The Family Feud IV

Chapter Thirty-Five
Jamie’s Journal: Say I won a math debate real fast

**Note to reader: This is an excerpt of Jamie’s journal from Wednesday approximately 8:45 pm from her perspective. The events take place after her father introduces her to the S.H.I.T system. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

CASH EARNINGS WEDNESDAY

WENDY: $385
JAMIE: $535

I got dressed and out of the cabana as quickly as I could to start my night of whoring. I didn’t see the guy that had been waiting on mom – I guess he found someone else to please him.

I rubbed my sore ass – Dad’s belt had really put a good strapping across my tender cheeks. If I hadn’t been spanked every day for weeks I might have actually cried – but I just continued walking while I massaged my sore hiney.

I had a lot on my mind about the new agreement we just made with Dad and Chris. I normally am in lockstep with my mom but there were so many questions she would have normally asked that she did not this time. A few weeks ago when they introduced the first draft of rules to us, mom had actually gotten into the nitty-gritty of the rules and negotiated with Dad.

This time she just agreed to everything without question. I wondered if she knew what we were getting into? I guess if anything I could take some solace in the thought that we’d be doing it together whatever it was - at least until Sunday. Then what?

I would have to go back to school.

Would I go back to wearing what I used to wear? Rue 21 and trendy stuff like that or come to school in my whore clothes still?

Would I even have any choice besides the outfits we already had?

How would it be to ride a bus to school and not have to be dry humped by a 9^th grader whose lap I had to sit on all the way to school?

I touched my pink dog collar and wondered if I would take it off? I couldn’t take off the tattoo – I probably wouldn’t take off the piercings – I was going to have some interesting stories to tell my future husband, huh?

“Oh yeah, when I was sixteen I was a street walker with my mom for a few weeks, oh gangbangs? Well there was one,” I smiled to myself as I pictured being in my thirties sipping coffee in a suburban house of my own with my new husband swapping stories about growing up.

I was stalking across the courtyard of the motel. The high heels I had on were painful and kept my calf muscles tight and strained while forcing me to wiggle my ass while I walked. I am sure this whole idea of fuck me pumps had originally been dreamt up by a man.

Two black boys who couldn’t have been older than the Waxerman kids were standing in the shadows between one of the cabanas leering at me. I don’t mean to sound racist but all I could see was their eyes and the big smile of their white teeth in the darkness.

I heard a girl in the background but I couldn’t see her comment on me “She so nasty!”

I waved hello to them and gave them a wink. I assumed they lived around here somewhere. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I am assuming any kids who grow up around here are used to hookers walking around the motel this time of night and aren’t that shocked to see anyone dressed like me.

I was dressed like a Ho’ there was no mistaking that. When my hand rubbed my ass I could feel my bare butt cheek exposed at the bottom of my skirt. If Victoria had a secret, I was dressed more like her explanation.

I was scanning the highway for cars – the traffic was light. I would have to work hard tonight to earn money for my family. I know Chris doesn’t want me using euphemisms to sugar coat things – I would have to fuck and suck a lot of guys to earn money for my owners is what I should have said just now.

I noticed Ronnie and Doris (two of the other whores that work for Rahjid) were arguing. “I know you took it,” Doris said with her cute Rosie Perez accent.

“I certainly did not, I would not touch any of your shit,” Ronnie answered back angrily while the cherry red glow of her cigarette lit up the area around her face for a moment in the shadows of the motel.

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“This is bullshit and you know it,” Doris was providing some drama as the two women argued back and forth. I could not help but wonder what they thought of me as they stared at me while I strolled past them before continuing their back and forth pissing match. I tried to picture my brother and father dominating them the way they did my mother and I and I almost laughed out loud at the mental image.

I could just see Ronnie with her hair weave and cigarette standing there naked “Go on honey and attach that weight to my titty now, I’m getting tired of standing here like this.” In that husky, sweet, black southern voice of hers.

Then Doris saying “Oh no Poppy Chulo, you better not put that butt plug up my ass, I will put it up yours”.

I could have actually pictured Maya in a full dominatrix rubber suit, but I couldn’t picture the six foot tall blonde submitting to anyone. I was as shocked as anyone to learn she was a he – granted, a he with a perfect set of boobs.

I was already walking down the sidewalk towards the neon lights of an empty plaza and a bank that might have at one time been a pizza hut by the way it was built. It had one of those iconic pizza hut roofs but had been painted green like somehow no one would notice. I chuckled and scanned for my next customer.

I wasn’t sure if I should call them ‘johns’, ‘tricks’, ‘clients’, ‘customers’. I would have to ask Chris and Dad when I got back what they prefer. I am sure probably the most disgusting and blunt of all the possibilities is the most likely.

Honk

They don’t usually honk – attracts too much attention. I looked at the tiny green chevette and thought it might be Peter from earlier. It was a different guy and he rolled down his window to talk to me.

I sauntered on over to him with a big smile on my face.

“Hey there cutie, I noticed you were out here skipping down the sidewalk,” Had I been? I didn’t even realize how foolish that must have looked. “Oh shit, it’s you,” he obviously recognized me.

I recognized him too.

“Mr. Dragovich?” I was stunned – my principal from school. I smiled flirtatiously but inside I instantly turned to Jell-O. This was so much easier around strangers or people whose opinion of me didn’t matter. I know on some level that I still crave approval from teachers and principals – a born teacher’s pet.

“Get in,” He offered reluctantly. He was a giant bear of a man with one of those Hulk Hogan style mustaches that went down around his lip on both sides – but chestnut brown instead of blonde.

“Really?” I had already opened the door rendering my question moot as I sat down next to him. On the outside I was smiling but inside I was worried about what he must think of me – I am such a slut now.

“Should I even ask what you are doing out here?” Mr. Dragovich looked disappointed as he looked me up and down.

“I suppose I don’t have to ask what brought you out here, Sir?” I smiled playfully but melted a little inside – Wondering what he must have thought of me?

“Very funny, yes you know why I was on this street, but not for sex with someone from my school! I mean for Christ sakes, this is on the other side of town.” He sounded frustrated.

“I won’t tell anyone, Sir” I promised him sweetly while hoping he didn’t think I was a wild child bad-girl.

