Chapter One Hundred Twenty Eight

Her Safe Word Is ‘Fuck Me Harder!’

“I suppose so,” I said as I started to slide myself off the dildo I had been fucking with a giggle. I don’t know why I was giggling at her joke. It may have been the fact I had eaten almost nothing besides boy-cum and shots of liquor or the fact I hadn’t had any real rest in days. I had either been tied up outside or tied up in the bedroom at night.

Candy giggled back at me and smiled. She said “One reason Daddy didn’t want me to be a sheep with his cycle club is he is the President. He has to fuck all the new sheep just like all the other brothers in the club.”

“What is a sheep?” I remembered her father promising her she could be one after the week was over and that her mother had been one.

“You get fleeced and walk around saying Baaa’” Candy joked making a silly face and sticking her tongue out at me sourly. She turned up to the DJ booth to answer her Boyfriend as he had been prodding us to hurry up playfully over the microphone “Suck my NON EXISTANT DICK, PEA-POD!” and rolling her eyes before turning herself back to me.

I think it was the tequila but I found it hilarious that her insult to her boyfriend was to suck an imaginary dick when we had just rode two vibrators naked right in front of him. There was something highly ironic about thinking it was humiliating for someone else to do something you did for a living. I giggled even harder realizing that this is now what I did for a LIVING!

“Actually, a sheep is what you start out as in the club. You fuck whoever and whatever they want and eventually you become a Mama before you get to be some guy’s old lady – like my mom did.” Candy said flatly while ignoring my giggles, bending at the waist and intentionally showed her pussy to the men sitting behind her - while she grabbed a rag to clean her dildo.

“Wow, that’s intense,” I said as I did the same thing.

“You want to stay naked as long as you can – it takes skin to win in here,” she advised when she noticed my impulse was to get dressed immediately. “They fine you for any reason they can – and one is being naked when you aren’t supposed to be – but you can still get last minute tips if you shake your can while you clean off your dildo,” she said as she took a dollar from a man who appreciated her shaking.

“Thanks!” I said as I shook my ass while cleaning off my slick-wet dildo with my rag.

I had been wondering since I got here what the draw of this place was to the girls and to the bar. These stations were obviously spectacles but nothing like Ted and Odd-Jobs had in mind at the pool. They had become old-hat – a tradition that new girls and the older ones had to do because they always did. The customers weren’t surprised and yet they still made money.

The club made money off liquor and beer, off costume sales, off fines, house fees and entry money but still a part of me wondered what my brother and Ted could do with this place if they had control over it?

I found that funny and I giggled again – my mind was getting cloudier and I was easily getting distracted as I vowed not to have any more drinks I was already wondering if one more wouldn’t be so bad.

Then it dawned on me what kept a woman like Candy here in the first place. It certainly wasn’t the money. If she got to keep even half of the money she made then she wouldn’t be living in her father’s trailer.

The management weren’t active in molding and participating in grifts like they were down at the Semen Hole. I giggled again thinking I just used that name instead of the Seminole Community Pool.

The managers had long since checked out of caring about any of that and ran this business somewhat in a routine and that routine seemed to catch girls like Candy up in it. They weren’t smart enough or ambitious enough to do something to get out of the Buckman and even the routine of showing up every day late and doing their makeup became a habit to them. The routine of running these circuits and showing their bodies for money had become as nothing to them.

The managers had made it easy to turn off your brain and stop thinking. The alcohol, the flashing lights, the perverted men calling you an exotic name instead of your real name. I think Candy had actually been given a stripper’s name at birth but for the most part at least for me the idea of being “Mystique” had been intoxicating until the other girls started mocking me for it.

The managers provided food, make up, even had a guy with costumes in case you forgot to wash your little flap of an outfit before work. They were very happy to provide this for a fee and a fine and another fee that they would tack on to a clip board that you never actually saw so that at the end of the night you could walk out with enough money to live but not enough to leave.

They could have taken everything the girl earns – but they wanted her to owe them and to have a taste – just a simple taste of what holding all that money meant.

That way the girl was beholding to them and when they sent a man to retrieve them from their trailer the girl felt actually obliged to work off her debt. It was all becoming clear to me or was it that I was so drunk I just thought I understood how things worked?

We had been making singles and fives in tokens and tips on stage but some of the girls in the private booths were pulling in at least 25 dollars for every song. The DJ had talked about a champagne room that paid even more – I wondered if that was the nefarious “back room” I had heard so much about. I didn’t think so – but maybe!

I was so lost in thought I almost didn’t hear Candy until she slapped my bare tit to get my attention.

“You really sucked your dildo clean after you fucked yourself in the ass on it?” Candy giggled.

“Hey, I saw you clean off the baseball bat that had been up YOUR ass back at the trailer park!” I teased back with a giggle as I finished cleaning and began to get dressed again.

