Chapter Twenty-Four

What is the difference between medium and rare? 6 inches is medium, 9 inches is RARE!

The morning car washes flew by and for the most part they followed the regular format they all did. Crystal wasn’t very strict on us for most of the morning. She hummed to herself and seemed content to let us go through the motions. She applied more make-up, painted her nails and rarely even talked to the customers/tricks.

My Aunt wore a cover-up over her swimsuit with the caption “What is the difference between medium and rare? 6 inches is medium, 9 inches is RARE!” that she had bought at the mall the night before. She had made sure to hint that Ted wasn’t as rare as he told everyone else when she picked it out – but I think most of us had already figured that out from the stubby cock bulge in his underwear.

We didn’t ask, but she shared that Ted got so turned on last night – he ravaged her. She was genuinely surprised since that much beer and good food should have put him out like a light. She theorized “Walking around butt-nekked may have turned on the old fart.”

We washed the cars that were waiting, but I admit we half-assed it. I know I have painted myself as being conscientious and someone who wants to do a good job whenever possible, but I was tired and achy from the day before; and it was simply easier today to leave Crystal being a stickler and following Savannah’s lead on how to behave with the tricks.

We would be coy and act brassy – that part we had down to a science. My Aunt did give them a chance to smack our butts- if they were willing to help her with her bills; but we didn’t really sell the idea and half of the customers left without taking her up on the offer. The initial wave of cars were mostly people from the day previously who had heard about us and wanted to check it out – but we failed to sell it to them.

I was starting to think we may have been a ‘one-hit’ wonder and today we would be working to pay O.J back and give him his cut with very little left over for ourselves.

O.J. had been right – we weren’t in the right mindset to really heat things up as soon as we got there. While we were very brassy and assy, we were also sloppy about trying to act repentant. Crystal didn’t call us out when we forgot to say “Yes Sir” and give them a chance to correct us. We were just going through the motions, but we were collecting around thirty bucks per car and to be honest – the spanking was usually very light.

So much so I felt pretty confident to bend over and ask them “Is that all you got? Maw-Maw hits harder than that!” and shine them on.

O.J checked in on us after an hour had gone by. I learned that they were installing security cameras at the Buckman and that my brother and Lloyd would be running wires on the roof all day.

“These cameras are going to help cut down on vandals now that the pool is going to be more active,” he explained to us. I was the only one who pretended to be conscientious enough to care one way or the other.

“This goes to some webcam that you guys can jerk off too as well, I am guessing?” Crystal folded her arms skeptically.

“It actually feeds into a private channel that Junior requested so he can keep an eye on you,” O.J explained. “I think you really charmed him yesterday, Ellen.”

I blushed for the first time that morning, not because I had to bend over for a stranger and let him fondle or spank me, but because I was actually flattered.

O.J’s voice hardened and he commanded us, “You two little sluts like showing off so much – let me see you hug each other tightly.”

Savannah sighed but said nothing. She opened her arms and hugged me tightly – tit to tit.

“You two will wait here until someone wants to slather you in suntan lotion or let you wash their car - is that understood?”

“Yes sir.” We weren’t crisp in our answer to him, but at least we both remembered the proper way to answer.

“Your discipline isn’t working,” he was shouting for the benefit of the people at the pool deck to overhear. “You are calling me sir, but you aren’t acting like I am one. You two need an attitude adjustment and a half!”

“Ooh, now this is getting interesting,” I heard one of the women at the pool comment loud enough I could hear her. It was April Haislip, the woman from last night at Wicked Weasel, and her daughter; in bikinis that looked exactly like the ones we had.

“We make these bikinis look good,” April sauntered over to the fence between the pool deck and the sidewalk where we were camped out. “Now please carry on – it’s amusing to us.”

“Don’t you two have a house to haunt some place?” Crystal sneered back, while her daughter and I hugged tightly.

“You know I would pay to rub the girls down with lotion,” April replied sweetly. “Can you break twenty-five cents?”

“Awww if that’s all you have to your name I guess we could charge you a little less this time,” Crystal mocked her with sympathy and implied she was poor.

O.J let the two get catty for a while like this. He told Savannah and I to wave to trucks as they passed by and whispered to me that April’s rivalry with my Aunt adds a little free publicity and spectacle to the show. “Whenever extra tits show up to the show – let’s use that to our advantage.”

He spanked me on the butt and told me lunch was a long way away. He decided to forgo announcing new rules since Crystal and April shredding each other was providing the much needed attention for our car wash enterprise.

