Chapter One Hundred Twenty

Contrary to Popular Belief – Nobody Owes You a God-Damned Thing

“Well, what do we have here?” the heavy set sheriff with slicked back black hair said as he calmly assessed the situation like it were any normal situation – he didn’t freak out and start yelling or anything. The husky man sighed and surveyed the naked women at the pool, a DJ booth, beer and food as if he would get to the bottom of things – one step at a time.

He bore a striking resemblance to Junior Gaylord but that may have just been the fact that he walked with a purpose and, despite being bigger than Maw-Maw, he carried himself like he was somebody you just didn’t want to mess with.

The man in front of me popped his dick out of my mouth, zipped up and tried to make himself invisible. The majority of the people, even the two older women smoking at the pool did the same thing.

I wished that Doctor Hooker had stayed just long enough to give me some sort of sage advice on what to do in a situation like this. He had gone without saying a word to me. I wondered if he had seen me and thought I wasn’t worth his advice – or forgotten. Now, I could use those words more than ever as I was terrified. This was bad – real bad.

Mom and I stayed frozen in place. I wasn’t sure if mom was doing it because we were already caught or simply because she hadn’t been told to move. I remained as I was, not even thinking about pulling the finger out of my ass mostly because my mother was standing that way.

“Ted Gaylord?” the Officer yelled as he walked over to the food cart. His question was more of an allegation that Ted was the man in charge. “I should have known you would be at the center of this.” The officer spoke with a deep southern drawl that was fairly common around here, but it gave him an aura of menace – like an old time Prison Warden or Chain Gang Supervisor from an old Paul Newman movie.

“Fatboy!” Ted acknowledged him with disrespect, “I should have smelled you coming.” Ted folded his arms across his chest. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” he said.

“Teddy, Teddy, Teddy,” Fatboy squeezed Ted’s cheeks accusingly and with an edge of malice. “I don’t want to play this game with y’all today – I think you know you are in a whole mess of trouble. Even your last name can’t get ya out of today,” He responded to a garbled communication that came across the walkie talkie handset he wore on his grey uniform.

“I told’d you!” Kung-Fu Dave pointed at Ted and began to turn informant on him. “He’s running whores out of here! Whores!” he mumbled through his mush-mouth hillbilly accent.

His sister considered him angrily - he was effectively turning her in as well but his sour grapes for not being part of the scheme and the fact that he just wasn’t very bright

caused him to ignore her. I knew from earlier experiences with him that he considered himself a bit of a local super hero and worshiped the local Sheriff’s office.

“That will be fine, David,” Fatboy placated the would-be informant. He obviously knew Kung-Fu Dave from past encounters and didn’t want to encourage him because Dave was already saying he wanted to be deputized and help “Incarsurated” us.

The music had stopped playing and now people were leaving quietly. Fatboy told everyone to stay where they were. “Selling beer with no liquor license? That’s a code 415e and 91 but I am more interested in the code 288.” He told Ted to take a walk with him.

“You ladies seem to have lost your bathing suits,” Fatboy walked directly to where Savannah, Crystal, Mom and I were in the pool area with Ted.

The men around us had evaporated, except for Ryan who dutifully waited nearby.

“Savannah Danville,” he commented, “I’d know that ass anywhere,” Fatboy said with a deadpan sense of humor as he approached her from behind while she remained on all fours.

“Officer Fatboy, what a pleasure it is to see you Sir,” Savannah said through gritted teeth with a mock pleasantry.

“You can’t see me though – you kneeling down there on the ground like that – it looks like you lost something?” Fatboy was obviously being sarcastic.

“Yeah, I was looking to see if I could find your dick – it’s so small,” Savannah grunted.

The back of his neck looked like a pack of meaty hot dogs from where I was squatting and it looked like they actually moved when she said that – it clearly offended him.

“I see the Summer you spent in our youth correctional facility didn’t do much to improve your respect for authority figures,” Fatboy observed.

