Chapter Eighteen

I would rather eat crums with bums than steaks with snakes.

“Burger King? That tastes like shit!” My Aunt said as soon the boys pulled up with our lunch. I wasn’t a big fan of all that trans-fatty, deep-fried fast food; but I had more than worked up an appetite jumping around to get the attention of honking cars as they entered the Buckman.

We hadn’t had a new customer since Shawn had left, but we had a couple “looky-loos” as my Aunt called them. She would declare “They will be back!” after each one left.

It wasn’t said like an optimist would say it –looking on the bright side. She said the words like it was inevitable fact the two country hicks in that truck would eventually get horny or desperate enough to come back up and have another look at us.

I can’t say that she was wrong.

“Burger King does not taste like shit, Aunt Crystal,” my brother felt the need to correct her. “The food at Burger King might taste like shit - but the actual Burger King would not.”

“How do you know?” Crystal asked him with a sarcastic smile. “Have you taken a bite out of Burger King?”

“And how do you know what shit tastes like so you can identify it anyway?” Savannah piled on to tease my brother.

“Well in point of fact,” my brother sounded beyond nerdy, even to me; and I knew they were rolling their eyes as he corrected Savannah, “A logical fallacy! Your mother was the first one to declare that it tasted like shit. So she would be the one to ...,” my Aunt shushed my brother before he could finish his explanation of the logical fallacy they had no interest in hearing about.

“The next time Ted is picking on you I am not going to stand up for you,” my Aunt said, taking the sack of food out of his hand and began looking through it.

“You didn’t the last time,” I think Conner was referring to the time Ted made him stand in the kitchen with the washcloth on his penis.

“Well, how did that feel?” Crystal stuck a French fry in her mouth and added without waiting for a response “You are quickly becoming my least favorite nephew.”

“I believe I am your only nephew,” Conner’s completely straight delivery was kind of comical, listening to his back and forth with my Aunt.

I was standing with Savannah waiting for the food when Odd-Jobs interrupted, “Ladies, we have different lunch plans for you.”

“Oh shit,” Savannah put her hands on her hips and looked at him with the knowing disappointment of someone who knew this wasn’t going to be simple.

“Don’t look so glum,” he put his finger under her chin, “it’s going to be fun AND nutritious!”

“Fuck nutrition, this ain’t school lunch!” Savannah blurted out in disgust. She added a recalcitrant “Sir” to the end of her sentence when she saw SS and Odd-Jobs grimace at her and fold their arms.

“You two think you are going to eat Burger King and sit on your little fancy asses?” Odd-Jobs almost shouted his response while he wagged his finger at us.

Even Savannah’s normally abrasive demeanor shifted to that of a scared, wide-eyed teenage girl when he explained that we would be putting on a spectacle – “How else will we get attention so your mom can earn money to save her trailer?”

A plain brown paper sack contained our lunch. He took the items out one at a time and showed them to us. There were carrots, grapes, bananas and a raw pack of hotdogs. “You girls already have the buns,” Odd-Jobs grinned sarcastically.

The look on the rest of the guy’s faces ranged from smug satisfaction or they were grinning. My aunt was sitting up and licking some mayo off her finger while pretending not to be smiling. She was gingerly holding the sandwich so she could eat without getting it all over herself.

“Fine,” Savannah blustered “I am fucking hungry – let’s get this shit over with, Sir.”

“Yeah!” I tried to echo her sentiment but it fell rather flat.

“Someone forgot to call me Sir,” Odd-Jobs caught me off guard with his accusation – but he was absolutely correct.

“Sorry Sir!” I apologized ruefully.

“You apologize every time you fuck up and then just keep fucking up,” he said it loud enough the people at the pool could hear. I was confused how this would get people with cars to stop and want us to wash them, but I played along and agreed with him.

“Your apologies will mean nothing if you do nothing to rectify the problem,” he explained and said, “Since you cannot seem to stop fucking up – the next best thing is a physical sign you are sorry – you are sorry, aren’t you Ellen?”

“Yes sir, I am sorry,” I nodded apologetically.

“Sorry for what?” he smiled and picked up one of the larger carrots in the bunch that was setting on one of the tables the guys had brought over from the pool area.

“I am sorry for forgetting to say Sir, Sir?” it sounded absurd to repeat the word sir, but I sure wasn’t going to leave it off.