He told us before he hopped in the cart that he would be checking on us and now that Junior could watch any time he likes that we needed to be on our best behavior. “Your mom should put those O-rings on your nipples before I get back and then we’ll serve lunch.”

“Yes Sir,” Savannah made a bratty face but answered him sweetly while bumping me with her belly and tits playfully. I bumped back and held on to her. I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart as far as I could.

“Oh it’s like that now, is it?” Savannah pulled mine as far apart as she could and, from the feeling of moist-air, I knew I was fully exposed from behind. We struggled like this, bumping each other with our chins and tits and squeezing each other’s asses, while Crystal and April played their game of one-upsmanship at the fence.

The cat-fighting between my cousin and I was actually fun; and we almost didn’t notice that my Aunt had let a guy pay five dollars to lotion up Savannah and another guy paid ten to coat us both with sun cream.

“You two stop fighting long enough to let the nice man put lotion all over you. Stay just like you are!” Crystal demanded our attention.

“Yes Ma’am,” we both sounded reluctant. There used to be an old show on Nick at Night called “Little House on the Prairie.” The blonde, blue-eyed Nelly Olsen was the daughter of the rich family that owned the local store and a total bitch. I would channel her attitude when I wanted to play the spoiled princess who will acquiesce to her Aunt, but chafed at the restraints placed on her.

“In a moment, I am going to have you turn around and stand butt to butt. I want your butt cheeks touching and I want you holding each other’s hands at your sides-so they don’t get into any mischief.”

She made us say we understood before adding, “If your slutty, little nipples are hard because you are turned on by your punishment and I find out you are trying to seduce the nice gentleman who was kind enough to stop and make sure you had suntan lotion on your bodies properly – I will make you both wear the O-rings on your nipples that O.J left behind. Would you like to have to put them on right now in front of him?”

“Yes Ma’am,” Savannah said before changing it to “No Ma’am” as if she didn’t care one way or the other whether she had to show her tits.

The man looked like he disliked us both – and wanted us to both have to wear the O-rings. I think Savannah enjoyed playing apathetic about it because it was getting his goat.

I wondered if she really didn’t care if she had to wear the brutal little rubber-bands around her nipples – I certainly did. I kept my mouth shut and stuck my nose up defiantly to lend support to my cousin.

“You two didn’t act like this at the mall yesterday!” Tawny accused us of deceiving the man who had paid to touch me all over and rub suntan lotion into my skin while I held my cousin tightly.

“We were not on restriction last night, Ma’am” I answered for us. “We are now because we fucked up last night.”

“What did you do wrong to get into trouble?” Tawny wanted to put me on the spot and prove this was a scam to our customer.

“I was caught playing with my pussy and asshole, Ma’am; when I should not have been. That is why my Aunt doesn’t want me touching myself. She knows I’d love it if someone,” I bumped my ass backwards and ground it into the man’s lap, “played with my butt.”

He smiled.

“This kind man knows my Aunt is watching and so is everyone else,” I reminded him seductively that we were being watched. It was more for my protection so that he didn’t get too forward now, even though I was hinting he should. “So he won’t give me the satisfaction of just a little fingering on my tight little holes.” I tightened my grip on my cousin’s ass cheeks and let go. I turned around to face the man and bumped her butt cheeks with mine before asking sweetly “Can you do my front now, Sir?”

“Does she have hard nipples?” Crystal asked him to confirm whether I did or didn’t.

I flicked my eyes down and then bit my lip before casting them up at him. It was a move I had seen vulnerable women do, just before the man kisses them in romantic movies; and I wasn’t sure if I looked goofy or not – but he sighed and stared back into my eyes so I must have.

“I think she is alright,” he stammered.

“I don’t believe it,” Crystal called from the pool lounger like an imperious queen on her throne, “pinch one just to make sure?”

He pinched my left nipple and teased it slightly like he was turning a radio knob. I moaned softly and whispered, “Check the other one too please, it might be hard!”

Crystal took that as her que to stalk forward, even though the guy wasn’t going to rat me out – the nipples were hard.

“You will roll these rubber bands on your fat, sensitive little nubs right here and right now!” Crystal ordered.

“But Ma’am!” I stomped one foot, “He will get to see my boobies!” I knew he was going to see them and I’ve flashed them before – I was playing a role but at the same time wrestling with the fact that my instinct was to apologize and be a good girl.

I was envious how Savannah didn’t seem to have that same angel on her shoulder telling her to be good – just two devils on either shoulder with each of them competing to see what ass-cheek she was going to tell him to kiss.