“When I meet an actual one,” Savannah seethed with anger, “I’ll let you know,” she promised.

“You need a little more time down on the farm – and a nice man would be happy to adopt you and teach you a little more respect.” Fatboy spit his chaw on the sidewalk of the pool, inches away from where Savannah was on all fours.

“No, I kind of like things just the way they are, Sir,” Savannah’s sarcasm was laced with honey intended to make him think she’d find being Ted’s Dog preferable to the juvenile correction system.

“Your lovely mother agree – you mind a little staycation in County jail, Crystal?” he asked.

“I’m not real partial to it, no sir,” Crystal sounded not overly concerned about going to jail as she responded in her salty, haughty manner.

I on the other hand was panicking and I think the Officer could see that in my face.

“I don’t recognize you and I thought I knew all the girls in the Buckman.” Fatboy asked me if I understood what a code 82 was.

“No sir,” I mumbled under my breath nervously.

“It’s what you and your mama here is going to jail for, Prostitution.” He promised that he had a whole list of criminal charges in mind and he could find more.

I couldn’t help myself – a long stream of yellow piss shot out of my pussy all over the sidewalk beneath my feet – splashing on my thighs and feet.

I was mortified.

“Don’t piss yourself , Darlin’,” Fatboy seemed amused he was able to scare the literal piss out of me and I think he decided I’d probably had enough. My hunch was that he considered people like Savannah and Ted automatically guilty because they were so streetwise and he saw right through my bitch act and realized I was just a scared little girl at heart.

“Babydoll,” he recognized my mom and addressed her instead, “When you didn’t show up to work today – I figured I’d come down here and find out what would make you miss a shift,” he seemed even more intimidating when he was close. He smelled of cheap aftershave and the kind of leather used in gun holsters.

“I am sorry, Sir – I just wasn’t making any money down at the Landing Strip,” Mom murmured with a kind of genuine nervousness I had never seen her use when she was being dressed down during our play acting with Conner and Ted.

“Now, you have no reason to be sorry to me.” Fatboy told her that, “It’s a free country. Hell, I can’t make you work some place you don’t want to and it would be Socialism to tell you purty ladies what you can and cannot wear,” he grinned a very broad smile as if he were going to let us go with just a warning.

“Then again,” he considered for a moment and his demeanor changed from good old boy to soberly serious, “When you break the law, then that becomes my business – and when you ladies get into my business – that’s when we’ve got us a problem,” he said.

“You know Mike missed you today,” Fatboy said my father’s name. That sparked all sorts of thoughts in my head and I began to wonder what he meant. Did dad work at the Landing Strip and that is why Mom didn’t want me to go? That must have been it - it had to be.

How did this cop know my mom worked there? Why did he care and how did he know Dad missed her? I had so many questions and I pulled my finger out of my ass and began to kneel down again.”

“Did I tell you to move, little girl?” Fatboy asked me and I felt genuinely scared that my entire world was crashing down around me. The safe little world I had lived in, in the suburbs of Cherry Lawn, had crashed and burned when my father lost his job and we moved to the trailer park. Now, the topsy-turvy, depraved and trashy world of the Buckman was falling apart on me as well. The hairs were running up and down my neck and I felt panic wash over my entire body.

There were still people staring at us and grinning, but they were much more discrete- watching like they would a traffic accident on the highway to rubber neck at the carnage of someone else’s life.

“Uh no, sir?” I asked him with doubt in my throat as I choked out the words through sobs.

“You be careful around me – you pulling that finger out of your ass – I don’t know what you may have up there,” he chuckled like he was kidding. “I like you – What’s your name?” Fatboy asked me.

“Ellen, Sir? Ellen Tinkle,” I was raised to think police were our friends – that if you ever got lost or in trouble to go to one immediately and that had been so ingrained in me I found it difficult to play things anyway but straight with him.

“So you are Babydoll’s daughter? That makes sense. I see the family resemblance,” he looked me up and down to assess me. He told me to stay like I was because he wanted to get everything in evidence. “I don’t think you mind being like that do you?”