“Oh tell that to the last guy with my job – Principal Banks. He got caught up in some mess with your friend Cathy Griffin and now the last I heard, he is working as a teacher in Chicago’s upper east side.” He laughed.

“So why did you let me in the car then, Sir?” I was not being coy – I really did not know what he wanted me in his car for.

“You are such a sweet girl, Jamie. What happened?” he had one hand on the steering wheel, and looked over at me.

I instantly knew he was about to lecture me about how nasty and naughty I was being – the embarrassment started to grow inside of me.

“I wish I had an easy answer for you Sir,” I don’t think he wanted to hear the number of chapters it would take to fully explain everything and I wasn’t about to let him read my journal. I would be mortified if anyone read this!

“Your parents know where you are?” he held his cell phone in his free hand as if to imply he was going to call them.

“Yes sir, they do,” I answered him truthfully. I wanted to explain it all – that I was a good girl but fearful of his disapproval so I left it at answering his question.

“They do? Well do they know what you are doing?” He was shocked.

“Yes Sir, actually they do,” another truth but he didn’t seem to believe me. I had been really good about being playful and sexy – but eleven years of asking for extra credit at school and getting straight A’s meant that Principals were my kryptonite. The disappointment in his voice was fueling my embarrassment.

“You are full of it now, how about I call them, give me their number,” he wanted to call me on what he assumed was a bluff.

“If you’d like to talk to them, they are just back at the motel behind us actually Sir,” I said calmly while internally turning to Jell-O.

He looked at me and then looked over his shoulder at the broke down light in front of Rahjid’s motel that was flashing vacancy – but only a few of the letters were lighting up.

“We are getting kicked out of our house, so I am trying to earn a little money is all, Sir” I said. I did not want him to feel sorry for me – but I hated the fact that he thought I was just a rebellious teen like Cathy.

“Why don’t you get a job at a pet store or a Hardees? You don’t have to do this, Jamie.” He seemed more inclined to believe me but now he opened his door and got out.

“I actually do, it’s really hard to explain though.” I saw that he wanted me to get out of the car and I followed him.

We left his car parked alongside of the sidewalk and continued to the motel on foot.

“You need counseling. Is someone abusing you? I don’t mean just physically, but in any way?” He looked concerned and worried for my safety.

I smiled sweetly and assured him things were fine. “No abuse sir” and that was technically not a lie. The spankings I received were all things I had agreed were part of the boundaries of the rules. Abuse would have meant something against my will.

“That seems like bullshit to me. Unless that is a new tattoo, I can see the red marks on your butt in that ridiculously small skirt you are wearing” he looked at me seriously and after catching my gaze looked a little embarrassed. “I could not help but notice Jamie. I am a principal. I check skirt lengths at school all day.” He felt the need to offer more of an explanation.

“If I minded you looking at my ass, I wouldn’t have worn the skirt,” I said to him. I think my willingness to talk that openly made him uncomfortable. “Look all you would like Sir, and yes I was spanked but it wasn’t abuse.

We rounded the corner into the motel and Doris and Ronnie had made up and were laughing and talking together while they smoked cigarettes and watched for passing cars – and potential customers.

“MMmhmmm, now that is one fine looking man you got there, Ass-face,” Ronnie added “That ass of his looks delicious.”

“Ass face?” He leaned down a little to whisper his question.

“It’s my nickname, I guess, Sir.” I answered while keeping my eyes closed. I couldn’t look at him and admit it. It just sounded so awful all of a sudden - as if I were hearing the nickname again for the very first time.

“Some nickname,” He stood at our cabana door and asked “So your family is inside?” rapping his knuckles on the screen door while I nodded it was.

My Dad came to the door without his shirt and wearing only his jeans. “Oh, Mr. Dragovich from school, this is a little unexpected.”

“Mr. Taylor, it is nice to see you. I just wondered if you knew your daughter was walking the streets tonight?” he asked sternly but it was obvious he would have rather not been having this conversation.

“No?” My dad was pretty good at acting in front of Mrs. Waxerman but his feigned look of surprise was a little hard to believe for anyone else.

Chris came to the door while buckling his belt.

“Oh, Chris Taylor, you are here too.” Mr. Dragovich said sarcastically.

“Is this whore giving you any trouble?” Chris joked as he strode up to the screen door. He either hadn’t heard Dad’s denial or didn’t care. My stomach started to drop out as I felt a new unexplained wave of embarrassment wash over me. I think it was the fear of getting caught in a lie – not something I deal with well.

“You Taylor’s are certainly one of the most unusual families I have at Cherry Lawn,” He laughed. I wondered who was more unusual than us and how? That would make a story in and of itself I guess.

“What exactly are you doing out here? Khal Drogo,” My brother called him a name from Game of Thrones very casually.

He smiled – he had heard that reference before. He was tall and square shouldered and in a lot of ways looked like the Barbarian King character from HBO’s Game of Thrones. Some of the nerdier kids at school had taken to calling him “Khal Drogo” as a nickname.

“What I am doing out here is none of your business, Chris.” Mr. Dragovich explained defensively.

“I think it is my business, I don’t imagine you drove all the way out here for a sale at J-Mart did you?” Chris pressed the issue – implying he knew that Mr. Dragovich was cruising MLK blvd for hookers.

“Chris, I am concerned about your sister. Jamie you don’t have to behave like this,” Mr. Dragovich didn’t answer Chris’s question as he turned to me.

“Yes she does, tell him why sis.” Chris commanded.

I was hesitant for a split second but then I looked at Dad and Chris and answered “Because I am a whore Sir, and you are the boss of me.” As obediently as I could. I didn’t look at Mr. Dragovich because I could feel a wave of his disappointment wash over me.

“No you aren’t a whore, you don’t have to do what your brother tells you,” Mr. Dragovich offered a plea of reason to me.

“Yes she does, show him Sis. Turn around,” Chris was smirking as he gave the order and I obeyed.

“Stick it out,” Chris ordered and I knew he meant stick my butt out as far as I could and bend forward.

“Even white boys got to shout,” Chris laughed and slapped my ass. The skirt covered nothing when I stood ass out and bent forward – as I soon discovered.

