Chapter One Hundred Seventeen

Ass is like money, you can never have enough

Ted was teasing Daisy as we filed out on all fours from his party bus singing to her while she got fucked by two nasty old black men.

“Do your tits hang low, do they wobble to the floor?

Can you milk them in a pot, can you milk them in the snow?”

Her massively rounded jugs bounced as she fucked the two bearded men. She was a classic BBW, but with all the dirty words and cum dried into her skin she looked as whorish as I felt!

She seemed beaten and willing to submit – but even as I passed her, with cum dripping from my stomach to the bottom of the floor while I crawled on my hands and knees, she gave me a dirty look. The cruel bitch ignored her own misfortune and took pleasure in my sharing hers.

Ted ignored his sister and insisted I get my back lower, “Tits dragging the pavement, girly!” he hit my butt with a flyswatter as I approached where he was standing at the entrance to the bus as he continued to tease his sister.

I did as I was told and he put the flyswatter to my face to stop me. Savannah was right behind me and bumped into me accidentally.

“Hey, you stopped her so fast she got her dirty ass right on my nose, Sir!” Savannah complained that she brushed up against me to Ted.

“You always was a brown-noser, Savannah!” he ignored her complaint and told me that he just wanted to say that he thought I was doing an amazing job. “I’ve heard good things about you and what you are doing,” he leaned down to tell me.

I was surprised to get praise from our little King of Kinks and thanked him.

“I don’t have any buts to add to it either,” noting that he didn’t give me an underhanded compliment that included some advice to change something about myself. “You are a little money-maker. You and your mom are my guests tonight at Applebee’s,” he said.

“Actually, mom and I are going to her work to see if we can pull down some more money, Sir.” I told him while looking up. It was odd staring into his eyes – I hadn’t noticed they were blue and the same color as his mother and sister.

“You are turning down some Riblets all you can eat platter? Fine, more for me, bitch,” Ted looked puzzled and almost hurt that I’d pass on his generous offer but smacked my ass to let me know I could keep following my mom off the bus.

“What about us? We get Applebee’s, Sir?” Tawny shouted behind Savannah with a haughty sense of entitlement – she was going through this to pay a debt for money she stole but she was damned sure going to get Applebee’s if everyone else was.

Savannah backed up her ass and tooted a cute little fart in the rival girl’s face as her answer.

Ted chuckled and told her that of course she was going to come. “I take care of my bitches – and afterwards, you and your mom can suck my balls dry,” he promised.

Watching us crawl out of the bus, Ted commented he wanted to see us wiggle those butts and shake them more. “Ass is like money, you can never have enough!” he sighed with relief.

Once I was outside of the bus, I noticed that the crowd had diminished quite a bit and we had about half the attendance we had when I last emerged from the party bus. People were wrapping up for the day.

The ones that stayed were the die-hards who had been drinking all day and of course the V.I.P. regulars in their special tent that had been there since the very beginning. The Watcher and the Wrestler watched as my brother led us through the pool area to go past lawn chairs and a few people who didn’t expect to see a train of six women with tiny bottoms on, on hands and knees passing by them.

My brother stopped us and made us wait. We awkwardly remained in place – on all fours with our asses basically hanging out in a long line. It was easier standing naked than it was remaining lined up like a dog, even with bikini bottoms.

“You going to just leave us here like some kind of creepy Human centipede?” Tawny asked sarcastically.

My brother slapped her ass hard to remind her to call him Sir and told her that wasn’t a half bad idea. Then he rushed off to the DJ booth to set something up for whatever stunt he had in mind.

“You know cuz,” Savannah leaned in close to me and whispered, “I kind of like this.”

“You like crawling around the pool?” I whispered back surprised that she actually enjoyed anything. I gave her a glance that suggested she not get out of line in case my brother sees and punishes her – or the both of us.

Savannah didn’t give a fuck about getting in trouble. “No silly,” she giggled, “I kind of like being a whore. I was angry at first. I don’t know what the fuck I was saving my pussy for. It’s kind of like chicken. It has an expiration date on it. Why on earth do I want to keep it hidden away while it’s fresh and worth something, only to pass it around like my mom when it’s almost out of date?” she laughed.

“Wow, that’s deep,” I laughed conspiratorially.

“Deeper than your bullshit,” Savannah sounded scornful and grabbed me by the ear to warn me not to tell anyone what she just confided in me. I knew that she wasn’t really angry with me – it was just her confrontational way with secrets and trust.

“I like it too,” I whispered back, but I don’t think she heard me because my brother cranked up the music.

A funky hip-hop beat mixed with guitar riffs that sounded like something from the 1980s blasted over the stereo.

“Cold coolin' at a bar and I'm lookin' for some action

But like Mike Jagger said, 'I Can't Get No Satisfaction'

The girls are all around but none of them wanna get with me

My threads are fresh and I'm lookin' def, yo, what's up with L O C?”

My brother was on the microphone and told us all to stand and start dancing.

The beat was easy to dance to but we were all a little confused as we started to shimmy and bounce in place.

“Oh this won’t do – no not all,” Conner was becoming quite the master of ceremonies. He started clapping his hands to the beat and trying to get everyone to notice where we were standing.

