Jamie quipped knowing now was a time they could speak more freely and taking the opportunity to be funny.

“I didn't mean my blood? I meant yours and moms!” Chris topped her joke with one of her own.

“Actually, we could probably mow lawns, too. Did that guy contact you, Sir?” Jamie offered helpfully.

“You mean that old guy? I didn't know what he wanted and he sounded like a creeper so I just hung up on him.”

“A man approached me today while I was mowing Mrs. Waxerman's lawns about mowing his. I didn't know what to tell him so I told him that my brother could schedule it.”

“That isn't a bad idea, diversify my pimpin portfolio.” Chris jovially popped his collar and slit his eyes to act 'cool'.

“I suppose you girls want stars if you mow lawns and wash cars so we can afford groceries to feed your fat asses?” Bill sneered.

“At least earn a W for working, Sir.” Wendy counter offered. “You still get the money we earn, and it demonstrates we are trying to help the family in our currency capacity.”

Her mother was an expert negotiator of contracts at work and that came across in how succinctly she made that case. Jamie wondered if this was that point in Cathy Griffin's cycle where the negotiation was happening. It didn't feel like anger and denial had preceded getting to this point, at least not recently.

She had grown to accept her role and even have fun with it at times. “I sucked Van's cock like you told me too Sir, do I get a W for that one?” She asked changing the subject.

Wendy was surprised to hear Van’s name. She knew her sister had dated him years ago and it made her uncomfortable to think her daughter had just blown him. She told herself ,‘There is no way Lisa could find out her niece did that’, as she calmed herself over it. Jamie had sucked several dicks since the day before and she’d suck more before the week was out. This was something Wendy just needed to get used too. Van was very handsome and a lot of women her age might really like to suck Van’s dick, she thought to herself as she pictured it.

“Wow, I didn't really mean,” Bill started to explain and then he grinned at his daughter's admission. He had only said that in anger in his haste to be alone with Wendy and get to the bottom of the financial situation. He accepted her admission and asked where he took her.

“Through a hole in the pool shed.” She explained his logic for being able to keep his distance and not be caught inside the shed.

“Wow, my sister at the glory hole.” Chris joked.

That was the first time she heard that term, she was surprised there was a word for it. “I also had to suck off the Pooper Snoopers.”

Even her mom was shocked when she explained how they made it clear they would sick Waxerman on her, and that Jamie hadn't turned them down.

“You are becoming a real cocksucker.” Bill grinned at the mental image of what Van's reaction might have been to his daughter's offer. “Yeah, you get a W for that. What should your punishment be for not learning your lesson from yesterday? You don't get to hand out sexual favors to guys to get your way. Your mouth belongs to us!”

Jamie pouted slightly at the unfairness of the question. “I couldn't find you and Chris was talking to Delilah, Sir.”

“You could have interrupted to ask if you could suck off her cousins. I get the impression she would enjoy hearing you grovel and beg to be allowed to lick their sacks.” Chris lit up at the mention of the sweet and sassy Waxerman niece.

“Then I apologize Sir, and submit to a correction from the funishment jar. I haven't learned the appropriate lessons that I am under control even when you are not there to directly supervise me.”

Bill's grin was very broad as he leaned back in his patio chair. “I could make you go tell Mrs. Waxerman you blew her nephews and submit to her punishment.”

Jamie's eyes became wide like Millhouse at the thought of what the woman might do to her.

“I am a fair man though; obviously it's going to keep coming up that for some coincidence, groups of boys want you to suck their dick in exchange for something else. I mean that happens to me all the time, doesn't it happen to you Chris?” Bill said it in a tone that implies it never happens.

“Oh yeah Dad, the other day I was lost and I couldn't find my way home, and the only way a guy would give me directions was if I sucked his dick and his three friends.” Chris joked.

“That's nothing, I found someone's wallet and when I returned it to him, he said he'd report me unless I blew thirty cocks in a makeshift glory hole.” Bill fist bumped his son as they made fun of Jamie's apparently coincidental bad luck.