Candy became very serious and flashed me an angry look. I wasn’t sure why but she explained “You had to bring up that awful baseball bat? That was fucking gross!”

“You seemed to handle it pretty well,” I offered with apology in my voice.

“Yeah, I wasn’t going to give Gabriel and Daddy the satisfaction of seeing me cry my tits off and act like they got under my skin,” she was no longer angry but instead wore the stubborn look of indifference that I recognized on Savannah’s face so often.

“You know we’ve got a whole week of that kind of treatment at least? Gabriel is going to be one of the masters out there at the pool and you are basically his slaves?” I wasn’t sure if she really realized exactly what her father volunteered her for.

She shrugged as if that didn’t matter to her either. “You think I don’t know what all that BDSM stuff is? We’ve got a fucking Spencer’s here ya know, in the mall,” she was smacking her gum as she talked and snapped her bra-top back on. “I see those Master’s and slaves on fucking Springer - I know how that game is played. It is usually some fat overweight little weakling of a man serving his fat sow of a wife or her sister. He wants to get on there and apologize to save his marriage and then Jerry gets the two girls to fight on stage.”

“That sounds awful,” I said of the dysfunctional sounding show.

“Bitch!” Candy smiled at me - in her face I could see her lovely sister and mother’s toothy grin “Those are the best fucking episodes! I love it when they have a wedding cake and the one fatty throws the other fatty into the cake – it’s fucking hilarious.”

I giggled a little too loud and found myself leaning slightly.

“We get some creepers in here too who want to be dominated. Hell, I’ve spanked Pea-Pod just for the fuck of it,” the stripper smiled up at her boyfriend who couldn’t hear us talking over the sound of the music. “I can play that game if the money is right – which is probably better than this shithole. I owe so much.”

“I don’t think your sisters really knew what we do down at the pool – so I just wanted to make sure you..” I started to tell her while holding a hand to my mouth to cover a burp that I thought it was only fair she told me about the rules at the club if I share what I knew about the pool.

“Shit, Angel’s safe word is probably ‘Fuck Me – fuck me harder!” Candy mused “Don’t let her baby-talking act fool you – she can turn on that cutesy act and pretend she don’t know what a dick is any time she likes,” Candy criticized her sister in a way that only sisters could while at the same time seeming impressed with her “She knows what the fuck she is doing and has been around a LOT of cock before. I am sure she figured it out right quick how things worked.”

Candy had so little fear of what was to come tomorrow morning for her at the pool that she literally didn’t care and didn’t want to know. I thought at the very least she would ask questions but she couldn’t really be bothered with that.

She was definitely a person who was in the moment she was in and rarely looking backwards or forward. I envied that about her on some level.

“Face it, in the game of life, no one gets out alive. Then again, on the flip side, you can’t do any worse than break even.” She said as she lit and took a drag off a cigarette she had pulled out of somewhere in a single well-practiced motion.

I giggled again – I couldn’t help myself. I was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol and while it was helping to make me a little bolder it was definitely making me giddy too. The alcohol helped with being someone who could stay in the moment and stop worrying about the future and the past. I guess that too was part of the reason girls at the club continued working at the club.

It also seemed the more giggly I got – the more tips I made.

“You know I was wondering,” I changed the subject “I couldn’t help but notice that your tits were bright red and you had bruises all over your ass, thighs and everywhere but now they are gone – what happened, Ma’am?” I instinctively said Ma’am without even thinking about it – she seemed so much wiser and definitely like a big sister that I couldn’t help it.

“You couldn’t buy a clue in a clue factory, could you?” She laughed at how naïve I seemed and I blushed.

“You need to learn how to use foundation, baby girl” Candy booped me on the nose and told me “It does wonders” before shaking her ass and saying that she wasn’t in the business of handing out free advice to newbie bitches. “We all got to make money here on our own – that’s how this shit works.”

I wanted to tell her that at the pool we split our money and worked as a team but she was already off hollering at some guy to buy her a drink and a dance and left me on my own to figure out what to do next.

I wandered around the club waiting for my name unsure of how to approach guys to ask them if they wanted a dance. The girls seemed to usher men into private booths. I wondered if that was the infamous “Back room” but they looked like individual rooms and I had been told to work in them.

“So much for on the job training,” I mused that had I started a summer job at the Pet-Smart or local Target I would have at least been given some training on where to go and when but I had no idea. I found myself up at the DJ both talking to Pea-Pod.

He was playing something called “Five Finger Death Punch” that sounded like throaty-screaming rock metal and jamming out. He smiled at me. He wasn’t much to look at – a thin, pasty version of a young Kid Rock with a short little goatee. He fancied himself very handsome and put his hand on my thigh to rub it.

“Saw you down there on the station – looking good, new girl?” he smiled at me revealing a gap tooth and asked what my name actually was going to be.

