Chapter One Hundred

Stuck Between Fucking Shit Up Worse And Getting Your Shit Together

“Carpet matches the drapes, I see” Ted looked at my mom’s sliver of brown pubes with a smile and she didn’t smile back at him. It was her turn to decide what she wanted to be but it felt like judgment day.

I mentally made a note of everyone and their roles:

TRAINER NAME ROLE

Conner
Angel VIP SLUT

Ted

Daisy WHORE/TED’S PIGGY

Savannah BRAT

Crystal WHORE

Lloyd MAN WHORE

Catfish

Cricket DICK PIRATE

Not Owned by Anyone/General Purpose

Ryan PUSSY BOY (whatever that is)

Delilah WHORE

There weren’t any teases and there was just one brat.

It was like a porn movie without any fluffers or background actresses.

My mom stood up to address Ted and I thought here was where she will tell him to stop talking to her like this and decline the offer to make money.

“Can I talk to you about this privately, Sir?” my mom asked politely in the same tone one would if they wanted to discuss the results of her medical tests with her doctor.

“Do you see any private offices out here? You wanted to make some money but you need to learn the ropes so I don’t mind if you are a tease. Is that what you want to be?”

“No,” my mom looked over at me and then clarified “No sir – I just have a proposal that I think would be better if we could discuss it,” she answered while trying to clear her throat.

“I think you are asking the wrong man,” Ted pointed out that the decision really wasn’t up to him.

“I’ve already spoken with Odd-Jobs and he said that,” my mom began to answer him but Ted cut her off and indicated my brother was in charge of her.

“I would be more comfortable discussing this with you though please,” She seemed too inclined to continue her line of conversation with Ted and kept on ignoring my brother.

Conner used the windshield wiper they kept close by to whack us with to swipe my mom across the ass and said “Does it look like we are concerned with your comfort? You are to address Master Ted as Sir or Master”.

I sensed a vein pop out of her forehead. I thought she was going to take it from him and break it across his head but she just bit her lip and gasped. “Sorry Sir – I suppose I can talk to you both and let you decide?

She waited for them to respond and when they said nothing she filled in the awkward silence. There were strangers walking by and gawking at us but now that the line was down to the three of us there weren’t as many. She still had to say what she wanted not only in front of me but the rest of the early morning pool-attendees who wanted to listen and look.

“I am willing to do what you want,” she started and Conner made her stop and tell him what that was.

“Whore, Sir” she answered very quietly.

“What?” Conner asked again.

“I will do what Crystal is doing Sir” my mom looked over at me as if I was going to bite her head off with an apologetic look.

It started to click and fall into place.

SHE WAS JUST AS AFRAID OF MY REACTION AS I WAS OF HERS!

Could that have meant she too wanted it decided for her? Obviously not, since she was making an offer to Conner and Ted.

“I will do what Crystal is doing? What is that? I see her over there flirting with some guy,” Conner was going to make her say it. Crystal and Savannah were already pulling the first grift of the morning with someone in a white truck only twenty feet away.

“I will be a prostitute,” Mom added “Sir” and swallowed hard and a fresh wave of sympathetic humiliation washed over me trying to imagine how hard that must have been for her to say with her son and daughter present.

“Prostitute? We don’t have a role like that? I think Master Ted said there was tease, brat and whore,” Conner seemed to be toying with my mom even though he probably shouldn’t have been. I wondered if he was worried about what will happen when this is all over or if he was even thinking that far now?

“You know what I mean Sir, it’s just that your father…” My mom was about to explain something about my father when another slice from the windshield wiper against her ass cheeks made her wince and shush.

“My father is NOT here and if you can’t even say the word – you certainly cannot do it. Now you will either say what you want to be today or you will get another correction,” Conner threatened.

“I will be a whore Sir…” My mom prepared for another swat across the ass but quickly blurted “I just need to make sure no one tells your father! OKAY?” she looked at both of us pleadingly.

“Yeah, I don’t think he would believe it anyway,” Conner laughed and asked if that was the only stipulation while looking through the cardboard box for the butt plug he wanted to choose.

“Okay, I’ll call you Sir, I will tolerate whatever – but you have to PROMISE me you won’t tell your father? Both of you! He would never understand any of this!” my mom repeated and I almost laughed. I thought SHE would never understand any of this.

