Chapter One Hundred Seven

Money is Tighter Than Your Asshole

“A bank is a place that will lend you money if you can prove that you don’t need it.”
– Bob Hope

Tawny dove like a mad woman again for her mother. S.S. tried to keep her from getting into another knock-down-drag-out fight as he had made his way behind the teenager, but she eluded him and tackled her mother knocking both women to their asses.

There was no one left in the pool playing around and drinking – everyone was around the V.I.P. tent area, either inside the pool behind the fence or on the sidewalk just outside of it.

“You’ve got the fucking money! You bitch!” April was swinging on her mother and there was a good chance she was going to strip her, just like Tawny had been the day before.

There was no soft mud for them to roll around nearby and Tawny landed flat on her back on the sidewalk as the two wrestled. The crowd formed around them and I realized they were both not nearly as fragile as they made themselves out to be while they scrapped and pulled each other’s hair.

“You need to stop,” April demanded her daughter give it up. “You’ve been busted – just accept your medicine like a good little bitch,” she made no effort to hide her beautiful bosom as she rolled around on the ground with her daughter.

There wasn’t a lot of time for bets to be made but I saw people making them anyway.

Tawny was athletic and had washboard abs and even though her mom was shapely – she just couldn’t out-fight her daughter. There was a moment that I thought she may be able to stop Tawny before her daughter pinned her on her back. She sat down on her face and then spun around to sit down on her mother’s belly hard.

“Ahhh!!” April grunted hard “If you give me some time to go home and talk to your father I will get the money. I was going to get the money to get you out of this. I wouldn’t have left you to it long!!” April quickly pleaded – changing tactics and tone to have sounded like she was always on her daughter’s side.

“You were?” Tawny’s surprised sarcasm indicated she didn’t buy one word of her mother as she began untying April’s green bikini bottoms to pull them off. “Why don’t you stay and join me though?”

Once she stripped her mother she held up the green bikini bottoms revealing her naked, bald pussy and the crowd cheered at the victory. In Tawny’s other hand was a wad of folded up fifty dollar bills.

Tawny stood up holding up the money for everyone to see.

April was still in denial. She made no attempt to hide her nudity. She was naked except for some exceptional matching green heels and body jewelry. “You planted that there – shame on you!”

No one believed April as Tawny handed the money back to Brad and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Her mother grabbed for her bikini bottoms but Tawny flung them into the crowd. April now awkwardly kept one arm attempting to cover both boobs and her bald-pussy and one hand covering the crack of her ass. She had a very pretty, hairless pussy and not a single stretch mark on her entire body. It wasn’t that she was afraid of any one seeing her – more that she simply wanted to deny people a full shot of her awesome tits.

“Fine,” April made an expression that read Tawny had her little joke and now it should be over. “You gave back my half of the money, but now you still owe yours?” She dropped her hands to reveal her nudity again as she put on her torn and ripped lacy cover all. It didn’t do anything to hide her bare-nipples and bald pussy, but just putting on the vest must have made her feel less vulnerable.

“What do you think folks?” Odd-Jobs had made his way to the microphone at this point. “We’ve brought these other whores down from Glory Hill because their trailer is loaded up on the back of a truck. They owe so much money that they had to come down and do whatever it takes to pay it back. We’ve helped them curb the women’s appetites to spend, spend, spend by a little hard work!!” this elicited cheers from the crowd.

Tawny and April were locked in a duel of angry eyes.

“What you people think?” Odd-Jobs spoke plainly, “Should we extend a little Buckman Justice to these two and help them earn back the money they stole?” Odd-Jobs already knew what the crowd’s reaction would be before they cheered. “Just like in olden times when the Puritans found a gossip, or the town slut, they would make 'em spend the day in the pillory for everyone to have a good look at them – it was good enough for our FOUNDING FATHERS?”

A redneck guy next to me shouted “Constitution!” along with the rest of the crowd and spilled his cup of beer on my tits. He turned and apologized and then seeing me asked if I was one of “them girls”.

“Yes Sir, I am,” I admitted, while I tried to wipe the beer off my boobs.

I almost missed the part where April and Tawny had stopped glaring at each other like rivals and were trying to make their escape together. They were quickly planning to ‘get out of Dodge’ before they got effectively tarred and feathered by the entire trailer park.

S.S. blocked their way but April didn’t seem intimidated. “You won’t lay a finger on me!” she warned him.

“He doesn’t have to,” Odd-Jobs answered on the microphone, “We’ll be by to jack up your trailer and take it out of here down to the Quarry – whether you are in it or not is up to you.”

