Chapter Fifteen

Fuck Your Rules – We Do What We Want

Larry was taking his time dawdling around in his van. Savannah was growing increasingly impatient with him, “God-damn stop jerking off in there and move your old, disgusting, grandpa-false-teething wearing ass out here so we can get your money!”

I doubt Larry could hear her from inside the van, but Savannah made no secret she was growing increasingly impatient. It seemed like when we were washing cars on Glory Hill there was all the time in the world. Each car pulled up shortly after the last one left and we could deal with one right after the other.

We saw a couple cars slow down and even honk their horn but then drive off. Savannah attributed this to, “Old creepy Larry and his busted ass stink-van parked here in front of us hogging all the fucking curb space!”

Crystal laughed at her daughter’s impatience and pretended to be absorbed in her book.

I was feeling increased pressure to play the part of the spoiled little brat. Savannah had done the role so perfectly yesterday. She had portrayed child-like quality of innocence of Elmyra Duff from Tiny Toon Adventures. She was that cute little girl that would find a foo foo bunny-furball or something cute and then squeeze it about its cute little neck while saying, “I will love him, and pet him, and name him.”

Once she established herself as bossy, but naïve, she would prance around and be sassy and vindictive; and let out her real personality. I would image this was exactly how Savannah was when she was a little girl, or an extremely distilled version of herself.

I was already growing increasingly nervous that I would have to play the role. I felt sorry for the old man. He was clearly lonely and thought he was actually doing something helpful by disciplining what he saw as an out of control brat for a mother who didn’t know how.

“I see that you didn’t learn your lesson yesterday and your mother has taken you out here to the pool area so you can sass and backtalk even more people?” Larry’s voice was slow and raspy. He stood there for a moment looking at us both, “Now you have a little friend who is learning your ways and needs a paddling on her bare butt just as badly as you do, to behave?”

Then again he did seem to want to see teenage girl’s butts spanked a little bit too much to consider his motives totally pure!

He was mumbling something about ‘nigger music’ and that being one of the causes of our misbehavior – so the fact that he was also deeply racist was starting to dispel my pity for him.

A raven-haired woman chose that moment to saunter over from the pool area. She had a lit cigarette in between two fingers at her side and a towel draped over her other arm.

She was about Crystal’s age with bronzed skin and those fantastically large breast implants – larger than my Aunt’s tits. Her face was round and she had sexy long eye lashes – she reminded me of a cross between Betty Boop and Marylyn Monroe.

She had a tattoo of a rock with an American flag and an eagle on her right shoulder, and her dark hair was pulled up neatly.

She was wearing a skimpy one piece swimsuit but not nearly as revealing as the ones we had on. It showed off her butt and enhanced her bust, but the stomach was completely covered.

You could not look at her without noticing not only the plump and oversized nipples jutting out under her suit, but the outline of massive areolae surrounding them through the sheer top of the yellow bikini.

“I thought I smelled the Danville girls over here,” she introduced herself to me as April.

“Hi I am Ellen,” I walked over to the fence where she stood. We were on the outside of the pool deck and she was on the inside. I offered to shake her hand but she either did not notice or declined my offer.

“That’s my niece,” Crystal regarded April with disgust- they were clearly not on the friendliest of terms. They both pretended to be friendly and civil. I know I often find myself reading between the lines, but it didn’t seem too hard to tell that they were anything but friends.

“Oh really?” April smiled “I thought that might be your grand-daughter.”

I saw Crystal internalize that comment and I almost felt her jaw drop at the nerve of April to say that.

“Has your gonorrhea cleared up or did you need some more azithromycin?” Crystal asked her in a sickly sweet tone like she was genuinely concerned.

“If I ever do have it, I know you keep stockpiles of it in your trailer,” April rolled her eyes. “You live on Glory Hill; that is the street right by the garbage dump isn’t it?”

“You know exactly where I live bitch,” Crystal didn’t pretend to be friendly any more. “It is one street over from that cat house you live in.”

“I see you are back to your little money-making scam pretending to wash cars while you suck cocks,” April dropped the pretense of civility and pivoted her neck back and forth. “It looks like Odd-jobs even hooked you up with a garden hose and everything. This must be what the big time looks like.”