Surprisingly, because there were other girls in skimpy outfits and people had been drinking, it took more than a little effort to make it obvious we were dancing together.

“It’s time for our mother-daughter dance contest!” Conner smiled into the microphone like a cheesy announcer as he paired us up and introduced us by first and last name to the crowd.

The girls all jockin' at the other end of the bar

Havin' drinks with some no-name chump

When they know that I'm the star

So, I got up and strolled over to the other side of the cantina

I asked the guy, why you so fly? He said, Funky Cold Medina

Mom and I were dancing together now – bouncing in a kind of goofy white girl rhythm that was equally awkward and not entirely sexy from my point of view.

“Closer ladies, closer ladies – the audience is going to be the judge and you get the prize!” Conner promised.

“Can’t we just wrestle each other, Sir?” Savannah’s voice carried well over the funky rap song we were dancing to, like it was on its own microphone. “I am itching to teach old fart-head Tawny Haislip why she needs to keep her nose out of my ass when we are crawling,” Savannah’s question was more of an open threat to Tawny.

Tawny hadn’t faired that well in her last fight and gave Savannah a dirty look until Savannah stared her down.

“I like your spunk – but let me make one thing perfectly clear,” Conner sounded cheery as he rapped to the beat of the music “Your ass belongs to me, Spunky Old Cock monkey!”

I heard some laughter from two women in their late forties who were smoking as they checked out my brother. “You for sale?” one of the women with slightly greying hair and a little bit of a belly asked him.

“Sorry, no – I am here to keep the girls in line, I can introduce you to my cousin Lloyd,” he told her off the microphone politely.

“Lloyd hasn’t been here all afternoon, son; and as good looking as these girls are,” she took a puff on her cigarette and with her throaty New Jersey accent grabbed my brother’s ass and said, “I’m looking for some young buck.”

“I think not,” my brother seemed to shudder and the older woman shrugged and told him to suit himself.

I heard her comment that he must be “one of the gays” and her friend added that there were so many of them in this generation.

“Let me pass the mic to Uncle Ted, the ruler of this here pool – and let him explain how this is going to go,” Conner handed off the microphone to Ted and sat down – far away from the older ladies.

Ted had clearly planned to make his dramatic entrance at that point because he was ready to step in and talk to the crowd –imploring us to keep dancing.

“Mom, how are you holding up?” I asked while Ted worked the crowd to get them into the mood to play whatever game he had in mind.

He kept asking the crowd how they were doing and telling them “I can’t HEAR YOU!” until one of those two sour older ladies who hit on my brother told him to drop his pants and whip it out.

“At this point, it’s better than nothing,” the older woman insisted she’d been waiting all afternoon for some of this young stud down at the pool and didn’t want to go home empty handed.

Mom smiled back at me and told me she could ask me the same question while she swayed to the funky song. There were long periods in the song with no rap and just music – I think Catfish was playing the Instrumental version under Ted’s voice.

Ted hammed things up with the women and pulled out his stubby cock but the old lady pantomimed the universal symbol for ‘put it back – put it back’ and that actually got a lot of laughs from the crowd.

“I am coming with you to work tonight, Mom,” I insisted while we had a chance to whisper during Ted’s pre-show antics.

“I really wish you wouldn’t,” she smiled wistfully at me. I noticed that she used to just tell me how things were going to be. Today – she seemed to be talking to me like an adult, or at least like she had no right to make decisions for me.

I wasn’t sure if that was because she recognized I was mature enough to make the decision myself or because she felt she royally flubbed it as a mother and no longer had the authority to tell me one way or the other what to do.

“Oh my god, Mom!” I smiled at her sheepishly and feigned offense in a jovial way, “You came to my work – how much worse can it be at yours?”

“Much worse,” was all she said before Ted began going into the stakes of the contest.

“Are you afraid I’ll find out why they call you Baby Doll?” I teased her playfully while dancing side by side with her.

“Something like that,” Mom couldn’t return my gaze – so I let the matter drop for now.

“The rules are simple,” Ted’s famous words usually meant that the rules were going to be convoluted and hard to follow – as evidenced by a whole series of complicated profit splits, symbols attached to collars denoting rank and rules that were no longer being applied because they were either too complicated or no one remembered them.

“There are three mother-daughter sluts here in the center of the pool and they are going to dance,” Ted explained that the more the people liked our dancing – they would come up and lay down beer tickets, cash, whatever and that was how they were going to judge the winner. “You will prove you like what you see – by laying down your money!”

He laughed and said, “You may as well spend it before you get home – because if you walk in the door with money in your pocket, your wife will take it before you get to spend it tomorrow!” he quipped and looked right at Crystal.

Then he told us the prizes for the winner.

“You get to eat with the family, not on the floor – you get to wear whatever you want tonight and you won’t be tied up, as long as you promise not to run off. They also won’t have to fuck anyone after 6pm, unless they wanted to – and can essentially have a night off without discipline. No butt plugs even!”

Savannah made that sound someone makes when they laugh and sneeze at the same time, as if to guffaw in disbelief that this was the prize.

