Chapter Eight

Jerking at the Car Wash

Throw it up, throw it up

Watch it all fall out

Pour it up, pour it up

That's how we ball out

Strip clubs and dollar bills

I still got more money

Patron shots can I get a refill?

I still got more money

Strippers goin' up and down that pole

And I still got more money

Four o'clock and we ain't going home

Cause I still got more money

Money make the world go round

A sexy song by Rihanna was playing on the radio when the black pickup truck motored into sight.

“Billy and Tim Riggins as I live and breathe,” Crystal stepped right up to their truck. “You boys have grown up good!”

The two young men stepping out of the truck looked like they were about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Billy Riggins was stout; with short, dark, cropped hair and stubble on his face. He was clearly the older brother. He had on a flannel cut-off shirt and tight jeans.

Tim Riggins stepped out of the passenger side and I have to admit I became a little short of breath. He had shoulder length hair and a baby face with a slight brooding quality. I would say he was as handsome as Lloyd, if not a little more so. He had no shirt on; and with washboard abs like his, it would be hard to blame him.

“Well hello there ladies,” Billy flashed a charming smile at all three of us and introduced me to himself and his brother.

“I am Ellen,” I didn’t know what else to say, so I just stood there kicking myself silently to think of something interesting to say in response.

“Well that sure is a tiny bikini you’ve got on,” Billy smiled at his brother and looked back at me. The light seemed to twinkle in this young man’s eyes when he smiled; or maybe it was just teenage hormones. “Can I ask why you have duct tape on for the top?” I had completely forgotten the top to my swimsuit was just a single wrap of duct tape around my chest.

I hungrily grabbed Billy by the neck and pulled him close to me in a passionate and tight embrace. I really took charge of the situation and I looked him right in the eye with a devil may care grin and said with a straight face, “Because they would not let me come out topless.” Then I drank deeply of his eyes and ran my hand down his chest.

That is what I should have done.

That thought occurred to me five minutes after what I said; which was, “It was a dare.”

I just stood there and looked at the two handsome young men as they waited for me to explain it further. They politely waited for me to tell them more and then Billy said, “Let me guess, Savannah roped you into playing the game of Life with her?”

Savannah punched Billy in the arm to remind him not to talk about it in front of her mother.

“Oh I remember catching you boys playing that game with Savannah. She had you dolled up like patients while she played Doctor.” Crystal chuckled and took a drag from her cigarette.

“That was back when you were dating our dad,” Tim reminded her.

“Oh yes it was,” Crystal’s face soured at the reminder these boys were young enough to be her sons. “That was last year wasn’t it?”

“No Ma’am, I think I was about ten years old and Savannah and my brother were eight,” Billy reminder her.

“God Damn,” Crystal chuckled “Time really does fly. Well how is Glenn Riggins doing?”

“Our Dad is in prison,” Billy explained without a trace of embarrassment.

“Still?” Crystal didn’t wait for them to answer before asking, “And your Momma?”

“She is in prison too,” Billy explained; adding, “A different one though.”

“I don’t have any other clothes because our car got broken into and all my clothes were in there,” I blurted out. I had been standing there thinking of something to say awkwardly and looking at Billy Riggin’s impossibly perfect chest hair.

“Well,” Tim Riggins sauntered over to me with a lazy smile across his face, “You look good in what you have on.”

I suddenly felt the way Todd must have felt when Savannah had him like putty in his hands. My knees buckled and I got flustered. I was getting wet and turned on and I couldn’t stop it – just from looking at Tim. That had never happened to me before and I was totally unable to stop myself from dripping.

Crystal asked them if they wanted a wash and wax and the boys said, “It wouldn’t do any good, we are fixing to go muddin’.” They asked if Lloyd would like to come along.

“How about we work a deal for half price,” Crystal made no secret about her attraction to Billy. Savannah giggled and preened for Tim while her mother gave their sales pitch.

I felt like the awkward third wheel standing there.

“So are you staying here now?” Tim asked me. He was ignoring Savannah. She gave me an evil glance when his back was towards her.

“Yes Sir, I am.” I didn’t mean to say Sir, but I had been calling Lloyd sir all afternoon and Tim was so cute that I just naturally let it slip.

My Aunt Crystal bore a strong resemblance to a friend’s mom from Cherry Lawn Estate’s and I had been calling her Mrs. Taylor at times as well. I don’t know why I was so scatter-brained. I guess it’s just part of puberty and growing up.

