Chapter One Hundred Twenty Five

Don’t Be A Cotton Headed Ninny Muggins

“Fuck this shit,” I heard Candy say for the seventh time before we left the trailer park. She was cold from the wind hitting her back as she remained naked on all fours pressed up against Ryan and me.

She wasn’t particularly angry about her father’s insistence she go with us for a week, or even riding in the back of the truck naked. She was mad that she was expected to go to work at the Landing Strip naked and split her earnings with the rest of us.

“I might as well fucking go to Applebee’s!” she lamented for the 14^th time.

“You could ask Ted nicely and he may let you?” I offered the advice since Candy seemed intent on repeating the same problem until someone acknowledged her.

“You don’t get how things work at the Landing Strip, honey,” Candy talked down to me like I was a naïve little child and in many ways as it related to her club – I definitely was. I was still going through the stomach-churning fears of what lay in store for me at the club that my mom didn’t want me exposed too.

“You don’t just take off from work at the Landing Strip,” she explained that one time last New Year’s Eve she had the flu and a 102 fever and Big Mike and Gator came to her house and got her anyway.

Big Mike? I stopped listening to the many complaints of Candy Devine in order to process the name. Could “Big Mike” have been the Mike that missed my mom when Fatboy mentioned it earlier that day? I very much hoped so because even though my father was a good sized man no one would call him “Big Mike”. Even if they did – Dad hadn’t been gone long enough to be the one to have made her work on New Year’s Eve when Candy had the flu.

I was smiling as I comforted myself on the possibility that my dad wasn’t waiting for me at the strip club.

“Are you even listening to me?” Candy stopped complaining for about five minutes. I had heard something about Fibromyalgia, Attention Deficit Disorder and the “stupid fucking doctor not giving her any more zannies because he didn’t believe she needed them.”

I wanted to mention to Candy that she looked like Emma Stone so much but she talked more like Lindsay Lohan – however I decided the time wasn’t right to joke with her.

“Yes, I am,” I lied – I had been half listening to her. If there was one skill that I had started to master since this all began was I was becoming a much better liar because Candy continued talking about her personal life and other problems once I confirmed I was actually listening. I wasn’t sure if she expected me to fix all of them but apparently Pea-Pod the DJ was her boyfriend and her father didn’t want her to see him, but she had to work with him.

“Has your Dad ever made you stand out on the lawn naked before?” I interrupted when there was a slight lull in Candy’s talking about what appeared to be her favorite topic – herself.

“Fuck no,” Candy answered as if that should be obvious. “Your perverted little brother put that thought into his head. I guess he told him about domestic discipline and how Senior taught his family to be obedient and all this shit,” Candy didn’t sound like she took it all that seriously.

I silently wondered how Conner knew all of that – Maw Maw had told us about some of it, but that wasn’t until recently and Conner had been talking to the Devines since day one of this.

“At first I figured I’d humor my old man,” she said of her father, “Blow smoke up his ass – he wants to punish me so I’d go outside naked and shock the shit out of the neighbors. I figured mom would tell him to make me go in after she saw me out there and I would be done with it,” she relayed the story to me about her afternoon. I didn’t even have to prompt her to tell me what came next, as Candy continued whether I wanted to hear her talk about it or not.

“Fuck, I sure could use a cigarette,” she itched her arm and continued explaining, “Mom did complain but Dad wasn’t having any of it – so he sent her outside with me! I was shocked as shit when he marched her out there and had Gabriel tie her to the post right next to me. It wasn’t long before little sis come walking out without a stitch of clothes on as well.”

She looked over her shoulder to make sure her little brother wasn’t listening before saying that she thought he was next. “He looks like a god-damned girl in the face - I figured Daddy would make him tuck it between his legs and join us out there, but the twisted little shit got to stand outside and poke and prod my tits all afternoon!” she seemed more angry that her brother was excluded from being the subject of humiliation with everyone else than the fact he got to play with her tits.

“Had Gabriel ever seen you like that?” I asked out of curiosity – I knew my brother had not until we came to the Buckman.