My brother and I both promised and that seemed to satisfy my mom’s big fears because she let out a relieved sigh. I wasn’t about to remind her that with all the cell phone photos that had already been snapped this very morning and the way rumors worked at the Buckman it wasn’t a safe bet he wouldn’t find out – but it was a lie I had been telling myself all this time that he wouldn’t find out as well!

“There is more Sir,” my mom pleaded to continue.

“You don’t really have a lot to bargain with, Mom” my brother explained.

“I know, Sir” Mom looked over at me with the expression I assume I make when I have to make a painfully humiliating confession. “I will let you thwack me with that god-forsaken thing of yours,” she offered and my brother demonstrated another swat just to make her point. “You don’t have to enjoy it so much,” she grinned and continued her explanation. “I will dress normally and not have vulgar writing on me,” she continued.

“I don’t like the sound so far,” Ted sounded bored but like a King from his throne bid her to continue anyway.

“If you want to portray me as this rich socialite from Cherry Lawn Academy who doesn’t want to be here and who wasted all this money then the last thing you want is for me to look like I embraced it and enjoy this. The girls I saw signing up for this seem eager to show off. How about put me in a more conservative swimsuit and let me play pretend.”

“There isn’t even a Cherry Lawn Academy,” Conner corrected her but he didn’t strike her with the rod.

“I know Sir,” Mom smiled “I am playing pretend!”

“You want me to do that too, Mom?” I blurted out and suddenly felt a sense of compassion towards what she was trying to do – sympathetic with her goals.

My brother smacked me with the rod! “It isn’t your turn and we haven’t decided if we are going to let HER do that anyway!”

“Sorry Sir” I went back to holding my ankles.

“I can’t tell you what to do,” My mom answered and smiled “obviously – they are in charge today and I trust that I raised you right to make good decisions or if there aren’t any good decisions to make – to make the best ones you can.”

Even SHE was going to make me make a choice.

“I don’t think it’s fair you get to avoid what all the other women get to do and still get paid the same,” Ted remarked but looked over to Conner to make the decision. I was REALLY surprised for such a micro-manager as Ted was that he could delegate such an important decision to my brother.

“Let’s see what Crystal and Savannah would say,” My brother told them to step over here.

“We are dealing with a customer, SIR.” Savannah answered back with a stubborn passive-aggressive refusal.

“He can wait – it will just take a moment and if he can’t wait tell him you will suck his dick when you get back,” my brother smiled and as predicted in a few moments the man waited while the two of them reported to us.

“Good thinking,” Savannah whispered when she came over. “That tight ass was a hard sell. He wanted everything for free and wasn’t picking up on our hints,” she explained “I told him I was sure my brother wouldn’t let me do it unless it was for ten bucks or something and he told us he’d happily wait if that was the case.”

“I’ll come over and finish the deal but I wanted to see what you thought about something,” Conner quickly explained my mother’s deal to them in hushed tones.

“OMFG!” Savannah shrieked with hilarity “Ellen’s mom’s a freak!” but added she didn’t think it was fair she wouldn’t have to dress like a slut. “You do have a collar on though – that ain’t a fashion statement is it?”

I hadn’t really thought about my mom’s collar. It was a black spiked collar like a dog would wear. I had thought she put it on because the rest of us had one on.

“Show them your tattoo, Patricia” Crystal smiled.

Tattoo? Mom has a Tattoo? I’ve seen her naked – and I didn’t know she had one! I was shocked and puzzled.

Mom turned around reluctantly and wiped off some foundation she had put on her back to cover it. “It’s says L’derriere.” She explained that she got it when she was young and dumb back in college. “I used to dance before I met your father,” she explained.

“Tell them what your stripping name was,” My Aunt seemed pleased as punch.

“It was Poupou L’Derrierre” when there was an explosion of laughter from even the strangers standing nearby she explained she was dating a Frenchman at the time and he picked it out for her. “It means baby doll in French – Poupou that is,” she explained. He was suave, sophisticated and had absolutely no idea how childish American men could be when they think you are saying poo-poo.

“Wow, I had no idea!” Conner seemed genuinely impressed and my mind was blown. Ted and Catfish were laughing uncontrollably.

“I had no idea you would smack girl’s heineys and be such a demanding little cuss,” she explained.