“Not really, sir,” I lied and remained kneeling and naked as I had been told.

“I’d let ya get dressed – but I think everyone out here done seen what ya got, and it ain’t half bad,” he paid me a compliment and I thanked him. “You know – I got a nice place down at the farm – Savannah spent a little time there. We could find you a nice, wealthy gentleman to adopt you and take you out of this shithole – would you like that?” he was talking about the Teen Detention Center that Savannah had gone to one summer.

“I’d like actually to stay right here, Sir,” I stuttered.

“That may not be possible, ya see – y’all broke the laws around these parts and well, we just don’t take to people doing that – there is a delicate order to things here in Buckman County and y’all are just rocking the apple cart a little too much.” Fatboy promised I’d learn to like it there. “All the girls do,” he said – and I shivered at the thought of being separated from my family and “Adopted” to some old pervert.

“I was going to work today after we finished, Sir!” my mom blurted out – saving me from that awkward conversation.

“You were?” Fatboy feigned mock surprise, “But honey, what if your sweet little ass is in jail with all these deviants because you didn’t get permission to take the day off,” he asked her like he knew her well.

“I asked Odd-Jobs and he said it would be fine, Sir,” Mom said calmly. I was trying to process why a police man and a maintenance man from a trailer park would have anything to do with the scheduling of a strip club – but it shouldn’t have surprised me.

“He did? He says what will be fine and what won’t be, does he?”

My mom kind of stuttered and I could sense that she was panicking as well.

Fatboy laughed at us and then asked my mom how she was going to make up her missing shift.

“I’ll just work harder, Sir,” my mom didn’t look over at me – but I could tell she was hinting at me not to volunteer to work. I had changed my mind anyway – if my dad WAS at the Landing Strip I wasn’t ready for him to see me like this. That was one of the few people I hadn’t reconciled sharing this little secret scam with. I was his little girl – and his reaction probably wouldn’t be pleasant.

“Candy’s fat ass working down here at the pool? She didn’t show up for work either,” Fatboy asked and when there was silence he looked at Ted firmly indicating he wanted to know.

“No sir,” Ted was a bully and a conman, but one thing that I had observed about him early on was that even though he respected authority – he quickly caved when he was around someone much more assertive than himself. “She is down at her house – her sister Angel is here on the bus,” Ted admitted.

“When she pops out that baby, if she don’t have stretch marks, I may be interested in that little dumbshit,” Fatboy promised and asked who else was on the bus – telling them to come out.

Tyga walked behind his naked mother and sister along with a few of the locals from the pool in various states of undress.

“Tawny and April Haislip!” Fatboy seemed impressed with Ted and when he recognized Daisy he tipped the brim of his Sheriff’s Campaign Hat to him. “You got a Gaylord down on her knees serving and sucking – well that is something,” Fatboy grinned.

“Maw-Maw too,” Ted quickly admitted and then thought better of it when Fatboy seemed even more overjoyed.

“Maw-Maw? Bring her fat ass so I can see her? Where are you hiding all these women, Teddy?” Fatboy asked.

“She is back at the trailer – watching Daisy’s kids,” Ted said apprehensively.

“Well, good – I’ll be by there to pay her a visit after I finish up here,” Fatboy promised.

“Look, how about we work things out,” Ted tried to smooth things over with Fatboy.

This is where I expected the Sheriff to consider a bribe, but he asked Ted what he was trying to say.

“How much do you want? I could give you a regular cut – make you a partner, just like at the Landing Strip,” Ted promised eagerly.

“You know that sounds a lot like a bribe to me,” Fatboy looked directly at me and asked, “That sound like a bribe to you? You got that city-folk education and all. You tell me is that bribing an officer?”