“Chris!” Mr. Dragovich was stunned by the sound of his voice.

“Look, relax Khal Drago, it’s cool,” Chris tried to calm him down.

“No it is not cool,” Mr. Dragovich sounded every bit the Principal in his response.

“You would not be looking at my sister’s sweet, sweet ass,” Chris pinched my butt cheeks “If you weren’t a man. You came down here because you have needs like anyone else.”

There was silence while Mr. Dragovich considered what to say next and I felt so awkward not being able to see any of them while bent over facing my ass towards them.

“That may be true, but not with my students, Chris.” Mr. Dragovich hadn’t budged on that. I wasn’t sure if I felt relief that he was one of the good guys or disappointment he thought I wasn’t.

“I am not one of your students Sir, would you like to fuck me instead?” I turned my head at the sound of my mom’s voice. How long had she been watching from inside the cabana. She was completely naked except for her high heels and dog collar as she stood in the silhouette of the cabana screen door. I could see a tiny weight hanging from her clit.

“Mrs. Taylor?” I don’t think Mr. Dragovich had seen my mom’s transformation – although I assumed it was common knowledge in the rumor mill.

“I am not a student at your school, I am a full grown woman. Would you like to play with me, Sir?” My mom strutted out of the door and glided onto the steps over towards him seductively.

“Why are you doing this?” Mr. Dragovich sounded nervous and slightly impressed as she loosened his tie.

“I love cock, so does my daughter. I promise, I will treat you extra special,” My mom touched his trousers to rub his cock and lead him into the cabana. “Come on Sir, I am extra horny.”

Was she competing with me to be a bigger slut and get that weight removed, or was she saving my bacon from an uncomfortable situation? Either way, Mr. Dragovich went inside with her. He was after all a man and not a saint.

“You can stand up now, you pig” Chris tickled my clit from behind as I stood up.

Dad laughed “Try not to pick members of your faculty for your customers.”

“Should I refer to them as customers, Sir?” I asked awkwardly one of the many questions I had been thinking about before this.

“What?” Dad asked confused that I had asked.

“She wants to know if she gets to call them customers or tricks or johns or something like that, isn’t that right slut?” Chris had picked up on the context of my question. It was odd how he seemed to be inside my head. I guess he paid more attention to me growing up than I ever thought. He seems to know me inside and out. I nodded and he asked “What do you think slut?”

“Well dad had called them customers,” I answered back sweetly.

“That’s what Dad is allowed to call them. What do you think you need to call them?” He redirected the question back to me.

“Well I would call them Sir,” I answered.

“Yes you would, because?” Chris asked prodding me to give a more detailed answer.

“Because they are my better, and I must show respect to all men, Sir. I was asking more if I should call them tricks or johns, though” I replied as politely as I could.

“I know you were, but you have forgotten your lessons about being direct and not beating around the bush and trying to be polite. You are a slut, and you need to talk like one, so they are never customers or clients to you. You will refer to them as johns and tricks in that context, because that is what a whore like you would say, got it?”

“Yes Sir!” I nodded in understanding – I think there is something in me that drives me to conscientiously clarify what I already know.

“You’ve got something here on your shirt,” He pointed to my shirt and when I looked down he brought his finger up and booped me on the nose. “Gotcha, ass face,” Dad and him laughed and sent me back to walk the street while Mom fucked Mr. Dragovich in the cabana. He was trying to cheer me up and tease me and when he didn’t get a smile from me – he honked my tits and made a funny farting sound.

I have to admit – I did giggle and smile a little.

I waved to Dad and Chris as I walked away – knowing my mom was in the cabana fucking my principal. Dad and Chris flipped me the finger and yelled for me to stop “Fiddle-fucking the fuck around.” So I did just that and got back to scanning the side walk. There were more cars now and I did not see the other girls – they must have been working tricks themselves.

I made it about twenty feet down the sidewalk in a new direction from the last time I tried it before running into an old bum. He was black and smelled like beer and looked disgusting. He had an old sweater and ball cap and reminded me of the janitor at my school. I thought it might be ironic if it really was him.

“Let me holler at’cha, let me holler at cha!”

“Sir?” I had to remain polite and not turn my nose up at him. I didn’t think he had enough money to afford me but I knew I’d get in trouble if I didn’t stick to behaving as I had been taught.

He seemed surprised I actually acknowledged him. I think it may have been the first time a girl actually let him ‘holler’ at her.

He slowly pushed his shopping cart over to me and I met him half-way next to a small alleyway where he had been standing it. The pungent smell of stale urine reeked from the alley.

“Aren’t you purty?” he asked as he looked me up and down.

“Why thank you sir, you are, well you look nice too!” I lied politely.

He laughed as if he knew I was full of shit but appreciated the compliment anyway. “You have a purty mouff,” he tried to touch my face but I moved back slightly – I didn’t have to give it away (unless my brother or father ordered it).

“Sorry sir, it will cost ten for a hand job, twenty for a BJ,” I tried to be polite and not assume he was broke. However, I guess I was since I only told him the two cheapest options.

He laughed through dirt-stained teeth. “How about for a dollar, I can sniff your panties?” he croaked in his throaty voice.

“Sorry sir, I am not wearing panties,” I even turned around so he could see that the bottom part of my ass was popping out of the skirt.

“Oaky doke, then lemme stick a finger in your ass and smell it for a dollah!” He countered.

He was so gross and disgusting I was secretly glad he didn’t have the money. “I apologize sir, but I have a butt plug in and I can’t do anything for less than ten, do you have that much?” I prayed he didn’t.

“Nah, I don’t even have a dollah! Hee-yahaw!” his laugh at his own joke sounded kind of like a bullfrog.

“Okay, well if you will excuse me, then Sir” I kept walking.

“Now hold up, hold up, I aint done hollerin atcha” it seemed as though he was lonely and he wasn’t about to give up on the first girl who gave him the time of day. He moved much faster to walk beside me.

“I am sorry Sir, I need to make some money, please?” I pleaded and kept walking faster.

“Now hole up, hole up, let me holler? Let me holler, c’mon, lemme holler?” he pleaded and put his hand on my shoulder. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next but I shrugged him off and my heart beat faster. Was I going to get raped like Dad had predicted?