“I think my name should probably be trouble,” I laughed and explained that Skinny originally named me Birdie but I wanted to be called Mystique. “The problem is the other girls made fun of me for it.”

“We had a Mystique here a few weeks ago – everyone kept calling her Miss Stank,” Pea-Pod laughed while reminiscing and bopping his head to the heavy metal. The music seemed to annoy the crap out of most of the customers but the dancers on the stages and the stations kept right on moving to it – the same dance they did for the rap song that came right after.

“Then Skinny said I should be called Twinkle Toes because I keep knocking over drinks in these heels,” I sighed.

Instead of sympathizing with me the skinny D.J only laughed and said he loved it. “It could be worse, Doll-face – Hey, what kind of music you like? Reggaetone?”

“I’ve never even heard of that, Sir” I answered him honestly.

He rubbed his chin and began feeling around on my butt – taking more liberties with me. “You never heard of Reggaetone?” he said with surprise in his voice. “You know like Daddy Yankee?” he mentioned an artist as if they would somehow ring a bell.

I shook my head that I didn’t and asked that he just play something sexy with a good beat.

“Can do,” Pea-Pod then asked if I would let him put his finger in my butt. “It’s kind of a new girl tradition – we always stick our finger in the new girl’s butt.” He smiled.

I looked at him with a confused expression and knotted my brow but he was already fumbling around in my panties and I was so used to how things were at the pool that I pulled them down so he could have his way. It seemed easier than arguing and what was one more ass grab?

I was about to pull up my pants when he joked that this line almost never worked but I didn’t get a chance.

His finger was small and he began to worm it into my ass – that’s when I heard the words “You MOTHERFUCKER” over the heavy metal music and felt something hard and heavy hit me on the back.

Candy was at the bottom of the stairs to the DJ booth and had thrown a chair at me – hitting me on the back.

I don’t know how I was still standing but I suppose it may have actually been the liquid courage from the alcohol. Instead, of crumpling on the ground and crying I turned and charged towards her.

I heard her yelling at Pea-Pod and him explain that I insisted he play with my ass. “I didn’t want to babe – but you know, I gotta make them tips too! You girls are fickle,” he wasn’t going to join the fight or make a move to break it up.

I slammed into Candy and knocked her backwards slightly but she was no stranger to fighting. She punched me right in the tit and then kicked me in the crotch. She pulled me out into the bar and in doing so ripped my top off – breaking the cheap clasp-strap in the back and throwing it – allowing my tits to flop out.

I felt strangely more naked than I had been when I was ACTUALLY naked minutes earlier because now the crowd was actually watching and my top had disappeared into the audience of onlookers in the darkened, smoky strip club.

“Fight, Fight! Fight!” Pea-Pod chanted and the entire club turned out to watch her and I slap and scrape at each other. I managed to grab Candy’s hair and yank it. I wasn’t even sure what I was fighting her over anymore.

I wasn’t really defending myself – if I had been I wouldn’t be trying to hurt her. I was no longer thinking about what I was doing. I was just reacting and in the moment. I could have gotten away and probably should have just retreated to the dressing room.

Instead, Candy yanked on my hair and pulled my bottoms up between my legs causing them to twist into the crevices of my ass crack and pussy lips as she stretched them out.

I tried to yank off her top in retaliation but she wasn’t having it. “This top cost me thirty fucking dollars, bitch – you think I will let you tear it up? You’ve got another thing coming city-bitch!” Candy flipped me over and dropped me on the ground before spanking my ass hard with her hand.

It was now all I could do on the floor to wiggle out of the way as she stomped on me – my clothes in shreds – I only had my high heels on as I writhed on the ground – reeling from multiple jabs.

I felt the kick of a few of the other girls as I rolled past their table – and finally Candy grabbed me and had my head in her arms to smash against the table. “You may think you know me – but you don’t – You don’t mess with MY boyfriend,” she demanded.

I wanted to point out he abandoned her this morning and that she was hanging on other men right in front of him. I should have pointed out that he had been the one to play with my ass or at least apologize but all I could do was turn over on my back and spit in Candy’s face.

That’s when the lights went out.

I woke up naked in the dressing room in just my heels. My tips were gone – someone said they “Got lost during the fight”.

“You look like shit,” Dominika said as she stared down at me. “You fight like shit too!” she laughed at me in her Russian accent.

“Is it over? Can we go home now?” I muttered as I awoke more sober than before – with only a brief recollection of the adrenalin charged fight.

“No, the club don’t close until 3 A.M.” I heard a man’s voice on the other side of my face. It hurt to open my left eye but I did because I knew it was skinny. “You got 4 more hours up in this mug.”

“Can you get me some new clothes, sir? I kind of messed up mine,” I laughed as I felt the bruises on my ribs. My tits and ass had actually taken the brunt of the fight.

“I could but you ain’t worked for me for more than 3 hours and you already owe the club 800 dollars – plus, you done pissed off one of my best dancers so you ain’t allowed back on the main floor.”