“This is between Brad and I –and I am sure we can work it out!” April looked incredibly sexy in the lacy bikini cover up. It didn’t cover much but the way her tight body played peek-a-boo with the material actually looked sexy. I made a mental note to try something like that in the future.

“How much she owe ya, Brad?” Odd-Jobs regarded the handsome man who seemed reluctant to answer but Odd-Jobs got him to tell him that he was out five thousand bucks.

“That’s not right!” April admitted, “We only took three!” She looked at Tawny who shrugged unapologetically, as if to say she may have not split the money evenly with her mother after all.

Odd-Jobs pulled a big wad of our cash out of his pocket and peeled off five thousand dollars. He gave it to Conner to hand to Brad and then licked his lips adding, “Now, you owe ME the money,” and the crowd erupted into laughter.

No one questioned or said a word about the fact Brad got the money from drug-dealing and Odd-Jobs didn’t think to even question whether this was a grift they were playing on US!

I started to suspect that maybe Tawny and April were working together on some kind of con to con us! What if she spent that money with us to plant a seed that she stole five thousand dollars? She only spent around two thousand dollars. Brad had been given back the other cash when April was search-stripped by her daughter and now Odd-Jobs had just handed him five thousand dollars of our money!

That seemed so far-fetched and I felt strangely alarmed and yet wondered if I was just becoming jaded and paranoid. Then again our grifts required you to believe there was some sort of perverted family so morally bankrupt that the women are self-centered nymphomaniacs and the men are trying to curb them by treating them like whores for punishment. As outlandish as that seemed – Angel’s family actually did it and that fact only made me worry we just handed over our earnings from the day before to the Haislips!

“Fine, fine,” an indignant April Haislip wasn’t out of cards to play quite yet. She didn’t seem like she was in much of a position to negotiate, but she stood her ground and folded her arms across her chest. She was going to play Odd-Jobs game but she told her son to run home and tell his father, “Tell him I need five thousand dollars immediately,” and Justin started to obey his mother.

“But Master Tyga is going to be your overseer, Mother dear!” Tawny put her hands on her hips and reminded her that when it was just her serving she had said how good it would be for the boy to have some responsibility. “They are stretched ever so thin here to keep track of all these girls and I thought you said you wanted him to help? I believe you are supposed to call him Sir.”

“Let’s get this over with,” sighing as she removed the bikini cover up she was wearing and folded it over her arm to the cheers of the people. “I would ask that Brad be my Master and Tyga can be his helper then, SIR!” she spoke to Odd-Jobs directly, “Like the other girls answer to their loved ones. My son isn’t exactly as assertive as these other men to be able to handle his older sister by himself,” April was kissing his ass and at the same time blowing smoke up it I thought to myself.

“I am going to be a little busy,” Brad was already leaving with the prettier of April’s friends in a red corvette. “I’ll come back later to check on you though,” the handsome man promised with the kind of grin that said he really wasn’t.

“Ha-ha, now we are both fucked,” Tawny laughed as she reached behind herself to pop her own top off without being told. She had nice, perky tits; but they weren’t nearly as spectacular as the rack on her mother. “You better get used to saying Master Tyga!” Tawny chuckled with delight.

April glared at her daughter “I suggested that to HELP you, you dumb cunt.” It was April’s turn to look betrayed and she explained, “Tyga errr..Justin…err Sir or whatever,” she seemed flustered. I had NEVER seen this woman tongue tied in the past. “Your brother was going to have a laugh sure – but he wouldn’t be as hard on you as some of these other perverts,” she looked right at my brother and then at Odd-Jobs.

“So what do we do, MASTER Tyga?” April turned to her son who was trying to contain his smile as he stood before his naked mother and topless sister wondering about all the possibilities.

“I never said he was your Master,” Odd-Jobs spoke over the microphone and took back the crowd’s attention. “I never said to undress either,” he chuckled, but added, “Since you already started, why don’t you get your bottoms off and come to the center of the pool so we can write ‘whore’ on your asses!”

The crowd celebrated by chugging beer and laughing at the downfall of the two women. Some women even flashed their tits in an obscene mockery of the indignant Haislip’s women shocked faces.

“We mark our whores up so that everyone knows who and what they are –fallen women who will not stop at anything to get that dick in any hole with anyone if we didn’t keep them in line,” Odd-Jobs laughed.

People looked at my Aunt Crystal when he mentioned that and she smiled sheepishly accepting their looks of derision and stood next to her daughter. Savannah was overjoyed and her face could literally not contain all the happy that was beaming from it.