I wouldn’t find out because a familiar face popped out of one of the stores nearby. It was “Big Mike” the tattoo artist from the county fair and he was leaving a tattoo parlor to have a smoke. “Hey, leave the girl alone!” he chased off the old man with his intimidating presence.

“Alright, shit, I was just trying to holler at some body!” he mumbled to himself as the old man went back to his alleyway in defeat.

“Hey kid, I remember you, how is your mom?”

“She is fine Sir, you work here?” I noticed his tattoo parlor.

“I sure do, I am part owner! It seems you work here too?” he lit a cigarette as he motioned to the street casually. He knew exactly what I was doing out here and didn’t need to ask.

“Yes sir, well you DID give me that tattoo” I said brightly. I didn’t mean to sound so optimistic and cheerful like I was always excited – but I couldn’t help it.

“Oh yeah, the bimbo thing. I definitely remember you and your mom,” he shook his head with a laugh. “I see you have a tongue stud now?” He had noticed the little dick shaped tongue stud in my mouth. I had forgotten all about it – although periodically it made me lisp just a little bit like a baby. I opened my mouth wide for him to get a good look at it.

“That is fucking hot as hell,” He fanned his meaty hands like he was putting out a fire.

“Thank you sir,” I could not help but sound like an enthusiastic cheerleader – my response probably sounded so white-bread and out of place out on the cold streets of Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd but there it was – my natural squeak.

“You know, I hope it doesn’t sound creepy, but uh,” He wanted to change the subject but I prodded him to ask anyway – nothing shocked me lately. “You will think I am perverted,” he laughed dismissively.

“Most men are perverts, it is how I make my money Sir,” I grinned foolishly.

“Damn, you look like Taylor Swift in this light. That cherry red lipstick, your hair and blue eyes, I just can’t believe you are out here actually,” His compliment made me blush.

“That’s so sweet and it is not creepy at all, Sir!” I waved him off.

“No, the creepy part is I was going to ask if I could fuck you,” he looked at me to see if I would be upset and I continued smiling so he added “I would pay of course, I am just saying,” he sounded nervous.

“Why do you think that would offend me, Sir?” I laughed.

“Well, you just have that all-American girl next door look, and because after sneaking around the fair with you guys and the hours I spent tattooing you, I just feel like I know you – more than a customer, like family. I feel like you are my little sister or something and maybe it’s wrong to want to do you, you know what I mean?”

“Well, I fuck my ACTUAL brother, and let him spank me, so it wouldn’t be as weird to me as you think, but I do see what you mean Sir,” I giggled warmly.

His cigarette dropped out of his mouth in disbelief and hit the ground still smoking.

“Yeah, I had wondered about that. You two are blood related?” His question was making him horny – I could see he was excited and uncomfortable at the same time.

“We popped out of the same cunt Sir, a year and a few months apart,” I assured him – which only made his smile broaden deeper. He was deeply tattooed and bald – he kind of reminded me of the ‘comic book guy’ from the Simpsons only much tougher looking.

“Damn, that is one saucy mouth you have on you too!” His tone told me he liked how I talked.

“I am not allowed to call it a vagina, only proper and polite ladies have those. Whores like my mom and I have to call it a cunt, Sir” I explained the rule – in as sweet a way as I could.

“Can you call it a gash?” he laughed.

“I think my owners probably would allow that. My mom gets away with saying pussy all the time, Sir.” I laughed.

“Owners, huh?” His eyebrows went up and down as if to imply ‘please tell me more!’

“Yes sir, my dad and brother are my owners,” I sighed and added “So is Rahjid at the motel just down the street.”

“That fucking asshole?” He lit another cigarette and stomped the old one into the dirty sidewalk.

“It’s just for a week or so, if I am good then I go back to normal basically,” I smiled.

“So you don’t want to be owned?” He took a drag from his cigarette as he considered me for a moment.

I had to think hard about that question.

A big part of me did not mind this arrangement. I know that another part of me wondered how I could feel that way and if I was just second guessing mom’s apparent desire to continue with the discipline. He could tell from the indecision on my face that I was having a hard time formulating an answer so he waved off the question and asked “complicated, eh?”

“You could say that sir,” I laughed softly.

“You are a good person, that exists in a world solely designed to grind down good people.” He observed quietly.

“Why do you say that Sir?” I wasn’t fishing for a compliment but I was really curious what he meant.

“I can just see the goodness wafting off you, like an angel,” He said while possibly thinking about someone else he knew.

“I think it’s just the blonde hair and blue eyes,” I was being modest – I know I am a good person, but good people don’t brag. “I can be a devil too,” I chuckled.

“So would you mind having sex with me?” He got back to his real question without much of a segue way.

“Yes sir, whatever you would like. Can we do it in your studio?” I was not offended in the least that, that is what he wanted. I was looking forward to a little more money to add to the pot.

“Well, actually,” he paused again before I leaned in close to him and got him to go ahead and say what was on his mind. “I really like your butt.”

“I am glad you do, Sir. I am looking forward to you playing with it,” I wasn’t – but I was looking forward to the money and I didn’t mind him playing with my ass.

“No, what I mean is well, do you do, you know?” It was funny this mountain of a man was all tied up with bashfulness trying to ask me a question. I had no idea what he was asking so he finally came out and said “You know, sex in the butt?”

“Yes sir, you can fuck me in the ass, but I need one hundred, would that be okay?” I felt so awful asking him for money but he seemed delighted and I fluttered my eyes and gave him a flirtatious wink of approval when I saw how happy he was.

“Hell fucking yes it would be okay,” he escorted me into his shop. It was small and there were examples of his tattoo art all over the wall. “You have to climb on top, I don’t want to crush you,” he smiled.

I was thankful for that but answered politely “Whatever you want, Sir” as he guided me to a small chair in the back separated by a divan where he did his work.

He pointed to some ‘flash’ on the wall that I recognized immediately. It was the WHORE my mom and I had on our ass cheeks. “No one else has been brave enough to get this, but a lot of people have admired it!” he hummed with pride as he looked over his own work prominently displayed above the tattoo chair.