“Well, I have no problem if you men think it’s best, but I don’t think it’s fair that the rest of us have to do it. If you wanted us to play conservative – I could have done that too, Sir.” Crystal registered her real feedback.

“I don’t think after seeing you yesterday anyone is going to believe you are a tight ass.” Ted chuckled and Crystal grabbed his cock through his jeans playfully.

“Fine,” Conner decided and my mom actually thanked him - thanked him for letting her be a whore. He turned to me and asked if I wanted the same deal.

“I don’t think anyone is going to believe me either – how about I stay a brat like yesterday, Sir.” I asked very simply. The decision I had been agonizing about just sprang from my lips rather naturally.

“Up top!” Savannah offered me a high five with an eager “Brats 4 Life!”

I returned her high five and Conner smacked my ass with one of his own and answered “So be it,” telling me to hold my ass cheeks apart. I would get the butt plug he picked out for mom.

I looked at her for approval but she didn’t return my gaze. “Sure,” I told him uncertainly “if you think it best Master.”

“I don’t have time to think about it – I don’t want to lose the trick in the white truck and it’s good enough. You two go pick out a bathing suit and if I don’t like it when you are done you’ll change into something YOU don’t like,” he promised as he stuck a clear plug in my mouth without thinking for me to wet it. He went behind me and without being told I held my cheeks apart for him. I started to turn beet red knowing my mom was watching among all the others but it had become the standard routine and instinctive to me.

My brother slid the plug into my ass and twisted it to seat it in there before patting me on the ass to send both of us to get dressed.

We jogged towards the VIP tent where most of the supplies were kept and I saw my mom’s tits bouncing next to mine. “You have a tattoo you never told me about?”

“It never came up,” she seemed embarrassed herself. “In High School, your Aunt Crystal wasn’t the buxom beauty you see today. She didn’t have the fake tits. My boobs were bigger than hers but everyone complimented me on what a nice, full butt I had. The 1980s were all about big butts,” she was digging through a box to try to find a reasonable bathing suit.

“You won’t find much in here,” I picked out a yellow string bikini I had worn before that was too small for me. “What do you think of this?” I asked mom as I held it up to my body.

“I think it looks like pieces of string and won’t cover anything,” Mom answered dismissively while focused on picking between a Mylar purple one piece or a ruffled denim bathing suit. She looked back up and said “The question is – will your brother approve of it?”

“I wore it the other day. It’s actually a SpongeBob bikini made for a little girl,” I laughed.

“Your gramma sent you one of those when you were six. I promptly put it in the garbage. You would have popped out of it THEN and you didn’t even have a chest,” she sighed and dismissively answered “Whatever you think, honey.”

“I could wear this one made of out of red bandanas,” I held up two folded red kerchiefs that would make up the top and bottom but mom didn’t seem to notice my goofy face or that I was reaching out to her with humor as she searched for something to wear quickly.

“BABY DOLL?” The Wrestler held two beers in each hand and shouted my mother’s stripper name as if he recognized her. “I’d know that ass anywhere! Is that you?”

“Yes it’s me, Sir.” mom turned around and asked him if he would give her a minute to dress.

“You know the wrestler, mom?” I giggled as the Wrestler fawned over my mother.

“He is one of my regulars at the club, hon.” My mom had decided on the purple number and was trying to step into it without taking off her heels.

“You are Ellen’s mom? That explains the family resemblance! WHOA BROTHER! MIND BLOWN!” the wrestler held up his hands to try to frame both of our bare asses in a single shot so that he could compare them. “I LOVE IT! SO YOU ARE DOWN HERE NOW? WILL YOU BE AT THE LANDING STRIP TONIGHT?”

Mom patiently explained she didn’t know if she would be working. “It all depends on how well I do here, Sir”

“Mom, has to work the car wash because she wasted all the money she has been making…” I started to explain the grift but the wrestler shushed me.

“Yeah, I know… I know, I’ve heard it!” he didn’t care about the backstory. “How much?”

“The regular amount I guess?” she told the wrestler and I realized they had a professional relationship.

“I thought it would be a discount!” the wrestler negotiated and seemed lucid.

“I’ll give you half off,” my mom smiled and the wrestler whole heartedly agreed. I was going to say something to her that she wasn’t empowered to make those decisions but she was already dressed. “Ellen?” she whispered in my ear “Where can I take him and where are the condoms?”