I sighed with relief. “I wasn’t cut out for this, Sir” I admitted and ignoring his mention of what I owed HIM – said that I would just wait here in the dressing room until my ride came. I was happy to quit and give this little career choice up. I was in way over my head with these women and regretting ever setting foot here. “My ride actually won’t mind if I meet them naked – so it’s fine.”

“It ain’t fine,” Skinny prodded me with his clip board and showed me a list of fines and fees that he had. “You owe for the outfit, the booze you drank, the messes you made, the times you were late or jumped off the station early. You think we don’t watch what’s going on around here? You ain’t leaving here until you pay me what you owe me.”

“I’ll pay as soon as my ride gets here, Sir!” I promised wistfully. I had made several thousand dollars the last few days at the pool. Working at the Landing Strip was a costly mistake – one I wouldn’t make again. I would ask Ted to use some of my money to pay him and go home and just make more.

“Yeah, I’ve heard girls say they will pay when later – but it don’t work like that around here Twinkle Toes,” he prodded me to get up. “Dominika is going to get you cleaned up and ready to work.”

“You just said that I wasn’t allowed back out on the floor though?” I said as I sat up and watched a very annoyed Dominika dabbing me with makeup to cover up my bruises.

“You don’t listen very well,” Skinny said I wasn’t allowed to work the main room. “You are going to work the back room.”

“My mom said I was not to work the back room! Sir!” I pleaded – suddenly the adrenalin pumping through my veins caused me a new burst of panic-driven energy.

“Your mom ain’t the boss of this here club is she?” Skinny asked rhetorically. He told me that I could maybe make enough in the next four hours to pay off most of my fines and then he would want me back Sunday night ready to work again.

“Candy don’t hold too big of a grudge so you can probably work the main floor again by Monday,” Skinny shook his head with a grin.

I was too busy wondering and worrying about my mom’s reaction to my presence in the backroom to argue with him. My stunned expression made Dominika laugh. She threw a very skimpy leather thong and leather top on me that was way too small for me on my chest. “You put on, Miss Steak”

“This was yours? It wouldn’t fit you?” I said noticing the shape of her body was completely wrong for this outfit.

“I steal from someone else – who cares how I get? You want to borrow or you want to argue?” Dominika had covered all my bruises in record time and I was quickly dressed for work in the back room.

“What do I do in the back room?” I asked her as she hustled me through some curtains and down a hallway.

“You ask many questions, Miss Steak,” Dominika reminded me of a Soviet-era Spy the way she spoke with such detachment. She hustled me past a large guy who smelled bad with his hair greased back. “That was Terminator – you do not mess with him,” She advised as we walked into the back room.

I was so confused and ready to run out of there – for fear my mother was going to absolutely kill me for doing exactly what she told me not to do. I had to admit I was curious what I would see.

“Dominika already waste too much time on you – Skinny tell me he lower my fine if I patch you up – he did not tell me I had to babysit,” and with that she left.

Leaving me to adjust to the darkness in the room. There was something very different and sobering here. There was no music – there were no flashing lights and disco balls. There was smoke everywhere and the din of conversations and hedonistic laughter but very little to orient myself too.

The room itself was dominated by a single stage and surrounded by tables and chairs. The men seated at the chairs were usually accompanied by a single dancer or sitting alone – quietly almost as if they were hypnotized. They rarely talked to one another – instead just watched the stage intently.

On the stage were two midgets – a man and a woman. They wore diapers and the bearded male midget had on a baby bonnet and a rubber binky in his mouth. The female midget was very good looking and she had a soft rounded baby face that reminded me of the early Cabbage Patch dolls.

I moved closer and realized there was some kind of crib and high chair on the stage and in the midst of all of this was my mother dressed in a pink nightie that revealed her ass-cheeks and tits through the material.

She was in the middle of a play of some kind with the two midgets on stage.

I was not prepared for this – for any of it.

“Just wait until your father gets home!” she scolded the baby midgets.

“I made a stinky!” the humiliated male midget stuck his finger impishly in his mouth.

“I just changed your diaper! Don’t lie to me! Now let me get you in your high chairs and feed you before Daddy gets home!”

“Daddy! Daddy!” the two midgets chanted as my mother helped the two of them into high chairs made especially for their wider butts and popped her tits out from the negligee.

“Sucky, Sucky!” the midget man smacked the pretty midget female and poked her while the two of them argued over who would be fed first.

“Mommy has titties for both of you,” The look on my mom’s face was one of humiliation and desperation as she played out the absurd charade but she was taking the role seriously –and for that I give her credit. She stuck her butt out slightly for the audience’s benefit and let the greedy little midgets pull her close as they began to suckle her tits.

“Mommy – you just want to feed us quickly so you and Daddy can fuck again!” the male midget play-acted his indignation as I watched in awe as my mother stuck her tit back in his mouth.