“I mean, it’s a house with four women so naturally he saw us changing and coming in and out of the shower – I’m a titty dancer, it’s not like I am going to be shy. He ain’t never seen us tied up like that. Pea pod and I have played some rope games before but I am usually the one doing the tying – so other than stations at work I ain’t never done anything like that before.”

“Stations? You mentioned that before – what is that?” I asked – turning the topic back to the club and the trouble that was dancing on my mind about tonight.

“You will see,” she grinned and told me I would do stations around the club before I go on main stage. She smiled and said that it takes some getting used to, too.

I told her I was a quick learner with a wink and she laughed at how enthusiastic I was. “You remind me of Chastity – all full of sweetness and light,” she said.

“Thank you!” I smiled back at her compliment.

“I hate that shit,” she was full of piss and vinegar and the last thing she wanted was someone always looking on the bright side of things to find a positive.

I didn’t want to continue talking to her but mom wasn’t saying anything and we were already on the highway at this point. “Aren’t you a little nervous or worried what you may have to do this week for Ted?” I asked. The Devine women had stepped into the truck without much of an argument that I wondered if they were worried or just knew better than to argue with the head of the household when he made up his mind.

“Why would I be nervous?” she considered me with contempt for even daring to ask that question.

“I mean – you didn’t ask what we will be doing or how the rules work?” I wondered if she was really that fearless or just stupid enough not to have thought things that far out- I began to suspect it was the latter.

“You really are a cotton headed ninny muggins,” I had no idea what Candy meant when she called me that but I had a pretty good idea she thought I was a naïve, nosy twat. “Ted and Odd-Jobs are going to tell me a bunch of nasty things to do and I will have to do them – fucking and sucking mostly I’d assume?” she didn’t seem to care.

“Aren’t you a little concerned at least that your little sister has to do it too?” I couldn’t help myself – I had to ask if she wasn’t worried about herself – if she cared what happened to her mom or sisters.

“Why would I be?” Candy showed no empathy towards Chastity, “That’s on her – she’s the one that needs to be worried about it.”

I wanted to warn her that they would see a lot of things and how the grifts worked – but it seemed like wasted effort at this point.

Ted was speeding down the highway now and the whistling wind made a perfect excuse for me to stop talking with her and from the look on Candy’s face I thought that was for the best.

There was a long silence while Ryan clung to my tits and rubbed his body against mine as we drove along. There were a few very uncomfortable red lights when people in the cars next to us could see the gaggle of naked asses all sticking up in the air in the back of the truck and hooped and hollered at us.

Sarah stood up and even waved once before being told to get back down. “Hey y’all!” the buck toothed girl shouted as she popped her head up.

“So mom?” I finally addressed her at a red light beneath the lights of a Friendly’s restaurant. I knew we were near town as the number of red lights had drastically increased. “You ever going to tell me who this Mike is that missed you and what stations are?”

“Mike – the one at the club - he is not your father – if that is what you are worried about,” Mom was on all fours with her ass up in the air. “The name Mike –it’s just somebody’s idea of a joke,” Mom seemed to think her short answer resolved the question for me but now I had more questions – what kind of joke? “Conner, can I sit up now? We are going to be getting off soon.”

My brother spanked my mom’s ass hard and demanded mom address him as Sir.

“Are you serious? I thought we were just doing that as play acting in the trailer park – aren’t we done with all that now?” Mom ignored his swat and looked at him impatiently as she sat up. “I need to talk to Ellen – do you think you can untie the boy from her back please and we can just be normal for a while?”

“We need to maintain discipline the entire time – not only to keep you in the right mind set but in case anyone over hears who is not in on the grift!” Conner insisted but my mom dismissed him with a pish-tosh hand gesture and said that no one would be the wiser.

There was no “normal” as far as my brother was concerned – he was definitely caught up in this and I was glad to know at least I wasn’t the only one who had found it difficult to realize when we were play-acting and when this had become serious.

“You can go back to being Master Boss man after we get home, I owe Ellen a little bit of an explanation though,” Mom was already sitting up and that was causing some of the other girls to want to sit up as well. My brother had managed to get all of us down on all fours crawling and now after a thirty minute truck ride we were all aching to sit up.

