Chapter One Hundred Thirty Three

I Can’t Teach You To Be A Master – It’s In Your D And A

“Please beat you in the most intimate of places?” my brother reminded my mother that she was no longer to use sugar coated euphemisms. “An intimate place is the grotto of our second swimming pool on the estate where you meet Ricardo the groundskeeper to suck his dick!”

We never even had a swimming pool – much less a groundskeeper! Conner was role-playing even though there were no tricks around to appreciate it. “Yes, Yes – I am so sorry Sir!” my mother moaned as the truck rolled down the highway and Conner unleashed a barrage of hard slaps to her ass.

“You are sorry? Yes, yes you are a sorry mother. You can’t be trusted to work as a stripper. You are never to do it again unsupervised! Do you understand, bitch?” Conner almost paused on the word bitch, as if he were contemplating saying it out loud, but once he committed to the word a flood of other obscenities and name calling came out of his mouth.

My mother agreed to it all and cheerfully, as if it were all too obviously true. My brother made her beg to be whipped again properly at the next traffic light. I heard giggling from the other girls in the truck, but my mother didn’t flinch away or lower her voice even though there was a car next to us at the red light. “Please Master – beat me on my tender asshole. It is the only way I’ll learn to be a good mommy for you!”

“Not Mommy – you are Mom or Mother!” Conner whipped her again as if she should know that, adding, “You also go by Rich Bitch or stupid whore! Is that understood?”

“Yes Master, I am a dumb whore!” My mother agreed and I could hear laughter from a man and a woman in the car next to ours. They couldn’t see the truckload of naked girl’s asses up in the flat bed of that truck – but they obviously knew something naughty was going on back there.

“Whose dumb whore are you?” Conner demanded to know.

“She is YOUR dumb whore!” the woman’s voice laughed from the car below, before tooting a General Lee style “Dixie” charge horn and peeling out at the intersection.

Conner slapped my mom’s ass one more time for good measure and our truck lurched forward and out onto the highway.

As the cool night air passed over me – I continued to lick the tight pussy in front of me –I found I enjoyed it more than I had any right to. The truck was out on the highway now and we wouldn’t be stopping very often anymore. Everyone was grabbing tightly to one another as we raced along home.

It gave me time to think about things – not just from tonight but for the past week. I had lost my virginity, been fisted, participated in gang bangs and orgies for money, been spanked and dominated by my own brother, sucked his dick and been trained like his sex slave in public. I had actually worked as a whore and a stripper and helped my own mother fuck a donkey on a stage in front of a crowded room while I made out with her.

I don’t know if I really put down into writing how these things made me feel, because in some ways I was still processing the experiences. The stretching of my pussy lips which dripped with cum – the humiliations of being exposed naked to strangers. The strangest thing was a part of me enjoyed it – found it exciting; and I hated to admit that to myself. I had had many orgasms over the past week and before this week I don’t think I had ever experienced anything approaching that kind of erotic pleasure.

I may have touched myself in the shower accidentally, but I always felt ashamed – as if I shouldn’t dare explore my own body. Now – I was being explored and exploring other people’s bodies!

This experience was definitely painful and at times – I wished it was all a dream I would wake up from. Men pawing and poking at me – jabbing me with dirty fingers and dirty cocks – cumming inside every hole. They would beat and humiliate me – write dirty words on my body and call me all sorts of horrible names.

All of which I voluntarily endured when I could have protested at any time – but I didn’t. The fact that the other girls seldom did and usually would comply anyway made it difficult for me to justify why I should all of a sudden turn back now. Yet – tonight had been so intense that part of me wondered if I had gone too far and part of me was curious about what was around the corner next.

How could something feel pleasurable and yet at the same time be unpleasant?

The fact that I spent the entire night dancing, only to be told that if they let the girls have their earnings they would probably drink it away or waste it had pissed me off – even though I was playing a snotty-brat who did just that with her earnings.

The lines between who the real me was and what was happening were so blurry for me that I found myself focusing less on trying to make sense of that and more on the experiences I had. That was something I hadn’t allowed myself to do – to revisit the time I was fisted. I contemplated fisting April’s pussy just to see what she would do – the idea turned me on and made me wet.