He didn’t wait for an answer before pounding a meaty fist against Ted’s dirty tank-top and lifting him off the ground like a gorilla would a monkey. “Why would I take a cut and be a partner, Ted?” Fatboy explained “I can just take ALL the money you earned, put all you fuckers into jail tonight and then give your girls a choice- jail or work at the Landing Strip. You took one of my best girls – I’ll take all of yours. Tawny, Savannah, and Ellen here will be sent down to the Juvenile Detention Center for processing and I’ll find them real good homes,” Fatboy looked around at Ryan and Conner and said, “I’ve got a bus full of boys I’m sending to a work-farm, these fellas can just hop right on and join them.”

Conner looked nervous for the first time since this all began. “There has to be a trial? You can’t just sentence us! What about Miranda rights?” he blurted out. He had become far more aggressive since he started bossing us around, but he was in new territory talking to a police officer.

“You sound like a city-slicker too,” Fatboy turned to my mom and spit chaw on the ground, “This your boy?”

“Yes, he is, Sir! Please don’t send him away! I’ll do whatever you want! Anything,” mom begged as tears started to roll down her eyes.

“I know that,” Fatboy said “That was a given – I own your ass – you don’t have any choice in that. The question is – why should I give any of you special treatment? This little turdball comes talking to me like he thinks he is a man demanding to see a judge? Hell, he doesn’t know how we DO things out here in the Buckman – but you do, don’t you Babydoll?”

Before my mom could answer I promised I would work too – “At the Landing Strip, I’ll dance too! Whatever it takes – please don’t split us up! Sir.”

“You look mighty young to me,” Fatboy chuckled like Daisy used to before she was reduced to being a Dog – his belly and jowels shook as he did. “You got any ID on you that proves you are over 18?”

“No sir?” I looked down at the ground.

“Well,” Fatboy laughed “you’ll just have to bring that paper work in when you got it handy – You know it may be a fun show, you and your own daughter, with Mike,” Fatboy said it may just wake the place up.

“No, please sir – please? Don’t do this,” Mom begged that I should work the “main room,” and not with her in the backroom. I was definitely worried – whatever was in the backroom was obviously something she wanted to keep me from and given what we were doing regularly at the pool I couldn’t begin to imagine.

Odd-Jobs and S.S raced to the pool in the Golf-cart – they had clearly heard the police were here. “Shit, what mess have you gotten us into, Ted!” he shouted as he walked over to where we were standing.

“Odd-Jobs, what a surprise. You the one that set this up?” Fatboy grinned, “Does Senior know you’ve got this little operation going on?”

“Yes he does,” O.J. hushed him and tried to calm the situation.

“Yeah, right,” Fatboy answered in disbelief, “This sloppy operation is not something Senior would approve of,” he walked over to the foodcart and reaching over the fence began to eat some wings that were left over. “Y’all need to hand over all the money you got and line up – girls in one line and men in the other – I’ll be handcuffing ya and taking you on the bus with the boys down to the county jail,” he said with a mouthful of chicken meat in his mouth.

Some of us began to stand up and shuffle slowly to get processed when Odd-Jobs dialed and then handed a cell phone to Fatboy.

“Yes?” the good-old boy Sheriff was annoyed but listened to the caller. “But?” he started to say and listened some more. “I understand,” he finally said and handed the phone back to Ted.

“It seems we’ve got the same deal I have with the Landing Strip,” Fatboy explained that he would be an enforcer and protector – and in exchange he would get a cut of the money. He would run down any wayward girls, keep the operation running smoothly.

Ted agreed whole heartedly –and had a relieved look on his face. “We will tone things down a notch – I totally promise,” Ted offered.

“A promise from Ted fucking Gaylord? Ain’t worth a lick of mule shit,” Fatboy chuckled dismissively. “If Senior calls me on the telephone, I am having a bad day and I don’t like bad days, Ted. As long as you don’t murder nobody or cut the electric wires – you can have these girls piss in a damned freezer and sell it as lemon freeze. All I ask is you don’t poach no more girls from the Landing Strip – and you won’t see me until payday. You can have Babydoll during dayshift – but her ass better be on time for work – and her darling daughter can work there too. That should make up for our losses and we’ll call it even.”