“You see what you are doing? Disrupting all the discipline!” Conner insisted and smacked mom on the bare ass again hard. He was clearly confident she would accept it and showing genuine frustration at the fact his authority was even a question at this point.

She turned as if to hit him and I could see him actually flinch but she stopped short of it.

“Fine,” she sighed and remained on all fours “We will talk like this – can you scooch up closer to me?” mom had me crawl closer with Ryan still tied to my back.

“You get your nut?” Savannah whispered over to Ryan as she went back to being on all fours like the other girls.

“No- we didn’t fuck in front of everyone,” he whispered back saying that we just cuddled.

“Cuddled? You really are a pussy boy,” she chuckled at him as if his sweetness was a weakness.

“I’d like a little relief – I just didn’t want to force it on Ellen after you guys took so many dicks today,” Ryan sounded defensive.

“You get on my back and I’ll give you a little relief,” Savannah promised “If you can keep it hard – no kissing or sweet whispers or anything,” she insisted my brother tie him to her back except she reached between her legs and guided his cock between her legs.

“Sorry Cuz,” she said that he was the only one with his dick out that wasn’t a blood relative as she began thrusting her hips back and forth, gyrating slightly to give my so-called boyfriend a solid fucking for their mutual pleasure (mostly hers). She had been saving her pussy for so long that now that she was selling it daily she found she actually liked a good pounding.

I can’t say that I didn’t understand that.

I didn’t mind – not at all. I hadn’t a jealous thought about Ryan to save my life.

“You should probably understand a little more of what goes on at the club,” mom whispered once we were close enough to talk. I slid up next to her and felt the warmth of her shoulder as we rounded a curb. “I had worked at the Landing Strip when I was much younger but that was a different time and I was a different person. I didn’t work there long and I quickly met your father and never thought about it again after I left this dirt-hole of a town,” she became introspective.

“The first day I went looking for a job I chose the least sluttiest outfits your Aunt Crystal had – which is to say still pretty trashy,” she grinned knowingly at me and I grinned back. “I decided to look for something suitable with the remaining cash I did have and was trying on outfits at the mall when someone stole not only all of my clothes but my purse while I was in the changing room!”

I thought back on my last visit to the Buckman Mall. My clothes had been stolen out of the men’s bathroom when I was being punished and we found them on our truck covered in semen. I didn’t mention this detail to my mom because even though she seemed perplexed by how that happened while she was changing that it was just the start of her story.

“I tried to explain to the store keeper that I had been robbed but he called the police and soon Officer Fatboy showed up to see what was going on. I assumed he was there to take a report and would help me find the culprit. I mean I had come INTO the dressing room with clothes and a purse – it’s not like I made them vanish on my own – how would that have helped me?” she asked rhetorically.

She explained that Officer Fatboy insisted she come out of the dressing room – in front of a store full of people wearing nothing at all. “Surely, you have your panties and bra on miss?” she mimicked his southern drawl. “That fat Buford T. Justice wanna-be knew full and well I didn’t,” she stopped herself from getting angry. She asked me if I knew the reference.

“It’s funny you say that Mom,” I remembered the iconic southern sheriff played by Jackie Gleason in the old Smokey and the Bandit movies and told her that was exactly who I thought of when he showed up today.

“I tried to explain our clothes had been stolen out of our car the day before and I was wearing my sister’s clothes – none of her boulder size bras fit me and she simply didn’t have any panties that weren’t crotchless,” she smirked at me knowingly and I smirked back. It seemed funny to her now, but she told me she was in an absolute panic at the time. “I had never been in trouble with the law and I was mortified that he insisted I either come out or he would carry me out,” she said that he made her stand in the store and tell her story in front of entire families as they shopped while he filled out a ludicrous report.

“Sounds ta’ me like you juss wanted to have a little fun with us country-folk and flash those lovely titties of yours in one of our most prestigious stores,” Mom mimicked his countrified sarcastic accent as she shook her head. “I told him that made no sense and begged him for something to wear – at least until he finished his report.”

“A little boy came up and touched my butt and spelled out Baby Doll on my tattoo – I wanted to crawl in a hole and die, I was so mortified.” She said Fatboy told her he wanted to let her wear some clothes “just as soon as you can pay for something –I’d be happy to give it to ya’. This here ain’t Bernie Sanders America - we don’t give nothing for free though,” but I told him my money had been stolen.