I knew I was supposed to be a brat with Savannah but Larry took so long to make up his mind and I found this woman’s charisma so compelling that I didn’t want to just excuse myself. She laughed slightly at my ridiculous bathing suit and looked like she was almost sorry for the way I was popping out of it.

“You know one of your nipples has popped out of that suit?” she told me with the kind of grin a Senior girl uses in Cherry Lawn when she is talking down to a Freshman.

“Yeah,” I admitted with a shrug that it was hopeless to try to keep both nipples covered. “I am just visiting and this is all that they had clean.”

“Oh dear, would you do some laundry some time?” April lorded herself over Crystal adding, “They need proper bikinis so that when their nipples pop out like ours they look good,” she cupped her own tits proudly.

She was so much like my Aunt in everything – except slightly prettier in the face, slightly classier and with slightly bigger boobs. I could see why my aunt might be jealous of her.

“Are you still dating that wanna-be rent-a-cop, short-dick loser Ted?” April asked my Aunt.

“Why?” Crystal sat up and faced her “You want him back?”

“Not a fucking chance,” a smile spread across April’s face – a friendly one. “You can do so much better than him.”

“He is an asshole,” Crystal admitted. Her anger vanished and she stood up and hugged April across the fence “But he is my asshole. He likes the kids and I’ve just got him potty trained. I wouldn’t want to break in a new one.”

They both laughed like good friends.

“Listen,” Crystal said that she had business to attend to and, “Would you mind kindly taking your trailer-park skank ass on back home because you are scaring off customers.”

I was shocked to see how they could be so catty one minute and yet the best of friends in the same conversation – I probably shouldn’t have been surprised though.

“Larry?” April shook her head no. “Grampa Larry just got his check today. He needs to take me grocery shopping. I’ve got hungry mouths to feed.”

April waved to Larry to get his attention and came around to the gate to let herself out of the pool area. Then she walked up to where Savannah was teasing and mocking him and hugged him.

“Sorry gals,” she offered us conciliatorily, “Larry can offer to spank your asses another time.” She smiled at him patronizingly and led him back to his van.

“You aren’t too old for me to spank you like I used to when you were a little brat,” Larry protested but followed April back to the van.

“Oh I know,” she pretended to be impressed with his power. “You really taught me my lesson back then.” She waved goodbye to us after she got him into the car and jumped into the passenger side.

I heard her say in a voice not intended for us to hear, “I told you not to drive up Glory Hill, you get lost so easily and drive all around the park.” Larry took another full minute before he started up the engine and drove away. April waved like the homecoming queen on a parade float that had stopped in front of the same people at a parade and wasn’t moving. She had a look on her face that read ‘just keep beaming and shining happiness and smiles and eventually we’ll move again’.

“Have Fu-un H-o-o-o-kers!” April hung her head out the passenger window in the friendliest of ways. I’ve never heard anyone called a hooker and it sound like it was intended with the best of intentions. I didn’t get the sense it was a subtle way of being catty either – I think between the two of them that is just how they joke around.

“Well fuck all,” Savannah spit on the ground. “We haven’t made dollar fucking one out here and god damned April just fucked us out of a sure deal.”

Crystal reminisced, “Do you remember when you used to sell Girl Scout cookies and keep tricking him into thinking he hadn’t paid for his order?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t even a fucking Girl Scout. I just had on a green sash and a funny hat and told him I was,” she giggled as she remembered those times.

“The boxes of cookies weren’t even full,” Crystal belly laughed, as she rolled back onto her back on the sun chair.

“Hell,” Savannah admitted “Half the time Lloyd ate them all and we had to stick some dog biscuits in there in order to make the box seem full.”

I wanted to join into their joking around so I said, “Do you remember in the movie Addam’s Family when Wednesday was asked if she wanted to buy some organic Girl Scout cookies and Wednesday asked if they were made from real Girl Scouts?”

“Gross,” Savannah looked at me in disgust and said “I’ve never heard of that movie.”

Crystal hadn’t either, but she had gone back to sunning herself and pretending not to notice what we were doing and ignored our conversation.

We were pleasantly surprised that in the next wave of three cars that entered the Buckman one of them pulled right over and stopped. Savannah and I hopped up and down and waved him over.

“Hello Ladies,” a man in his thirties, who seemed articulate and wore sunglasses, leaned out of his truck, “What ya doing out here on this hot day?”