The first few days, when I arrived and I had been stripped at the quarry, feeling the humiliations and embarrassments of walking home to the trailer through the Buckman in bra and panties were fresh and so intense. I had been an outsider then and I still was – the richy-rich snotty bitch from Cherry Lawn – the innocent girl who should know better than to play dirty dare games with my cousins.

I had been caught by my mother in those games and the only thing that may have heaped more shame would have been my father finding out. I still don’t know where he is or what happened to him. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt as to where he was, but from my mom’s reaction it sounded like he abandoned us. I didn’t want to think about that.

Instead, I spent time fantasizing about the wall at the Landing Strip when they first installed it in there in the backroom from whatever BDSM dungeon it had been in. It had probably been brought in back in the 1970s or 80s.

Mom had said something to me tonight when I had been pulled from stage duty and assigned to the wall that I would also puzzle about. She thought I’d be disappointed not being a star – I made a mental note to ask her about that when we had more time. What could that have meant? Did she feel like a star? Was being on stage a dream of hers to be a star?

The wall was like a tunnel from an old haunted house ride at the fair that they had converted for use as a commercial grade glory hole. I thought of how the manager first explained it to the girls, “Some of you will be assigned to this station tonight – I don’t want you having to get up and take your mouth off duty – so you’ll piss right here in front of everyone.”

It could have been something featured in that old HBO show “Real Sex” where they go find these swingers who like watching other people suck dicks. I think what surprised me most about the wall was how many men just wanted to watch us lick dicks in the glory hole and not actually walk its length and get one themselves.

Had any of the girl’s thought it was too much and too wild? Had they protested it was definitely prostitution? Or had they simply gone with the flow and began sucking dicks like good little sluts?

I remembered each guy’s cock that had been stuffed in my mouth. Some guys stuck it in and pulled it out, making sure to try each girl along the wall like he was Goldilocks looking for porridge that was not too hot and not too cold. Some guys stuck just the tip in and expected you to make them cum right away and others tried to cram it down your throat and hear you gag.

The cum tasted different for each man – some was salty and others were a lot saltier! Some men’s cum was thin and others were as thick as molasses and came out in big gobs instead of like a liquid.

The part I spent the most time thinking about was why wasn’t I revolted? Why wasn’t I screaming that I was being abused and blackmailed and that I would never do anything this naughty – that they were making me?

I am sweet-innocent Ellen from Cherry Lawn High – or at least I was! This whole thing began because my family had been in hard times and after we got robbed it was the last straw- we needed money.

We had money now – couldn’t I just stop? Shouldn’t I just stop?

I didn’t want to stop – I wanted to keep going and see where this all led and that scared me on a level that made my entire spine tingle. I wanted to finish what I started and I had every excuse in the book why that was okay and yet this conflicted with everything I had been taught to do to be a good girl growing up. I felt so ashamed I was such a whore and yet if I was going to be a whore – I was going to be a GOOD whore.

The real problem I had with it was the question of why could I really not just stop and shouldn’t I be screaming and begging to stop?

Speaking of stop – the truck came to a stop as it pulled in to park. I was a little surprised because I thought it took a lot longer to get to the Buckman from where we were.

That is when I looked up and noticed the Krystal sign “Try our Black Anus Burger! – now hiring for all shits” overhead. We had stopped at the fast food place again.

“Oh God-dammit,” my cousin Savannah realized where we were at the same time. “Ain’t we done did this already?” she complained that we were returning to the fast-food place where her and I sucked off the fast food workers only a few nights earlier.

“Open your cum flap only when you are told,” my brother smacked her ass hard.

“Hey!” Savannah’s piercing blue eyes stared over her shoulder accusingly and she parted her lips slightly before adding “Not on the new tattoo! Yet…”

Conner didn’t address her complaint – in part because Savannah’s sore ass probably didn’t concern him and in part because she didn’t flinch when he did it again just to prove he didn’t care about her complaint.