“Why are you sorry though?” Odd-Jobs asked. I could hear my Aunt sigh that she was growing bored of this line of question and OJ quickly shushed her so he could drill down to the meat of the issue.

“It is a rule now and we have to say Sir to our betters?” I answered – sounding more like a question than an answer.

“It is a rule now because you have disrespected men and authority figures in your life and now you are going to address everyone as your better! I want you to take this carrot.” He handed me the carrot like it was a sword he had raised by the hilt.

I took it and looked at him with a confused – somewhat naïve expression.

“Place it between your chest and smush your boobs together,” he said with a very straight face.

I probably narrowed my eyebrows at him to imply I wondered why – because he told me “I will tell you why! You will shout ‘HELLO SIR, COME WATCH ME EAT LUNCH PLEASE!’ to the next ten cars that pass through that gate and jump up and down with that carrot right next to your heart!”

“What if the driver is a woman?” I asked. I already knew the answer was probably that I should say Ma’am, but I think I might be naturally anally-retentive and it is probably why I was such a teacher’s pet in school.

“If Savannah asked this question I would know she was just flapping her gums to waste my time, but I think you honestly want clarification – yes you will and you will be just as inviting – is that clear?”

“Yes Sir,” I was told to face the entranceway of the trailer park –while everyone else enjoyed their lunch and stand with my hands holding the carrot between my boobs and be the greeter.

“Sorry Sis,” Conner apologized to me that I had to fully embarrass myself like this. The thing was – he sounded completely insincere and was giggling. He didn’t usually feel comfortable teasing me unless Lloyd or someone else was backing him up.

“You don’t sound very sorry, Conner!” I mumbled under my breath.

“What was that?” Odd-Jobs demanded I speak up and repeat what I just said.

“I just said that he didn’t sound very sincere, Sir. You know how you said when you apologize it doesn’t mean much if you aren’t sincere in your apology?”

“I love that you listen!” he said happily. “But at the same time – you tried to pull a fast one.”

“How is that Sir?” I didn’t know what he meant and was worried I was about to get another punishment.

“You called your brother Conner – first name basis with your better? You haven’t learned the lesson you are out on the corner of the sidewalk trying to learn – I can see that!”

Conner smiled an exaggerated version of the smug smile he said I had when I used to turn him into mom and dad for the things he did wrong around the house. I was a good sport about it and offered him a wintry expression that told him I knew what he was doing.

I didn’t want the rule to extend to my younger brother – but I knew that I was caught. “I will greet twenty cars then Sir? I see your point.” I volunteered – because I knew I had genuinely made a mistake in judgment.

“While I appreciate your enthusiasm,” he scratched his chin, “I don’t have time for that – you’ll do double the carrots, not the greetings!”

The carrot between my tits was already pretty large and very phallic – the symbolism was obvious to anyone of what it was supposed to look like.

Then he explained that this was going in my bikini bottoms. “Hold your left hand on the carrot between your boobs, unless you can hold it up there on its own?”

I nodded that I couldn’t and took my right hand away to reach for the second carrot.

“Oh no,” he denied me the carrot and said since my offense was disrespecting my brother – he would get an opportunity to place the carrot.

A truck pulled through the exit and he waved at them “Come see the girls eat!” then he chided me that was one I missed – and to hurry up and pull out the back of my bottoms.

I gripped the waistband with my right hand and pulled it out. It barely covered my ass crack anyway.

I closed my eyes and felt the carrot being nestled between my ass cheeks with the tip pointing towards the ground. I could hear Conner giggling a little and OJ hurry him to stop staring and push it between my butt cheeks so it won’t fall out.

“Your tits are too small to hold the carrot on their own, but look at that dumper of yours – perfect wedge! And the green leaves hanging on the top of the carrot make it look like a little tail!”

“Sorry again Sis, really I am.” Conner was giggling, but I guess this was probably pretty funny from his perspective.

I had an opportunity to play the Savannah card and tell him to take a picture, it will last longer or that he better yuk it up while he can because later I would feed him this carrot in his sleep.

I actually wished I had the courage to say that because it would have gone over quite well. “Thank you Sir,” I went with what I thought would keep me out of trouble and I was supposed to say “I am sorry for disrespecting you and making you have to teach me a lesson this way. May I let go of my waistband now, Sir?”