She took their condescension with lemony good humor and nodded along with a hint of a smile that it did seem like maybe more than a coincidence she always had to pay in BJs.

“From now on when you are in a situation where you are not under immediate direct supervision, and you feel like you have to do it, you need to get 5 dollars for hand jobs and 10 dollars for blowjobs or else it's a correction. ONE for each dick.” Bill said

“Wait, maybe she has to suck fifty dicks at once. It should probably just be one correction per dick sucking session, Dad?” Chris was half joking as he asked for leniency.

“Okay, I am willing to say up to three cocks for one correction and another correction for every fraction of three cocks after that IF it is in the same setting, but if she sucked three cocks in three separate incidents it is three corrections and that's my final offer.” Bill and Chris were having fun joking about Jamie's change to the rule.

“That seems fair, Sir.” Jamie squirmed while they laughed and talked about her like a whore.

“Good, that’s settled. You girls will do your best to earn as much as you can, and we men will take leadership and supervision roles to keep you settled. Do you need affirmations, because I am bored and I want to see if you really are loyal sluts who are learning your place.

Wendy looked around the pool party. It was in full swing with music, people laughing and playing. The adults were talking business and pleasure as realtors and insurance salesmen mingled in to talk about golf but end up talking about investments and annuities with some hapless party guest.

The initial shock over Cathy Griffin and her pets had died down and they were no doubt off some place doing something wicked.

“Okay, let’s do Dancing for Stars. You have three songs on the dance floor each to outdo each other. I want you to go dance with men on the dance floor and be as suggestive and interesting to watch as possible. The girl who performs the best today earns an extra star.” Bill quickly outlined his competition and with the clarification that he wanted them to get the most attention as possible and they were to be near the DJ booth.

Chris held up two water bottles with hastily hand written labels “Lemonade” and “Chocolate Drink” on them.

“Oh yeah, slut squeezins, whoever wins gets to pick which bottle she wants.” Bill smirked at Wendy.

She knew exactly what was in them. “Sir, don’t you think it’s fair she knows what is in each bottle.”

“Your mom’s slut’s squeezins, I am sure you’ve tasted worse.” Bill laughed at his daughter’s uncomfortable expressions. “Melted ice cubes mostly, with a little added flavor.”

Jamie wasn’t so naïve she didn’t know what they were talking about. “Do I get more stars for picking chocolate when I win, Sir?”

Before her father could complain that she was being greedy about stars her mother joked, “Who says you are going to win?” and took her by the hand out on the dance floor. The two were actually chuckling softly as they strolled through the party guests.

The DJ was a young Puerto Rican guy who looked like he’d rather be spinning house music that he could scratch and cut too than be at a suburban pool party. He stood with his arms folded as if he was waiting to have his picture put on a Beastie Boy’s album. He was playing Al Jarreau, Maddona, and Jimmy Buffet for a crowd of affluent Forty-somethings and teenagers but he did crack a smile when Wendy and her daughter joined the dance floor.

Wendy joked with her daughter as she scanned for someone to dance with, “Is my camel toe showing?” as if that might be the reason she was getting so many leering glances. The two were giggling at each other’s jokes as they slid around the dance floor together.

“I think you’ve got reverse camel toe,” Jamie joked back that it seemed everything else was showing except the slit of her clit.

“Chris says reverse camel toe is when your ass eats your shorts and your booty is showing” Wendy corrected jokingly over the music while the two danced together to get warmed up on the dance floor.

“I guess you have that too.” Jamie smirked noting how many disgusting terms they had learned from Chris in just over a week.

Hey, where did we go

Days when the rains came?

Down in the hollow

Playin' a new game

Laughin' and a-runnin', hey hey

Skippin' and a-jumpin'

In the misty mornin' fog

With our, our hearts a-thumpin'

And you, my brown eyed girl

You my brown eyed girl

A bouncy Van Morrison song, the first person to want to dance with Wendy was Van Pewterschmidt. “Hey, they are playing my song, shall we...” Implying some connection to the singer.