“These two don’t have it!?” Tawny wasn’t in any hurry to remove her bottoms. She had

little to no problem exposing her tits but now she stood on the fact that my mother and I weren’t drawn on, as she explained she’d just watched Master Tyga fuck us both. She hadn’t been in the bathroom when my mom volunteered to allow it to be written on her.

My mom seemed mortified as all our eyes were on her and people confirmed that her ass was written on. She couldn’t even look up –as she stared at the cracks on the ground and let the people make fun of her at her shameful markings.

The redneck who had dropped his beer on my chest grabbed me and lifted me up like he just uncovered a spy in his midst, “This one doesn’t have it!”

He was a strong tree-trunk of a man. He wasn’t nearly as big as S.S. but he handled me like a rag doll for everyone to see my butt without the least bit of concern for me.

“She is just visiting from out of town,” Odd-Jobs explained that I was a special case. “I took a special look at each of those girls and determined what was the appropriate punishment and justice for them based on the shit they pulled and how they pulled it!”

The crowd didn’t seem to appreciate that answer.

“I’ll do it, Sir,” I had to say it a second time much louder to get anyone to notice. “If they have to, then I will as well,” the redneck put me down and I bent at the waist to remove my yellow bikini bottoms before taking off my top. “I am ready,” I said.

I wasn’t ready. I was scared shitless.

I couldn’t look at my mom or even my brother. I didn’t want to and I was already having second and third thoughts about what it meant to have that written on my ass.

I didn’t look at my mom for permission but in the back of my mind I wondered if I should – or if there was any chance she would stop me.

I kind of wished she would have – a part of me wanted her to stop me at that point before I went over the edge of no return.

“Let’s do it then,” Tawny started to walk towards the gate to get into the pool before she was reminded she had to strip her bottoms off. She stood there untying them and her brother smacked her on the butt softly to tell her to do it faster.

She ignored him and continued untying the rather well tied knot. You had to tie your knots tight here because young boys (and some older men) had a tendency to come along side you and untie your swimsuit as a kind of prank.

“FASTER!” Tyga repeated and this time the white rapper hit his sister’s muscular ass harder.

It wasn’t hard enough to hurt her but the crowds cheering was enough to get her attention and she moved quickly to remove it. Even Tawny’s snarky response was drowned out by the sound of the tittering buffoonery of the mostly delighted onlookers. There were some (mostly women) who saw her as an insufferable attention hound and looked on her with scorn – assuming this was something she was doing intentionally.

“I don’t believe that is how sluts carry their swimsuits,” my mom shouted from within the crowd at Tawny who was holding her suit and not hiding her nudity. “I think you know where it goes, don’t you?” she reminded Tawny of how she made us walk across the pool deck early.

Tawny made a disgusted face and as if by example I wadded up my tiny bikini bottoms and inserted them along with my top into my pussy.

“Look, she got a string hanging down,” Savannah made a joke that my bikini strap was like a tampon and there was a little laughter.

“It’s so my Master can lead me to the pool if he so chooses,” I didn’t feel a wave of humiliation fall over me when my brother took the string like it was a leash and stood next to me while we waited for Tawny and her mother to comply.

They both had really lovely, shaven pussies. The best way I can describe them is that Tawny had a Honda Civic pussy. It was basic and reliable and had nice clean lines.

Her mother had a Toyota Camry – a little more reliable and classy with elegant styling. Hers makes more of a pronounced V shape and when they are standing next to each other you can see the subtle differences in how they hang.

I can’t take credit for that comparison – Savannah told me that joke later on; when we were discussing the moment it dawned on April and Tawny, like two wild horses that have just been corralled and lassoed, they were no longer free and belonged to someone else.

It might not help to tell a story of what happened to know the size and shape of a woman’s pussy but it certainly helps when you try to picture this week.

Pussies of all the other girls (For reference)

My pussy I would refer to as a “Taco” pussy. I’ve been told in rather unkind fashion it looks like a pile of roast beef from an Arby’s sandwich. I am easily aroused and I often squirt or drip a cummy kind of honey down my leg.

My mother’s pussy, I would call the ideal “Camel Toe” pussy because of the rather pronounced contours. It looks something like mine, but the clit hood isn’t nearly as pronounced. She kept a little brown strip of pubic hair above it and she had it pierced with a ring in the clit hood.

Savannah and Delilah’s pussies are like puffy peaches. They don’t expose much of the inside when they are standing and you almost want to grab the fat little clams and squeeze.