“You two cum dumpsters eat anything but cum tonight?” my brother addressed my mother and I.

“No Master?” My mom was the first to answer and I nodded. My brother gave me a slap to my own ass and told me to take my mouth off April’s pussy long enough to give a proper answer.

I swallowed the pussy juice – quickly feeling a red-faced embarrassment washing over me. It wasn’t for getting a dressing down either. Anyone currently naked on the back of the truck could relate to that – we all got those. It was that now the others must have thought I was some kind of nymphomaniac lesbian who couldn’t put her tongue away long enough to answer her brother.

“No Master, we did gobble a lot of cum – thank you for asking, Sir!” I added on to my mother’s admission.

“You are probably lying,” Conner said with contempt as he forced a finger into my asshole and wriggled it around before popping it out. “No shit in either of your assholes! Either you shit before you left or you may not have eaten,” he stuck a dirty finger in my face for me to lick clean.

I opened my mouth voluntarily – sucked his finger to the knuckle and licked it. He pulled it out and chastised us, “It’s not a dick! But good job – fine, you cum dumps can have a burger.”

“What about me?” Candy complained with a pout.

“Well, until you learn your place groveling and reporting to your betters by calling them Sir or Master – I’d imagine you go hungry!” Conner explained.

I thought the older girl was going to get up off all fours and deck my brother. There was a silence.

“Please Master, may I please have a cheeseburger with these other silly twats?” she finally pleaded.

“Sit up and beg like a puppy,” her brother Gabriel had been watching on the back of the truck.

“Fuck it,” I heard her whisper to herself as she stood up on her knees and put her hands in front of her tits, bent at the wrists – to stick her tongue out like a good doggy. “Please Master Conner and Master Gabriel – will you please let me have a fucking cheeseburger? I am sooo hungry! I’ll do whatever you say! Pretty please?”

“Pretty please with sugar on top?” a spritely Sarah suggested. The giggles from the others in the back of the truck made her smile when she popped off.

“Pretty please with sugar and cum on top, great masters of the world and supreme high motherfuckers!” Candy put her own trashy spin on the request.

“You need to watch your tone, cunt” Conner warned her before telling us we all three had permission to get something to eat. He threw some money on our backs.

“Thank you Master!” my mom was the only one to remember to thank him and I felt a fresh wave of embarrassment realizing I wasn’t keeping up with the protocols like I thought I did. Mom was definitely in a groove with playing her role.

“Don’t thank me slut,” Conner told her it was her money he was giving her anyway.

“I am thanking you because you took time out to stop and permit us to eat, Master,” my mom had that same submissive tone her sister Crystal would adopt when she sounded fully committed to her training. “I can’t manage my own money – that much is clear. I ask that you take charge of it. You are the man of the family now that your father is gone. You have a head for these things and are the only one of us who is not irresponsible.”

“That’s the first sensible thing you said in a long time,” Ted was hopping out of the truck cab and walking around to the back to lower the flatbed gate. “The reason you are irresponsible and need guidance is you are fucking females. You were born dickless like Ryan and Tyga – and without a set of balls you think you own the world and the world owes you dick.”

We were led naked off the back of the truck into the well-lit, but nearly empty, parking lot of the Krystal burger. It was very late at night but the drive-thru line was still open.

“Shit, I WAS A Master – I just chose to be a man-whore!” Tyga said still cradled between his mother and sister’s nude bodies.

“You were never a Master,” Ted spit on the ground. “I cain’t teach you to be a Master. It’s either in your D and A or it ain’t,” Ted told him bluntly.

“Ha-ha!” his sister Tawny wiggled her ass in front of her brother triumphantly.

“I don’t know what you haw-hawing about,” Ted told her “Your sexy little ass belongs to me until you and your momma pay off what you owe me – you are my bitch just like he is,” Ted reminded her.

“That may well be,” Tawny admitted “But at least Tyga got his and I can live with that,” she said. I think her brother was too ignorant to realize he was in the same situation as the rest of us and was still convinced he would be a man-whore like my cousin Lloyd. That or he was just too embarrassed to admit he probably shouldn’t have volunteered for this.