I asked Odd Jobs for permission to release the waist band I had pulled out far enough for my trick to put the carrot between my ass-cheeks.

“No you may not,” My brother thought I was still addressing him and denied me. He blurted it out as an order without a lot of confidence that I would follow it. I knew he wanted to play along with everyone else but he felt shaky about actually saying what he wanted. I smiled – at least he isn’t totally sadistic!

I wanted to turn to him and say something sassy Savannah would say like “I am done airing out my stinker – aint nobody want to keep looking at it – please Sir?” but my natural tendencies and old habits were to follow the rules and do what is expected of me and they took over.

“I was asking Odd-Jobs, Sir,” I clarified for my brother’s benefit politely while holding the bikini bottoms open and out so that my asshole and cleft of my crack were visible.

“What makes you think he isn’t fit to tell you whether you can or cannot let your waist band go?” O.J clarified as a male and someone who wasn’t under punishment – Conner had two legs up on me in the ranking-order of things and I needed to watch how I spoke to him. I knew this was just a game but having to listen to my geeky little brother added a fresh coat of humiliation to my already shiny-shameful exterior.

There were cars honking at us and I waved defeatedly while looking straight ahead and holding the position I was standing in. I clenched my ass cheeks so as not to drop the carrot – and felt a distinct flow of intense liquid humiliation running up and down my spine – that must be what it was – distilled, warm, uncomfortable, shame.

“I just thought you were in charge of our punishment, Sir” I swallowed and looked straight ahead. I could hear the titters and laughter. I wished someone would turn up the boom box so that would make things seem less awkward and more like a party.

“Your Aunt is in charge of administering your punishment because your mom is off working to try to bring in money for the family - and your Aunt decides who can give you special permission, order you around, and punish you.”

“Special Spermission, too, Sir, ha-ha” Savannah laughed at her own joke but no one else did.

“Crystal dear?” Odd-Jobs addressed my Aunt magnanimously, “Can Conner have authority over his sister?”

I rolled my eyes – this was it. I was about to add to my humiliation and have to beg and scrape to my younger brother.

“Do you have any money?” Crystal asked him.

“No, but I will when Odd-Jobs pays us today!” my brother answered eagerly.

“Well come and see me if you get some money,” Crystal shot him down and told me to let go off my waist-band, “I was letting flies in”.

I did as I was told, but I snuck a look over my shoulder at my brother over the small victory that he wasn’t the boss of me. He didn’t seem to care one way or the other and went back to eating his hamburger.

We really should have him tested for Asperger’s – he is a very odd kid. Savannah and Lloyd would have famously sparred and joked back and forth.

I leapt up and down at the first car that rode into the trailer park yelling “Come watch us eat please Sir!! Come watch us eat!” I had to hold the carrot between my cheeks or it would have dislodged when I leapt.

“Come watch us eat Cum, watch us eat – cum! Sir” Savannah mocked the moves of a cheerleader as she did a play on words on my language.

“Get your carrot and join your cousin!” Odd-Jobs didn’t give her the long explanation he gave me – and she just fell in line next to me as if it was inevitable she would have to anyway.

She popped the carrot between her chest and flexed her chest so that she could hold it between her breasts – and then rotated her body back and forth as if to say ‘ha-ha- look what I can do’ by her actions.

“Lloyd put the carrot tail in your sister’s bottoms,” Odd-Jobs gave Lloyd a turn.

“You better not put it straight in, Dummy-Sir” Savannah didn’t hesitate as I had to pull her waist band out as far out as it could go. They completely let her get away with calling her brother ‘Dummy-sir’ – even though I am positive they would have held me to a different standard. I have to admit- I strangely hated the favoritism, even though Savannah and I were on the same side of this.

“Why? Because you’d like it too much if I did?” Lloyd ran at his sister holding the carrot like a knife he was going to stab into her back; but he was merely kidding – stopping short before he hit her. She did not even flinch, just held her swimsuit out for him to put the carrot in – as if she knew he would never intentionally hurt her or she wasn’t afraid if he had tried.

He drove the carrot in between her ass cheeks; but pumped it in and out several times like he was jacking himself off.