“Just washing this truck for a friend,” Savannah held the garden hose that hooked up to the water spigot crimped in one hand and with the other very subtly caressed it like a long cock. She made it look so effortless, like she didn’t realize she was doing it.

He smiled and said, “Would you like to go for a ride? I’ve got lemonade at my place,” he told me I was welcome to come as well and introduced himself as Steve.

“No they can’t go,” Crystal said without looking up, “we have to meet someone here. We probably have time to wash your truck for you if you don’t mind reimbursing us for the soap and suds. It isn’t ours.”

Crystal had told me earlier to avoid words like ‘cost’ and ‘pay’ whenever possible. She said it wasn’t dishonest and it sounded much better to ask them to ‘reimburse’ or ‘cover’ the cost. I was actually impressed with how streetwise the two of them were and yet how so much of that had direct correlation to book smarts.

I shouldn’t have looked down on my Aunt and Cousin as stupid. They were not, but I couldn’t help feeling a little guilty that I had underestimated them. They didn’t have access to the quality education that people have where I came from. They never learned to conjugate a verb and they hadn’t heard of Harry Potter or even the Addam’s Family.

They learned a different set of lessons, like how to phrase a question-so people would answer the way you want them to-than I did. But they were definitely A-students in the subjects taught by living here.

He saw how hopeful we both looked. I had my hands clasped in front of me and I bounced up and down. I sucked my lip and made goo-goo eyes at him while Savannah stood a little more confidently.

“You sure do make it hard to say no,” he grinned. He asked me if I had lost a bet.

“Pardon?” I asked him and then I cleared my throat and tried a country accent, “What do ya mean?”

I could see Savannah shake her head at me that my country accent was pretty bad. I smiled, but I had already committed to the country bumpkin character and didn’t see how I could stop for this trick now.

“I just mean that bathing suit you are popping out of. The only reason I know that anyone would wear a bikini like that is if they lost a bet or it was some kind of punishment. Is it uncomfortable?”

“Well I shore would like ta’ get out of this here thang,” even I realized how completely ridiculous and insulting to southern people my southern accent actually sounded once I heard it again. I adjusted the top right in front of him so he could see both of my nipples “No matter which-a-way I adjusted it – it don’t cover my boobies none.”

He looked at me with disbelief. I wondered if I sounded like Kung-Fu Dave’s sister. I wasn’t making a very sexy impression. I was going for the Ellie-Mae Clampett sweet country girl type, probably because he was driving a truck and looked like he might like that. I honestly admit I had no idea what men might like and was wildly guessing.

“I bet you won’t sit in his lap, Cuz,” Savannah tried to save me by playing country bumpkin too.

“I bet I wood,” I smiled at her – I was so thankful for a lifeline.

“Now if you do that I bet I would get wood too,” he quipped back cleverly. I felt bad for pretending to be a country bumpkin now – he was way too smart for this ruse.

“If you do just don’t tell my Aunt,” I whispered and reached for his door to actually sit on his lap. I had sat on my brother’s lap the day before when we went to Rowdy’s Restaurant and that would be the extent of my experience with doing anything like that. I put on a brave face and said goofily, “A bet is a bet!”

Inside I was scared that he was going to tell me to get out of the truck or stick his cock inside of me or that I was going to hell for doing this – a thousand things went through my mind and a wave of butterflies I had never met before thundered through my stomach.

“Why should I not tell your Aunt? She looks like she likes to party,” he said loud enough for my Aunt to hear.

“Is she telling you not to tell me something?” Crystal asked playfully as she rolled over to look at the guy. “My you are a handsome one,” she gave him a long look.

I could feel his hard-on through his jeans. I wondered if my butt was crushing him – I assumed he might be too polite to say anything. “Is my big old dumpy butt a-crushing your’n cigarettes?”

Savannah laughed. I think I was such a parody of trailer park bumpkins to her, she got the humor in my act.

He had his hands around my waist and his left leg started to shake nervously – or maybe he was humping me.

“If you want the girls to wash the car I guess we could do it for twenty bucks for a handsome stud like you. I’d even let my niece keep you company up there without telling her mom what she’s doing if you are going to tip her a little something.”

He smiled at me and tickled me a little, “You’d like to stay up here with me?”