“You bitches go up and order a juicy fat big black anus burger with anything you want on it,” my brother quickly stood us up and told us we were to ask that way explicitly. I knew he was a bit of a spelling geek and it had actually bothered him that they misspelled Black Angus on the sign the first time he saw it but now he was having his own little joke about it.

I didn’t mind asking for the burger that way - It felt good to stretch for a moment – even while my tits were bouncing as I walked naked in a well-lit parking lot. I would soon at least be able to finally eat and that made me smile. My brother told us we were to eat it fast and then get our fat asses back on the truck.

“Can we have something to wear to walk up, Sir?” Candy asked him straight away – her eyebrows cast downwards skeptically that we should be doing this.

“You are going to walk up to the order window and place your order one at a time. You will stand up straight, tits out, chin up, ass cheeks clenched and you are going to EACH tell them that the order needs to be dickalicious. If one of you doesn’t do it then none of you eat. Is that understood?” my brother instructed.

“I don’t see the point?” Candy got a lash from my brother across her thigh for talking back.

“That’s the point,” he stated and then asked if she wanted to be poked with it again or would she move her ass and finish her meal.

“Well, what are we supposed to say if they ask us why we are completely naked?” Candy asked with her hands on her hips while leaning to one side like my cousin Savannah.

“If those teenage boys stop staring long enough to ask – I want you to impress us by thinking on your feet – tell whatever lie you like as long as you order the food the way you were told.”

“Fuck Candy…,” Savannah complained from the truck, “Some of us would like to get the fuck home – just hurry up and fucking order.”

I heard murmurs of agreement from Tawny and the others on the truck as the others had to stay just like they were in the flat bed and wait for us to order.

I had never in my life imagined I would walk up to a drive-thru restaurant naked as a jaybird and order a hamburger. My brother walked us over to the window taking care to make sure we walked with our shoulders back and looked up. I had a tendency when I was nervous to look at the ground.

“It ain’t no different than stripping I guess,” Candy told herself as she tried to hide her own skittishness about crossing a well-lit parking lot in the nude.

A pimply faced boy that had a crush on Savannah named Wayne was in the window staring as we walked up. I instantly recognized him and his friend Flick, whose dick I had sucked the night we came here before. I smiled at the awkward teenagers modestly. I was feeling jittery and nervous as my leg shook, but I tried to hide it because my mom strutted confidently towards the boys in the window.

My brother went and had a seat, leaving us to stand in line. My mom was the first to order and she said rather sweetly, “Hello Sir, may I please have one extra juicy, big black anus burger with everything that comes on it and a - hold on a moment, please…”

She turned her head and shouted to her son, “Do I have permission to have a drink and fries, Master?”

My brother looked perturbed to be consulted on the matter. I knew from experience he preferred to play the puppet master pulling the strings and observing. He was needed to finish the grifts and so he knew exactly how to play his part.

“Sure,” my brother uncharacteristically sounded generous until he added “You can shove half the fries up your ass – make sure they are curly fries and tell him half a diet coke and the other half whatever he wants to put in there,” Conner added as an afterthought.

Mom looked back at the cashier and I thought for a split second she would crack a smile and tell this teenage boy to stop staring at her bouncing tits. She had a bemused look on her face as she complied with her son’s orders. “May I please have an order of curly fries to shove up my ass and a small diet coke. Please put half diet coke and whatever else you want to put in there – make it dickalicious too.”

Wayne didn’t ask any questions. He took her order and handed her the change without a word. I was surprised, but then they had seen us come through here before and maybe they were just too happy to see us to actually worry about our reasons. There were lots of celebratory high fives and pushing in the window as at least three other guys tried to press into the window behind Wayne.

I wondered why Krystal needed so many employees this late at night.

“Do you want the change, Master?” mom asked him.

“Yes, of course,” my brother told her that he would get it after she finished eating. “Shove it in your pussy and press your tits to the pick-up window with your hands flat against the wall and wait for your order with your mouth open, please.” My brother’s perverse way of adding please to the order made it sound almost like a suggestion, but there was no doubt in mom’s mind that she was to obey – and she did.