“If someone comes in, just pretend I am giving you a tattoo, okay?” I looked around at the quiet shop and wondered how likely that was – especially considering it was probably around 9 P.M.

I unzipped his jeans and guided him to sit back in the leather recliner as I removed his pants. “Wow, full service!” he was really pleased I was undressing him.

“Actually, I have a favor to ask you,” he was already hard as I pulled his dick out of his jeans and helped him pull them down and off.

“Go on?” he was delighted and stepping out of his massive sneakers while I shimmied out of my skirt.

“I am not allowed to remove my butt plug myself,” it sounded so weird to say that out loud to a stranger and I could tell from the look on his face he was confused but turned on at the same time.

“You have a butt plug in?” His eyebrows were raised like his cock.

I turned around and spread my ass cheeks after pulling off my top and bending over to set it down. “Yes Sir, it’s my license, one of my brother’s rules is I am not allowed to take it out myself,” I wasn’t looking at him but he was breathing hard and I could hear him touching his dick.

“So I get to take it out?” He sounded like he was skeptical but very happy to oblige.

“If you want to fuck me in the ass, yes Sir” I was surprisingly not as nervous and embarrassed now that I had said it out loud. I added “I am not allowed to put it back in either, so I have to ask you to put it back in when we are done, Sir”

“What if I didn’t?” he gingerly touched my butt plug with his finger and turned it slightly like he was turning the knob on a radio.

“Then I would beg you, and if you still didn’t I’d be severely punished sir,” I could hear the sound of his hand furiously pulling on his dick as he toyed with my butt plug.

“You aren’t even allowed to clean it?” He enjoyed my predicament and was teasing my ass with the plug inching it out while playing with his cock and pushing it back in slightly.

“I am expected to clean it actually Sir,” I let him have his fun probing my ass gently with the butt plug.

“I thought you couldn’t touch it?” He had slowed his pace of masturbating from the sound of things.

“I can’t with my fingers, but I am allowed to clean it with my mouth Sir, you can put it in my mouth while you fuck my ass,” I gently reminded him what he was paying for.

“Gah, Gobba-Goooo!!!!” he crowed and I felt a little bit of his war cum hit my inner thigh.

“You motherfucking bitch, you planned this all along didn’t you?” He was suddenly angry – here he had called me an angel with a heart of gold and now he was genuinely mad. I was really shocked.

“I don’t understand Sir?” I remained in position – his fingers had left my butt plug without removing it.

“You talk dirty and get me all hot and then I blow my fucking load before I get balls deep in that dook-hole, that’s the scam, right?” He was angry.

I looked over my shoulder at him “Nothing could be further from the truth, you can still fuck my ass Sir,” I offered generously.

“What? After I fucking came?” he was already pulling out a tissue to wipe himself off.

“May I have that cum Sir?” I asked.

“What?” he was still disturbed but his initial ire had calmed quite a bit.

I turned around and kneeled between his legs and carefully scraped every gob of cum from his dick and finger onto my lips while he watched me – a smile growing broadly on his face. I opened a condom wrapper with my fingers and spit the cum into the empty condom wrapper and smiled at him.

“Okay, another rule, right?” he asked knowingly and I nodded it was – and all the initial frustration he had at not cumming inside me had evaporated. His anger had subsided and had been replaced with a blissful peace as he massaged my spine and back muscles with his meaty hands – exploring my body.

“You have such a sexy back, did you know that?” He asked me with a tone of admiration. “I can almost imagine you in a strapless gown at your prom, how the boys would want to eat you up – yummy.”

I really hadn’t ever looked at my back and had no idea it was a part of me that could be considered ‘sexy’. “No one has ever told me that before Sir. Most men focus on my face, ass, tits and cunt Sir.” I stated what I felt was obvious.

“I really like how you call me Sir, it makes me feel powerful. I like how a sweet little pop tart like you is so giving and obedient, it’s fucking hot.” he spanked my ass cheek hard with a powerful swipe of his bear-like arms but there was a playfulness to the pop and subsequent sting.

“Thank you, Sir.” I looked up at him and held his gaze. The eye contact really seemed to turn him on more. His flaccid dick started to come to life and I kissed the edge of his hairy and tightly wound balls lovingly.

Just then I heard the jingle of a bell over the door – a customer. I looked at him in shock – I was completely naked and he had his pants down around his ankles.

He smiled down at me and whispered to me to relax. “Hi, it’s nice to see you, Ma’am” he said nervously to the stranger who just walked in.

My stomach did double back flips - he had a customer!

“Cut the shit, Mikey. I see you started without me tonight,” it was no customer. The voice was the vampy and seductive voice of Maya and with my back turned to her I could feel her presence behind me in the tone.

She stroked my hair and pet my head gently, “You and your mother are fucking a lot of my regulars,” there was a vindictive subtext to her observation that seethed with a warning not to continue doing that.

“I am sorry, Ma’am,” I apologized immediately without hesitation but continued kneeling beneath Tattoo Mike.

“No you aren’t,” she observed with a wry laugh.

I was silent – unsure of what to say. I felt my throat go dry and my hands become clammy at suddenly being put on the spot that way.

“If Mikey asks you to come in here and fuck him again for money, would you?” Maya had a practiced way of sounding pleasant and dangerous at the same time, which made Delilah and Cathy Griffin seem like amateurs by comparison.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I was to fuck any man at any time if he had the cash – that was the deal. “You have me there, Ma’am”. I conceded her point.

“So you see beanpole, you aren’t sorry at all. You would suck this fat boy’s pathetic little cock again for cash because you are a greasy little whore – even though you now know he is my regular, wouldn’t you?” I could feel the length of one of her sharp immaculately coifed fingernails run along the inner length of my chin and my stomach coiled up in fear.

I wanted to say that after this weekend I wouldn’t have too because that is when this all ends – but she wouldn’t understand and I wasn’t sure if it really was going to end. I know my Dad had said it would but I didn’t want to get my hopes up that all would return to normal so quickly.

“I am just fucking with you Julie Andrews,” she smiled and dropped the dangerous arrogance in her voice. Big Mike had been frozen in place – in just as much awe and fear as I had been. When she revealed she had just been playing with me he became much more at ease. I wasn’t sure who Julie Andrews was – but I wasn’t about to ask.