“Have you been spying on mommy and daddy again? You know what happens to naughty little boys who spy on their mommy?” she asked the midget as his sister-in-the chair suckled my mom’s tits like her life depended on it.

“They get to watch mommy get pounded!?” the raunchy little midget declared with a smirk – his joke failing to get much laughter.

“You dirty boy!” my mom feigned surprise but in the kind of way that let you know this was clearly all play-acting and she wasn’t surprised in the least. “You will do no such thing! You finish your milk and then you are going up to your room!”

“No we aren’t mommy,” the midget girl stopped sucking and I could swear I saw white milk dribbling from moms tits. I had no idea she could lactate!

“Why is that Ellen?” my mom had to use MY name for one of the characters in her twisted play? My stomach turned. She had been play acting some sort of weird fantasy role-play involving me!

“You will let us watch or we’ll tell Daddy you fucked the vacuum salesman guy earlier today!” the little mini-me said. I didn’t look anything like her – she had blonde hair!

“I only sucked his cock!” Mom put her hand to her mouth pretending it was very unfair to blackmail her on the grounds that oral sex was apparently okay.

“Daddy doesn’t know that!” the male midget stopped sucking on my mom’s jugs long enough to explain that they wanted front row seats for the action or they would tell all her secrets.

“Fine Conner! But this is the LAST TIME I let you watch Mommy and Daddy!” Mom sighed and a curtain slowly enveloped the stage. The applause was very lack luster as the act of the play closed. The audience seemed intent on watching but they were not the most lively of people.

I felt someone tap me on the back. It was the bouncer from the front door. He smiled when I jumped at his touch. “I am Terminator” he said as if that explained why he was there.

“Good, then you can terminate me,” I smirked – not sure I wanted to see the rest of this play.

“You need to get on the stage - if you want to get paid for finishing off this show. If not, the next show is not for an hour.”

“Paid? How do I know what my lines are?” I asked him seriously.

“You get 300 bucks per show plus tips and a share of the cocktails,” Terminator explained as if I were an idiot for not knowing this. I was pleased at least they split tips and felt a little more comfortable.

“But how do I know what to say when I am there? Where are the lines?”

“Lines?” Terminator seemed to think I was talking about doing cocaine with him and told me to shut up about that. He was about as big as he was stupid – and he knotted his brow at me that I was still standing there.

“Baby Doll will tell you what to do – just tell her you are the babysitter or something. Nobody really gives a shit about whether it makes sense or not,” he hustled me behind the stage.

“Is this the champagne room?” I asked the bouncer.

“Fuck no,” the heavy-set man acted as if my question was so absurd I had asked if this was the White House and I was going to meet the President. “This is the back room – ain’t just anybody can get in here – we got standards!” he said as he lifted me on to the stage.

My mom was naked and had even removed her collar. “You aren’t supposed to be here!” she shrieked as softly as she could when she saw me for the first time – so the audience couldn’t hear her.

I tried to explain everything that had happened up through the fight with Candy and how Skinny wouldn’t allow me back on the main floor but there wasn’t enough time and Mom seemed to already know how that had happened – as if she had anticipated it.

I was quite surprised she didn’t go to the manager and tell him absolutely not or say that we were leaving. I was nervous from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet over what would happen next. My mom had made such a big deal about me not being here that I was genuinely worried.

“You just follow my lead then – I am so sorry Ellen, I tried to warn you not to work here but you were so insistent,” she looked like she blamed herself. She actually tried to calm my nerves – she could see I was worried. She mouthed the words “I am sorry” when she heard a sound cue that the intermission was over and the next scene would begin.

The lights came back on and the curtain slowly opened to reveal us to the audience again.

No one clapped – the room was entirely silent.

Mom said “Look kids, the babysitter is here to take care of you!” she smiled at the two midgets who were now naked and dancing around wildly.

“We want to watch you and Daddy make love!!” Mini-Ellen high fived her fake brother and the two of them played with themselves slightly to get excited about it.

Now kids! I told you I would let you watch but wouldn’t you rather have sex with your babysitter?” I was shocked my mom basically offered to let these two midgets fuck me.

The girl seemed excited about that but the mini-Conner was insistent upon watching my mom.

I kind of felt dejected – I wasn’t sure what to do so I stood there. Mom whispered that I should beg to fuck them now.

“Really?” I whispered back with confusion “You had to use OUR names?” I felt betrayed and a bit humiliated to be asking to fuck two midgets on stage. I assumed I would probably have to do it as well. The audience didn’t seem shocked at all.

“Ellen and Conner,” I addressed my on-stage alter-egos with a bouncy kind of enthusiasm. “I am your new play-thing – don’t you want to PLAY with me?”

The midget girl was all for it but the Mini-Conner folded his arms, pouted impishly and told me to take off my clothes first.