“Lloyd, Sir. If you don’t fucking just do this – I swear to fucking God I am going to feed this fucking carrot to you in your sleep!” Savannah warned him.

“You’d have to poop it back out because you two are going to eat those carrots – no point in letting them go to waste,” Odd-Jobs informed us and I shuddered.

“I am not eating no damned carrot that has been up my butt!” Savannah had just about had enough of this humiliation and was about to just turn and quit.

SS imposed himself between her and her mother and Odd-Jobs asked her, “Why? Is your ass so dirty that you would be afraid to taste anything that touched it?”

“Would you eat a carrot off your own ass, SIR?” Savannah patronized him and was going to check out of this game – she had been pushed too far.

“Look, no one said you had to eat the carrot between your butt cheeks,” Odd-Jobs went back to his kindly tone to smooth things over with her.

She stopped in place and looked at him skeptically – he most certainly had said we had to eat the carrots.

“I said you had to eat the carrots – but you’ll be eating each other’s,” he smiled sardonically.

“Creepy, old, gross, fucker – game over, come on Ellen – y’all can have the money we earned today – fuck this shit.” She was ready to quit and her mother wasn’t collecting her things but she didn’t say anything to stop her daughter.

“I am not going to go,” I found myself saying – and I honestly have no answer as to why.

“What? You want to eat this carrot that has been up my pie-hole?” My cousin pulled the carrot out of her bikini bottoms and put it right up in my face under my nose.

“It doesn’t have any poop on it and these things are grown in the dirt,” I sounded like my brother when he states facts, but doesn’t seem to escalate his emotional state. It is usually me who is freaking out and him who is the one remaining calm and rational.

“You are going to eat this carrot after it’s been in my butt in front of everyone in this fucking trailer park? You do get that once people see this out here and the grape vine hears about it – everyone will know you did it?”

“Yes; because even if the punishment is not real – I agreed to play this game and we really need the money,” I fired back at her – but remained rational and calm.

“Bullshit,” she looked at me in disbelief that I would seriously go this far.

I opened my mouth and held it open. I don’t know why I did but I waited – and she realized I was waiting for her to call my bluff. She put the carrot in my mouth slightly and I bit down on the tip and began to chew.

“Well God-damned,” Savannah was surprised and I could see the respect grow in her eyes as she fed me another bite.

“Go ahead and put a fresh one back there,” she ordered over her shoulder at her brother while she fed me the carrot in her hand. Her bright blue eyes were big with surprise like I was some new toy she was playing with.

After the first few tender bites, the carrot became stiffer and I had to saw it off with my front teeth –literally sucking the carrot while she held it in front of me.

I saw her wince when Lloyd stuck the fresh carrot between her cheeks, but she didn’t stop feeding me. I locked onto the gaze of her baby-blue eyes. There could be so much malice and fire in her eyes when she wanted to show that side of her; but right now I was just gazing into two perfectly aqua eyes fixed on me.

“Go ahead and rub it up and down real good like you did that first time,” she left off the Sir. She ordered her brother to grind the carrot and roll it up and down to get the sweat from her ass cheeks on there.

“You are going to eat these two carrots like this and you don’t care?” she asked me to confirm I was going to go through with it.

“Yes, because I’ve farted on yours twice and after I am done – it is your turn bitch!” I smiled and everyone burst out in laughter.

I say everyone because not only was Lloyd, Conner, OJ, SS and Ryan there – we now had picked up about seven people from the pool area and two cars were stopped to watch her feed me.

“I am not quitting if you aren’t quitting,” she declared emphatically. She had a competitive streak and it shined right now –it was almost visible to the naked eye.

“Then you are not quitting, slut – now feed me that carrot a little faster,” I was joking – I could barely swallow the carrot in my mouth before she pushed more in.

“You feed me yours at the same time!” her voice daring me to put her in her place and feed her a carrot that had been between my parted ass cheeks.

I reached behind my back and pulled out the carrot like I was unsheathing the sword that Odd-Jobs had given me. I reached up and popped it into her mouth and told her, “You better learn to be respectful and call your brother Sir, or we’ll both get punished!”

Savannah could see that we had a small crowd gathering, “Maybe someone else could punish us, but my mom is a fucking push-over,” she carried on the charade that her mom was powerless to punish us directly.