“You can call me Tim,” he was so reassuring and good-natured. “You going to go to Buckman High next year?”

That must have been the local high school. I hadn’t thought about what I would do after the summer. I honestly hoped not, but I thought it might not be so bad if a cute boy like that who was interested in me was going there.

“Buckman Predators Woo-Hoo!” Savannah was trying hard to get his attention. She let out a rebel-yell for her high school. I would later learn that the name of the school is actually Brigadier General George Gordon High School; but almost no one calls it that because it was named for a racist confederate general.

“So you boys got everything you need while your parents are in prison?” Crystal wanted the attention and focus back on her. I felt like I was swimming with sharks. The women who were friendly towards me earlier now saw me as some kind of threat and yet were pleasant to my face.

“Yes Mrs. Danville,” Billy explained, “I graduated last year and I am working on engines in a shop down the road. Tim here is going to be a big college football star when he graduates.” He rubbed his younger brother’s head playfully.

Tim seemed humble and yet he had a misunderstood, loner quality to him that made me want to understand him. I know that sounds like the insanely intense ramblings of a teenage girl who is boy crazy.

That is exactly what it is.

The screen door to our trailer opened and Ted walked out in his tank top and yellowed underwear. He had a Budweiser can in his hand and a folding lawn chair in the other. He had not shaved or combed his hair and a cigarette was hanging out of his mouth.

Zeus and Ares started barking as soon as he walked out. He strode out like he was king of all he surveys and he steps across mountain-tops to rule the world that he himself has created.

He turned to the dogs and shouted angrily, “You fucking shit-dogs, shut the fuck up before I shove my fist up your assholes!!”

Then he popped the folding chair open next to the one Crystal had been laying in to sun herself and sat down. “Howdy Boys,” he said pleasantly while cracking his beer.

“Enjoy those glory days as football stars,” Ted leaned back as if he were about to impart sage advice and then ripped a substantial fart.

I heard Crystal laugh under her breath about him, “You might have had one glory DAY back in high school.”

I got the sense he had come out to intimidate them or because he was in some way intimidated by them. “I would offer you a beer but you boys aren’t twenty one yet are you?”

“No Ted, we sure aren’t,” the Riggin’s boys were not in the least bit daunted by Ted’s posturing. “Is Lloyd here? We’d like to go muddin' and we wanted to know if he would go.”

“I think he is inside taking a big shit right now,” Ted’s joke was crude and no one laughed. The timing of it came when the song that was playing had ended and all you could hear was dog’s barking and silence. “I think he is in there beating his meat right now. I’ll go get him in a minute. I was hoping you boys would hire these girls to wash that truck of yours nice and purty?” Ted’s accent often sounded contrived.

“Well, we’d love to and all,” Billy politely refused and re-explained that it would just get dirty again when they took it mudding.

“I think my step-daughter here fancies you boys,” Ted crossed his knee and took a deep sip of his beer “You want to take her muddin’ too?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Savannah cheered “I’ll go!”

“I can just stay home and clean and unload some of my guns while you all go out and have a good time muddin my step-daughter.” There was an awkwardly worded threat in Ted’s gravelly voice.

“You are drunk,” Crystal told him. “Go back inside Ted.”

“You can go with them too,” Ted said angrily “And lick their dicks clean.” He was jealous of his wife and making a scene.

Lloyd popped his head out of the trailer at that moment with a big smile. “Did someone say clean dicks?”

The Riggins boys cheered when he came out and that totally stole Ted’s thunder. Lloyd said “You know these dogs roll around in dirt all day and don’t mind getting filthy, but they will sit there and lick their dicks all day. They must wanna keep em clean huh?”

“They can lick their assholes too,” Ted blathered out drunkenly. I wasn't sure who to be more embarrassed for – Ted for saying awkwardly disgusting things or the Riggins for having to hear it or us for having to be related to him.

“That’s true,” Lloyd remarked cheerfully “They lick YOUR face all day, but then there is no accounting for taste.” Everyone except for Ted got a good laugh at that idea they would lick their own assholes and Ted and the implication there was no difference.

My cousin was great at telling jokes – even if it was accidentally more funny than he intended and some times it had a couple different meanings.