I giggled like a goofy bimbo. I hate to admit that I was actually proud he had picked me and I liked how respectfully he was treating me. He could have been trying to get a lot more handsy and he was being really nice and making me feel good. I told him I’d love to.

“I could let the two of them wax it for about forty. They’d do a real nice job and soap it up and down for you. Wouldn’t you girls?”

“I’d love to get a hold of a nice long...” Savannah paused for a second and chewed her gum the way a cow chews its cud, “sponge and just soap and soap until there is wax all over the place. I know my cousin would too.”

I felt his boner throb and he started to put his hands on my tits. My first inclination was to run out of the truck. I felt like a mouse suddenly aware it was caught in a trap. I struggled a little, but I was able to control myself once I realized he wasn’t going too far.

He started to massage the nipple that was exposed and put his other finger under the bikini top to do the other. He rotated his fingers like he was trying to find a station on old timey radio that had a knob. It didn’t feel bad, but it didn’t make me aroused.

“You are a booby man,” Crystal smiled at him and sashayed over to the truck. “You know the girls could do a premium wash for you – everything and anything – every little spot you want done.” She got right up in the window and flicked my nipples with one of her fingernails and that did it.

I was now wet – and getting sloppy wet. The sudden unexpected touch – the scraping of the nail - the way she flicked my nipple so that it went down and popped back up like a spring. There were electric sparks running from my nipple to my clit and from my clit to my brain pumping euphoric adrenalin.

Dammit – he is going to know. I felt like a small waterfall had just released between my legs and I was suddenly getting wet like before.

“I could take you to the V.I.P lounge and entertain you and show you how to apply that wax properly,” she breathed in his ear and she smiled at me.

“How much would that cost?” He asked.

“It wouldn’t cost you a thing, baby” Crystal rubbed her finger on my lower lip. My mouth was hanging open because now with his constant stimulation of my nipples and the teasing – I was feeling a small orgasm – and I couldn’t turn it off.

“You’d just have to reimburse us for the materials and if you want to tip me that would be fine. Say a hundred dollars to do everything you want?” Crystal made no secret what she was implying by everything.

He smiled and brought one hand down to my crotch. He pushed my suit aside with his finger and pressed my clit.

“Oh fuck!” I said without even thinking – I think I said it pretty loud because people turned their heads towards us. I put my hand on my face in order to control myself.

Crystal smiled sweetly “So twenty then for a wash?” – she knew what he had chosen.

“Yeah that should be nice,” he diddled my clit and I responded like a musical instrument he was playing. I tried to control my mewling, because I didn’t want everyone to hear, but it was hard to do.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you darling,” Crystal was still watching from the window, “But I can’t extend any credit. Do you mind paying now? And I’ll let you get back to getting to know my niece a little better,” she played it very cool.

He had to prop me up on his knee while he reached for his wallet. It was attached to his jeans on a chain. He pulled out a crisp twenty for Crystal and put a five dollar bill on the dash board – “That’s your tip if this wash turns out nice.”

Savannah had to wash the car and she didn’t look all that happy. She kept staring at me and making goofy faces when he wasn’t looking. It killed my aroused state, but that was fine because he kept making me cream and moan with his fingers.

“You know if you get his number maybe later you two can go on a date to Outback Steakhouse,” Savannah made her suggestion obvious – I was to try to get his number so they could use him for a ride later tonight.

I wasn’t sure if I could even bring myself to ask. He didn’t make me – “You want my number?”

“Sure,” I cooed like the doe-eyed virgin I really was.

“How you doing in there Betsy-Wetsy,” Savannah alluded to my moaning and how wet my pussy probably was, “While I am out here wiggling and giggling to get this truck all spic and span?”

He pressed down on my clit like he was pushing a button. At first the pressure was uncomfortable, but then I started to move both legs and I really didn’t want him to stop.

He did though.

I wanted him to keep pressing down on my clit. I realize how strange it sounds to want a guy you’ve never met, who may not have even washed his hands, to keep putting pressure on your most sensitive body part- one you’d never let anyone but a physician touch – but I did.

He moved his finger up above my clit and massaged. It didn’t do anything for me but he looked in my eyes like it should be. I pretended to gasp for air like I had been doing for real moments earlier and it delighted him the same as it had when my reaction was authentic.

“Hairless down there, huh?” his question implied that if I was then I must be a really naughty slut. “Did someone make you do that or did you do it on your own?”

