Chapter Thirty

Men have feelings too – for instance, we feel hungry.

“No rest for the wicked,” O.J. broke up Ted and Crystal’s conciliatory hug and announced “It is chow time.”

“Good, Sir,” Savannah shouted, while walking back from the bathroom and wiping her mouth. “After that little bit of nothing – I am still hungry!” She teased Catfish as if the cum she must have sucked out of his cock only whet her appetite.

Catfish had a hang-dog expression and looked at the ground as he walked out of the bathroom with my nude cousin.

“Men have feelings too you know,” Catfish pouted and adjusted his zipper.

“Yeah just two, hungry and horny,” Crystal offered with a laugh.

Catfish actually nodded and smiled at her. He said, “I’m going to go home for a while. I’ll be back later.”

“Just like a man,” Savannah watched him walk away, shaking her head. “You suck his dick and he don't even say bye.”

“Get that suit out of your ass and get dressed for lunch!” O.J. demanded. “You aren’t supposed to be sucking cocks on the job. That is exactly why you are being punished out here.”

“Can I at least wash it out first, Sir?” Savannah didn’t bristle at O.J.’s mock-anger. Instead she casually popped the gum she had left on the napkin into her mouth then bent over and faced her ass towards him. She slowly popped her bikini out of her asshole one inch at a time – stopping to let the knots in the string force her sphincter open and then close tightly again once it passed through. The men looked at her like hungry dogs with a juicy steak being waved in their face while she put on her free-show.

Ted teased O.J. “I thought you had a problem with them performing naked,” while he set up some stuff on a table for lunch.

O.J. answered by shrugging, “I am not made of stone. I just know they won’t pay for what they have seen all afternoon for free. You want to tease them – keep it interesting.”

Ted had set up the plastic foam fingers with a note that read “finger my girls 1 dollar” on a table.

“What is this?” O.J. asked him while my cousin washed her suit and my Aunt and I went back to hula-hooping to bring over interested potential tricks to watch us get fed.

“This?” Ted asked and then explained he had the plastic skulls and other crap he bought at the mall and he wanted to try to sell them today.

“You have a bunch of random shit in a box –you want to sell. What the fuck is this? A broken windshield wiper?” O.J. held up the windshield wiper that had been used to spank us earlier.

Ted demonstrated it by striking Savannah across the tits while she was squatting in front of them to dress.

“You need to take some of those earnings and go get some better shit tonight. I don’t want you to turn this into a fucking trashy flea-market.” O.J. insisted.

“Yes, we want to keep this place fancy!!” I said in my most regal faux-English aristocratic accent while I held up my finger while I struggled to remember how to hula-hoop.

“Only the finest cheez-whiz if you please!” my brother joined me in the joking about trying to keep our little scam-job classy.

Lloyd grabbed three hula-hoops and tossed one over his head and one on both arms. My cousin began spinning them effortlessly in different directions, “Do you have any gray poop on?” he asked in a slightly less country accent.

“You check that underwear and you probably got some fucking brown poop on,” Savannah replied coyly as she shielded her eyes from the sun.

“I think Lloyd may be doing more harm than good out here like this,” Ted told O.J. he was uncomfortable with Lloyd participating like the girls.

“You are the ring-master of this little circus,” O.J. answered him. “You are going to have to manage the day to day. If you don’t want him scaring the boners off your customers then you tell him to go police the pool deck.”

“I likes it,” Skeeter, the old man who had performed as one of the legs in our race, was sitting in a chair in what was now the V.I.P. area. His voice was a measured, gritty southern drawl and what few words he did say sounded like the gift of homespun wisdom even if they were’nt. I got the impression the mean-little freckle faced kid was related to him – probably a grandson. His grandson was there with him as well as The Wrestler.

I wasn’t sure what Skeeter was commenting on – I assumed Lloyd’s participation.

The Wrestler hadn’t said anything except for “WHIP -- IT-- OUT, WHOOOOOO!” and I wasn’t sure who he was talking too. He might have been drunk. He was wearing a John Cena tank top and sweat pants while he fingered his balls excitedly every now and then.

The Leaner was leaning against the garbage can and leering at me. “I don’t mind him hula-hooping. He does a better job than the other two do.”

These four men were our only audience at the moment. April and Tawny had left with the rest of the crowd when they dispersed after the race and there were only a handful of people at the pool.