My Aunt Crystal’s pussy seems to be capable of fitting any size cock or object and yet looks like a simple slit, much like Tawny. I’ve seen her get fucked so that her pink pussy lips actually seem to wrap around the cock like a glove; as the man pulls out slightly, the insides of her wrap around it. She has a matching white-gold ring in her clit, the same as the two in her nipples.

Daisy’s pussy reminds me of a fat Mac-truck, with big fat lips hanging down on the sides and plenty of room inside. I call it a “Big Mac” for lack of a better term.

Cricket’s pussy is the most unusual of them all. She has a massive set of wings on either side that I can only describe as looking like two butterfly wings, but they are wrinkled and fat like a pair of pork rinds.

I spent a lot of time looking at them – so I hope you appreciate my candor in describing them while I explain the walk naked through the swimming pool area truly felt like we were being walked to the hangman’s noose.

People were genuinely angry with the Haislip girls for one reason or another. The two ladies had been popular, but now people felt they could tell them how they really felt about them – calling them sluts, whores, and laughing at their situation.

People might also not have cared about the theft – that was just an excuse really that everyone was willing to accept. The Haislip’s were finding out that they had insulted or made just about everyone feel inadequate at one time or another. As a “rich-bitch” from Cherry Lawn it wasn’t earning me too much good will to be seen walking with them –or them with me.

The Haislip girl’s had hemmed and hawed about it, but in the end they both wadded up their swimsuits; and despite wearing revealing bikinis they were nowhere near as small as mine.

“You girl’s aren’t just broke,” Odd Job’s laughed as they tucked and wadded their swimsuits in their tight little pussies in front of a laughing crowd. “To be broke you would have no money. You girls OWE 5,000 dollars, so you are worse than broke!”

The slightly larger swimsuits proved to be a bit of a liability when it came to stuffing them into their little pussies and was enough to make everyone laugh at what could have seemed very titillating while Odd-Jobs encouraged them to ‘pack their pink boxes!”

I was no longer worried this was a grift. After all, Brad just abandoned them and they were stuck having to work off the money they owed.

Anytime they tried to make a snarky comment or protest, Odd-Jobs would tell Tyga to smack their butts until they got the message that they were already doing this – it was a done deal.

The Haislip’s didn’t leave strings hanging out for Tyga but he didn’t insist either. He was happy to walk them over to the edge of the pool and all three of us were told to ‘grab your ankles and spread your legs’.

O.J. had the foresight, once they were in that position, to cuff them wrist to ankle so they couldn’t stand up. He didn’t bother with me after he asked, “You know better than to stand up – don’t you?”

“Yes Master,” I tried not to think about the fact I was now part of the center attraction show again and my entire pussy and asshole were visible to everyone, young and old, at the community pool.

“That is why I love you – you are a good little brown noser,” he chuckled and patted my head like I was a lovable mutt. I found myself smiling playfully – and not really understanding why. I want to liken it to the endorphin rush pumping through my body, but there was so many other feelings at work that a stupid, goofy look was all I could manage.

My brother drew the red circle around the outline of my swollen, puffy asshole demanding, “Stop puckering your butthole!”

“Sorry Sir, I couldn’t help it!” I said loud enough the people laughing hysterically could hear my pathetic apology.

He ignored me and began writing WH and RE on my cheeks to mark me up as a whore. If my dad pulled in now for any reason there was literally no way mom or I would be able to offer any explanation short of the truth.

Odd-Jobs still hadn’t decided how Tyga would fit into all of this as the two newest members of our team stayed bent over without trying to hide the simmering anger between them.

“Tyga, how much you want to get paid to help out down here?” Odd-Jobs took his time walking over to the ladies holding two matching pink ribbed butt plugs. They weren’t going anywhere – even if they were now grumbling and bickering with each other.

“Nothing,” Tyga shrugged standing behind his mother and sister, “Happy to help!”

“Your price is right,” Odd-Jobs considered him for a moment adding, “Let’s see if you bring more value than you cost though.”

My brother handed him a red marker and Tyga asked what he was supposed to do with it.

“Stop sniffing them for one thing,” Odd-Jobs joked that Tyga could think a little better if he wasn’t high on marker fumes. “You draw a big old circle around their asshole like he did,” O.J. had me pull my ass cheeks apart to show him.

“I see,” Tyga tried to draw a circle around his mom’s asshole but her cheeks were tight and he couldn’t quite get in there. He got frustrated after the second try.

Tyga started to get nervous. Everyone was looking at him. “Yo, yo, yo, I got this,” he shifted back into his rap persona and started to ape around.