That seemed like a very strange question to me. I was too busy wishing he’d put his finger back on my ‘spot’ and push down on my clit to really think about it, but it seemed odd he would ask about why I shaved.

“My cousin told me to shave it,” thinking back only a few days ago it seemed like it was a month ago.

“You need to shave again,” he rubbed his fingers on the jagged bits of stubble already starting to emerge as if he were massaging me. It was irritating but I pretended to be excited by it.

“Someone might need to punish you if you don’t shave again,” Steve chuckled. I wondered what the obsession was with punishing girls here – Odd-Jobs and now Steve seemed to make a big deal out of it.

I smiled and nodded in agreement that they probably should.

“Alright, all done Steve,” Savannah popped her head into the truck window and stared at us both while popping her gum. She let her hand drift out flat right above our waists as if hinting that she should get a tip too.

“Did we do well enough to get your phone number and a tip?” Savannah said blowing another bubble.

“What happened to your country accent?” asked me as he laid the five dollar bill in my hand. I had completely forgotten my accent after I had my orgasm and spoke normally.

Savannah quipped “For five more dollars I’ll tell you.” She chewed her gum very deliberately the way my P.E. Coach at Cherry Lawn High used to do it. “I am sure you want us to tip us both for a job well done,” Savannah leaned into the truck as if she was about to kiss him and stopped.

Then she pulled back slowly and rested her tits on top of his open window and smiled.

“For a kiss?” he had picked up on her physical cues and she nodded. He told her to take out her chewing gum and Savannah took it out with her fingers and leaned over me. She rested her tits right on my face – unintentionally I am sure because he would never have seen them. I think she might have even French kissed him and took her five.

When I stepped out of the truck I felt weak in the knees. I was breathing hard and my heart was beating fast, but I had barely moved a muscle while I sat on his lap. I had to adjust my top because both tits had popped out. I thought how ridiculous it was that I felt relatively covered up with one nipple covered and for some reason totally topless and vulnerable when both were out.

Worst of all I was so wet that I felt completely drenched on my thighs. There was nothing I could do about it but wash myself off with a washcloth and cool off.

He drove away and we waved goodbye. “Stick that five in your cooter hole,” Savannah instructed me while pulling back her own bikini bottoms and hiding her five the same way. I didn’t stick the money inside me but I had nowhere else to keep it except inside my suit – and I assure you I had to roll it up thin to even do that.

“He said some weird things to me,” I confided in Savannah while we went back to washing and twerking around to get a new client.

“They all say weird things,” Savannah slopped some soapy water on to the red truck.

“He kept asking me if I was being punished or saying I should be punished,” I told her while waving at a white car that drove on past while honking.

“So?” Savannah didn’t see the problem. “There are a lot of creepy motherfuckers in this trailer park who are either jealous that they can’t get hot girls like you and me or pissed that we reject guys like them and they’d like to see you get punished. Who gives two shits what some creepy weirdo says to you? He is gone now.”

I nodded at Savannah in understanding of what she was saying. “It just seems like a strange coincidence Odd Jobs wanted us to pretend we were being punished to get business and then Larry and now Steve are the kind of guys who like to punish. Is everyone in this park punishment obsessed?”

“Fuck no,” Savannah pointed out that most of the people in the park don’t even pay attention to their kids and let them run the park at night. “My mom only punished us because she was trying to impress your mom.” She chalked up the three men to coincidence.

“You are going to get guys who want to see your butthole. I had one want to watch me fart. He put one hand on my belly and one hand on my back and I held my ass cheeks open and farted right in his face while he watched my asshole flap open. I had to fart anyway and I could use that twenty bucks. If you get three guys in a row who are obsessed with asses it isn’t that every guy here is into asses. It is that every guy here is a creepy fucking pervert and you just happened to run into three that had kind of the same one.”

That made sense and I let it drop.

“So you got your first little finger bang?” Crystal’s voice was loud enough people could hear her over the radio.

“I think so,” I did not know if what had happened qualified as a ‘finger banging’. I did know I wanted to go in the bathroom and find out what happened when I pressed down on my own clit.

“You girls ARE going to pony up those tips later when this is later and split them,” Crystal said sternly.

“What is the split?” Savannah asked how we were going to divide up the earnings from today. She didn’t seem to have a lot of confidence there would be much of a split.