“We shall” Wendy accepted his offer and started dancing with him. She could see Chris and Bill in the distance watching from their table and trying to encourage her to be more frisky and entertaining. She wasn’t quite sure how to do more than jiggle and bounce.

“Who would have known you’d grow up to be more the beautiful Sister?” Van said confidently.

“Have you seen Lisa recently, Sir?” Wendy asked of her sister, barely acknowledging the compliment.

“Not in twenty years, but I can’t imagine she is as lovely as you. Bill is a very lucky man.”

Jamie was dancing with some teenage boys who Wendy didn’t know. They weren’t geeks so they were probably not Chris’s friends. She noticed her daughter was touching their shoulders and turning around to grind her butt cheeks into them while she danced sexy to the song and so Wendy stepped up her dance with Van the same way.

“You have a very lovely daughter.” Van offered.

“Oh thank you, Sir.”

“You just have to watch out, I think she may be a wild one.”

“Wild, how so?” Wendy played Coy, turning around to put her arm around his neck for leverage while she bumped her crotch into his waist. She had a small look of satisfaction on her face as she noted he was a little harder with each bump of her ass.

“Oh, I probably shouldn’t say.” Van got quiet and then joked “Well, she seemed to think your husband was serious when he left with you in a big hurry.”

“Serious about what, Sir?” Wendy was still being coy as she danced a sexy salsa style to the chorus of Brown eyed girl. She could hear her son in the distance ‘Brown EYE girl’ or perhaps that was her imagination.

“Oh, um he joked that she should, you know suck me off.”

Wendy gave him a flash of her beautiful eyes. She was a sexy older woman, equal parts Jamie Lee Curtis, Katy Segall and Connie Britton in the face, but nowhere near the youthful vibrancy of her daughter. She did outshine her daughter in one key area and that was her perfect tits that bounced and swayed hypnotically and she enjoyed the power they were having over Van. It seemed to put him off his swagger just a bit.

“She didn’t suck you off, Sir?” She sounded innocently annoyed as she continued to tease and dance.

That wasn’t the response Van expected from her. He had lived in the neighborhood long enough to see her as a confident executive type woman and assumed she was just letting her hair down at this pool party. He himself understood mid-life crises and he thought perhaps her wearing the way-too-skimpy bikini was just one of those things women her age do to see if they ‘still got it’ – and from where he was standing, it seemed she still had it!

“I’ll tell her father about that, he won’t be happy she lied and said she did, Sir.” She glanced at her daughter who was oblivious to the conversation and having fun dancing with two boys on either side of her while she did a little shake-shake. As a cheerleader with a lifelong interest in dance, just playing around on the dance floor was refreshing.

“Bill WAS serious? I didn’t know you guys rolled like that.” Van looked boyishly mischievous as he spun Wendy around the floor. “Actually, of all the DuBois women, I would have liked it to be you.” He whispered in her ear.

“Oh I would,” Wendy sighed as if this was the most normal request in the world, “but I’d have to charge ten dollars, Sir.” Her eyelids flicked up to gaze at his reaction and she was pleased to see it was something of a cross between disbelief and ‘jackpot!’ She wasn’t sure how Bill’s new rule was supposed to work since he wasn’t that far away and technically she could have asked his permission but she was enjoying the effect, her being so naughty and forward had on Van.

“I think we could arrange that.” He whispered in her ear, now feeling more free to pull her warm body close to his as they danced together.

“Can it wait until after I finish dancing? I’ve got two more songs to go, Sir?” She saw him nodding yes as she felt a surprising tickle run down her back and she spun on her heel.

It was her date from the previous night Sheldon with a big grin on his face. She excused herself from Van and picked up dancing with the young teenage boy. “Am I your Aunt, Sir?”

“Sure, if anyone asks, Aunt Wendy.”

She gave him a mischievous wink as she picked up the pace to catch up to her daughter. The two were often very competitive and this event was bringing it out in her. As she danced more vigorously she had to continue to adjust her suit because her silvered nipple ring kept poking out.