“You flashed him earlier didn’t you?” Crystal accused me of something I did not do and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

I hadn’t, but I said, “I didn’t think you saw that, Ma’am.” and pouted like a spoiled brat.

The man had a smile from ear to ear at my reluctance to show him my tits and the situation I was in.

“Well now everyone here will get a good look,” Crystal insisted and added, “You don’t have more than a handful for anyone to see. This nice man doesn’t care about your little girl boobs with your puffy nipples. He likes real tits like these!!” Crystal slid one of her nipples from out of her bathing suit and winked at the man.

He was in hog-heaven at this point – smiling and beside himself that he had our attention.

“What about me?” Savannah interrupted – demanding to be the center of attention again as well.

“I didn’t hear you say ‘Ma’am’, so I know you are not talking to me?” Crystal insisted.

“I don’t want to say Ma’am anymore,” Savannah whined. “It’s not fair-airrr!” she drew out the word fair to whine a little more.

“I wish I could just shut you up,” Crystal called back to her daughter.

“Why don’t you stick a sponge in her mouth then, Ma’am” I decided to play the Nellie Olsen I remembered from Little House on the Prairie and throw my cousin under the bus by kissing up.

Savannah bumped my ass with hers hard and said “Hey, whose side are you on slut?”

“She is bumping asses with me, Ma’am!!” I told on my cousin like a whiny brat. This was all part of the act – but telling on someone for breaking the rules actually came very natural to me.

“That is it! You two are too big for me to spank, but I sure wish I knew someone who had the balls and the strength to do it properly!!” Crystal insisted we bend over and both put sponges in our mouth.

“Me? But what did I do, Ma’am?” I whined. I don’t know why I was surprised and felt betrayed after all my kissing up that I was getting the same punishment as my cousin – this was after all part of the game.

“Would you stick a sponge in that bitches mouth, Sir?” Crystal told the man who up to this point had been lovingly rubbing my belly and tits with lotion. He reached down into the soapy water and pulled out a wet sponge and popped it in my mouth.

“A clean one would have worked,” Crystal grinned, as I mumbled a scream into the soapy sponge that had been in the dirty water. He had to be asked to pop another sponge into my cousin’s mouth and then Crystal gave him the sales pitch about paddling us –

“I hate to ask you to do this but I trust you. I just can’t reach these two as you can see. I’ve tried spanking them, but they just laugh – would you be willing to help me out? I am super in debt out here and they are working that off, could we work out like kind of a little trade?” she had practiced making it sound like she wasn’t sure how to come out and ask that she’d let a total stranger pay to punish us, because of her situation and the fact we won’t listen to her.

“Can I do it across her tits? Because I can see how pink their butts are and that hasn’t changed their attitude,” the man asked.

“Their bare boobs?” Crystal considered this new request.

“Well you were going to make her pop her top to put that ring on – I just figured? I mean I don’t mean to sound like a pervert or anything,” the man backpedaled a little.

“Oh no!” Crystal assured him she thought nothing of the sort. In point of fact – if it wasn’t for perverts we wouldn’t have any business at all. She was most certainly sure he was perverted and was thankful for it. “You are just asking because you care about my girls and want what is best for them like I do. I mean it won’t kill them to get smacked there; and it’s not like you are doing it because it would turn you on to spank the titties of two teenage girls, right?” she did everything to rev his engine and let him visualize us standing up while he smacked our boobies.

“Mrrmmmamf, arareafeee!” I mumbled into my gag.

“Remove her sponge so I can hear what Ellen has to say,” Crystal sighed.

He pulled out my sponge and I rapidly spit out some of the dirty water, “I was just asking please no – not my tits – in front of everyone, Ma’am!” I pleaded. I knew it was inevitable that it was going to happen, but it was important to give this man his money’s worth. I also really did prefer it be on my bottom and not my sensitive tits.

“I would let him go do it in private but I am afraid you might seduce him and try to get him to pay you to let him suck on them, you would do that wouldn’t you, you little tramp?” Crystal asked me.

I nodded and opened my mouth wide for the sponge to be put back in. He dutifully replaced it.

“I could probably let you take her in private and deliver that spanking but I’d have to ask to hold your money until you got back. I would prefer you do it right here in the open if you could but - you know how people might talk and think it is going too far to do it in front of everyone at the pool.” Crystal sounded reluctant to offer to do this in private – but it was part of the ruse. “I am afraid if you go in private she might agree to do dirty, naughty things and I would have no way of knowing,” Crystal made every word she just said sound naughty.