She wasted no time sticking four dollars and change in her pussy with two fingers and then waddled over to the pick-up window – pressed her boobs to the window and waited with her mouth open.

Candy was next in line. She wasn’t going to go first – but she definitely didn’t want to be last. She started to say something other than what my brother had told her then looked over her shoulder “I done forgot – how am I supposed to say it Master?”

“You didn’t forget,” Conner told the girl she was just trying to get out of following instructions. “You will ask it just like you were told or you will put the entire Black Anus burger up your own pink asshole before you chew it up – is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” Candy pouted, then leaned slightly on her hip while she began her order. My brother harrumphed by clearing his throat and Candy straightened right up and broadened her shoulders so that the boys got a clear and present view of her perky tits.

“Get a good look, Wayne,” she knew exactly who the cashier was. “You done perved me in the hallways of Buckman High and gym class anyway, dang!” she sighed adding that he could have come down to the Landing Strip if he wanted to see them any night.

“I am not twenty-one yet,” Wayne told her without removing his eyes from her boobs. A few of the boys in the window had gone down to the pickup window to get a better view of my mom while Flick remained with Wayne to ogle the former high school beauty.

“I ain’t neither,” she smirked and ordered, “May I please have one of your delicious, juicy black anus burgers with everything and make it delicious..err dickalicious!” Candy didn’t confirm she could order fries and a drink and instead just went ahead and said, “May I also have some fries to shove up my ass, with a drink of half diet coke and whatever else you want to put in there – also dickalicious,” she added.

She looked to my brother who nodded she had done as instructed.

He told her to curtsy to him and surprisingly she did a perfect one lifting her imaginary skirt and folding her legs as she did so. Candy glared at my astonishment, “What? I know how to fucking curtsy. I ain’t fucking retarded.”

“Put the change in your pussy and hug my mother’s tits tightly and wait for your food. After she gets hers you are to take her position and wait with your mouth open like a hungry dog,” Conner instructed from the cement picnic table that sat out in front of the pickup window.

I saw her eyes flash and then she rolled them, but if my brother saw or not he didn’t say anything. She did as she was told – using her fingers to tuck the change into her pussy. “Fucking quarters are cold,” she whined but took up her position hugging my mother just as she had been told.

It was now my turn to order and having seen the other two do it – I was a little more emboldened and ready to take my turn. I was about to order when Wayne asked why we were out here naked like this.

I shut my mouth just as I was about to order and let out a short sigh of exasperation. I had expected the questions would have come when we first walked up and hadn’t prepared any kind of good lie to explain what we were doing.

“Tell him,” my brother prompted me to give a complete answer by adding “The truth.”

I briefly considered asking which truth he wanted to hear? There were so many different versions of truth that they overlapped and ran into each other. I could say that this was all conditioning to prepare for another day grifting dirty old men by pretending to be wanton bitches who need punishment.

I could say that the truth that this was just my brothers twisted, dirty little game of control that extended into their lives for a few brief seconds. That they would have another story to tell their friends about some naked girls who came to the drive-thru, that most of them wouldn’t ever believe because it sounded so over the top.

I could have made up something completely untrue, like we lost a bet and agreed to be my brother’s slave for the night as the stakes, or that we just like shocking the hell out of fast-food workers – but maybe some of that was true as well.

I decided instead to go with the most plausible version of the truth I could think of. “My mom and I worked with Candy at the Landing strip tonight, Sir. The club kept our dancing clothes because we aren’t coming back and my brother was nice enough to let us have something to eat, Sir. I am afraid we don’t have anything else to put on – we figured it was late enough that you probably won’t get many customers like the last time we came here.”

“That was fucking awesome,” Flick rarely spoke. The heavy-set teenager with glasses usually stood back and let Wayne do the talking but he wanted us to know he thought it had been the best night of his life.

“Flick watches the security cam footage of you guys the last time you were here in the parking lot over and over,” Wayne admitted – attempting to embarrass his friend.

Flick punched the skinnier teenager in the arm and told him, “You watch it too!”