Lloyd asked if my brother could come along and the guys were glad to have Conner. I didn’t think he’d be interested in an activity called ‘Muddin’. Then again for a chance to hang on to the shoulders of one of those boys I would have gone too and I had no idea what it was.

I am sure he was looking forward to hanging out with some older boys and gaining some acceptance. Conner asked his Aunt if he could go.

“Sure, but Savannah is on punishment and so is her cousin,” Crystal announced we were staying right here.

“That’s okay, maybe next time girls,” Tim flashed a perfect smile at us. “There isn’t a lot of room in the truck and I think you’d like a slightly smoother ride.”

He leaned into Savannah before he left and said “See you at the Rec Center tonight?”

She cooed and giggled, “I’ll be there.”

He looked at me and told her “Bring your cousin!”

I felt like I had an invitation to Buckingham Palace from Prince Henry! I didn’t know what the Rec Center was but I was definitely going.

“You are definitely NOT going to the rec center,” Crystal said as the boys drove away.

“Mom, why not?” Savannah pleaded with her mom. She pivoted on her foot impatiently and caused her ass and tits to bounce at the same time. The boys honked cheerfully as they glanced at her and drove away.

She pointed to those boys and said “That is why.” Then she looked at Ted sitting in the chair and added, “I don’t want you young, dumb and pregnant like I was and then stuck with a yard-turd like this one.”

“I fucking heard that,” Ted yelled at her and threw his empty Budweiser can at her.

“You did not hear that,” Crystal dodged the can by lifting her leg and told him, “You better pick that shit off my lawn.”

Their arguing incensed the dogs to start barking steadily. Add to that Savannah pleading with her mom to go to the rec center and it started to feel like total chaos outside.

“Look you two girls are on punishment and I promised my sister that I would keep Ellen out of trouble,” Crystal turned to her daughter mid-argument with Ted.

“Do you even remember what we are being punished for?” Savannah demanded.

“Yes I do,” Crystal was about to make a very good point when she said, “I just can’t think of it right now. I can tell you that I will take your clothes away after Rowdy’s tonight if you want to try me.”

“You are going to take ALL the clothes out of our room?” Savannah asked incredulously.

“No, YOU are going to take them out and lock them in my room.” Crystal demanded.

There is a famous Olympian named McKayla Maroney who won a silver medal. In a photo of her holding the second place medal she has an infamous half-smile that instantly reads as “I am not really happy I just won silver. However, I was just outfoxed by the girl who won gold.”

If you Google image search it, you’ll see it everywhere. That is the exact expression Savannah had now that her mother foiled her plan to go to the rec center.

“I am bored,” Ted groaned as he cracked open another beer. I had only seen him bring one out in the yard with him and I am not sure I wanted to know where he got the second one from. He was only slightly drunk but he was being obnoxious, “Why don’t you suck my dick.”

Ted pointed between his crotch.

“Why don’t you suck mine?” Savannah yelled at her stepdad and told him they were trying to finish washing cars before the sun went down.

Crystal tried to placate her boyfriend, “Fine go inside and I’ll be in there in a minute and take care of it, Ted.” She made the act of fellating her boyfriend sound as routine as feeding pet goldfish -I think to her it probably was.

“Bullshit,” Ted demanded satisfaction now. “You’ll get me back in there and leave me hanging – hoping I’ll fall asleep!” He sounded almost as needy and petulant as Savannah had when she play acted for her ‘Uncle Larry’.

“Me?” Crystal said in mock surprise with a hint of bluntness, “I love sucking a flaccid, dirty cock while you do nothing in return butt fart.”

“Awww,” Ted lifted one leg and ripped a fart on cue, “That one was for you then.”

“Give us a few hours,” Crystal negotiated with him, “And I promise I will take care of you before we go to Rowdy’s.”

“You didn’t have a problem sucking off Larry out here,” Ted whined.

I realized how surreal this conversation was. I believe that if my own parents were talking about one of them having oral sex casually in the yard with a stranger for money, the conversation would be a whole lot more intense. They talked about it like an old married couple that joked about leaving the toilet seat lid up.

He pulled his underwear to the side and flipped his stubby fat cock out right in the yard.

The first penis I’ve ever seen in person was my brother and now the second was my Aunt’s boyfriend a day later. Ted’s cock reminded me of his head and neck - he had a square flat-top hair-cut and almost no neck to speak of.