I was pretty naïve by Buckman standards; but even I figured out from her subtle hints to him, that she expected me to offer these things if he took me in the bathroom and she was hinting to me that if he wanted to do it – I should offer and charge him. I had never done anything quite as sexual as that yet, but obviously Crystal thought I was capable of it.

I was already thinking in my head what naughty thing I was going to offer to him and how much I was going to charge. I did not want my ‘first time’ sexually to be in a public restroom for money – but I was already thinking about how far I was willing to go in one.

What has happened to me in the past week that I immediately started thinking about how far I’d let this stranger go with me – instead of rejecting this idea as too far?

It turns out I didn’t have to decide how far he could go with me.

“So you are telling me that I could take her in the bathroom and whip her tits or I could make her take off her top and do it right here?” he asked, as if he couldn’t believe this was even a choice.

“Yeah but,” my Aunt was trying to maximize our profit and get him to take me off some place private. She really didn’t care if I popped my top in public – and she was clearly bored of negotiating with him. “You heard him, Ellen,” she told me. “Pull your tits out like you did to flash all those boys last night.”

“Yeah Ellen, you stuck up little twat” Tawny was still watching from the fence with her mother encouraging me sadistically, “Whip them Ta-Ta’s out like you did last night.”

She had probably been at the pool last night and would have known I wasn’t there. She looked like she delighted in seeing me in this situation and I hated to give her the satisfaction.

My Aunt ignored Tawny but she had heard April. She was probably silently calculating whether or not to deny Tawny just to shut the bully down or make me show my tits in order to sell this bit to the trick we were hustling.

“Aunt Crystal!” I pleaded, “I promise I won’t give him a hand-job or something if he takes me in private.” I decided I’d rather try and masturbate this guy than I would stand in front of the entire pool area and the Haislip women; and give them the satisfaction of my dressing down.

“No you wouldn’t just GIVE it to a good man like him would you?” my Aunt snickered. “You WOULD give it to whatever pretty boy you like at the time, but for a good man like him you’d charge him a lot of money for the privilege of your fat fingers on his dick. Now pop that top and get those rubber bands rolled on your stubby nipples before I decide to make you drop your bottoms too!”

The man licked his lips in anticipation.

I felt everyone’s eyes hanging on me like a weight. They couldn’t wait to watch what I did next. I couldn’t return his gaze, or look at Tawny and April who stood at the fence like two black magpies squawking at my misfortune.

I don’t know if it was the constant murmurs of laughter, or just the over-the-top nature of standing in the broad daylight in front of everyone with my top pulled off, but I was feeling belligerent now and awkwardly shy.

The day before we had very tight supervision and discipline and were making money – I embraced it and did a good job. I actually tried harder in that environment because I felt we were making money for the house. Even though we were today as well – it felt different and like I really didn’t have to do this and should not be doing it.

Tawny said something that I will never forget. She taunted “You look lost – perhaps you took a wrong turn at Slutville?”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that. I had been so caught up in this exercise yesterday with Junior at the end of the day - I probably would have said something like “Yes Ma’am, I should go back to Slutville and start a home on slut avenue with my slut husband and live with my 2.5 slut kids.”

Instead, I glared at her while I stood frozen with my ass pushed up against my cousin in the warm morning sun.

“You mind if I go fuck dork-boy?” Tawny asked me with a scowl. “He doesn’t look like he knows what the inside of a vagina feels like –I think the two of you are actually virgins.”

I felt a red blossoming of humiliation spread across my face in a way that I’ve never blushed before. I think whether I wanted to admit it to myself – exposing myself to strangers and humiliation was way less embarrassing to me than being exposed openly in a gratuitous lie.

She knew!

You know how they say a bull shitter can tell another bull shitter? Was it possible that she could tell I wasn’t an actual slut like her, just by how I carried myself?

The realization that in truth – I am a virgin who is just pretending to be a slut for money was hitting me hard. My mind began to shout that I was a faker and a fraud and I was going to be found out!

I felt my ears warm up as they filled with my blood for a whole new reason. She was laughing because I felt she knew I had made up everything.

“She ain’t no fucking virgin any more than you are, you dumb bitch” Savannah had been silent through most of this – but she came to my aid to defend me.

It is a bit surreal to me to think that someone saying I was NOT a virgin was defending me – but there it was.

Once Savannah had stood up for me I saw doubt spread across Tawny’s jackal-like visage and I knew I had to prove her wrong.