Just like that – with a single phone call the entire direction of my life changed in a minute. It was obviously Senior on the other end of the line, and with just a few words he had convinced that Sheriff to leave us be.

Visions that had danced in my head of being trained to be a dutiful sex slave to some rich millionaire who ‘adopted’ me down at the correction facility changed to how Senior had actually spared me this nasty fate, allowing me to continue to work as a whore in the Buckman and work with mom at the Landing Strip. It was ironic – I was now relieved to be naked, squatting with piss down my leg and treated like a sex slave because at least I knew I would still be with my family and this would be over when we had enough money.

Fatboy continued eating chicken wings and even drank a beer while the regular crowd dispersed quickly – there was no reason for them to hang around and possibly tempt the good officer to arrest one of them. The pool was closing and no one felt like staying after that run-in with the law.

“Well, at least we don’t have to fuck any more losers,” Tawny said to her mom as she watched the last guy from the bus leave. He looked back over his shoulder as if perhaps she may wave him back and let him finish with her – but she just waved “Buh-bye! Now Do come back, ya hear?” sarcastically. She was still stark naked, placing her hands on her hips revealing her pert, swaying breasts – showing absolutely no shame about being naked.

“That reminds me. I was going to take this bus down to the Landing Strip once I picked up BabyDoll and Candy – figured, they could amuse the inmates on the way to the club but you could save me a trip and some wear and tear on the dancers’ vaginas,” Fatboy explained there were about 30 teenage boys he was going to take to a work farm. They usually liked to get their dicks wet before they did, “It makes them less likely to run off if we keep them happy.” Apparently they worked a ranch for free and, in exchange, they got to fuck a few of the dancers down at the club.

“Sure, bring them on,” Ted offered our services with a grin on his face. He was more than happy to oblige the officer any request he could grant in return for his approval.

“That’s one thing I like about you Ted,” Fatboy smiled at him before adding dourly, “You’ve got no balls.”

Ted’s face turned sour and he looked at the ground. He wasn’t going to confront Fatboy and instead decided to smile and play along as if Fatboy was kidding.

“You flunked out of the academy – couldn’t pass the physical or the mental tests to be a police officer. Hell, you flunked out of the fucking Wackenhut security guard entrance exam and all you have to be able to do for that is not trip over your own pecker. If I had been born to a Gaylord woman instead of my whore of a mom – I’d probably stand to inherit this hole shitty trailer park empire, but instead a little shit like you gets to call the shots. I give your little enterprise two months before you fuck it up – but if you do, call ol’ Fatboy and I’ll fix your problem for ya,” he said.

I got the distinct impression from Ted, back when I first met him, that he wanted badly to be a cop or to have authority. It seemed like he was the type of guy who kind of worshiped people like ‘Dog the Bounty Hunter’ or Fatboy and wanted to BE them, but those kind of guys just didn’t give him the time of day – making him want it all the more.

Ted really had seemed to change in the last week though – rising to be the leader we needed and growing in his confidence. That confidence did seem to initially wane around Fatboy but now that he didn’t think he was going to get arrested he was a lot happier.

“We won’t have any other problems with the law?” Conner was standing with Ted as if he were one of the men talking business.

“I almost didn’t see you there, son,” Fatboy considered my brother for a moment and said, “A little pile of shit, standing behind a bigger pile of shit – you just don’t stand out.”

He explained that since there wasn’t a lick of Interstate Highway in all of Buckman county it was very unlikely a State Trooper would ever come knocking. “You start abducting women across state lines or running drugs and maybe there will be some heat old Fatboy can’t handle – but, I think you ain’t got nothing to worry about,” he laughed as he called to one of his deputies to let the boys off the bus.

“I could work for my sister,” Angel swallowed nervously. “At the Landing Strip?” she asked hopefully.