I looked at mom and she whispered to roll with it. I undressed quickly – “What kind of babysitter would I be if I didn’t wear a thong to babysit two of the most wonderful kids in the world?” I smirked at my own joke but the audience didn’t seem to get it as I stripped out of the outfit quickly.

“Hurry – Hurry! Daddy is on his way!” mini-Conner urged me out of the suit and sniffed my bottoms quickly. “If I fuck you though – you won’t get to fuck Daddy?”

“Well, I am YOUR babysitter though Conner,” I booped him cutely on the nose the way Candy had done earlier to me and the midget didn’t seem to like that. “So why wouldn’t I come here to play with YOU and not your Daddy?”

I found that it was hard not say Sir – especially because I had grown so used to seeing Conner as a Sir even though this little man in his forties was not my brother at all.

“The last babysitter fucked Daddy!” the dwarf insisted stubbornly.

I looked at mom and mom gave me a pleading look – almost begging me to run off stage. “Now Conner – you like to play with mommy’s pussy don’t you?” she said to him.

“I do- I do, I do!” the Midget sang energetically.

“I’ll let you lick mommy’s pussy after Daddy fucks mommy if you play with your babysitter while we finish?” she encouraged the midget to consider the offer – there was a subtle subtext in her eyes that she was serious.

The midget was having none of it. “I don’t want to lick daddy’s cum out of your pussy!”

“I do, I do!” the mini-Ellen volunteered eagerly but her brother insisted I play with his father.

“Honey, I am home!” I heard a recording that sounded a lot like Ward from the “Leave it to Beaver” show being played over the loud speaker. That is when the applause began - the crowd seemed to get excited and even stand up.

I almost didn’t realize what they were cheering until I turned around and saw someone lead a full, grey donkey onto stage.

“Mike, there you are!” Mom said as she took the rope from the stage hand and led what was apparently her husband into the center of the set that represented their mock living room.

“The Kids? Oh they are hiding around here somewhere,” she spoke to the Donkey as if he had said something and there was actual laughter this time.

“Her? Oh she is the kid’s babysitter – I thought you would like to meet her, Say hello uh..Ellen…I mean um, what is your name again, Dear?” Mom played the part of a very sweet June Cleaver type as she stood naked holding a donkey by his rope.

“Lucy, Ma’am” I wasn’t sure if I was to give my dancer name but Twinkle Toes or Mystique didn’t seem to fit and earlier at the pool they had called me Juicy Lucy – so I picked that name quickly.

“Well, Lucy – I see that you don’t mind working naked around the house,” My mom stroked the fur on the Donkey’s neck and it hee hawed and became aroused. I noticed it’s cock hanging down between its legs grew a full four inches as soon as my mom started stroking him.

“My – you are playful today, Mike – well, I could ask her if she wants to but I am really not sure,” My mom said as she rubbed the Donkey lovingly and put her pussy close to his nose. “My Husband has had a hard day at the office and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind helping me give him a massage – just you know – something personal,” she said.

“No, I don’t mind, Mom..I mean uh,”No one seemed to notice or care that I made a continuity mistake and my mom quickly introduced herself as Mrs. Babydoll.

“I sure hope my kids are in bed right now and not watching from their favorite hiding places!” mom turned to stage left to the midgets who were openly masturbating and watching us – but pretending to be hiding. They laughed and chuckled and that seemed to amuse the crowd.

“If you could stand where I am and bend over and pick up that pen, Lucy?” my mom directed me to spread my legs and face away from the Donkey. I did as I was told and touched the ground holding myself up and then shivered as she positioned Mike’s wet nose between my legs. “Stay just like that for a minute if you don’t mind,” Mom promised it would just be a minute.

I was starting to panic as I shivered – this Donkey’s head was buried between my ass cheeks and pussy and I wasn’t sure if he might bite down on what was between my legs. I was wet – of that there was no doubt but this was such a perverse little play. I couldn’t believe my mom had set me up to let this beast eat me out. I felt even more betrayal.

That was until I realized she had put me in front so that the Donkey could lick my pussy while she did the much more difficult task of licking its dick. I heard the audience go wild as I looked between my legs and saw my mom on stage kneeling under Mike with his cock in her mouth. She had her back to me so that I could only see her Baby Doll tattoo. She was sucking his dick while using both hands to play with herself.

The two midgets cheered and encouraged me to help their mommy.

I wasn’t sure what to do – I definitely didn’t want to do this nasty thing but the damned donkey was breathing down my ass hole and pussy in a way that was actually turning me on so I was already doing it.

I bravely took a breath and slid next to my mother. She had a good seven or eight inches of the cock down her throat with at least six more inches of thick donkey sausage left.

I asked if she minded if I helped and I thought I could see a small tear running down her cheek – or maybe it was sweat as the bright lines shown down on us but she nodded without stopping sucking.