“Put that fucking thing away,” Crystal pish-toshed him with her hand, “you want to get arrested?”

“You girls are prancing out here in panties and string tops and you think seeing one more pecker is going to get the law called to the Buckman?” Ted considered it implausible.

How anarchistic was this place that he might be right?

The things people consider shocking anywhere else seem to be everyday occurrences out here.

“Fine,” Crystal acquiesced. “But you go inside right after!”

I couldn’t believe it when my aunt got on her knees in front of Ted and opened her mouth wide. Her face reminded me of a fish that had just been caught on a hook. She had an accepting look on her face like she had just been caught and was on the fisherman’s line.

She made a “gurking” sound as she bobbed up and down on his dick. I couldn’t take my eyes away from it; but Savannah just ignored them. Crystal’s head went up and down the entire shaft. She didn’t swallow or gag. She rocked back and forth as if she were agreeing with him whole-heartedly and looked up at him. The look in her eyes was half-submissive and half-apprehensive, like she was waiting for a sign from him she could stop.

I hadn’t been looking for cars, so my first warning someone was coming was when I heard Savannah say, “Oh shit.”

“Crackers be crazy,” Tyrell the neighbor was standing there with a boy I assumed was his son. His son was a little younger than Conner and staring right at Crystal’s back. I noticed Crystal had the tattoo of an Eagle clutching a thorny rose over a heart. I could just barely make out the names of Lloyd and Savannah; and what may have been another name that had been crossed out.

Crystal continued what she was doing. She either heard them and ignored them, or she didn’t hear them - I hoped it was the latter.

Even Savannah watched her mother finish off Ted. She got the sign she was waiting for when he rolled his head back in the chair and released a pleasant sigh.

Her lips ‘splopped’ off of his cock and she sprung to her feet.

“Jesus Christ,” she turned around and rubbed her hands on her butt cheeks to clean them off. “Doesn’t anyone knock around here?” she joked.

“I was going to ask if you could babysit my nephew, Nelly Jr.” Tyrell asked. “But obviously you crackers are busy.”

Ted made no secret he was pulling his cock back into his pants as it rapidly deflated to its earlier stubby mushroom like form.

“I could watch him,” Crystal acted as if what she had just been doing was no big deal, “But we are washing cars.”

“Look, I just need an hour to get busy with one of my girls,” Tyrell spoke like a dapper street thug. “How about you let me do the whoop-de-whoop and then I slip you a fifty?”

“Deal,” Crystal agreed; quickly adding, “You owe me.” She ushered the boy and Ted back inside. Savannah started to follow and she told us, “No way, you girls are on punishment. You can wash cars until I get back. I am sure your cousin can handle things now that she has the general idea.”

“How about she babysit,” Savannah pointed to me,“And you stay out here and do premium wax.”

Crystal wiped her fingers in the crack of her mouth “I need to go wash my mouth with some soap.” She didn’t seem to be kidding at all. “If Odd Jobs stops by, then you get me and I will deal with him.”

That was the kindly old maintenance man that had given me a ride home. He clearly knew my aunt and cousin.

“Fine, but whatever me and her make we are splitting,” Savannah threatened to her mother’s back as Crystal walked into the trailer.

Crystal called back from inside the trailer, “No you are not.”

I could hear the pie-eyed little boy demand Oreos and Crystal tell him she didn’t have any. “This is bullshit; you crackers be crazy!” he said in the cutest little boy voice, with the same tone of his uncle.

They might be right about us.

I started to take stock of the fact I was standing in a yard that might be twelve feet wide with only a piece of duct tape wrapped around my chest and two pair of overlapping panties. I was pretending to wash my Uncle’s truck with my nearly-naked cousin, in order to entice people to stop and ask us to wash their car.

We had to endure the looky-loos of people riding their bikes and walking past every now and then. We even saw a runny-nosed kid pedaling a red Lightning McQueen plastic car down the street. He honked his fake horn at us indignantly and sped away declaring “Girls! Cooties!”

Savannah even chased him for three trailers to playfully scare him down the road, “Cootie girl is gonna catch ya John Thomas!”

It was getting close to 4PM by my estimate when we heard the sound of an Ice Cream Truck playing “I wish I lived in the land of Dixie” over the sound of our radio.