“Hang on, hang on,” Ted said that, “the girls who come in second place will get to dress like the sluts they are and ride INSIDE the pickup truck tonight. They will definitely be tied up when put to bed and for them – they will have a regular night of discipline – plugged, tied, and well fucked before put away,” Ted promised.

“How in the fuck?” Savannah asked incredulously in her sassy southern accent, “is this a prize?”

Ted told her to hold on – he was getting to it.

“The girls who come in last place- I mean the ones who don’t put their heart and soul into it – well, they will ride in the back of the truck tonight – and they’ll only be allowed clothes inside Applebee’s. They’ll be staked out in the yard tonight- and they’ll have baseball bats shoved up their ass, sound like a good prize, my precious step-daughter?” Ted asked sarcastically. He explained that they would basically be in dog status like his precious sister – “Except in the morning you get a fresh start – she doesn’t.”

Savannah was surprisingly quiet as she continued dancing with her mother. My Aunt said nothing – she had embraced her submission, but it no longer seemed like an act.

“I forgot to mention – the prize for you- the audience for putting up with my wayward clan of misguided bitches – stubborn, vain, lazy, princesses who manipulate and controlled so much until it finally backfired and they found themselves in the sights of Uncle Ted’s double barrel shotgun of justice,” Ted mimed taking aim and firing a gun at Tawny and April.

“You see, the second place bitches will suck off EVERY ONE HERE who wants a blowjob,” Ted promised he wouldn’t leave until every last man with a pecker got one if he wanted it.

I heard a younger boy with a crew cut ask “Mommy, what’s a blowjob?” and I saw his dad laugh and smile at his son. I didn’t hear her answer because Ted wasn’t finished explaining the conditions.

“Now, what do the girls who come in first place have to do?” Ted explained it wouldn’t be much of a contest if they didn’t have to do anything. “After all, what incentive do you wonderful people have to lay down your hard earned money so they can earn a night off?” Ted explained that the girls who came in first would, “Do anything you want for 5 minutes.”

“They will spread on the bus and love you long time, poppy!” Ted said the last part like an Asian girl for some reason and made a motion like he was fucking the air and spanking ass. “You can spank them, you can pull their hair, you can stick your fingers up their ass – basically as long as you don’t put bruises or cuts on them – they are down with anything. That’s your incentive to pick the very best girls.”

He explained he keeps us on a tight leash because of our mischief and misbehavior but we get to earn a night off – “It’ll cost you though – you have to prove you want it! You dance the best – you serve and please everyone here, and I am a generous man! You fail to amuse, then someone has to be in the dog house,” he looked at the Haislips menacingly.

“What do the girls who come in last place have to do?” The forty-something older woman croaked out a question.

Ted laughed into the microphone and asked if tying them up at night wasn’t enough incentive for them to put on a good show? “Tell ya what I am gonna do…” he offered like an infomercial spokesman doubling the steak knives he would send if you ordered in the next fifteen minutes.

“You can spank their asses, tits and well fuck it – any part of them until we leave here tonight – and if you don’t – we will!” Ted spanked April on her perfect tush with a satisfying pop that caused her to shiver. “The Dog bitches are fair game – and I’ll throw in Daisy,” he offered.

April looked infuriated for a second then quickly recovered and continued dancing. She was adorable even when she was mad.

“Don’t look so miffed - does your cunt and ass belong to me?” Ted asked her to clarify she didn’t mind him pawing her or slapping her.

“Yes sir,” April answered demurely with the class of an older, sultry woman.

“Yes sir, what?” Ted put his hand to his ear after speaking into the microphone.

“Yes sir, my cunt and ass belong to you,” April said as if the words were poison on her lips.

“And does your deliciously snotty daughter’s tits, cunt and ass belong to me as well?” Ted smiled excitedly like the all-time winner collecting yet another winning.

“Yes they do, Sir,” April was a lot classier than her daughter, but she could clearly be crude and vulgar if the need arose because she clarified before Ted could insist, “My daughter’s precious tits, cunt and ass belong to you – they do until our debt is paid and then they belong to us, never to be traded again!”

“You say that now,” Ted made a motion like he was sniffing cocaine, “until that runs out- then we’ll see,” he laughed before declaring that the contest rules had been explained and calling people up.

“We’ll have an ATM machine here tomorrow,” he promised before asking, “Ladies? And I do use that term loosely,” Ted asked “Are you up for the challenges?”

There was a remarkable lack of unity in how we responded and Ted insisted we try again.

“I can’t HEAR you-oo!” Ted demanded like he did on the jogs to and from the pool.

“Yes sir,” we managed almost in unison. We were all a bit bewildered and most of us were well-fucked at this point to the point of confusion – at least I was.

“If you girls want to WALK SLOWLY home tonight instead of jog, you’ll do that weak shit one more time just like that. If you want to at least jog you’ll say it like you have a set of balls instead of a pussy. What do you say to MEE-EEH?!” he drew out the word ‘me’ like a drill sergeant on the parade field.

“YES SIR!” we all made the effort to give him a unified chorus of a response.

“Then let me see you shake and shimmy, bitches!!” Which was apparently the cue to crank up the music and the intensity.