Fatboy sucked his lip for a long second and looked her up and down. “Honey, I love your willingness, but you are a little too ripe on the vine for most of my customers. They do like some freaky-deaky shit though. Hell, we used to have a stripper with only one arm,” he laughed. “She was a sad little termite, though – hired her as a favor to her Dad.” He asked her to jiggle her tits.

She did with a giggle and a tee-hee and then he told her to spin and wiggle her ass.

“Yep, I like it,” Fatboy nodded and watched as Angel bounced, “and you got your license on ya?”

“I ain’t but 16 Sir,” she told him.

“Shhhh,” he talked to her slowly as if she were stupid. “I didn’t ask that – and I didn’t hear you just now – now you have to be 18 to work at the Landing Strip – you forgot your license at home ,but will bring it next time – won’t you?” he nodded his head up and down to signal her to agree and tell him what he wanted to hear.

“No sir, I said I ain’t but 16 and I ain’t got my driving license,” Angel pouted dutifully.

“God damn, if tits were brains you’d be a rocket scientist, but you are even dumber than your older sister,” Fatboy seemed disappointed. “Tell you what – pop that baby out from between your legs and come talk to me again,” he chuckled. “You fit right in here with Ted,” he mused as he introduced us to the boys he had on the bus.

A long line of husky, dark and brooding county boys formed outside the bus, all dressed in grey shirts and pants. Tyga and Conner brought them one by one to stalls and paired them up with one of us. All the girls had to help, even Cricket, Angel and Daisy.

The Haislips were supposed to do the majority of the work – but with Fatboy’s arrival Ted wanted to impress him and give his boys everything we had to offer. It was all hands (and tits and asses) on deck.

I would have estimated between 40 and 60 horny boys – many of whom seemed to instantly recognize Savannah and Tawny. They all wanted a chance to fuck two, “Hot girls from Buckman High.”

One of the boys asked Savannah what the word Dog meant written on her ass.

“It means ruff, ruff – as in fuck me and shut up, Sir,” Savannah answered him with her usual sassy style.

“Does it mean that you are ugly? Like a dog or something?” the boy continued to ask.

“Are we gonna fuck or you gonna talk all night, Sir?” Savannah asked him – he didn’t need to be asked twice. She took him by the dick and helped him line his cock up as she lay back in her stall.

Cricket and Angel were jerking off boys with both hands and using their mouths as ‘fluffers’ on the ones waiting their turn to get them ready.

Cricket ‘s mom lit up a cigarette and in a very husky, raspy voice from years of smoking told her, “Git your ass home, you ain’t s’posed to be out here whorin – there is dishes to be done and lawns to be mowed,” her son Dave was standing by her side.

“Mom, get out of here please,” Cricket begged – “You are going to get me in trouble and then my master will punish me. Please take Dave and go on home,” she whined like a petulant teenager whose mother wouldn’t let her have any fun.

It eventually took Catfish giving the mother twenty bucks to leave.

“You want I should stay? I can take out muh false teeth,” she offered, but Catfish hustled her and Dave away so that Cricket could keep the boys hard without any distractions.

Daisy on the other hand was used after they were done. She was to clean off their cocks and eat any cum that fell between our legs. My brother actually whipped her with a leather strap any time she hesitated or tried to talk.

Angel was recognized by some of the boys who asked about Darrell, her old boyfriend, and if he minded her sucking cocks like this. She was absolutely beautiful, but she considered herself a fat pig because she was pregnant.

“He isn’t my boyfriend anymore, Sir,” she swore as she took dick after dick in her mouth. She made a face anytime it was a white or a Hispanic guy – but for black guys she went out of her way to pretend it was the most horrific experience of her life while gobbling it to the base.

I fucked seven boys myself – one of whom asked me if I went to Buckman High or was going next year.

“I attend the prestigious Cherry Lawn Preparatory Academy, Sir,” I told the boy with a grin on my face. He looked at me as if I were insane and so I had to explain that I wasn’t going to his high school – that seemed to disappoint.