“No Ice-Cream!” Ted yelled from inside the trailer. He wasn’t talking to us - he was yelling after Tyrell’s nephew, who ran outside the house with a dollar he had snatched from my Aunt.

Aunt Crystal poked her head out after him but he was already chasing behind the Ice Cream truck with a dozen other trailer park kids.

“Oh great,” I thought to myself sarcastically, “A whole bunch of kids to laugh at us.”

Savannah on the other hand was hopping up and down in place with delight for ice cream.

“Don’t even think about wasting the money we earned on Ice Cream! You two haven’t even washed one car since I’ve been inside.”

I wanted to remind my Aunt that it had only been about fifteen minutes when she went in the trailer – but I don’t think she’d care for that reasoning.

“We ain’t gonna pay for it,” Savannah said with confidence as she stepped right in front of the Ice Cream truck as it led the kids behind it like a modern day pied piper.

“Y’all got Rocket Pops?” Savannah teased the elderly driver. I thought the other kids would laugh and point at our tiny bathing suits, but they didn’t seem to notice or care. They were too busy lining up at the side of the van with their money and clamoring for ice cream.

Savannah motioned me to follow her and then waltzed to the front of the line. The old man behind the counter looked like the British comedian “Benny Hill” to me. I thought at any moment saucy saxophone music might start playing.

“I don’t have any money but I would love to suck on a Rocket Pop,” Savannah put her fingers to her lip.

“Well little girl,” the old man replied slyly “You can’t have ice cream if you haven’t any money.”

“Could my friend and I wash your truck inside and out to earn one of your Rocket Pops?”

They didn’t point and laugh when they first saw me. Now that we were delaying their ice cream fix they started to point and laugh – and specifically at me. I think they could tell how nervous I was and they sensed weakness.

One of the braver boys poked a finger into the center of Savannah’s white cotton panties while she had her back turned to the rest of the kids trying to tease an ice cream out of the old man. “You have got on panties,” he teased.

She reached out and snatched his hand, “You are fixing to draw back a nub if you poke me back there one more time.” She stared him down insisting, “This is a swimsuit.”

“I can see your front-butt through the front of your swimsuit!” the kid accepted her definition of swimsuit but continued to try to tease and ridicule her, even though she held his wrist tightly.

“You don’t see shit.” She released his hand, “And it’s called a camel toe!” She ignored the boy and turned back to the old man inside the ice cream van. Then she adjusted her panties in the front to make the crease more visible. She asked him nicely, “You can’t see any camel toe now can you, Sir?”

He obviously could. “No, I don’t see any.”

“Oh good,” Savannah pretended he couldn’t, “There are things I like to do that I don’t want people seeing me do, if you know what I mean.”

“Like suck on a rocket pop?” The old man ignored the tiny throng of half a dozen or more kids vying for his attention to focus strictly on Savannah’s conversation. She danced and swayed for him while they negotiated for the ice cream with very overt flirtation.

“It sure is sticky and hot out here today, Mr. Ice Cream Man,” Savannah reached two fingers into the bottom of her panties. He sold one orange Flintstones push-up to one of the pushiest children while watching Savannah intently. “Can’t my friend and I have a rocket pop and I promise we’ll pay you back for it.” Her voice was soft and inviting.

“What can your friend here do?” the elderly man leaned through the window to leer at me.

I was suddenly aware that I was being ‘auditioned’ and given Savannah’s spotlight to impress him. I didn’t really care one way or the other about ice cream; and had no idea what a rocket pop even was. I had seen the girls cavort around all day and I should have been prepared by now, but I could only manage a very stilted and uninspired looking dance.

He handed Savannah a red, white, and blue Popsicle – the rocket pop. “Your friend needs to work on her presentation,” he told her to show me and next time he might extend credit.

Savannah nodded.

She didn’t JUST nod.

She opened her mouth wide and plunged her open mouth down the entire shaft of the Rocket pop like it was Ted’s cock. She slurped the sides and tickled the edge with her tongue and looked right at the man.

He satisfied the tiny throng of children with their demand for fudge pops and strawberry Creamsicles while Savannah satisfied him with an intimate simulation of what she’d do to his cock.

I felt my own heart beating and my pulse racing, just watching her as she playfully lapped at the tip and then thrust the entire length far down her throat. She didn’t take the entire length of the Popsicle, although from watching her mother I felt Crystal could have.