“I heard that,” Crystal had finished her chicken sandwich and was pilfering some of my brother’s French fries from his lunch, “but just because I don’t like to spank you – don’t think I can’t find someone who I could trust to do it for me!!”

We fed each other carrots and while my mouth was full with the orange fibers of my last bite, “The worst you know how to do is make us eat like sluts to embarrass us and I am not even worried about it,” I was lying through my teeth – I had been pumping 24 volts of electric embarrassment through a 12 volt nervous system since I realized we had drawn the small crowd.

“That is because you ARE sluts – the only way to embarrass you into seeing it is to reach a point where even you feel shame about the attention you are getting – isn’t that right?” Odd-Jobs asked my Aunt to confirm what he said, while directing us to hug tightly and start eating the carrot between each other’s tits as we push it up.

“I look to you for help disciplining these girls but you can’t be up here all day? What oh what will I do while you are gone?” Crystal played up the helpless mother of two wayward teens perfectly.

“You may have to ask some of the men who seem like you can trust them and want to help. I can stay until after lunch and then me and your son and nephew have to get to other things. You boys seem like you are enjoying watching the girls eat lunch – but that pool won’t clean itself.” Odd-jobs ordered my cousin and brother to get back into the dirty pool and start cleaning it out of junk.

I smirked at my cousin – of the two tasks I am not sure what was worse. I couldn’t taste anything disgusting on the carrots; and while this game was uncomfortably sexual and deeply humiliating – I had seen the tar gunk and algae floating in that pool and wanted no part of cleaning it.

“I know you are hurting for cash and you could probably kill two birds with one stone here,” Odd-Jobs explained to Crystal.

“What? How?” Crystal played dumb very well – although I knew she wasn’t – I knew this was part of the act.

“As much as you will probably hate to hear the idea – it may be the only thing that can save us from having to repossess your trailer and cut off your gas and electric,” Odd-Jobs straightened his belt and patted his round belly –seemingly reluctant to offer his ‘solution’.

“I am open to anything – desperate times calls for desperate things,” she smiled at him innocently and fluttered her eyes.

“You could offer these people watching the girls feed themselves, the chance to feed them – and that might actually embarrass them enough that they stop being such show-offs and sluts!”

“How would that solve my money problem though?” Crystal smiled like an alligator waiting for a bird to ask why it was going to be a snack.

“Unfortunately, you would have to ask them to donate a little money to your cause – if they truly have the best interest of the girls at heart and aren’t just perverts – they’d pay five bucks to feed them something.” When Odd-Jobs explained it like that - it started to dawn on me how they justified a customer paying to punish a girl, if he was supposed to be doing Crystal a favor she could not do herself.

“Oh I could never do that!” Crystal shook her head no. “They might tease the girls and make them beg, or use those two grapes like balls and put a carrot in their zipper and make them eat it on their knees – that’s too much.”

I could hear some of the men in the slowly growing crowd of about a dozen people nodding approval of those ideas.

“I can respect that Crystal,” OJ shook his head. “You don’t want to push these girls too far, because what you are doing now seems to be working so well,” he let that sink in, before telling her he would get her trailer hitched up right after lunch to be shipped elsewhere.

“Okay wait,” Crystal sounded reluctant but desperate. “They have to say what they are doing before they feed the girls? So maybe I can say if it’s okay for just the five dollars?” Crystal was trying to hint that she’d like to charge a little more –while still playing the spineless mom at her wits end on how to handle the girls.

“If someone is willing to pay five dollars to feed your daughter and niece,” Odd-Jobs took a carrot and rubbed it up and down between my ass cheeks – before popping the tip into my cousin’s mouth, “are you really afraid of what might happen if they do this?”

“Well I don’t know,” Crystal surrendered her point. She didn’t really care about the game or being right – she wanted money for the least amount of effort.

Odd-Jobs guided Savannah down to her knees while he extended the carrot into her teeth and put it right in front of his pants, “Can this get her pregnant?”

“No, I guess not,” Crystal acknowledged his point.

“What if they take a raw hot dog like this,” Odd-Jobs motioned for SS to hand him one from the pack and then motioned me to squat down next to Savannah; and made us both nibble on it while he held it between his fingers.

“Don’t you think maybe we should ask for more if they want to do anything really weird?” Crystal bluntly tried to make her point one more time.