Wayne didn’t deny that. Instead he asked if I wanted what the others are having.

“I have to order it for myself, Sir,” I told Wayne. I hadn’t expected them to talk to me. They hadn’t said too much to my mom or Candy – maybe they had been intimidated or maybe because I was closer to their age and I had sucked off Flick.

“You always do what your brother tells you?” Wayne asked me as he stood behind the window of the cash register looking me in the eyes. I wished he would look down at my tits because I was growing increasingly humiliated making eye contact while we had this conversation. I was also getting wetter and wetter as I became more and more excited and that only served to humiliate me further.

“No not always, Sir,” I looked over to see my brother’s expression. He looked impassive – waiting for me to finish my sentence.

“When I disobey him or disagree with him I always end up in a world of shit of my own creation – so he has to punish me for that.”

I heard someone drop a tray as if in shock at what I said and then someone said, “Oh damn!” the other boys in the kitchen were listening.

“May I order now or do you have other questions, Sir?” I asked politely – batting my eyelashes.

“G-go-go ahead with your order,” Wayne had one hand under the counter feverishly tucking his dick into his jeans and the other on the cash register.

“I would like one delicious, juicy, black anus burger with everything – make it dickalicious, Sir,” I paused for him to ring it in.

“What do you mean by dickalicious?” Wayne asked as he searched for the hamburger key that he probably used 8 hours a day.

He had to ask ME –what it means? I could have said the real truth which is that it was something my brother thought would be funny or saucy and a dare of sorts.

“It means what you think it means, Sir,” I decided to give an easy answer. Wayne for his part was quite satisfied with that response, but my brother wasn’t allowing it. He told me that I was expected to be honest and not coy or manipulative.

“How is what you said manipulative?” Wayne asked me.

“My brother is pointing out that I lie by omission - my tendency is to be deceitful and avoid having to admit my mistakes by just not mentioning them. That’s one of the reasons mom and I asked him to take charge of us,” I explained. That part was kind of the truth now.

Wayne didn’t let me explain what dickalicious meant before asking, “Where is your Dad then?”

“My Dad?” I swallowed. I was okay lying about myself and my mom, but I was suddenly feeling my shoulders tighten up in knots as I wished he hadn’t asked me that. I had JUST said how I had to be complete and fully explicit in my answers. I really had nothing but speculation as to my father’s whereabouts and what he may think about our arrangement with Conner.

“My dad is,” I took a moment to compose myself before committing to my response. “He took off and left us high and dry because we are out of control bitches who take a lot of effort to keep out of trouble. Conner stepped up and took charge once he realized we were high maintenance, stuck up bitches in need of discipline.”

“Kind of like how the Kardashian sisters are and why their Dad took off and stopped being a dude and is now a chick! They are stuck up as hell!” Flick theorized.

“Yes, just like that Sir,” I wasn’t sure – I hadn’t watched any of their five or six reality TV shows, but I smiled and mentioned that my mom and I needed our own. The two guys nodded in agreement and Wayne reiterated his question about dickalicious.

“Well, it means you can rub your cocks on our burger and cum in the mayonnaise if you would like, Sir,” I guessed – that seemed as likely an answer as any. I wouldn’t have thought of it, if not for the fact I had cum in almost all the food I had eaten in the last few days.

“Really?” Flick and Wayne had big smiles on their faces hoping I would say yes.

“Absolutely,” I let them have their moment – “My mother and I love dick and the taste of cum. It’s warm and gooey – so the more the merrier,” It was humiliating to hear myself say that out loud, but it wasn’t that far from the truth. I really didn’t mind gobbling a man’s cum - even nerdy weirdos like Wayne and Flick. In fact, there was something adorable about them as lovable losers. I always rooted for the underdog though in movies about nerdy boys getting over on the jocks and popular kids of their high school.

“So by Black anus burger, does that mean we can wipe our butts on it?” Flick excitedly asked before getting a quick elbow from Wayne in the ribs. Wayne clearly thought he may have gone too far.