“Same as yesterday after Odd Jobs takes his 20% off the top,” Crystal seemed okay with giving away 20 percent of everything we made just for the privilege of standing out here.

“Why do we need to pay him anyway?” I asked a question I had been a little afraid to ask.

“Exactly!” Savannah offered me a high five. I think she thought I was making a point, but I was really just curious. My aunt and cousin seemed to take it as a given that we had to pay and I just wanted to understand why. Now it looked like Savannah didn’t agree with giving him our earnings either.

“He is like protection,” Crystal explained to me while rolling flat onto her stomach and lifting her legs slightly and kicking playfully. “If just anybody tried to come up here and set up he would kick them out and fine them. We also know no one is going to come up and try to hassle us because he would make sure they got a visit later. This is a big trailer park, but he’d find them.”

That made sense. It still seemed like he was getting money for nothing and we had to bend over and play silly little sexy games for very little reward. I tried to look on the positive side – tonight I could give my mother whatever I made and put us one step closer to getting out of this park.

I noticed a pregnant teenager in the pool deck area. She was smoking and that is what drew my eye to her. I could tell she had blonde hair and the most beautiful face from where I was standing. She had such a healthy glow about her but it was masked by the fact she was smoking. The makeup she had on was not holding up under the sun – it made it look like her face was shiny and wet, or melting.

She had on a rebel flag bikini and she was talking to a teenage guy who reminded me of a caveman. He was looking down at the ground and shaking his head about something while she stood next to him leaning on one foot.

Her body had at one time been as lithe and sexy as Savannah. Her breasts were now obscenely full and rounded and they looked heavy as they swayed on her chest. They sat like watermelons atop her puffed out tummy. Her puffy pink lips were pursed as if she was posing for a Facebook ducklips photo – it made her look like she was perpetually ready to be kissed or to suck up a spaghetti noodle.

“That’s April,” Savannah said dismissively. “She used to think she was hot shit when she was head cheerleader,” her voice had an edge of jealousy.

“She should have STUCK with giving head,” Crystal laughed “That bitch looks ready to pop any moment.”

I felt sorry for the girl. She reminded me of any one of the many popular girls from my high school. She would have fit right in with Jamie Taylor or Hope Miller had she grown up in Cherry Lawn.

I couldn’t help but think that she looked like she felt trapped by her circumstance of birth and her pregnancy. She had the look of a girl that thought she could do so much better than the redneck ape who didn’t seem to be paying any attention to her if she had a better set of men in the dating pool to choose from. Of course it would help if she knew what to look for in a guy.

What did I know? I had never had a steady boyfriend and today I just let a stranger play with my tits and clit for money – I felt guilty for even judging that girl’s situation by looking at her.

I was probably right though.

I didn’t know what time it was, but I had to believe it was close to noon by now. My tummy was grumbling because Maw-Maw had eaten most of the breakfast. I wanted to go to the bathroom to pee, but I also wanted to press my new found ‘button’ and find out if it gave me the same tingles that I experienced earlier.

Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet

But they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets

Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful

Oh Bennie she's really keen

She's got electric boobs a mohair suit

You know I read it in a magazine

B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets

The radio was playing an old Elton John song that had been remixed and set to hip-hop.

“Now that’s my jam!” Crystal looked up over at us and then saw the white sports car pulling up to us, “Oh, not this bitch.”

A very attractive blonde woman with a sizable chest was driving with the top down and she turned down her own radio to greet us.

“Bentley Continental GT?” Savannah sounded impressed. She rubbed her hands along the smooth exterior. The car was very impressive and elegant – it had a shiny chromed out grill and looked too classy even for my old neighborhood.

“I think so darling!” She introduced herself to me as Terry and offered her hand daintily. Outwardly she looked like the most beautiful woman you could imagine – perky and perfect.

Once she spoke it was clear that at one time – she had been a man. Her voice was soft and sexy but there was an obvious quality to her genteel manner that was off putting. I could tell that she was used to the look of surprise on my face when she opened her mouth.

“Well Ashante’,” she continued and asked me my name.

“Ellen, Ma’am,” I don’t know why I felt the need to say Ma’am. We hadn’t been doing our punished girl charade. I think I subconsciously felt with all her style and grace it might make sense to hint that I believed she was a woman, even if my face hadn’t said it.