I began touching the big cock and just pretending it belonged to a person. It didn’t help that his name was “Mike” and he was supposed to be my “father” for this roleplay. I kissed the dick and it tasted like any kind of dick.

Mom pointed to his pendulous swinging balls and I moved down to the base of his cock and began putting them in my mouth. We had actually sucked a cock like this together at the pool earlier that day.

The crowd was very into this part of the play and so were the midgets. Mom sucked that Donkey’s Dick for at least a full five minutes before turning around asking if I would help her line up her husband’s dick.

“Which hole, Mrs BabyDoll?” I asked taking my mouth off the donkey balls. They definitely tasted awful - but I had tasted mustier old man balls at the Buckman before.

“Why Ellen! I mean uh Lucy!” my mom feigned shock at my question as she got on all fours in front of the Donkey’s cock. “I am not a pervert! Guide his cock into my pussy please!”

“You let the vacuum cleaner salesman fuck you in the ass!” Mini-Conner shouted from his supposed hiding place – holding his own full size cock in his hand.

My mom put a finger to her lips and shhhhshed him as if my father may overhear.

“You also let the Milk delivery man, the Pizza delivery guy and the neighbor fuck you in the ass!” Mini-Ellen reminded her playfully and the audience laughed at that quip.

Mom once again shushed them both while I lined the giant cock up with my mom’s pussy. It was almost a full foot in length and at least four inches wide at the center. I wasn’t sure it would even go in until the Donkey took over and mounted my mom’s back and began fucking her on cue.

That was when the audience began cheering and people walked to the stage to throw down money. The customers in the backroom didn’t throw ones. They all threw fives, tens even a twenty now and then.

“Lick Daddy’s balls! Lick Daddy’s balls!” the two midgets encouraged me to go back to licking and stroking the Donkey’s cock while it fucked my mother. I was afraid it may trample me – but the Donkey seemed to know exactly what it was doing and let me have access to any part of his dick I needed to.

I didn’t want to touch this beast – but the crowd was egging me on, I still had a little buzz going on and I’d sucked strange dicks all day. I knew it was inevitable – I just needed to go ahead and get down on my knees and lick.

I was inches away from the reddish-black dick as I watched the giant cock stretching out my mother’s pussy. Her pussy, which was literally wrapped around his dick was being pulled inside out slightly as he rode her . I closed my eyes and put my mouth on the dick – it felt a lot like a guy’s dick only much, much bigger.

“Is Daddy not going to cum?” Mini-Ellen asked the audience reminding me of a Pixie-like Tinkerbell coming out to say if everyone held hands and believed in the power of magic it may happen.

“He will – just give him time,” Mom struggled to take the big dick deeper inside but the Donkey was not budging. She had a look of anguish on her face as she held her ass cheeks apart and tried to brace herself against the beast’s heavy thrusts.

“Let the babysitter try!” the male midget encouraged the audience to cheer for me to take a turn with the donkey – causing a fresh wave of horror that I could even take that big of a dick.

“Now – wait a second, we don’t want your daddy to be unfaithful,” my mom warned her stage-kids and then told me that I could put the cock in her asshole. “Let’s try that first! Daddy always likes that.”

I could see from her face that mommy may not like that! That dick was the size of someone’s arm and my mom’s asshole was tight and round – but smeared with her own pussy drippings.

“What do you guys say? Should the babysitter fuck Mike?” the Ward Cleaver sounding voice asked the audience over the microphone. The dirty bastards cheered for me as he explained “It’s her first show – first show ever! Why don’t you go up and give her some encouragement! A big Landing Strip welcome!”

The audience walked up almost as if obligated to come forward and drop money at my feet. I saw stacks of tens and twenties piling up and I realized I was going to have to do this. The midgets danced around and encouraged the customers to throw more money as they shook their little booties in their faces.

“I don’t think she is lubed up enough for Big Mike? You guys think a tight little teen pussy like that can take what Mike has between his legs?”

There were cheers that I could actually do this. Mom slid off the cock that had been buried inside her somehow with a look of defeat on her face. There didn’t seem to be enough space for that thing to fit inside of her wet pussy which was dripping and engorged and still didn’t look big enough to have had such a big cock. I knew my pussy was wet but I never had anything so big, not to mention that it hasn’t been that long since I lost my virginity. Now I really started to get scared.

I started to wonder if I would be permanently ripped in half – taking solace from the knowledge my mom did it and she was still standing. She was panting and looked completely well fucked – but she was not permanently harmed.

“Mommy, do you think you can help your babysitter out while she fucks your husband?” the DJ on the microphone asked my mom and she reluctantly helped me down on all fours facing the dick. Telling me in my ear to just relax and she would do her best to make him cum quickly.

“Ellen – I am so sorry you have to do this, there is really no turning back at this point,” she said that with a worried look on her face like I didn’t already know that.