“There aren’t any condoms and you can use the men’s bathroom,” I answered. I saw my mom’s face twist in disappointment. I wasn’t sure if it was directed at me or the fact we hadn’t been practicing safe sex.

“C’mon then Al,” my mom knew his first name? I made a mental note to ask her about this guy when she got back. She took him by the hand and led him across the pool area into the men’s bathroom. I heard catcalls and whistles as she walked. I couldn’t help but picture a country girl leading a bachelor to the wedding chapel the way she walked out in front of him.

I slipped on the yellow string bikini realizing it was the safest bet and almost stepped on Angel. She was bent over on all fours with a thin aluminum bat sticking out of her ass. “You got it so good,” she mused.

“I do?” I chuckled at the thought someone envied me as I popped out of a string bikini made by children in Thailand for children in America.

“You are a front line girl, you aren’t a fat beast like me, you haven’t lost your boyfriend, your mom approves of what you are doing – I am sure when I get home my mom is going to disown me!”

“You are fishing for compliments,” I started to feel sorry for her but I needed to put on my bratty, selfish rich girl hat and I also saw through Angel’s questions as a need for reassurance. “You are pregnant not fat – you will get your figure back after you have the kid, you are a beauty queen. You’ve literally won local pageants,” I told her emphatically.

“That was when I was fourteen – I am talking about now,” she started to make the case she wasn’t pretty but I shushed her.

“You can do much better than Derek Hammond and he is going to lose HIS athletic ability after high school. He treats you like shit and you deserve better. A guy like my brother who could keep you in line and would cherish you would be ideal for you but you usually go for handsome douchebags. Your mom from what I can tell was in the same situation you are when we left – which is exactly what my mom is in. I don’t see your need to constantly compare yourself to other people and be mad at them if you think they have it better than you. You need to suck it up, play your fucking part and amuse these people in the VIP tent. I barely noticed you down here by my feet. Get out there and crawl around between the chairs so they can see you, before I send my brother in here to give you an attitude adjustment!”

“Would you?” she asked with a mixture of enthusiasm and disgust as she moved out between the folded chairs where the Watcher was standing and Donger had sat down. Donger smiled “’Ello Ladies, What a little Bewdy!” he stroked Angel’s hair and I left them to it. The VIP section would start filling up and there were only a dozen or so chairs in there.

I went to find my brother. He was walking away from the white truck with some money in his pocket. I saw Crystal and Savannah smiling and sitting on either side of the older Gentleman in the white truck and it looked like their tops were off.

“Is this bikini acceptable Sir?” I asked.

“You know it is – you wore it the other day,” he still had me turn around and pull my ass cheeks apart enough so he could see the way the butt plug looked. I knew the thong didn’t cover the entire thing but as long as I walked with my cheeks tight you couldn’t see it – at least that is what he told me.

“I thought I was supposed to ask and not make assumptions, Master.” I grinned. He smacked me on the butt playfully and asked where Mom was.

“She already got a customer,” I smiled back.

He seemed stunned and stopped. “She wasn’t ready yet!”

“I guess she was,” I was still smiling unsure why he seemed to suddenly become worried.

“You are worried I won’t approve of your swimsuit and mom went off to do whatever with whomever?” Conner seemed genuinely upset.

“Yeah, I guess so, Sir” I wasn’t sure what the problem was “It was the Wrestler, he apparently knew her from the Landing Strip,” I wondered how the Wrestler had the energy to sit all day at the pool and then go to a strip club every night.

“She doesn’t know the procedures, what to do if she gets in trouble, how much to charge,” Conner listed off several other concerns and seemed to be blaming me.

“You are the boss,” I shrugged “I just do what I am told, Sir” I was for once relieved I didn’t have to make the important decisions and even though I saw my brother’s concerns I thought mom could handle it. She didn’t seem overly worried when she took him into the bathroom.

“Let me go in there,” he started to walk in the direction of the bathroom when I stopped him.

“You go in there and she’ll be mortified. Why don’t you see how she does Sir and when she comes out you can go over the rules with her?” I offered friendly advice and Conner calmed down.

“I just have so much pressure on me to make all the right decisions,” I had no idea Conner felt being a boss was hard. I didn’t want to tell him how hard it was to share your body with strangers because I knew that wouldn’t make him feel any better. I nodded in sympathy and he told me to get on the line and wash cars.