“This was the day I saw you playing Puppy dog with Savannah and Lloyd at the trailer – and now I was going to be led completely naked through the mall in handcuffs to his car!” she protested.

I remembered that day like it was only yesterday – but so much had happened since then. I nodded as I listened to her story about being processed at the station and watching him joke and get a cup of coffee at the donut shop while he left her in the car naked. “You wanna come in then?” he had sarcastically offered while he went in and flirted with one of the waitresses.

“I wanted to actually apply there – so I literally did not know what to do. Your father’s phone had been stolen along with mine – so even if I had known his number I couldn’t call him,” Mom relived the panic in the retelling of the story. I don’t think she had thought much about it since the day it happened – putting it out of her mind.

“He made me wait in processing and even in the jail cell completely naked – I shared the holding cell with homeless men and drunks, who were more than delighted to stare at me,” she said that was one of the most humiliating experiences she had ever had.

“More than today?” I smiled – trying to lift her spirits.

“Today hadn’t happened yet,” she smiled back, explaining that it was the most humiliating before all of this. Mom explained she was finally taken before the Police Supervisor who pretended to apologize that Fatboy put her through all of that and was going to get her some clothes. He asked me if I knew anyone I could call.”

Mom said she didn’t know any phone numbers. “Who remembers numbers in the age of the cell phone? But she did know Odd-Jobs who had been nice enough to drop her off,” she mentioned him and the Supervisor knew exactly who he was.

“It wasn’t long before he showed up with some new clothes and told me he could get all the charges dropped BUT I would have to work off the fines,” Mom had a look of suspicion on her face.

“Do you think he set you up?” I asked.

“I’ve wondered that – I was new to town and dressed like a slut, I don’t think they make a habit of shaking down women like that. I could have been in the wrong place at the wrong time – but I also suspected that Odd-Jobs was working with Fatboy all along.”

She said she came to realize that many of the local Senior-owned businesses fell under Fatboy’s “Protection” and the ones that didn’t still paid him or someone on the force a little protection.” He and Odd-Jobs had some kind of understanding and I would be going to the club to work,” Mom looked over her shoulder and bit her lip “Shit, we are pulling into the parking lot,” she told me she would finish what she could of the story.

“There is a main room – that is where you are going to work and a back room – that is where I am going to work,” Mom explained in no uncertain terms that I was not to come to the back room.

“Girls that end up working at the club don’t actually keep all their money,” She looked over at Candy who was scornfully watching Ryan fuck Savannah with a hint of jealousy. “She pays more in house fees, fines and drinks in a night then she makes a lot of nights,” mom explained.

“How does she afford to pay more than she makes?” I asked innocently.

Mom smiled and said that Big Mike and Skinny will extend credit – which is how she ended up owing so much money, because they want that money paid back with interest. “They schedule you to earn it back and assume you will make 400 on a night, but if you only make 300 they still expect 400 – so they put another 100 plus interest on your debt.” She said that most of the girls owe 20,000 dollars or more. “They will even buy you a boob job if you are young and cute – but you will never pay it off,” she told me she was worried that I’d get sucked into it and never get out.

“That is why you were worried about me at the club, Mom?” I smiled with the kind of naïve bravado you may associate with someone who doesn’t understand the adult entertainment world.

“Yes – but that isn’t all,” Mom said that they get young girls and chew them up – they all want to get rich quick! She said they usually start as waitresses and put all their uniforms and trays on credit and before they know it they are working the main-room a few times, just to pay that off. “They feel like stars when the DJ finally puts them on the main stage and all the customers hoot and holler and then they start to realize that they can’t make anything as waitresses and start dancing full time,” Mom explained that eventually they get kicked to the back room where things get really weird – which is what she really wanted to keep me from.

“I fucked a bus full of strange boys, let you eat my pussy in front of a crowd, and was spanked on my bare ass for money all day – I am pretty sure I can handle it,” I smiled confidently.

“No, you cannot,” Mom insisted and then the truck pulled sharply into the parking lot.