“I don’t know what you are smiling about fat-boy, you aren’t off the hook,” Maya could just as quickly turn on the aloof voice as turn it off.

“Oh?” he asked bashfully.

“Don’t give me an ‘Oh’, Mikey. You will pay her and you will pay me for a regular visit,” She insisted with a sexy but demanding voice.

“B-But you didn’t do anything?” He stammered.

“Be thankful I did not,” She placed the spike of her six inch heel between my nose and his balls with expert grace and precision.

“I can’t pay both of you, I’ve barely made anything today,” Mike started to talk with a lisp – I wasn’t sure if that was intentional or he was just nervous. Clearly, she had more of an intimidating effect on the mountain of a man than I thought.

“Wah, Wah, Wah, Cry me a river, you big baby. Do I look like I give two shits about your problems?”

“No Ma’am, you don’t,” He was respectful and considerate but his confidence had evaporated at the sight of her. “Why should I pay you though, because you did not make me cum tonight though?”

“Mikey, do you want a time out?” I was still kneeling at Mike’s dick when Maya asked this question.

There was a long uncomfortable pause and I thought perhaps she had pushed him too far. I finally heard him answer quietly “No, Ma’am”.

“Well that was a little slow in coming, pull your jeans all the way to your ankles, and waddle your fat ass over to the corner,” she scolded him.

There was another uncomfortable pause but without one more word he stood up “This is not right, not in front of the girl,” he was referring to me. I guess he didn’t even know my name.

“She knows you are a naughty boy, and naughty boys get punished don’t they Mikey?” she challenged him back.

“Yes Ma’am, but when we do it, I am just paying you to play a game with me, it’s not for.” Mike yelped OW as Maya struck his balls with her hand. She had white velvet gloves on –the kind one might wear to a fancy dinner or gala event.

“You will get your session, and take your punishment like a good little boy. Now pay the slut so she can get out of here, unless you want to pay her to stay and watch?”

He didn’t want me to stay and watch – that was abundantly clear. He reached into the cash register and gave me five twenty dollar bills before being marched to stand in the corner like a giant over-sized baby. Maya whispered to me “Good night, Shug” as she pinched my butt while I finished dressing adding “Seriously though, stay away from my regulars or I will cut you,” it sounded like she was joking but I really could not be sure. I agreed and stepped back out into the darkness of Martin Luther King Blvd.

I could probably describe the next few tricks in painstaking detail but most of them all fall into the same general pattern.

First, a man will slow down and drive on past me – they may honk or they may not - I wave hello no matter what. At this time of night, a single male in a car who is driving out here is usually ‘shopping’ or he is thinking about it at the very least.

I am sure he is checking to see if I am missing an eye or a leg or something when he does his first pass. They will sometimes do one or two more passes to make sure I am for real and then they will pull into a parking lot of a drug store or gas station.

I will walk up to the passenger side and we will play a coy, little game of ‘guess if I am a cop or not’. I will ask if he can give me a ride some place and he will get a little nervous and say something about how pretty or young I am to be out here doing this. I will politely accept the compliment and then get in the car – then I ask him to touch me.

I let him feel under my shirt – although some go for under my skirt. This usually satisfies him that I am not a friendly member of the local law enforcement acting as a decoy and then he will ask where we can ‘do this at’.

I run down the same line that I have a room at the cabana or I can suck their dick right here for twenty, give them a hand job for ten, fifty for half and half or one hundred for the ‘whole enchilada’ – all holes with a condom.

Most of them opt for the cheapest option and get a hand job. I actually prefer the BJ because when it is a hand job I never know quite what to say. I sound ridiculous talking dirty – at least when I hear myself out loud trying to talk like a nasty whore.

I made ninety dollars in the next hour just pulling off old man after old man. Each one reminded me of my grandfather – a kindly old man with dentures and glasses.

It always ends with them telling me how pretty I am and looking at me with some regret and shame as if they feel bad about what they just had me do to them. They all tell me that I should get off the streets and that a ‘nice girl like you doesn’t belong in this place’ and I just smile and walk out because I’ve got their spent condom between my teeth.

As I was walking to drop off the condom in my mouth and the cash from the last trick I turned towards my brother who whistled for me to come over to where he and Dad were standing outside of the cabana.

“Hustle that fat ass over here, Ass face,” he laughed as he egged me on to start jogging over to him. I complied with my ‘master’s wishes’ but I remember having a slightly lemony expression on my face. I guess this is where the saying ‘Oh Brother!’ comes from.

“How ya doing, dipshit?” Chris asked me jokingly.

“Gthfood Sthfir,” I said gingerly around the condom oozing a small amount of cum in my mouth.

“Oh goodie, our little whore IS working tonight. I thought you were out partying and socializing,” he laughed at me but I stood at attention accepting his mockery.

“How much did you make on that last job?” Dad asked me – his tone a little more somber than Chris.

I held up the ten I had folded in the palm of my hand for them to see.

“That hand of yours is more popular than your pussy and mouth - probably need to clean them more,” Dad’s somber tone was replaced by sarcasm like my brothers.

I wanted to put my hands on my hips and demand they do more than act like the two old men who sit up in the balcony of the Muppet show and complain about it day and night. I was, after all, the one out there taking the risks and squeezing the dicks until they came for money.

However, this is what they were supposed to be doing – being stern disciplinarians. I nodded obediently to accept my father’s criticism of me.

“Did you lose your license yet?” he squinted his eyes at me as he looked me up and down.

I shook my head back and forth that I hadn’t.

“I am surprised - with an asshole as wide as your mother’s, you would think your license just plops right out and clanks on the pavement,” Dad laughed at his own joke.

“When one of your Masters asks you if you have your license, should we take your word for it that you have it up your ass where it belongs?” Chris reminded me.

I looked at him for a split second before turning around and raising my skirt up over my lower back. I was wondering if this rule applied to if we were at the mall or someplace crowded –instead of wondering why I was allowing them to treat me this way at all.

“You have a big ass Sis, but in the darkness of the parking lot, you need to do a little better,” Chris chuckled while I held my cheeks apart and spread my legs.