I wondered how Savannah could have no shame about this and how none of the other kids could see this as totally inappropriate. They had been like a school of swarming piranha all waiting for their precious ice cream. One by one each kid in turn peeled off that swarm and headed back home trying to eat their ice cream before it melted on the street below.

Savannah and I stayed right where we were. She let the Popsicle melt down her chin and drip onto her chest – making no attempt to wipe away the sweet juice of it. He must have served about nine kids on our street before there weren’t any more customers and it was just her and I.

“You can come on the van if you want to see all the ice cream,” the old man smiled at us.

“You gonna give me a chance to earn enough to pay you back for this ice cream?” Savannah was already on the steps to enter his van and I followed behind.

He had a tiny stool he sat on in the center of the van to deliver confections and treats to his customers. He pointed to a small box for her and I to sit on.

“That depends on what you and your friend can do,” the old man’s voice was creepy and the inference was that he expected sexual favors. I was suddenly aware that this may be my very first time having sex with a man and wishing that it wouldn’t be with someone as old as my grandfather.

“You didn’t give her a rocket pop so why would Ellen be friendly?” Savannah coyly remarked. He produced the same ice cream he had given Savannah from his freezer bin and handed it to me without hesitation.

“Say thank you,” Savannah instructed me like I was mentally retarded, “and unwrap it slow.”

“Thank you sir,” I said. I put my mouth on the plastic wrapper around the Rocket pop and then tried to remove it with the same sexual energy that my cousin and aunt had used earlier.

I couldn’t get the wrapper off so I bit into the top and tried to tear it off. The old man winced in pain.

“Here let me help you,” Savannah wasn’t mocking me – she sounded patient and accommodating “You just have to learn how to handle what a man hands you. It takes lots of practice.” She used one hand to hold the tip of it and then the other to slowly slide the plastic all the way down and guided the ice cream into my mouth slowly.

I began to suck on the ice cream in as provocative a way as I could. I could taste cherry and blueberry and I wasn’t quite sure what the white color was – possibly lemon?

He didn’t notice my performance that much. He continued to watch me out of the corner of his eye, but Savannah was still the star of this show. She asked him if she could practice more.

“On another rocket pop?” he coyly asked – he clearly knew that wasn’t what she meant.

“That’s too cold,” Savannah reached out to his pants and started to unzip them. This would be the third cock I was going to see in my life – at least it wasn’t a family member.

“Twenty?” she stopped once she had it out and her hands were cupped around his wrinkled but rather fat set of balls.

“Can I put it on credit?” the old man smiled ironically and asked the same question she had of him for the ice cream.

She let go of his balls without hesitation, “Can you suck a rocket pop like I do and earn that credit?”

“Fair enough,” he laughed, “but both of you have to touch it.”

Savannah looked at me. She knew I was inexperienced and had never touched a cock. She scanned my reaction. I didn’t want to seem like a total fuddy-duddy about everything. There was a confused part of me that wondered why she felt she even had to look at me and ask - I was sucking the Rocket pop provocatively after all. That should have told her I was going to help. I wondered if I wasn’t sucking it provocatively enough and she couldn’t tell?

They both were waiting for my answer.

“Oh sure,” I tried to make the same sound Crystal did when she plopped Ted’s thing out of her mouth after he was finished. I only managed to spray Rocket pop juice down my chest. Savannah giggled like a naïve school girl with a crush on an older man. I knew she didn't really like this guy but her acting was impeccable – I almost believed she did.

The old man seemed to like the giggling and I did it as well. I think I ACTUALLY sounded awkward like a naïve school girl and that visibly turned him on.

“A real live virgin in the Buckman over the age to grow hair on her vagina?” he had the bemused look of a man who just found a four-leaf clover in a field of three-leaf ones and wanted to pluck the fourth leaf off of it.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Savannah moved my left hand over to touch his warm ball sack. “This is my cousin and she is just staying with us for a while. We are just playing handsies here.”

The old man settled up with Savannah by laying a twenty on his freezer. There had been a silent exchange that told him we weren’t really going to start until he paid us. “I don’t blame you,” he looked at her, “I don’t hand a Bahama Mama to the fat kids unless they pay me first.”

Once he paid, Savannah used her right hand on him and moved mine in hers as if we were massaging his dick. He started to stare directly at me as I polished the Rocket pop in my other hand. I smiled at him – yes, I was apparently getting the hang of doing it provocatively.