“You are lucky to have the generosity of these strangers – five bucks gets them a carrot, a handful of grapes, a single banana or a hot dog. They can feed them until we run out of food.”

“But I am already getting full, Sir,” Savannah’s cheeks were packed with bits of carrot and hot dog as he hand fed us at his knees.

“You saving room for a cum sandwich tonight with your boyfriends?” he teased her and stuck half the hot dog between her lips forcibly.

She looked up at him sweetly and when she could finish choking it back she said, “No, that is gross! I don’t mind you feeding me like this because you won’t make it sexual – but I don’t know about these other fucking perverts.” She scanned the fourteen or so mostly males now watching us intently for familiar faces, “Yes, I am talking about you.” she pointed out someone in the crowd.

“You really need an attitude adjustment!” someone in the crowd blurted out. Savannah squinted her eyes with a lemony expression, but said nothing.

“You ladies need to learn Odd-Job’s patented three ups – show up, keep up and shut up.”

“What about throw up?” Savannah added the Sir just as OJ replaced the finished hot dog with a peeled banana.

She licked the length of it and nibbled on it for him, “You want me to eat it like this, Sir?” she purred.

“No, I’d rather cram it down your throat,” He pushed the length of the banana into Savannah’s throat and she coughed and sputtered – the crowd seemed to find it easy not to sympathize with her because they all laughed.

“Here give me one of those, please” Crystal had SS throw her a banana and quickly peeled it back – opened her mouth – and took the entire length. She slapped the back of her head and let her face fall forward to repeat the exercise.

“If you practice enough – you can keep any man happy with that one,” she laughed. “Okay they can do it – as long as the only hole they stick the food in is the mouth one.”

Savannah looked over her shoulder at her mother pleadingly.

“You want to challenge me now that we have all these people who know you have been a brat and are too big for your britches?”

“No Ma’am, but I don’t even have on britches,” Savannah sniffed and pouted while chewing the banana, hot dog, and carrots mixture we were both being fed.

“You didn’t have them on last night when you and your slutty cousin thought it was a good idea to sneak out and show your asses in those diapers. That is why you are doing this in the smallest bikini I could find for you,” Crystal sounded more forceful and demanding than she was supposed to be portraying, but if anyone noticed they didn’t say anything.

The horny tricks were already lining up to hand her their money.

“I can rub the carrot up and down her butt cheek – just not jam it in?” I heard one man ask as if he were asking for extra mayonnaise on his hamburger.

“Savannah and Ellen – keep on your knees and face away from me. Keep both your hands on your waist band and pull them out far enough they can rub the food between your cheeks – you do keep your asses clean right?” Odd-Jobs directed us both to reveal our bare-asses by pulling our suits out for whoever wanted to look down at our cracks.

“Gross – these carrots taste like coconut oil from her fucking sun tan lotion she slathered up her fat ass though,” Savannah’s comment was very insulting – but possibly true. I had only recently lathered myself up with suntan oil for that very purpose.

“Well yours taste like cum from all the dicks that have been up there – because you have been cum farting on them,” I hadn’t tasted cum and I just blurted out the most disgusting thing I could think of in response to play along.

Savannah looked at me like I stabbed her through the heart and in the back at the same time and I could see some of the carrot chips in her mouth fall down her chest as her mouth hung open in shock. I guess I had taken it up a notch too far.

I just smiled at her and leaned into her chest and licked the carrot bits up “Odd Jobs told us not to waste,” I leaned in close to her lips and I have to admit – I think I actually sounded sexy because she was at a loss for words.

The line began after that moment. There were two men in front of us and each had a banana, a carrot or a hot dog. A few of them had bought the grapes and popped them into our mouths but they seldom seemed satisfied by that before returning to Crystal to buy one of the more phallic objects to feed us.

My hands were behind my back and my knees were starting to wobble a little as I felt the tiniest particles of sand and glass on the sidewalk dig into them after just the first three feedings. The second guy stuck a banana down my throat so far I thought I would choke.

“Thank the nice man, Ellen” Crystal talked to me like I was a four year old who just received Halloween candy from a house around the corner. “He just gave us five dollars that we’d need to pay your bills and he fed you!”