I saw my mother fucking another boy as she overheard me. I thought I saw her shudder a little when I mentioned I‘d be attending a school in Cherry Lawn in the fall. I wondered what the plan actually was and when we’d be done.

“Can I fuck you in the pooper?” a boy across from me asked Savannah as casually as if he were asking to borrow a pencil in a Home Economics class.

“You can, but I’d rather you stick it in my pussy, Sir,” Savannah answered him bluntly – with absolutely no more thought then as if her ass was her favorite number two pencil and he could have it, but she’d rather he take her red pen instead.

“Wow – butt sex!” the excited boy fell on her when it was his turn and fucked her in the ass doggy style.

I could tell from her reaction – that she would have definitely preferred to be fucked in the pussy she had guarded for so long from anything other than fingers and toys. I could see she actually looked like she LIKED fucking and said as much to her. She looked at me with a smile and a wink as she said in her snarky way, “as long as you are doing it right, I do.”

The Haislips received the most attention of any of us. April had a tight little body and her daughter was an attractive cheerleader – the two of them were definitely the stars and because of that they were also fucked the most.

As much as the two women seemed disgusted by participating in this – they were very competitive, especially with each other. I could tell they were playing little games to see who could make someone cum fastest or who could fuck the most guys in the shortest amount of time.

April would run her fingers through the hair of one of the shyer boys and pretend he was very handsome and desirable. Then Tawny would catch on and pretend she wanted him for herself and pull on his dick and pretend it was just the right size. The poor boy had a confused look but continued to smile as the two attractive sluts fawned over him – all in some strange game to see who could make him blush more.

It wasn’t until close to 6:30 PM that we finished fucking every single one of those boys – some twice and a few even three times. They were going away for at least six months to a work camp and they definitely got their fill of us before they left.

The guys were VERY satisfied and we were exhausted, with cum dripping out of every hole. Every hole was swollen and puffy – and I had hickeys all over my neck.

I learned as things wound down that Fatboy was very likely one of the many bastard offspring of Senior. Senior didn’t give him the Gaylord name, but he made sure to place him in a position of authority where he could be of use to him. That explained the family resemblance to Junior and some of the things he said to Ted earlier.

I also learned that Fatboy didn’t actually run the Landing Strip. He was simply protecting its interests and made it his business to come by frequently and keep everything running smoothly. I learned that the club manager is a guy named “Gator” and that Angel’s sister’s boyfriend “Pea-Pod” is one of the DJ’s there.

I learned most of that from gossip from Angel inbetween servicing one boy after another – that girl did love to gossip.

I did NOT learn what was so bad about it. I wanted to ask my mother if he meant Dad was at the Landing strip but she had been stuffed full of cock until the last boy left with a smile for the bus. Mom had been avoiding me since this began and wouldn’t talk at all to me.

When we had fucked every last one of them we filed off the bus, completely naked, and heard a voice ask, “Time for one more fuck?”

April answered immediately “Oh shit.” She became irate –placing her hands on her hips as her daughter often did.

A man was sitting on the lounge chair smoking next to a beautiful woman with reddish hair who looked almost identical to April – just without perfect tits and fully dressed.

“Hi Honey,” her husband said mockingly.

“Hi Jerry,” she sighed and acknowledged her sister, “Felicia.”

“You are looking good, April,” Felicia said politely – pretending to ignore the fact her and her daughter were completely naked, except for collars.

“I’ve looked better,” April joked and then Tyga slapped her on the bottom – causing April to flinch and cover her ass defensively.

“You call Aunt Felicia “Ma’am” and you call Dad, Sir!” Tyga said.

“We aren’t doing that now,” April glowered at her son that she had won the contest – that they had the night off. She was exhausted – we all were. Emotionally, physically and mentally – even sexually we had just been completely worn out and drained by the ordeals we had undergone. She didn’t seem to care anymore if she got in trouble or not – she was also clearly pissed to see Jerry and Felicia show up.