“I know mom, we got this!” I said with a lot more confidence than I had. I didn’t want mom to have to worry any more than she already was. I looked over my shoulder trying to be brave as I got into the same position she had been in under this donkey. He seemed much larger when you are squatting with your back arched underneath him. “Life gives you salt – then you just shoot it with tequila and lemons!” I smiled at the joke Candy had told me earlier.

“That’s my girl,” Mom whispered back and inserted four slippery fingers in my pussy with no warning. I shimmied slightly and she steadied me with her hand and told me to relax again. She was preparing me for “Mike” and the customers knew it. There were some watching who actually booed as if we were cheating.

Her entire hand and wrist were finally worked inside of me and she had coated it with some of the white creamy sex-lube we had used at the stations. It felt pleasurable even though she was being very rough with me. There was no time for politeness at this point – I smiled at her and I could see her wince before driving her fist and forearm all the way to my cervix.

I opened my mouth hard and sucked in air and the audience laughed as my mom fist fucked me a few more times.

The midget Conner came over with a chuckle and asked if I minded sucking his big dick while I got fucked. “You wanted to play with us – so let’s play baby sitter!”

I couldn’t even answer him. He took it as stage fright or permission to continue and stood up naked on a small chair and put his hard dick in my face. I obliged him by sucking while mom gave me a few more thrusts before wiping the rest of the lube on my asshole. “This is one of the early shows – so Mike will cum soon,” mom whispered in my ear while ignoring the boy-man playing her son putting his dick in my mouth.

I almost didn’t feel the donkey get on my back. They had some kind of harness on him that allowed him to mount me without breaking my back – it was not easy for the customers to see but it was connected to the roof.

The weight was still tremendous and I could feel my knees buckle as I adjusted to the weight. The midget looked worried I might bite his dick off so he retreated a safe distance and began to play with his stage sister who was satisfying herself near one of the more wealthy customers.

The very tip of the cock still felt quite a bit larger than even the widest part of my mother’s arm. She was right there holding his dick in place and telling me to breathe in and out slowly as she guided it in.

Getting the massive head inside me was definitely the hardest part. Mike’s cock was shaped like a large mushroom and the head was fat and wide. Mom stuffed it in on the sides – stretching me out as far as she could in order to get him in.

“What do you say? How is our babysitter doing?” the DJ asked the crowd and they were very receptive. Many of them moved to various parts of the stage to watch my naked mother help get the monster dick inside me.

Once he was in at least six inches the Donkey started to thrust. Mom rubbed my shoulders and told me not to freak out. “He has been trained from birth to do this – this is his show. He is the star, just let him do the work.” She advised me – clearly, she had done this before.

“You like? You like? You like?” an Asian man who could easily have been Shu-Shu the Door Girl’s father was waving money at me trying to get me to agree this was fantastic.

I was actually not sure what I felt – the thing was so big and had filled me up so completely that not even the biggest dildo or actual cock had even come close to this python rail that was spearing my insides. The donkey was moving slowly in and out almost as if he sensed I was not ready for him yet. I knew I was wetter than normal from all the lubricant and adrenalin pumping through my veins but I wasn’t sure if I was in panic, shock, or arousal – perhaps a little of all three.

“Yes, I like!” I screamed as the donkey began thrusting a little harder and the Asian man spread out a dozen five dollar bills like he had been waiting for the magic word before he’d tip me on stage.

“You donkey fucker – you good girl,” the business man returned to his seat.

He was right – I had become a lot of things in the last week. I had become an actual whore and I still had the trace marker writing on my ass to prove it. I had become my brother’s slave and fucked all kinds of strangers but I had never even imagined I would do something like this.

I had seen Delilah fuck a dog two different times but their cocks had been jagged, little red things. This was like an elephant cock or something – but I bet that dirty little slut would have smiled at the opportunity to degrade and humiliate herself with Mike tonight.

I on the other hand was feeling like a disgusting, wretched slut-pig who would never live down the fact that she fucked a donkey. The fact my mom had just inserted her entire arm into my pussy in front of a crowd of people on a stage was barely registering by comparison to how degrading it was to fuck a beast.

I tried not to think about it – but the smell of him. He smelled like a donkey – and there was simply no way to get the fact that he was named after my father out of my mind either.

I wasn’t going to be able to stand this too much longer. The weight, the intensity – it was powerful.

I had stopped watching the midgets, my mom and the crowd. I was in my own little world trying to process what I was doing right now in that moment. If Candy didn’t think much about the past or the future and stayed in the now – I wondered if I could even stop thinking about the now?

I was rapidly losing my breath as I panted and my chest heaved – the donkey was thundering like a piston to stretch my pussy out further and further. Just when I thought he had hit the top of me – he pushed a little harder and I could feel him just a little bit further in my belly.

That is when it happened.

The moment that I will never forget as long as I draw breath.