“Thrfarnnk fruuu, Sssir” my mouth was stuffed as I chewed quickly.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full, Ellen or I may have to get someone to agree to teach you some manners.” Crystal had no problem chastising me for the thing she just told me to do – and I was in no position to argue the point, as I was busy guiding a carrot that was being shoved way too far down my throat with my tongue.

“Preaese sir, isss nah smushy wike a bwanana,” I tried to explain I’d need to chew up the carrot in bites instead of a banana he could smoosh into my mouth like the last guy.

“I love the baby talk,” he grinned. “Duzz Widdle-Biddle Baby wanna play airplane?” he pulled the carrot out and began buzzing it around my head, but saying “Choo-choo” like a train.

It took all I could do, not to roll my eyes and wince that he didn’t know what sound an airplane made. I chased the carrot, trying to take a bite out of it, while kneeling as he pulled it quickly out of the way and then hovered it right over my mouth to tease me.

It gave me precious time to swallow the food I had in my mouth – and a chance to realize I was playing the brat here. I didn’t have to be nice all the time.

“Sir, a fucking train goes choo-choo,” I explained to him but thought better of calling him a dumb-ass like Savannah might have done.

He clearly didn’t like being corrected and his eyes widened in embarrassment after being called out for making the wrong baby noises. “Tell me – is it trains or airplanes that go into dark tunnels?” He didn’t wait for me to answer before reaching behind me and jabbing the carrot between my cheeks.

He tried to stab it into my asshole, but ended up just pressing it hard against it.

“My Aunt said not IN my butt, PLEASE SIR?” I stated it loud enough I hoped Crystal or Odd-Jobs would hear and intervene – but tried to remain true to the spirit of this game and the rules we had agreed to play it by. I had let a customer finger me earlier in the day in the privacy of his cab but this felt entirely different – a violation.

Crystal was busy taking money and flirting; and if OJ and SS heard they didn’t intervene.

“I am just getting a little coal for my train,” the older man smiled at me like I was an idiot and pushed harder. He wasn’t getting it in, but he was stabbing me with the end of the carrot. There was another man feeding Savannah a hot dog and he was completely lost watching her devour it like she might have been sucking his dick – and she seemed oblivious as well.

“I am not supposed to let you do that, Sir!” I was still holding my waist band open for him because I think a part of me is a rule-follower and that was the rule – but I was trying to shame him into playing fair.

Odd-Job’s nephew Ryan stepped up and put his hand on the man’s shoulder to stop him. “The girl is being a good sport – don’t,” he said; and with that took the wind out of the man’s sails. He took five dollars out of his wallet and handed it to the man, “I am going to buy the rest of your carrot – you are done.”

My customer had fed me almost half the carrot and he took the money without complaint. He had his fun and now it was over.

“Do you want this carrot?” Ryan knelt down next to me with sympathetic eyes.

“Not really, Sir?” I pouted – unsure if it was a trick to say I was ungrateful for the food I was given.

He tossed it a few feet away – it had not been a trick. “I think it’s amazing how brave you are and when your cousin wanted to quit – you hung in there.” His smile made me feel really good.

“I don’t know why I did that, Sir,” I couldn’t meet his gaze – he was handsome and smart and even though he was from a rival high school – he looked like the kind of kid who went to my old high school. He didn’t fit in here anymore than I did.

“Hey pal, you threw your carrot – it’s my turn,” the guy waiting behind the last customer complained.

Ryan stood back up and smiled at him – before politely walking away.

I felt a new sense of energy once I had that encounter. I hadn’t thought of myself as ‘courageous’ when I said I would not quit. I think it was half stupid, half naïve and half-the fact I am the kind of person who does all the extra credit in school even when I have all A’s – but then that would be three halves.

“You girls gobble up your lunch a little faster – these cars aren’t going to wash themselves.”

I looked up just in time to see another car parking next to the sidewalk. There were seven of them waiting for their cars to be washed and at least twice that many who were haggling over the last few bananas and hot dogs.

“Look at the two of those piggies sweat and eat,” a man high-fived Odd-Jobs as he watched us be hand-fed for money.

“Thasss nah sweaff, Sssir” Savannah corrected him. She was not able to completely maintain her spunky disposition while on her knees and being force-fed with her hands behind her back. She swallowed the food in her mouth and tried anyway, “That is sugar beading off us,” she grinned devilishly at the man.