“May as well,” Candy spoke up from the pickup window, “It ain’t like it gonna ruin the flavor or anything – may make it taste better,” she meant that as an insult of sorts but Flick took it as a genuine offer.

“And you are going to stick the curly fries up your ass?” Wayne asked – now also slightly less ecstatic than his chubbier friend.

“If my brother tells me to, Yes sir,” I admitted that I would.

“I don’t believe you!” Wayne said. His confidence was clearly growing in talking to me because his tone was that of a dare.

“Don’t you remember Wayne?” Flick reminded his friend that Savannah and I had been handcuffed to baseball bats shoved up our asses the last time we were delivered to the parking lot.

“Yes, I remember, you douche!” Wayne hit his friend Flick in the arm and whispered to him that he was trying to get me to do it in front of him. He didn’t do a very good job of whispering because I heard exactly what he said and it took all I could do not to smirk.

“Are we eating here or taking it home, Master?” I turned to my brother and asked politely.

“You can eat it here,” Conner told us but that we needed to hurry and warned, “It’s way past your bed times and we’ve got a lot of work tomorrow. I don’t want you whining that I kept you up and that is why you don’t want to work.”

“Yes Master, thank you – you know mom and I will whine anyway, though!” I playfully suggested to my brother before asking the guys to complete my order so I can show them whether I would or wouldn’t put fries up my ass. “And a small diet coke with half diet coke and half whatever else you want to put in there, Sir.”

“Half what though?” Wayne insisted on asking.

“Whatever you want sir,” I thought he was just wasting my time by asking needless questions to drag out how long I was there so he could ogle me – which was flattering in and of itself. However, instead of staring at my tits he kept looking at my face. I wasn’t sure if he thought it was because I was pretty or because he didn’t think I had nice boobs.

“I mean we can’t make it dickalicious,” Wayne seemed a little nervous to bring it up, “None of us can cum THAT much!”

“Again,” I repeated that it really didn’t matter to me what he did on this and I knew I was not allowed to deviate from my order or clarify further without express permission. “As long as it won’t kill me – surprise me – whatever you want to put in there,” I smiled thinking they would give me a suicide of mountain dew, orange soda, grape drink and Dr. Pepper or something gross.

“Can we piss in the cup?” Flick asked bluntly and his partner Wayne nearly lost it trying to compose himself and backtrack.

I looked at my brother and back to Flick and said sweetly, “If you would like, Sir. It won’t kill us and it’s not like the first time I’ve tasted it.”

“Hot damn!” Flick was dancing with joy behind the counter like a chubby-cheeked teddy bear in nerd glasses. “This is the first time we had a customer ASK to have us pee or cum in their food.”

Leading me to believe they may have done it plenty of times when the customer was unaware.

“Well, we are – if you like, Sir,” I repeated and asked my brother where he wanted me to wait.

“You and Candy get down on all fours, tits to the cement –asses facing the pick-up window, hands behind your backs,” he instructed.

“Eat like at home? Sir?” I asked politely.

“Exactly- I don’t see why you should put on any special airs just because you are out in public a public place, do you?”

I didn’t look back at the boys in the window. I prepared myself by lying flat on my belly and then using my knees to raise up my ass towards the window so that my tits were flatly pressed against the sidewalk.

“This is how they eat at home? Holy fuck!” Wayne and Flick were equally impressed with my brother. They clearly saw him as one of them –even if he was slightly younger. There was no doubt my brother was a geeky nerd with a gifted intellect just by looking at him. The part that most people had trouble accepting was that older women obeyed him.

“Pull your ass cheeks as wide apart as you can and wait for mama bird to come feed baby bird,” Conner instructed as he stood up and walked behind Candy and I to make sure we were fully on display for the workers in the restaurant.

It was at that moment, that a Camaro came blazing into the parking lot. We thought it was going to drive through, peel out and keep going – at least that is what I hoped when I breathed a sigh of relief that it pulled back out onto the highway.

Only to see it do another donut and pull into the parking lot to park. The hot engine still revving a few times before the owner stepped out.

My heart raced – we were in the most compromising and unexplainable position possible and I was sure we’d have to explain it if the owner of the car got out to order.