“Hurry up, please Sir!” his sister wanted her initiation as one of the pool girls to be over as quickly as possible – but there was no way that was happening.

“Focus son, and listen,” Odd-Jobs was starting to lose HIS patience with the dumb teenager. “If you had a little more muscle on you I’d put you to work earning off your mother and sister’s debt a different way,” Odd-Jobs joked.

“He’d need about five more inches of cock for that,” Tawny laughed sarcastically at her brother.

It didn’t take much more for Tyga to pull the girl’s bathing suit completely out of her pussy and stuff it back into her mouth – and for the onlookers to cheer the sour-faced teenager getting her cum-uppance.

“Good one, but next time you might use her mom’s swimsuit – girls like her usually don’t mind their own juice as much they do some other bitch’s sweaty, girl-slime,” Odd-Jobs laughed as Tyga pulled his sister’s tight rump apart and wrote WH RE and then circled the area around her tight ass with a big red O.

“Money is tighter than these girl’s assholes right now,” Odd-Jobs said that they would be put to work right away and worked hard. He said that as much for their benefit as for the crowd who may have just walked up and wondered what sort of sordid affair was going on here. “You owe ME a debt – and you don’t leave until it’s paid back.”

April winced slightly and said, “At 5pm when this is done – I’ll go home and get the rest of the money, I promise Sir!”

“I don’t know why you think 5’ O’clock is quitting time exactly,” Odd-Jobs chuckled – it was our usual stopping point at the car wash but he explained, “The girls get washed, marched home and disciplined on camera for the night. You want your trailer put on jacks and camera’s installed, or will spending the night at the Gaylord’s place be just fine with you?”

O.J. didn’t wait for an answer – he already knew the two bitchy women weren’t going to be allowed to leave. If they did – they’d probably ditch town! He handed one of the plugs he was holding to Tyga as if it were the sword Excalibur itself and he was crowning the boy King.

“I was saving these for Crystal and Baby Doll,” O.J. said my mother’s stripper name so naturally it was obvious he didn’t think of her as Patricia Tinkle at all. “But, I think your mom and sister can handle the fun button.”

The name on the handle was “Stronic Drei” and the curved and twisted edges swirled around the pink latex phallus in an almost menacing and intimidating way.

Tyga started to cram the plug into his sister’s dry asshole and found it impossible.

“First, spit on the asshole,” Odd-Jobs said and Conner added, “Then find a bitch with an open mouth and have her slurp it good and wet,” pointing to me as if he were reading off a simple recipe to bake a cake.

I smiled at Tyga invitingly to let him know it was okay to use my mouth and he knelt down to let me lick it. This plug was curved slightly upward and ribbed. I notice there was a handle with three buttons on the end – one was red and marked “Fun”.

Once Tyga hocked a loogy on his sister’s ass he was able to penetrate her with the wicked sex-toy, despite her protests and angry looks. She bucked slightly as if she was going to purposely jump into the pool to escape him, but in the end he managed to pack it all the way to the handle.

“You can drag the sluts around by their handle,” Odd-Jobs demonstrated how he could easily move Tawny around like she was a vacuum cleaner. She almost fell into the pool due to his rough handling.

“What happens if they fall into the pool?” Tyga asked, taking over the four inch length of handle and finding it harder to move his strong sister around.

“I guess it would electrocute them,” Odd-Jobs shrugged with a laugh as if he didn’t care. He demonstrated the fun button by pressing it once and the plug clearly began to pulsate as Tawny’s entire ass slowly jiggled. “You can speed it up or slow it down with the other two buttons,” he pressed and Tawny spit out her swimsuit to moan a long fitful cat-like cry. “Unlike vibrators – this one pulsates. The Germans know how to make a sex toy. It thrusts – back and forth - should feel familiar to a bitch like your sister.”

“Jump in and get that suit,” my brother smacked my ass and I went in after the suit Tawny had spit out, obediently and without hesitation. By the time I came up for air with the suit in my mouth Tyga had move on to his mother in a similar fashion. She had her green bikini stuffed into her mouth and looked positively livid as her son wrote WHORE on her asshole.

I pulled myself out of the water and kissed the suit back into Tawny’s mouth. “Welcome to the pool girl’s club,” I teased.

She bit my lip and took the suit into her mouth – holding it there without gagging herself as I emerged from the water. I checked my ass as I got out and saw the words still there.

“Don’t worry – it’s permanent marker,” my brother chuckled that I was worried about it washing off.