“You can call me Terry,” her manner of speaking dragged out her words just enough that you had to hang on them to hear her all the way out, “Everyone always does, Sugar.”.

“Hi there Crystal,” she waved hello playfully at my Aunt. My Aunt ignored her and kept looking at her book. “Be that way then,” she put her hand to her mouth as if she were telling us a secret but said it in the same tone of voice, “She is just mad because in a former life we used to date.”

I laughed a little.

“So what is new and different with you?” she asked Savannah and commented that she would buy us both proper bathing suits because we were popping out of those.

“We are just out here trying to make a few extra bucks,” Savannah didn’t seem overly enthusiastic about the hard-sell, “Washing cars.”

“Is that all?” Terry asked with a coy wink, “Maybe if business gets slow for me I’ll have to come join you girls.”

“Sure,” I said brightly.

“Oh I like her,” she told Savannah of me, “You are so enthusiastic and cheerful. There are so many who are jaded around here.” Her words were directed at my Aunt and cousin.

“How much to wash this car?” Terry asked me directly.

“One hundred dollars,” Crystal answered for me and added, “plus tip.”

“Oh my,” Terry put her hand on her chest to register her offense politely. “If you don’t want my money I will just drive on.”

“Fine twenty for a wash,” Crystal acquiesced – perhaps to get the cash quickly so that Terry would go away.

“I’ll give you forty but I want big mama to help wash,” Terry insisted Crystal get up and help us.

“I am supervising them,” Crystal grinned at her playfully but shook her head no, “These girls are on punishment.”

“Oh pish-tosh,” Terry dismissed my aunt with a wave of her hand. “I will make it an even fifty if you get up off of that sweet, sweet ass of yours and have a little fun while you do it.”

Crystal held out for sixty before popping off the lawn chair and in a fluid motion changing the radio station.

Turn it up

Big wheels keep on turning

Carry me home to see my kin

Singing songs about the Southland

I miss Alabamy once again

And I think it's a sin, yes

Well I heard mister Young sing about her

Well, I heard ole Neil put her down

Well, I hope Neil Young will remember

A Southern man don't need him around anyhow

Classic southern rock changed the entire vibe of our dancing. I felt the music and bent my knees while rocking around to the song. I’ve played this song on my brother’s Xbox in Guitar Hero – I knew it was a classic.

The rest of the people at the pool knew it was too and I could sense they were gawking, but I tried not to think about them.

“C’mon pretty young thing,” Crystal encouraged me to bend more deeply and put her hands on my back while she lovingly washed Terry’s car as much as she washed me.

It felt good – I tried to wash her back but she would just say “Uh-uh” and spin me around to face the car again. I wondered if maybe she just wanted me to enjoy being washed without washing her back or if this was part of the show – but I rolled with it.

Sweet home Alabama

Where the skies are so blue

Savannah was shimmying herself on the other side of the car with a towel and a sponge while my Aunt I worked the other side.

Terry smiled as she watched us work and put her hands together under her chin in adoration of the spectacle caused by the three of us dancing.

I saw one car out of the corner of my eye almost rear end some looky-loo who had stopped at the entrance to get a good look at what we were doing. He moved quickly when he saw he was backing up traffic.

“My sugar daddy is going to love how spotless you made his car,” Terry cheered us on.

Her passion and positivity made it a pleasure to wash the car. It truly was like we were putting on a little show.

I decided to ad-lib and slid one of my sponges cross ways through the back of my bikini bottoms. Then I turned around and wiggled my butt with my arms over my head and pressed against the car while I washed it.

Lord they get me off so much

They pick me up when I'm feeling blue

Now how about you?

A guitar solo kicked in at just the right time and I heard a few whistles and ‘woots’ from the dozen or so people at the pool that were watching us. “You got that right girl!”

Crystal put two sponges on her chest – one on each boob under her suit and bent over at the waist to wash down the car and show her ass to the throng of pool-goers.

It didn’t seem like she was showing me up or trying to get more attention – as much as she was adding to the performance.

Savannah called her a showoff, but there was a playful rivalry in her voice as she took a sponge and rung it out overhead and drenched herself in water – it cascaded sexily down her back and chest for a delighted group of onlookers and Terry.