“Having fun, Sir?”

“Not as much fun as you seem to be. Whenever Jamie revvs up, you get even more wild.”

“Oh, I hadn’t noticed Sir?” A week without nightly aerobics, but Wendy wasn’t even winded, despite the provocative dancing she was doing. She had planned to let Jamie win this competition because she had wanted to let her pick the lemonade water bottle. The chocolate bottle was mostly water and a little bit of actual chocolate syrup. The twist was that the water had all at one time been ice cubes that had melted out of her ass and her sweat and tears and she didn’t want to foist that on Jamie.

She noticed Jamie seemed to be bumping and grinding with three much larger boys who were probably football players by the looks of them. Jamie had encouraged them to start slamming into her on the dance floor earlier in the song but now she seemed to be regretting that choice as they tossed her around like a rag doll. Her heart went out for poor sweet Jamie and her predicament.

That was until she said, “What are you looking at old woman?” Jamie called to her over the music with a smirk.

“Oh, old woman is it?” Wendy swiveled her hips like she was dancing with a hula hoop, gyrating and fucking the invisible air while holding Sheldon. She knew some where Victoria Waxerman was probably having a heart attack at the scandalous behavior but she was caught up in her fun competition with her daughter.

Jamie whispered something to the DJ. She was asking him for a song which at first he didn’t seem to want to play. He just shook his head stone-faced. Jamie pulled her monokini suspenders to the side while facing him with her back to the majority of dancers and with that he tapped something into his laptop and “Bubble Pop” came on.

This was the song Chris had insisted they learn to do hummers too. It was mostly Korean but the hook was unmistakably American “ooh boy! Hey boy! Bubble Bubble Pop!” and now Wendy and Jamie were dancing together.

They embraced and tried to look each other in the eyes very sexily but they both started to giggle after about twenty seconds of that. Their bodies were locked together in an embrace while they kept rhythm to the music.

They had plenty of attention from how they were dancing and dressed before this but now they were the highlight of the dance floor as they worked their bodies together in synchronicity to the music.

Wendy was the first one to adjust Jamie’s top so that half of her pink nipples were showing. She had a big cheesy grin as if she were playing a little joke on her daughter while they danced. Jamie returned the favor by pulling her mother’s bikini bottoms higher on her hips so that the crack of the string buried itself in her crotch.

The two could hear some people egging them on “Oh Damn!” and “Get it, Girl!” in the background. The music was sexy and up tempo and the two got caught up in touching and playing with each other until whether by accident or intention they stepped over the side of the pool and landed in the water together. Neither of them could ever be sure if the other had wanted to do it or not, but when they came up for air both weren’t wearing their suits.

Jamie was the first to cover her chest with her hands with a gasp, the hands providing far more protection than the monokini had ever done for her modesty. Her mother didn’t seem to notice at first but she smiled and covered hers as well.

The Waxerman boys may have been the first ones to dive into the pool when people realized they had lost their suits in the fall, getting a good look at their exposed asses in the water. They had been cavorting all night in almost nothing at all, but seeing them stripped of those final inches of bathing suit material was enough to put man and teenager into the water.

With nothing else to say after a pause, “You did that on purpose!” Jamie splashed playfully at her mother returning a hand to her bare chest.

“Me? You were the one who pulled my string off when we fell!” Wendy’s splash was both hands.

The music was just finishing as the two started to accuse each other of pulling off the others suit and splash-cat fighting. There wasn’t a trace of malice in either woman though and it was possible by the end of the fight they had forgotten they were standing in four foot of water completely naked surrounded by about a hundred pool guests.

They might have continued a little longer until Jimmy Waxerman held up an impossible sliver of a wet bathing suit and shouted, “Hey, looking for this?” and turned and ran.

Jamie was the first to launch herself out of the pool after him with Wendy right behind. It might have seem tragic or even despicable if not for the DJ’s perfect timing;

Oh, yes, they call him the Streak

Look at that, look at that
Boogity Boogity!