“I will deal with mom – you just go do what you do, it’s twenty for a blowjob but for everything else come find a trainer and see if we can haggle for more.”

“Yes Sir?” I saluted and pivoted on one foot to march in the direction of the curb outside the pool area. I was being half-serious but my brother ignored my attempts at levity and trudged off.

We hadn’t eaten breakfast and I was already hungry. I could have really used a chance to go pee but I think I was also feeling the pressure to get into the groove with the other girls and start earning.

The pool already had about thirty people running around, hooting and hollering and partying. The loud party music coming from the DJ booth only magnified the chaotic feel of a redneck, trailer park pool party even though it was still morning.

Crystal and Savannah had just finished with yet another customer and were hooting and hollering alongside Delilah to try to flag down trucks and cars to pull in. We had soapy rags, spray hose, sponges and car wax but none of us were really there to wash cars. That was just the premise to get them to pull in and let us wiggle our butts and tits so they could start talking to us. Crystal called it Sweet-Titty Cheese Cake and she was exceptional at smiling and giving guys a thrill with a flash in order to get them interested.

Once we had the ‘trick’ hooked then one of us was to start talking about why we were there and we had perfected at least a half a dozen different grifts that involved making the guy think he was disciplining us, or getting something he shouldn’t and us walking away with his hard earned cash.

Daisy was still naked and dancing around in front of the DJ booth. Ted said something about “Her only friend is Jenny Craig,” as he teased his sister and made her humiliate herself for customers in front of a change jar. “She fucked up, she stole from her own family – come see the giant fat ass Daisy Dukes everybody!” he laughed.

Odd-Jobs and SS came riding up in the golf-cart to review what was going on and he immediately told Ted to get clothes on his sister. “What did I tell you about making them parade around naked?”

“But Dad,” Ted started with a smile “Half the girls at the pool are dressed in itty bitty bikinis,”

Odd-Jobs chuckled at the Dad remark and answered “Yes, and it is a wonderful world because of it! The more they see other girls flashing their tits the more likely they are to do it – but, I told you we can’t give it all away.

“You had my mom naked on the front lawn didn’t you?” Ted answered back with an eyebrow cocked.

“Yes, and she is still out there. I hung clothes to dry on her and she’ll stay there all fucking day in your front yard unless I tell her to go inside. She ain’t out here hustling for money. I know all about the bet and I am not trying to sabotage you son, I hope you win. I really do – I’d like to see you get the entire trailer park,” Odd-Jobs explained “But some of the best formulas are the ones that have been proven to work. You just have to trust me on this, now where is Baby Doll?”

“I don’t know,” Ted looked around for her. He explained he was watching over the front line. “I assume Conner was watching her,” he glanced around.

I hadn’t actually been watching for my mom. I had been focused on trying to convince some early morning perverts to spank my butt.

“Why don’t you have her on the front line with Ellen and the two of them working grifts together?” Odd-Jobs asked.

I shuddered at the idea we would have to work together because I knew the lezzing out I had to do with the other girls to amuse guys and I didn’t even want to picture it with my mom.

“Ellen, get your hot little ass over here,” Odd-Jobs snapped his fingers and I instinctively began running towards him. I had come a long way from accepting a ride from what I thought was just a jovial part-time maintenance man a week ago.

He had me follow him and walked right into the bathroom where my mom was working. He walked up to the stall she was in and said “Meh, for effort – I’ll give it 2 stars out of 10 – you need more training, bitch”

“Can you give us some privacy please?” the redneck man in the stall said. The doors had been removed but from the angle where I was standing I couldn’t actually see what my mother was doing. I really didn’t need too – I could imagine.

“Did she tell you why she was doing this?” Odd-Jobs asked the man without budging from where he stood.

“No, now get out please so I can finish or I’ll kick your ass,” the man seemed frustrated and Odd-Jobs chuckled clearly unafraid. He told her to finish him quickly and come see him as he walked me out of the bathroom.

It was only a few minutes later as the man left pulling up his jeans and fixing his shirt. He seemed in a hurry to leave and embarrassed – the way most men did after they finished cumming.

My mom came out moments later. Her hair was a mess and she was sliding one of her boobs back into the Mylar one piece she had on from earlier.