Savannah rubbed her hand down her bikini bottoms like she was gathering moisture from her pussy and flicked it forward with a wicked grin. She rolled her bikini bottoms down half-way in the back so that 6 inches of the top of her crack showed while she did the rest of the wash.

The wash lasted exactly as long as it took for the song to finish. It was probably only three minutes but it was an exhausting three minutes.

At least six people at the pool applauded us when we were done. Crystal turned the music back down and smiled at Terry while she handed us the money.

“That was very nice – now you each take a twenty.” She implied that she knew Crystal got a bigger split and she wanted us to split that evenly.

She blew us a kiss as she motored off into the trailer park and I blew one back. She laughed at me with a childlike joy and then she was gone.

The excitement that had been so intense faded as quickly as she did.

We looked around for another car while Crystal insisted we give her the twenties to hold. She didn’t mention the fives we got earlier; but I think that was all part of the cat and mouse game of sneaking money and holding out on each other her and her daughter played.

They seemed to revel in deceiving each other just a little. I think when it comes to an outsider they will always team up to rip him off – but they had some unspoken code of honor between each other that I had yet to crack, about when it was okay and when it wasn’t to lie and cheat.

“You are doing really good out here,” Crystal acknowledged my efforts with a kiss on the forehead.

I was very pleased and I blushed. This was the first time I think I’ve blushed because I was intensely flattered instead of embarrassed in quite some time.

“Yeah, but you can take that sponge out of your ass now,” Savannah’s taunt was sarcastic but all in good fun.

I pulled it out and threw it in the water bucket.

“Don’t mix your nasty butt juice with this car washing juice,” Savannah teased me again. I reached back into the bucket to pull out the sponge and splashed her with it.

She covered her face with her arm and grinned back as she uncrimped the garden hose to squirt me right in the chest and face with a full-on water burst.

We played like that for a few more minutes before settling down. It was often those spontaneous fights that seemed to bring in the occasional trick to see what was going on.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” I asked Crystal. We had another lull in traffic and it seemed like it was going to be a long day. I didn’t want to leave Savannah out here on her own for long, so I pushed thoughts of trying out my own finger until I had more time.

“I don’t know,” Crystal looked up at me “Can you?”

I splashed her back playfully by snapping a washcloth like a whip and she smacked me on mine as I took that as permission to go when I want.

“Don’t forget to say yes sir and hup-two-three and all that shit,” Crystal’s joking mocked the rules Odd Jobs had laid out for us. I smirked that Crystal pretended to listen and pay attention to every rule and as soon as we got here they were completely ignored.

I’ve always been an honor student who did the extra credit and followed the rules – and now look at me!

“Oh, should I use the men’s bathroom and have an escort to make sure I don’t spend too long in there Ma’am?” I pivoted and stood at attention with my chest out, shoulders back and my cheeks clenched. I was joking by pretending to be the perfectly contrite little angel.

“Yes you should,” I heard the voice of a man behind me. He instantly reminded me of someone trying to sell me something and lull me into a sense of trust. I turned to see who it was and he looked me up and down with a grin like he had been waiting for me all day.

He was 5’4 with a salt and pepper beard and a grin on his face from ear to ear. He was wearing a trucker cap that said ‘hurt more deer’ with a fish on it. He wore a blue shirt that had a drawing of a tricycle on it and the caption ‘chicks dig my bike’.

He nodded politely at me and said “If you need some company I’d be happy to come take you.”

I was too nervous to answer or explain that I had been joking and ran for the restroom.

I heard my Aunt call him Shawn and ask him to come sit and have a smoke with her. He asked if Ted was up here and she laughed, “I can tell you where he is not – and that’s working.”

The last thing I heard as I entered the girl’s restroom was Shawn telling Crystal to slide over and her telling him she needed a back rub because today had been too much work.

I should have been shocked, I should have been embarrassed, but after the day I had yesterday I was actually calm. The pace of cars was slow and it had not been all that different from the day before. If anything, I felt more prepared and accepted; and that made it easier.

I smiled to myself as I entered the bathroom with a sense of satisfaction. This was going to be something I could handle and at the end of the day I'd add this to our money. As weird and awkward as some of this had been – I was handling it.

I don’t know if it was a sense of self-satisfaction, pride or if the Buckman was starting to devolve my morality to match my environment – but I was handling it.