“Well, I will take two hot dogs if I can glaze them in the front – not the back,” the man strutted over to Crystal waving a ten dollar bill and was quickly standing in front of us.

There wasn’t much left to feed us – we had eaten through all the lunch supplies that they had bought.

“You ladies are hungry for a glazed dog?” he waggled one hot dog in each hand and let it bob up and down the way Lloyd’s perfect, pink cock does when it is hard.

I didn’t get his double entendre at first. Once he squatted in front of Savannah and put the hot dog up to her crotch I knew what kind of glaze he was talking about. She was about to take her hands from behind her and pull the suit to the side for him – but he told her not to.

Savannah shifted from a sweet submissive gaze to an evil vixen effortlessly – she was giving him the sweet look right now and nodded in agreement.

“Your mom said stay like you are – you better do as she says,” the two-hot-dog guy reminded me a lot of Odd-Jobs because he seemed a little smarter than everyone else in the trailer park and authoritative.

He bent down in front of Savannah and pulled her suit out in the front so that her clit was exposed. Then he dabbed the hot dog on it gently. She didn’t protest – and while I am positive people were watching – they couldn’t see past the large man’s back to her waist.

He put the dog up to her lips and she went to take a bite but he told her to “just sniff”.

She did as she was told and made a slightly sour face. “You’ll get your turn, this is your cousin’s dog.”

He hand fed me the dog and honestly – I tasted nothing on it. If there was my cousin’s juices – they were drowned out by the beef frank and the taste of banana, grapes and carrots.

Then he pulled my suit out like he had Savannah. He didn’t squat in front of me like he had Savannah and so everyone could see what he was doing. I heard a few “I didn’t know we could stick it in the front!” complaints but mostly they seemed thrilled to see my hairless wet slit.

I was wet.

Very wet.

Waterfall streaming and sloppy wet and I could not stop my juices from flowing. The comparison is when a man gets a boner it is because he is thinking dirty thoughts or seeing something that turns him on. I was ashamed thinking that I must be doing one or the other and how involuntary this process is when your hormones decide to coat your pussy in its own cum.

Preparing it for what it assumes is an immediate use or need sexually to guide and please a warm cock to the point it will cum inside of you.

I glanced down and saw the glistening of my sticky juices dripping from my clit. “I am sorry Sir,” I was mortified.

“Don’t apologize to him, stank-fish pussy is going in my mouth,” Savannah closed her eyes and let him stick the first length of the hotdog now coated in my juices in her mouth.

She bit down and swallowed. I think she pretended it was much worst tasting than she let on. I wasn’t sure if it was more embarrassing if she had pretended to like it – but I think I might have preferred that.

He alternated bites – first coating the tip of the hot dog with the other girl’s clit juices and spinning it around so that it got all over it – then holding it under our nose before sticking it in our mouth.

“Damn,” Crystal commented once everyone was fixated on me and my very juicy clit. “Is she so wet she is dripping on the sidewalk?”

“Yep, she is a very naughty girl,” the man feeding me ran his finger down my clit and then tasted it himself “Savannah – this is sugar – I owe you an apology”

“Fuck yeah, we do have sugar pumping out our ovaries, Sir,” Savannah teased him playfully. “Now give me that last bite so I can wash your car for you, please Sir?”

The man smiled at us both and said, “Maybe some other time.”

“You tease, Sir!” Savannah seemed to know him; or maybe she just never met a stranger and was this flirtatious and familiar with everyone she meets.

“Tease? You would know,” he stood up and ate the last two bites of girl-sugar-coated hot dogs.

“You can pull your bottoms back now, instead of flashing everyone those sideways smiles!” Odd-Jobs made it sound like we wanted to show off.

I guess we did – why else were we letting them do this to us? Was it really the money?

I quickly did the math in my head – 16 hot dogs, a bushel of carrots, a bag of grapes and a bunch of bananas – we had probably just made 300 dollars in thirty minutes. We also had a line of customers who wanted their cars washed – so yeah – I guess it was also about the money.

“Lunch break is over – no rest for the wicked!” Odd-Jobs got the last word again as he ordered us to our feet like we were lazy and wanted to remain on our knees being fed by strangers in front of the Buckman.