“I don’t recall asking for your opinions on how to discipline my son,” Ted spun to address the four men and silenced their feedback while reaching for a beer and offering them one. Ted made a show of looking like he couldn’t be told what to do but then agreed with them, “Too much estrogen with them up there anyway. It will do my son good to get a little discipline and be good variety – a little sumthin’ fer errybody”.

Lloyd didn’t say anything and he often had a big goofy smile on his face. I may have been reading too much into his expression but I think he liked being called “Son” instead of Step-son.

“I’LL TAKE A BEER!! WHOO-HOOO!!!” The Wrestler popped a Pabst Blue Ribbon and sprayed suds all over himself and the others in the process.

Skeeter accepted a beer, but the Leaner and the red-headed boy declined. I think drinking laws matter about as much in the Buckman as laws against slutty girls shaking their bare-tits because it happens so often.

“Stand out the way Stink-butt,” Savannah approached us and confidentially tried to manage three hula-hoops like her brother was. When she couldn’t quite get the hang of it she stuck her tongue out at him and pretended not to be jealous of how easy he made it look.

To her credit she kept trying and wasn’t half bad at it within a few minutes. Her mom picked up a hula-hoop and began spinning it on her arm and one around her left ankle and called for some ‘Good Music!”

-CLICK- they tuned the radio back to something funky.

Hey, Once I was a funky singer playin' in a Rock and Roll Band

I never had no problems, yeah

Burnin' down one night stands

And everything around me, yeah

Got to stop to feelin' so low And I decided quickly (Yes I did)

To disco down and check out the show

I have to admit – I was getting caught up in their natural competitiveness. I couldn’t resist the urge to add a second hula hoop and twirl it on my wrist – and paid no attention that my boobs and ass were shaking and bouncing as I did. I just embraced the fun and whooped it up with my family.

“I like them better in high heels,” I heard O.J. comment that he liked to see how it made us walk with our asses stuck out. He told Ted, “I will take you to the mall tonight and you can pick out some spiked heels for the girls to wear.”

“Can’t Sir,” Crystal informed him while dancing to the beat and hula hooping, “Terms of the bet – we’ve got to stay under discipline 24/7 now. If anyone catches us out at the mall buying shoes we’ll blow this whole thing.”

She said it loud enough the V.I.P section of guys heard – but they didn’t react to it in any way. My Aunt was right. We had run into the Haislip women the day before. If they managed to catch us on cell-phone camera then they would probably love to tell everyone we faked the bet.

“I don’t see why that is a problem,” O.J. scratched his stubbled chin pensively.

My Aunt was about to explain when O.J. continued “You’ll go under discipline and be fitted for shoes to help you carry out your duties. You’ll tell people you lost a bet and behave – Ted will even find a way for you to make some money while you are there looking for shoes.”

“Fuck yeah,” Ted cheered this new idea.

“Now hang on,” Savannah wanted clarification “I ain’t walking around the mall in this fucking bikini for just a pair of nice shoes, Sir.” I was glad I wasn’t the only one who wanted a line to be drawn some place as to how far this all goes.

“I’ll pay for the shoes out of my cut,” O.J. assured her. “You will all wear something street legal but eye-catching and not a bikini. You can spend your share of your earnings. You just have to behave like you are under Ted’s authority.”

“Bitch training!” Ted clarified and O.J. nodded and shrugged. Clearly, O.J. didn’t care what Ted called it.

Ted promised us all a good dinner and he’d buy Savannah a new outfit if she behaved at the mall.

“Fine,” that’s all it took to get Savannah on board – so much for getting firm definitions of what was expected of us and how far Ted could push me. I had a feeling he was going to make me suck cocks and even naughtier stuff soon.

“Hurry up and fucking stop, Buddy!” Savannah said softly to herself while a truck slowed down to gawk at us “I am fucking hungry and I’ll even eat this shit for ya!”

The driver couldn’t hear her. All he saw from behind his steering wheel were three women in skimpy bikinis jumping around and hula-hooping. He probably didn’t even notice Lloyd performing with us.

It wasn’t long before Savannah got her wish and we once again had a small crowd buzzing, with at least three cars waiting to be washed. I was surprised that Crystal adapted so easily to being one of us and waved and smiled over at the men.