“Your name is Ellen, huh?” he grinned back at me. I think in his mind he thought he was still the same age as the Riggins boys and this was a date and not an exchange of money.

“Yes sir,” I was nervous. I think my nervousness made me focus on giving the best damned pleasure I could, to the Rocket pop. I sensed he was getting off on my awkward vulnerability, but I couldn’t say why or how. It was almost as if the fact Savannah was too slick and sexy made him less interested in her.

“You remind me of my very first girlfriend,” he told me with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Was she from the Paleolithic era or the Jurassic Park?” Savannah’s joke was completely ignored by him.

“She had a little baby fat, but you look just like her in the face. Short brown hair and bright blue eyes and an angels face,” he said to me. I wasn’t sure what to say back so I continued to handle his cock, letting Savannah take the lead and suck the Rocket pop like it was the only source of nutrients in the world.

“Less talking and more jerking,” I couldn’t tell if Savannah was talking to me or him.

“You know you could take a lesson from your friend here,” I thought he was talking to me but he was looking right at Savannah, “on how to be nice.”

Savannah almost released her hand from his dick. “You really made me work for it out there today, and now you are criticizing how I give hand jobs?”

“On every block I travel on the Buckman it is the same routine,” he ignored her question. “I drive slowly and let the kids chase me until one of the older girls steps out. The more I make them chase me the more the kids want ice cream,” he explained.

I think in that line ‘The more I make them chase me – the more they want it’ he just explained the secret to being a girl. Was it all just being the most inviting ice cream truck with the brightest colors, most ice creams and loudest music playing?

“Once an older girl steps out she offers to earn a little ice cream,” he grinned back at Savannah, “and every now and then I let her work on the truck.”

Savannah didn’t let him finish explaining his story. She intensified the hand-job she was giving him. He stopped talking and rode it as she pulled and stroked faster and faster. I had to keep up the pace with her as we pulled him off.

She grabbed my Popsicle and stroked it quickly with her hand. Then she used the sticky-sweet lubrication from the melting frozen ice to rub all over his cock.

In moments he delivered another white-creamy confection to the bottom of his truck. It was the first time I ever saw a man ejaculate.

I didn’t know what to think – I expected fanfare or something after to fly out. There was an anti-climactic moment where he leaned back on the stool and looked relieved.

Savannah took me by the hand and led me off the van without a word. She grabbed the twenty and we both giggled as we ran back to the yard.

Ted yelled from inside the trailer, “You two fucking bitches didn’t get me a god-damned Fudge King Cone Drumstick?”

“No, we didn’t want to spend any money,” Savannah yelled back. Ted had no response.

In a few minutes the old man drove away and said nothing to us. He started back up his ice cream truck music. I think it was the children’s version of strictly old racist confederate Dixie-land marches and left without a thank you. I don't know if “Little Brown Jug” is racist but it sure sounded like it might be something old racists liked to hear.

My Rocket pop was dripping down my hand and melting, but I continued to try to eat it.

“Throw that piece of shit on the ground before you get it all over yourself,” Savannah demanded as if I were being ridiculous to hold on to it still.

“You acted like you absolutely had to have it?” I smirked playfully as I finished the last bits of the cold treat. I was actually enjoying it.

“Fuck no,” she jerked it out of my hand and launched it over Tyrell’s trailer with a strong throw, “I just ask for it because it looks like a dick.”

“Why did you dance around for it then when we had cash?” I washed my hands in the soapy water and started to clean off the sticky juice from it.

“Lloyd is strong and fast and your brother is smart,” Savannah explained, “We got nice tits and asses.”

She looked at me and half-joking added, “Well I do; but yours will come in some time.”

I was in a good mood so I wrapped my towel up like a whip and smacked her with it in playful response.

“These are credit cards,” she pointed to the two perfect mounds on her chest. “You can get just about anything you want from strong, fast and smart guys. They are an extra ticket for the show, a ride to the show, a beer at the show, and a reason for the guy to start a fight with another cute guy at the show with these.”

“Speaking of which,” she ran inside and demanded to use Ted’s cell phone. I could hear him tell her no and then she told him she was going to shove his phone up his ass if he didn’t let her make a call so they can have a ride to Rowdy’s.

I think Ted acquiesced to Savannah's point because the next thing I heard was absolute silence from him!