“Your nose should be as close to the asphalt as possible, like a V. I want to see the glint of that shiny diamond reflecting back at me,” My dad instructed and I obeyed.

“Shine bright like a diamond, diamonds in the sky,” Chris sang a Rhiannon song to himself imitating the timber of her voice as they both stood behind me – I could feel their gaze staring at me.

There was a long silence before Dad broke it by asking my brother “Chris, do you want to fuck your sister tonight, or should we tie her up here at the motel with her cunt of a mother?”

“Let this little prissy-plum get to sleep all night in a bed?” I could tell from Chris’s exaggerated tone that he was trying to scare me or goof on me or both.

“Hell no, after she drains you of cum, put her out in the yard with Roscoe, so she can fuck him too,” Dad giggled and slapped my ass cheek hard to punctuate his joke. I wanted to look behind me and give them a ‘Oh please, get over yourself’ look. However, I just kept pushing my nose ever closer to the gritty asphalt – so I didn’t end up wearing weights tonight.

“Which do you prefer?” Dad flicked the fake diamond jewel on the base of my butt plug to get my attention. “Sleep in a nice cozy warm bed tonight, or get tied up outside all night so you can start whoring in the morning?”

I did not get a chance to answer – and even if I had it would have been a limited response with the rapidly dissolving condom clenched in my teeth.

“I do believe your sister’s drippy little cunt is wet – I guess that is your answer then, she wants to be tied up outside tonight,” Dad stroked his finger along my slit and licked his lips.

“Savor the flavor, huh Dad?” Chris joked to my father.

“Finger looking good, son,” Dad quipped right back at him.

“You do know she has been getting fucked all night though, right?” Chris teased my father in the same tone he had been teasing me. My unexpected giggle at his joke caused the condom I had in my mouth to drop to the pavement.

I knew I was in trouble just from how their silence hit me – as if they were shocked I would dare to laugh at their private joke.

“I..I am sorry Master,” I squealed before I even felt my father’s finger being jammed deeply into my pussy and fishing around.

“Oh you are? Sorry for what? Laughing at me or dropping your cum flavored breath mint?” Dad didn’t wait for a response. He stabbed his finger into my mouth so that I could taste the same thing he just had.

“It’s not as bad for HER, she does not mind the taste of her own spoo,” Chris laughed as my dad literally brushed my front teeth with his finger to prove a point. I had clearly wounded his ego with my little outburst. When he finished I apologized and apologized again just to be on the safe side.

“I am sorry Master, it is just that Chris’s joke was kind of funny, I didn’t mean to laugh out of turn, and drop the condom I was supposed to be holding Sir, that was my mistake!” I quickly owned up to my own shortcoming and mistake – something I had learned from countless affirmations to do right away.

“Talk, talk, talk, she tells us with words, but doesn’t show us with action this one,” Rahjid was walking over to where we were. “You say how you did not mean fuck up, but then you fuck up again and again, what is your word if your action do not tell the same story?”

I had a butt plug up my ass bent over holding my bare cheeks apart in a dirty motel parking lot – and he doubted my COMMITMENT to this? Were these not the actions of someone who was trying? I felt a tremendous desire to stand up to him and say all of that but I just submissively agreed and said I would try to do better.

“There is no try, only do!” Chris slapped my ass and ordered me to pick the dropped condom up with my mouth. I had to lean forward and get it with only my tongue off the pavement.

“Now say, ‘I won a math debate real fast’!” his tone was teasing but he slapped my ass again to let me know it was a real order.

“I won a maffdebate,” My brother had made me say some pretty stupid or heinous things – I had never even heard of a math debate before. I did not question his order, but I hadn’t said it as fast as he wanted so I received another butt slapping for my failure to amuse.

“Faster, bitch!” he demanded with another slap to my ass.

“I wonna maffdebate,” this time it sounded like masturbate and it finally sunk in what he was telling me to say.

He laughed and replied “I bet you do, you are horny as hell, maybe after you finish fucking all these tricks I’ll let you get five minutes to play Angry Birds on that pussy of yours.” Ironically, I had the game Angry Birds on my old cellphone and never played that game. I had heard how popular it was but now Chris had my old cell phone and I had his crappier one – the one I am typing this journal into.

The funniest thing about his latest humiliating order is he could have just ordered me to say I wanted to masturbate or actually made me play with myself out in the parking lot in front of everyone. The boundaries we used to have about what was mandatory and what was extra-credit for stars had long since become blurry.

“Oy Poppy, why you gotta be so mean?” Doris asked while chewing her gum and fanning her nails as she emerged from her own cabana with a trick. “I would never and I mean never let my clients treat me like you let them treat you girl,” she addressed me.

“Well, you aren’t a stuck up, rigid, goody-goody like my sister either,” Chris answered her.

“That is true,” Doris was the kind of person that once you disagreed with her – you were going to talk to her for a while until you stopped talking or you agreed with her however. “You still don’t gotta be so mean though.”

“Mean? Are we mean to you, shit bucket?” My dad’s tone was condescending. I could hear Doris’s trick walking away from the odd spectacle just outside his cabana – he had finished his business and probably had no desire to find out what the story behind this was.

“Yes Sir, you are mean to me,” I answered my father as plainly as I could with the condom in my mouth. “My mother and I asked them to be mean to us, Ma’am.” I knew that sounded odd so I explained further despite how gingerly I had to hold the condom between my teeth. “If they were nice to me, I would chicken out and not be a very good whore, Ma’am.”

“How do you know? Have you ever tried walking the streets without all of this?” I couldn’t see Doris’s face but I could tell she meant the discipline and humiliation by her tone.

“You want her to be like you? Lazy and with attitude, Miss Thang?” Rahjid challenged Doris.

“Sure, why not? There aint nothing wrong with me, baby. I earn and have fun while I do it. I am always being classy,” her thick Puerto Rican accent and the fact we were all standing in a broke-down motel made the part about being classy sound like a joke – but she was not kidding.

“Shit, you better keep to your own bidness,” I was still facing the asphalt and bent over at the waist – but I could hear the unmistakable throaty voice of Rahjid’s other girl Ronnie chastising Doris.