“I suppose you aren’t here to pay off my debt?” April Haislip knew he wasn’t but said it anyway.

“You were fucking one of my best friends and business partners, stealing money from me for coke, involving our daughter in it, and you’ve been working for Ted Gaylord as a whore all day,” Jerry listed off a litany of reasons he should be angry, “and now you want me to pony up, 15K to make you square with Odd-Jobs?”

“Well, I am your wife,” April’s pouty, entitled face was still beautiful – the sun was setting and the air was starting to cool some. “I could ask what you are doing with Felicia – fucking around on me?”

“Leaving you,” Jerry took a hit from his cigarette and smiled. “Contrary to popular belief, my dear – I don’t owe you a god-damned thing. I took all of your trashy, expensive clothes and put them in the dumpster because Goodwill didn’t want them. I closed all your charge cards, made all the arrangements – this was coming for a long time so don’t seem surprised,” Jerry said without a trace of pity adding, “I will pay off Angel’s part of the debt. You corrupted our daughter – made her a bitch like you, taught her to use men and laugh at them while stealing from them. Angel, come on darling, you are going home,” he said.

“Well, you could have fucking showed up before I fucked twenty boys who hadn’t showered in a week,” April smiled with relief and started to walk over to Jerry.

“When you get home things are going to be different,” Jerry explained to her. “Tough love – like you’ve been doing here at the pool, only this time it’s for real. You are going to respect me and your Aunt Felicia – you are on restriction until I say otherwise. Now go ahead and find your bathing suit,” He instructed, and Tawny started looking quickly for it – without looking right at her mother.

April considered Jerry with an evil look. She clearly had no problem with him leaving her – even if it was for her sister. She didn’t seem all that hurt by the loss of whatever she owned in that trailer. She did however look very betrayed that her daughter was bailing on her in her time of need.

“Justin,” Jerry called Tyga by his real name, “You can come home right now - and stop all this foolishness about acting like you are black. You and I have some things to talk about and you need to grow up,” the father said.

Ted and Officer Fatboy (everyone called him Fatboy) were over by the food cart – letting this drama just play out. It was clear that Jerry had in fact paid off Tawny’s debt – just like that.

“No,” Tyga said – putting his hands on his hips- in the same defiant manner of his mother and sister.

“Son, this is not a game,” Jerry insisted. “You had your fun up here playing rapper – and gangster and all this – but you don’t have a choice. You and Tawny are coming home with me right now,” he said. Jerry was a very handsome man – who was clearly not used to being questioned or talked back to. He reminded me of a porn actor from the 1970s – with a big mustache and a very hairy chest.

“Nah,” Tyga repeated adding, “I am staying with my mom –look out for her and shit,” he put his arm around his naked mother as if claiming her.

“Boy,” Jerry started to get up but thought better of it. “Fine – she’ll fuck you over and leave you hungry and with no place to go and then you’ll be back, come on Tawny,” Jerry told her to just find a towel and come on as he and Felicia started to leave. Felicia shot a victorious glance at her sister - that said “I got your man!”

It looked almost like April was going to cry – she was tough and I had seen her say some absolutely horrible evil things to Crystal and take just as catty a response as she gave out, but her daughter leaving seemed to actually bother her. She was good looking and confident – but she couldn’t hide the anguish on her face from what must have felt like a real betrayal at this point.

They may be competitive and they definitely fucked each other over when it came to men and sneaking around on each other – but there were lines even they didn’t cross with each other and this actually seemed like one.

“Sorry to see ya go, Tawny,” Ted waved a stack of dollars, “but your daddy paid your bail – you come work for me if you ever change your mind though.” Saying, “You aren’t that big of a pain in the ass after all.”

Angel was standing next to Tawny. In the light of the pool, the two blonde, teenage girls were the same build, except that Angel had much larger tits, ass, and the belly of a woman who was going to have a baby any day now. “You are really going to leave? Just like that?”

Tawny looked at her as if the question was ridiculous and waved bye-bye.