He likes to show off his physique

Look at that, look at that
Boogity Boogity!

If there's an audience to be found

He'll be streakin' around

Invitin' public critique

Boogity Boogity!

There wasn’t a dry eye that didn’t laugh when the two grown women chased the Waxerman boys around the pool to the funny old 70s music (With Victoria Waxerman being one of the few exceptions). The DJ transitioned perfectly into the Benny Hill saxophone chase music when the initial joke of the Ray Steven’s song had run its course.

Wendy and Jamie were rounding the pool with hands half-covering their crotch and breasts in vain when Victoria put a stop to her boys. “Give them back their suits”

“Do we have ta’, Nah-nah?” Jimmy was already handing back the wet rags to the girls as he asked the question he already knew the answer too.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Wendy was very polite to Victoria who only snubbed her nose at the woman.

There was gawking as the two women stepped into their bikinis, and if not for the comic timing of a DJ who seemed to understand how to turn what could seem like the end of the laughter into more with a rocking tune;

Oh, she said

Any way you want it

That's the way you need it

Any way you want it

She said, Any way you want it

That's the way you need it

Any way you want it

The Journey song brought memories of the classic moment in Caddyshack when Rodney Dangerfield calls everyone “Let’s Party”, and if it hadn’t, that guy who still quotes old Fletch movies made sure everyone heard HIM say it.

That might have been the talk of the party until next year’s shindig, the most scandalous and wildest thing anyone had seen in person if not for what came next. As fate would have it, Cathy Griffin was chasing a naked Hope Miller out of the bathroom with a make shift cutting board paddle and a beer bottle right through the pool area and into the parking lot. Hope’s father loping along behind the two of them completely naked and carrying his speedo calling for Mistress Cathy was a scene that even made Mrs. Victoria Waxerman laugh out loud. She’d deny it of course, but if you were there you would have seen it.

The family had come full circle again from where they were a week ago at the entrance to the county fair. Bill had taken Wendy into his arms and gave her a big kiss and told her he was happy she was his wife.

They had learned so much about themselves and each other.

Bill was realizing he couldn’t be perfect but he could try and plan for the obvious things life through his way. He was realizing he would never again be that Adonis football player he was in high school – and that there would always be men who had more, did more, looked better but he had three things they did not. He had Wendy his wife, Chris his son and Jamie his slutty daughter and that was enough for him.

Wendy was realizing she couldn’t be perfect, and she shouldn’t be. She was realizing she had wasted a lot of time on her career and looks and she had missed out on so much she didn’t know about her husband, son and daughter. They were each much more interesting than she had ever imagined. She was able to find a way to not take personally all the sadistic things Bill and Chris had put her through and even find ways to have fun with them.
She had Jamie to thank for so much of that because without her to face these tribulations with she might have folded.

She still wanted to protect and be the guardian angel for Jamie if she could, whether she wanted her to or not. She couldn’t remember if she had wanted her mom to stop looking after her when she was a teenager and let her spread her wings or not, but she thought maybe she had and it was something you forget when you become a mother yourself.

She had chosen the ‘chocolate’ slut squeezins when she won the ‘dancing for stars’ contest. She didn’t say it was to protect Jamie, instead she playfully pretended she was a sucker for chocolate. Chris didn’t question this one bit. He laughed and said, “I knew if I put real chocolate in the water that would get you!” as he pumped his fist in a victory pump.

Wendy had to suck Van’s dick while squatting in the pool shed and he took his time before he finally came in her mouth. She wasn’t going to let Van rub it in that he’d had Wendy, Lisa and Jamie at one time or another. Instead, she made a big show of giving the ten dollars to Bill right in front of Van so he felt more like a trick than a stud.

Chris was having fun at the pool party and he talked to Delilah right up until Mrs. Waxerman announced it was time to get out of this ‘heathen-filled orgy’. He knew she was probably evil in some way but he was fascinated by the girl and for some reason unknown to him, she seemed to be genuinely interested in him.