“Oh, like you always stay out of MY biznass?” Doris replied and quickly the two girls – who were fast friends were off and arguing on their own.

“Does the condom in your mouth still have cum?” Rahjid asked while ignoring the drama developing between his two other whores.

“Not much Sir, I am sorry,” I offered.

“There you go with sorry again, but you waste too much time out here and suck out all the cum for yourself. You must be getting hungry?” he asked curtly.

“Well she shouldn’t be thirsty, that’s for sure,” My brother kicked the back of my knee to tease me but I held my position obediently.

“Yes Master, I would be very grateful to be permitted something to eat AND drink if you don’t mind,” I was famished and didn’t want piss to be the only thing I hydrated with from now on. I had learned to jump on any chance to eat or drink whenever given the opportunity – even if I wasn’t hungry. You never know when you will get permission again.

“Fine, my wife makes special Indian delicacy, fish curry, you can turn in your condom and money and ask her for a bowl and some water,” Rahjid instructed very plainly.

I wasn’t sure if I could stand up – I looked over my shoulder at my father and brother for a sign that I was permitted to go now. I know Rahjid is supposed to be my ‘master’ but I still didn’t see him as an equal to Dad and Chris.

“Now wait a second, my sister needs us to be mean to her. She said it herself,” Chris’s words kept me frozen in place and bent over. I had already spent a good five minutes with my skirt pulled up in the parking lot and no one had been shocked – another minute wouldn’t change that. I do have to admit though that it was still freshly uncomfortable every time I had to expose myself in public – wondering what would happen and who might see me. My principal from my own high school had been here for crying out loud!

Was there anyone in my life who did NOT know what a slut I was by now? And for that matter every intimate detail and contour of my entire body?

“Yes sir,” I agreed with my brother but added “You provide discipline and incentive to continue to be pleasing out here” since I hadn’t meant to be mean just for mean sake. I think I am like my mother in that I can’t help clarifying an important detail even when no one asks.

“You think getting served an Indian delicacy is discipline?” Dad chimed in on the same train of logic that Chris was on. Who said anything about being SERVED a delicacy? When he said it like that – there was no way I could say it was discipline.

“I could eat it on the floor, Sir.” I offered as way of suggestion- trying to be helpful.

I received a slap to my ass from my father and a stern warning. “Already these other whores are setting a bad example for you. I know your hearing WAS working before. I didn’t ask you how you could eat. I asked you if that sounded like discipline to you, Ass Face?”

“No it did not, Master” I felt my lip getting pouty and my stomach starting to churn. I had spent weeks getting in trouble for anticipating questions and my father’s response had always been the same. I was to answer the question asked – not anticipate the point of it. I have had a lot of difficulty breaking that habit and I’ve been spanked, poked, laughed at and teased for weeks because of it.

The question I was wondering was whether or not I was upset that I had been busted for making another mistake or if it was dawning on me that my brother was probably going to make me do something disgusting and humiliating to get the privilege to eat.

The weird thing is – I am such an over-achiever I think it was making a mistake that bothered me more. I hate getting caught legitimately making a mistake that I have been told over and over to stop. I am almost 100% cured of instinctively making duck-lip faces now for instance –and all it took was weeks of humiliation and degradation and the total loss of popularity at school, lol. I guess I can add sarcasm to my list of shortcomings.

“I did let you enjoy a cheeseburger earlier, and now you say you are hungry again?” My brother reminded me of the disgusting way he hand fed me a cheeseburger after I sucked his cock earlier.

“I’ve learned never to turn down a chance to piss, shit or eat when offered from one of my betters Sir. I never know when I will get the opportunity again.” That theme had been reinforced in our heads for the past few weeks – to learn to be grateful for what is offered and not be too stingy to accept it.

“Good girl,” my brother seemed delighted by my response. “You can stand up straight now,” He offered as a sort of reward and I immediately stood up straight. “I didn’t say drop your skirt down, keep holding it up, so we have something to look at other than your face,” he insisted and I complied by keeping my skirt pulled up behind my back.

“I fed the bitch last time, and Rahjid just wanted to make her eat fish curry, which admittedly does sound kind of disgusting. So Dad, how about it? What would you prefer she do?” Chris asked my father.

“My natural instinct is to have her go dumpster diving for some scraps in order to save money,” Dad was ever the pragmatist. “However, we can’t have the two of them eat from the garbage for an entire week. It just isn’t that nutritious.”

“Hey, you haven’t seen school lunch, it is probably a step up,” My brother – ever the comedian.

“True, and I’ve seen her turds, the dog food isn’t fully digesting, little pieces of it are embedded in there.” Dad replied – painting a very disgusting picture in my mind.

“Another good reason to supervise the two of them when they take a shit, we can observe little changes to their diet,” Chris laughed at me. He spoke about me and mom like we were truly house pets.

“You need to shit and piss too?” Dad asked me.

“Yes sir, I will try to go!” I probably didn’t – but the buttplug always made you feel like you might have to go at any time.

“Fine, you can do it IN the bowl of fish curry, but go get it and bring it back here. Then your brother and I will supervise you. Drop that condom in it as well, you’ve sucked out all the cum from it, but it should add a little flavor to your stew.”

I looked at my Dad in disbelief - Was he serious?

A hard slap to my face told me that I shouldn’t have dared turn to him with a questioning glance.

“I was just going to say thank you Master for allowing me an opportunity to empty my ass pussy and fill my tummy at the same time,” I quickly tried to cover for myself.

“No you didn’t, I could see on your face, you thought you might be too good to do as you were told?”

“No Sir, I am not too good. I am just a dumb slut Sir,” I admitted.

“Then pull your skirt all the way up in the front and leave it that way until you get back to show us how dumb a slut you are,” Dad didn’t even wait for me to finish rolling my skirt up before turning his back to me and walking inside the cabana.

I smiled at Rahjid and walked with him to his office.

“My wife’s fish curry is very popular. You may actually like, but it is an acquired taste,” I would come to discover later that it was sold as cheap cat food to the people who lived around the neighborhood. I would also come to learn that it could give someone all sorts of gas and loose bowels. Much to my brother’s delight.

Is it too late to enter that math debate? I really want to win it – if you know what I mean.