“Yes Ma’am,” I acquiesced to my Aunt. I pulled my top to the side so both of my boobs popped out and were visible. I reached up and touched them to adjust them so they were fully visible in front of everyone.

I grabbed the two black, rubber O-rings from my Aunt’s pool table and quickly stood back in my original position with my butt pushed up against Savannah’s ass.

Rolling the O-rings over my nipples took longer than I thought because they were already sore and engorged from the previous day – but also because I was deeply aroused; and my body was filling them with the blood coursing through my veins due to heightened adrenalin.

I didn’t say a word to Tawny, or even look her in the eye, but from her lack of cat-calls and taunts I knew that I had just shut her up; and that filled me with the smug sense of satisfaction at a small victory.

Yesterday when the entrance to the Buckman became a ghost town we could stand naked almost with impunity and very few people had the opportunity to even notice. This was not the case this morning as the busy entrance of the Buckman filled with three cars waiting to leave or turn into the park – people honked and whoo-hooed me, but I paid them no special attention.

“What should I use to spank her tits?” my would-be punisher asked my Aunt, as if I was not standing right there- and that my feelings on the matter were meaningless. He talked about me as if I were an object.

“Your hand I guess,” Crystal didn’t seem to care one way or the other, and didn’t see the point of the question. She had gone back to portraying someone who was aloof and ‘checked out’ about concern for details – or she really didn’t care about these details. I was never quite certain.

He put his rough hands on my bare chest and massaged around the nipples while looking me in the face. The cement and gravel from his working man’s hands scraped my soft skin and made my knees buckle because I am so sensitive on my tits.

“She jerks around like a nervous man trying to nail jelly to a tree while a dog tries to hump his leg,” I didn’t understand his simile but everyone else laughed at it – Tawny and April laughed loudest.

“Ellen Tinkle, are you getting turned on by him spanking your tits?” my Aunt asked me. I secretly wished I had a code-name or a fake name. The fact she said my full name made me imagine someone from here looking me up if we ever return to Cherry Lawn Estates and telling everyone how I spent my summer – even though that sounds crazy.

I reminded myself, here in the Buckman I could seem like just another attention-whore slut like so many others in order to quell my private fears of someone finding me if I ever return to what I consider “real-life”.

“Ellen Tinkle? Are you stalling?” my aunt prompted me to respond.

“No Ma’am!” That woke me from my stupor of introspection. “I just didn’t want to admit in front of everyone how wet my pussy is!” I answered without hesitation – to a round of laughs from the people at the pool who were watching my spectacle.

I was play-acting the snot-nosed, rich-bitch princess from out of town who is over-sexed, but at the same time I was also telling the truth about one thing – my pussy WAS wet. I was still uncomfortable and humiliated saying it out loud – even though a part of me justified it as a means to an end of paying off our debts and enticing other customers.

“Conner,” Crystal ordered without looking up. She just assumed my brother was within earshot as she instructed him to, “cut a switch so this man can whip your sister’s tits, will you dear?”

“Sure!” my brother didn’t have to sound so cheerful about his new assignment. I gave him a sour look and he smiled back like he was enjoying selecting a branch off a nearby tree a little too much.

Lloyd helped him select one and they quickly sawed it off with a razor knife. It wasn’t quick enough for me – I had to stand at attention with my tits out. “Conner, will you fucking hurry up? So this perv will stop staring at my titties?” I said with the most rich-bitch tone I could muster.

I was trying to play “Veronica” from the Archie Comics, and the intended effect was that the man seethed with eagerness to give me 10 swats across the tits.

He delivered them quickly and harshly and I yelped between each one. He had made no stipulation about thanking him, counting, and commenting, the way Junior had the day before and I didn’t offer to do it.

He commented creepily that he wished his own daughters would be as obedient as I was. I didn’t want to even think about in what context he felt this was actual parenting – but I smiled and nodded at him as if I agreed.

At the end of my short punishment I thanked him and shivered. “Mom,” I corrected myself, “I mean Aunt Crystal - may I pull my top back on and finish washing his car? I learned my lesson this time!”

“Mommy?” Crystal goofed on me. “You will wish I was your mommy! I am twice the hard-ass and double the bitch she will ever be!”

I found myself quietly debating that. I shuddered at the thought of my mom discovering what I was doing out here – or if she would even understand why we were doing this – much less approve of it. I did think she would be far more consistent in her discipline if she had been in charge.