He had grown in confidence by bossing around his sister and mother this past week. The kind of confidence that relaxes you and makes you feel comfortable with your position and what you know. He had thought power would be stressful – worrying about losing it or what might happen if he made a bad decision.

This feeling wasn’t like that at all. He suspected that confidence had managed to charm Delilah and he looked forward to seeing her again. He still wanted to play his computer games and his X-box and read comic books, but he now had other interests outside of the fantasy worlds he escaped too. He had found a balance.

Jamie had to suck the cocks of Dave, Noah and Thad from the football team at the party. They didn’t have to pay her father because she owed them from the night before. They weren’t too sure they liked the idea of using the pool shed ‘glory hole’ but after she finished loving their cock until they exploded, none of them complained.

She had just finished sucking Sheldon’s cock for ten dollars when she finally saw Bradley Jenkins again.

This time there was no one else around to distract her or pull her away and she could talk to him. She had no pockets to speak of and not only was her hair still wet but her pussy was too. She had been playing with herself in the pool shed and now she had the money she just earned sucking dick in her sticky fingers.

“Hey, the popular one.” Bradley said to her when he noticed her walking towards the party. He had been laughing with some friends when she came up, but turned to give her his full attention.

“Hello Sir, I didn’t see you earlier.” She blinked at him. He had a way of making her nervous in a way that was nothing like the jitters she got from being exposed in front of the community or being punished for being a bad girl -this was excitement jitters, lust jitters, first-crush jitters.

“Yeah, we ducked out of this lame party. My father is here pressing flesh and trying to sell some time shares, and my mom is here to catch up on the latest gossip. I am just here to keep up appearances. I heard you and your mom took a little spill into the pool though, what was that all about?”

“It was an accident, Sir.” She wasn’t sure if it was or not, but she regretted sounding so naïve and dumb. She kept kicking herself to try to sound more mature.

“You both fell in the pool, and you both completely came out of your bathing suits?” His tone said he did not believe it but his broad grin said he was more amused than anything else about it.

“There are some things about me I should probably tell you, Sir.” Jamie said trying to get her confidence up.

“Every time you call me Sir, I can’t help but feel like Peppermint Patti.” He was gregarious and funny and she was absolutely charmed by everything about him. He normally wore his hair in that messy way that you know he took a long time in the mirror to get just so, but Jamie liked it since he’d been in the pool. It had curled up slightly and it was wild and unruly. She drank in his lean tan body and wondered if this was how the dirty old men who drink in her body must feel. She could suddenly understand why they did it.

“That is what I wanted to talk to you about, Sir. There are some things about me you should know.”

“Is this where you quote Pee Wee Herman to me?” he laughed at her as the two found a quiet table by the pool to sit at. “There's a lotta things about me you don't know anything about, Dottie. Things you wouldn't understand. Things you couldn't understand. Things you shouldn't understand.” He said with a dramatic flair.

She didn’t know the reference and she shrugged, her blue eyes twinkling in the light of the pool.

“You don't wanna get mixed up with a guy like me. I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel. So long, Dott.” And he laughed as he quoted an old movie.

Jamie couldn’t help but think Chris would have known that reference right away. She opened her mouth to say something but no words could come out of her pretty lips.

He looked at her, noticing she was having an awkward time of explaining herself “You are a slave to your brother and father, and they make you go on dates for money, right?” he grinned.

“You knew?” Her face was a mixture of relief and ‘I wish you would have told me you knew!’.

“Yeah, Gerald told me all about it. I didn’t believe it at first, but it all started to make sense. The Sirs and the dog collar, which by the way, I really like this new one, it is very elegant.”

“Thanks, my father wanted to get it engraved with my name on it.” She took the compliment before she realized he was teasing her and slapped him on the shoulder playfully. She became a little more serious “I know it probably sounds really disgusting and Jerry Springerish.”

“Actually, I was thinking you would make an excellent guest and I scheduled you for next Thursday, how does that work for you, or will you be tied up that day?” he let the double-entendre’ about being ‘tied up’ linger and the two laughed. He asked, “The one thing I don’t really understand is why are you doing this exactly?”