“I understand you laid out some rules and conditions this morning,” Odd-Jobs turned to her like a parent who had just caught the child bringing home a bogus report card.

“You taught me to negotiate for what you want, Sir.” she answered carefully when she saw him.

“You don’t know the rules here,” he mused “yet, you saw fit to start changing them.”

“I am a quick learner, Sir.” Mom fired back. There was a tense, assertiveness beneath her submissive responses.

“So is Ellen – she is one of my best front line girls,” O.J’s compliment was more like an insult as my mom looked at me with a “what kind of slut ARE you, Ellen?” expression on her face.

“You two are going to work grifts together until I know you can handle things solo,” Odd-Jobs explained.

“Grifts?” mom asked with a curious expression.

“You know sob-stories you tell customers at the club? Lies? Scams? Well here it is an art form. You are going to learn something from Ellen. You follow her lead and let Conner be the closer. How much did you make off that last guy?”

“Twenty, Sir.” She answered unable to look at me directly.

“This isn’t the landing strip,” he explained. “We don’t charge by the song. That’s enough for a BJ it’s not enough for full service. You should be getting fifty or a hundred.”

My mom nodded with an impressed look on her face.

“Where did he cum?” Odd-Jobs wasted no time asked.

This time mom DID look at me and was hesitant to answer him.

“I may look like Willy Wonka but I aint,” Odd-Jobs demanded “I won’t sugar coat this shit for you. Ellen - where do you spit or do you swallow?” he asked me.

It was my turn not to be able to look at my mom. He smacked me on the tits and told me he wouldn’t ask twice. “If you two can’t even talk about this – you won’t be able to work together.”

“I usually spit, Sir” I explained leaving out the important details.

“Why is that?” dammit – he asked me to give the details.

“I love the taste of cum, Sir – so much so I’ll do anything to get it, so I am being taught a lesson today. I have to suck dicks and then when I score some cum, I go spit it in my Aunt’s mouth instead of getting to enjoy the warm goo in my throat, Sir” was the official answer I was supposed to give.

My mom’s eyes told me all I needed to know that her mind was blown.

“What does your Aunt do with it?” he asked me to continue.

“Waste not, want not – if she gets permission she drips it back onto my… my skin and we use it for sunblock Sir,” I explained.

“Do you have enough sunblock on yet?” Odd-Jobs asked with a grin.

“No sir – but I also haven’t had my breakfast yet – please let me have a little to satisfy my hunger. Just a Snickers worth of cum and then I’ll be a good girl,” I tried to sound sassy and pissy at the same time.

“That’s a good hungry girl,” Odd-Jobs asked my mom to tell him where the man had cum.

“Inside me, Sir?” Mom answered.

“Didn’t they teach you to be explicit and honest?” Odd-Jobs grabbed my moms nipple through her top and pulled and twisted without any hesitation.

“In my pussy, Sir.” mom answered him honestly with a pained expression.

“Don’t make me grab those beautiful tits anytime I need an answer,” Odd-Jobs released my mother but left part of her left nipple exposed through her suit. The pool area was almost half full and a young kid came running past carrying a plastic dinosaur pool toy and shouting about talons.

My mom looked horrified.

“A whore like you cannot be trusted and you certainly can’t be permitted to waddle around here with a gushy pussy full of warm cum,” Odd-Jobs spoke to my mom like he would any of us but it seemed so wrong when it was directed at her. I was on pins and needles just watching this.

“Okay Sir,” My mom offered no rebuttal but only offered “Then why no condoms?”

“If we had to buy a condom for every dick you are going to have we’d lose half our money! Aren’t rich-liberal ho’s like you into recycling and the environmental and all that Obama shit?”

Mom seemed flustered and confused by what that meant but nodded in agreement.

“Then squat down here and pull your suit to the side and let me see if you have any cum left,” Odd-Jobs folded his arms letting her know he was serious.

“Here?” Mom looked around at the people at the pool deck. We weren’t being watched by anyone. There were cute girls all over in swimsuits a lot like ours jumping and playing around and if anyone wanted to see anything they could look over at the VIP area or the sidewalk in front of the pool at Delilah and Savannah’s antics.

“Do you know me to stutter much?” Odd-Jobs went to grab for my mom’s titty but she was already squatting down and pulling her suit to the side. She couldn’t look at us.