I slowly began to realize that what I was missing was the consistent discipline of the day before. Everything had happened so quickly but like bottled lightning – it had been intense and contained in that day. We were doing the same activities today, but there had been something missing. The consequences, the fears, the rituals – I couldn’t figure it out, but I knew it just wasn’t as authentic as it had been the day before.

“If you really want to punish her,” Tawny wasn’t quite done with me, “turn on that garden hose and make her spray her twat for five minutes with it.”

“Sure,” my Aunt offered, “for five bucks.”

My eyes grew wide as Tawny wasted no time going back to her pocket book and fetching five dollars to hand over the fence to my Aunt.

“You sure you can afford this?” Crystal mocked her, AFTER she had safely taken the money, “Syphilis shots cost a lot of money.”

“You would know,” Tawny shot a glance at my Aunt and told me to pull down my bottoms and start.

I had already put my top back on right and Savannah was back half-ass washing a car and flirting with another stranger.

I saw my brother lean against a pole he was using to clean out the pool and watch me. “Don’t you have work to do, Dork boy?” I sneered at him. I hoped he didn’t take it personally. I made a mental note to make sure he knew this was all part of an act. My brother could sometimes misunderstand certain social cues and right now I couldn’t afford for him to hate me.

I turned the garden hose way up and then pulled my bikini bottoms down around my thighs just above my knees, “Like this, Ma’am?”

“No, closer to the sidewalk – over here so we can see you,” Tawny directed me to a spot where I’d be even more exposed to the visitors of the Buckman and the pool area. I waddled over to where she told me and then uncrimped the garden hose – pointing the cool water onto my pussy.

Here is where I would put a bunch of “OOHHHHH” and “AWWWW!!” if I could remember the intense orgasm I gave myself. As soon as the water hit me on my nearly- bald pussy I was blissfully aware, with a big smile, of how soothing it felt. It didn’t take long for my imagination to join with my subconscious, in what felt like a wave of permission overtaking my body, to have a fantastic orgasm.

It was as if my mind said to me, “Ellen? Hello Ellen? Yes, this is your mind. I am about to let you have a spastic, convulsing orgasm and you are going to just go ahead and do it. You are going to ride it and you aren’t going to care what anyone says or does. In fact, you are going to dance around like an idiot marionette on strings and let everyone hear you coo and mewl like a kitten.”

I did exactly as my mind instructed me – I was totally uninhibited for a full four minutes and thirty seconds. I took the water away from my clit a few times to try to wash another part of my body, only to be told by Tawny to “Get it right back there, sister!”

I didn’t pay any attention to her and her mother laughing like Magpies on the fence. I didn’t pay attention to the men leering at me. I didn’t pay attention to Savannah saying something about why I get all the luck and she has to work. I did not pay attention to Lloyd and Conner stopping work and staring at me gyrate and grunt myself to ecstasy – an image of his lusty sister I am sure that would be burned into Conner’s mind.

I did however see Ryan, after about four minutes and thirty seconds of the wild dance, and felt instant disgust and regret with myself. I started to come down quickly and stopped bucking and prancing.

O.J. and S.S were close behind Ryan – they had come to check on us. O.J had a look around at the business we did, and sent Conner and Ryan to get us lunch. He wrote on a cardboard sign:

“Make my niece show you what she does with our garden hose at home – five bucks.”

I was to claim I had been caught playing with myself in the yard; and recreate it for anyone with five bucks and the curiosity to ask about the sign, that was now planted in front of Crystal’s lawn chair.

The lunch, and a good portion of the day, went pretty much as it had the day before. We lacked a certain amount of enthusiasm that we had the day before. We certainly weren’t making the kind of money or generating the amount of buzz and rumor as the day before.

There were quite a few hot girls at the trailer park by mid-afternoon in bikinis as small as ours that looked much hotter than me. O.J. had told us that the other attractive women would help lure men into see what was going on. He explained that Tawny and April were a blessing in disguise to us – but Crystal said, “More like dog-shit in disguise.”

“Guys want to see pretty girls, men are going to come here to gawk at them and you’ll be here to rid them of their cash,” O. J. explained patiently and quietly, so no one overheard and thought he was actually being nice to us.

He was giving us a pep talk of sorts because I think he also recognized that something was off today. “I want you two to say Sir and Ma’am when you aren’t at work.”

He explained to us that in order to keep up appearances we’ll need to make sure that people don’t see us outside of the pool area differently. “I want you to be in the right mindset the next day,” he explained.

Savannah was just about to predictably balk at this new requirement when Junior’s new shiny, white, Cadillac pulled up and the dark windows rolled down.