“It is such a long story, Brad.” She decided to take a risk and call him by his first name. Her father and brother were nowhere nearby and he seemed like he didn’t like to be called Sir anyway. “My mother and I did some really bad things - We had the best of intentions.”

“Oh yes, I know how the best of intentions goes.” He prodded her to continue her story.

She explained how it had begun almost as a joke to prod the men into getting in shape and cleaning up after themselves. Things had escalated when Bill and Chris left and went to the motel and they were so desperate to get back they agreed to anything. Her mom and her hadn’t tried to make it sexual but somehow they ended up naked and monitored and it seemed to be keeping the guys in line. Cathy Griffin had even taken Chris off her hands and watched him one day.

“Her brothers are bad news. I went to high school with them.” Brad agreed with her and listened intently as Jamie summarized how they had cuckolded the men and made them clean up and had fun laughing at them.

“Then somehow things got twisted around, and we ended up their slaves.”

“Let me guess, you got in a spaceship, came back to Earth and when you saw the Statue of Liberty (and in his best Charlton Heston impersonation) ‘Oh my God. I'm back. I'm home. All the time, it was... We finally really did it…You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!’ Then he pointed out, “He was named Taylor too!”

Jamie smiled even though she didn’t recognize his Planet of the Apes reference. “My brother would like you.”

“I knew your brother, he was a freshmen when I was a Senior. I liked him.”

“You knew him?”

“Hey, I wasn’t always the coolest guy you know. Yeah, I was a big band nerd and audio/video club.” He admitted with his modest good humor.

“What happened?” she asked

“I guess I blossomed?” He was for the first time uncomfortable with the conversation. He didn’t want to come across too narcissistic.

She was reminded of how often her Mom had used that phrase ‘blossomed in high school’. It didn’t apply to Jamie, she had been attractive all of her life, but she liked that he had that in common with her mother.

She tried to explain the details of what she agreed too with her father and why. She had wanted to repair the family before they got a divorce and give the guys payback that she felt they deserved. The rules had been much tougher but they were designed to address the female condition instead of the male one because the girls would have been able to do most of the things they were after the guys to do (exercise/eat right) without any sacrifice at all.

She explained about the stars and the letters and as she was describing another stipulation Bradley Jenkins bent in close and as natural as could be, kissed her on the lips lovingly. “How many stars do you earn for a kiss, Jamie Taylor?” He whispered in a sexy voice.

She had kissed boys and men during her service but it was always something she dreaded. It was so intimate that she preferred sucking cock to it. She hadn’t told anyone, but the thought of looking them in the eye and opening her mouth to be invaded by someone else seemed far more personal than just massaging their cocks with her tongue.

This was different – it was mutual and it was giving and it felt good.

She smiled and kissed him back and rather than escalate by reaching behind her monokini to touch her nipples or try to dig into her pussy he just caressed her hair and kissed her sweetly.

She wasn’t sure if that meant they were boyfriend and girlfriend. She wondered if he might just be here for a little while before he returned to college. So many men had used her for their own sexual perversions she would not have been surprised but she decided to stop thinking for a while and just go with the flow.

Her father and brother may have known what she was doing but neither of them said a word to her about it or punished her. Jamie liked to imagine that she had earned this time and even if she had been punished it would be worth it.

The party continued until sunset with a lot of people leaving before then. Jamie got to spend time talking and laughing with Bradley Jenkins and not thinking.

Well, she did think about one thing.

Jamie thought to herself that Cathy Griffin wasn't quite right about those five stages she described earlier at the party when she went over how things had gone according to a predictable pattern of denial, anger, negotiation and so on.

Sometimes the negotiation has a happy ending for all parties.

The sun melted on the pool, and the Taylor’s watched it go down. Wendy was in Bill’s lap and Jamie across the pool with Bradley. Chris was still thinking about Delilah and despite the bills, the problems, and all the shit they had gone through for the first time in a long while everyone could say - life was good.

Life was damned good!