“You will learn the basic rules before you go off on your own,” Odd-Jobs told her to hurry up. “Did you provide any breakfast for your daughter this morning?” he asked.

“No Sir?” My mom sounded defensive as she tried not to draw attention to herself. “It was out of my hands on when we could eat?”

“That is because you took too long getting ready and you wasted all your time and money when you had privileges to make these decisions, so now super mom what kind of breakfast are you going to serve your rich-bitch daughter?”

The look on my mom’s face as she realized what O.J. was asking was shock, mortification and pure humiliation and then sympathy towards me. “I am so sorry Ellen,” she started to cry.

“Don’t cry,” I had learned early on that the customer doesn’t want to see tears unless he inflicts them. “I am hungry – I don’t mind,” I really did and I wasn’t looking forward to having to lap up some disgusting cum off the sidewalk but that was the role.

To add insult to injury the little boy with the dinosaur came running past again and this time he stopped and saw my mom’s vagina as she squatted to let the cum drip out. My mom went to cover herself but Odd-Job put his cement-crusted work boot on her thigh to let her know to stay just like she was while the boy had a good look at her.

He grinned and asked “What ya doing, lady?”

My mom looked like she was at her breaking point now and that she was going to say this was simply too much. She looked at Odd-Jobs pleadingly but didn’t answer him.

“She is doing Nunya!” I kicked the little boy’s ankle from behind to get his attention.

“What’s Nunya?” he asked with a scrunched up nose that reminded me of Angel.

“Nunya damn business, now unless you have some money get lost,” I buzzed him off.

“Nicely done,” Odd-Jobs patted me on the head like I was a prized pet dog and said that we were supposed to behave like rich, spoiled bitches but that I should have still called him Sir.

“Then you should have reminded me if you thought he had any money to warrant it, SIR” I stuck out my tongue out him.

“Have you showed your tongue to your daughter?” Odd-Jobs laughed at me and looked at my mom.

“No Sir,” Mom seemed like she was going to cry as Odd-Jobs insist she unroll her tongue. It was long and serpentine like my Aunt Crystal’s tongue. There in the center was a diamond stud placed on the head of a tiny dick made of stainless steel.

“Oh my gawd!” I covered my mouth with my hands to hide my laughter “Mom, what have you done?” I couldn’t believe it.

“Your mom has been casually stuck between fucking shit up worse and getting her shit together this past week but that was one of her better decisions,” O.J had obviously been aware of all of this all along when he assured me he would keep my actions from my mom.

“You CANNOT tell your father – it goes out the moment we are done with all this – okay? Please?” she pleaded as she slow-dripped her trick’s cum on the sidewalk.

The little boy came back with another question. He was definitely gawking at us and probably a little bit enamored with my mom “I can see your booby hanging out of your swimsuit,” he said to my mom.

“You can?” My mom acted surprised but she knew he could see that and her bare pussy while she squatted. I could see her wrestling with her conscience about exposing herself to such a small child.

“Could you see the girl throwing you in the pool?” I grabbed the boy up and threw him into the pool shouting cannon ball playfully. He was totally fine and laughing as he flew through the air into the water.

It made a big splash and with as many people diving into the pool I thought it would go unnoticed. However, it did make the people around us in lawn chairs notice my mom squatting.

“Sorry, Mom” I shrugged.

“I am sorry, Ellen! Are you sure you can do this?” she asked.

I got down between her legs and said “I missed breakfast,” as I kneeled with my ass raised up so that the men sitting with their girlfriends who had turned around to see us had a plain view. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” I said plainly.

My mom stood up and fixed her suit while I lapped the cum off the salty sidewalk. It wasn’t more than a teaspoon full but I took my time and pretended to enjoy every last drop.

“You like that?” my mom seemed more than shocked when I popped to my feet crisply letting my tits bounce.

“Yes, you should know I love the taste of cock. I’ve been sucking our gardener, pool boy, and chauffeur off every day I get out of Cherry Lawn Royal Academy – it really helps with my complexion and my weight!” I tried to sound like a vapid, valley girl so she knew I was lying.

I could tell my mom wasn’t sure how much of that was true and how much of that was a lie. She smiled “No, you have not!”

“What?” she still didn’t seem to be getting that I was lying.

“You dirty little liar. You couldn’t – because I was the one sucking them off,” she grinned – she was TOTALLY getting it.