She had previously been so aloof and surly while pretending to read a book or a magazine, only to look up to take the money of one of our tricks. She had a big toothy grin and put on a completely different persona of an attention-seeking, friendly, slut.

She actually looked like she was having fun, but I was able to catch her grimacing every now and then. This was especially true when a guy refused to return her waves and giggles and looked at us instead. I don’t think she saw us as rivals and I think even some of her jealousy was an act – she’d try a little harder in order to get them to glance back her way.

We were actually making these guys happy. I had to look at the bright side and not be entirely cynical. They got a huge smile out of seeing us out there jiggling and wiggling and they were willing to pay – which helped out my family in the long run.

Ted had posted up a sign on the cost of feeding us being too high. He had explained he’d let the guy’s feed us lunch and the first one to step up was the mean-little red-faced freckled boy.

I asked Savannah what his name was because she gave him dirty glances and he shot them back at her as well. I think she intimidated him.

“Watch this,” Savannah grinned. “Hey Opie Sir,” Savannah got the boy’s attention with a friendly wave. “You gonna buy me lunch, Sir? I am soo hungry,” Savannah rubbed her tummy and pantomimed exaggeratedly begging for food, “just five bucks for a hot dog!”

Opie glanced back at her and said nothing. He whispered in Skeeter’s ear and Skeeter handed him some money..

“See? “Savannah nodded knowingly to me once Opie walked up to Ted to pay his money. “He fucking HATEs being called Opie,” she whispered.

“Crystal – you are on,” Ted jerked his thumb in Opie’s direction “He wants to buy you a hot dog.”

“You little shit,” Crystal whispered to herself, “I remember babysitting you!” But she hustled over to where Ted and he were standing and left her hula-hoops next to us.

“Do you have mustard?” he asked Ted.

“Mayo or mustard is an extra dollar and the girl’s supply the buns,” Ted glibly replied and took an extra dollar from the boy.

“So how do you want to do this, Sir?” Crystal towered at least two heads taller than the boy in front of him. She wasn’t fat, but she was well toned and with a fine-sheen of sweat on her tan skin; reminded me of a strong Clydesdale waiting for a rider who is simply too small for her.

Opie pointed to the sidewalk and my Aunt kneeled in front of him and opened her mouth wide. She stuck out her tongue for him to feed her the dog.

He squirted a bottle of mayo into her mouth and she nearly choked on it. She had closed her eyes and it startled her. “Gah,” she looked up at Ted with consternation but licked her lips and was ready for the hot dog.

“You used to babysit me when I was little,” the boy reminded her as he put the tip of the hot dog into her mouth and told her not to bite down hard.

“You don’t say?” Crystal pretended not to remember as she ‘smoked’ the end of the hot dog but didn’t bite, “Well thank you for feeding me today, the way I used to feed you sir.”

There was a trace of her mocking sense of humor but Opie continued to work the tip of the hot dog into her mouth and then instruct her to bite down. The V.I.P. section was glued to this while Ted talked to some new tricks who wanted to feed us.

Lloyd didn’t get discouraged that none of the customers were women. He would periodically do a complete back flip before returning to hula hooping and stayed positive. The sweat was running down his well-muscled back and glistening in the sun.

“Opie, you gonna feed me next right?” Savannah looked a little jealous of her mom getting the attention and now sounded a little needy. She had been teasing him earlier and goading him. I don’t think she cared that Opie didn’t like her as much as she didn’t want to see her mom get all the attention, when she had bragged how easy it was to rope him in.

He smiled at her and fed her mother the hot dog. He instructed when to bite down and nibble and Crystal smiled up at him. “You know – you may have to come see me in a few years and we’ll have a talk, sir,” she said quietly when he was finished.

“What’s that?” Ted asked looking down while counting money from another customer.

“Just that I love you so much Sir,” Crystal lied. “Thank you for taking the time to make sure we get fed a nutritious diet of the four basic food groups.”

“Yeah,” Savannah agreed and listed the four basic food groups: “Things shaped like cock, things that look like cum, things that look like balls and things we put up our ass.”

She was kneeling under a man who poured milk from the gallon jug directly on to her face when she said it. It spilled down her chin and dribbled down her chest and she told him “Oh damn Sir,” shaking her hair and flashing her baby blue eyes at him “I wasn’t ready for that one. Can you go buy another for me?”

“No, he cannot,” Ted insisted the man pour another on her face for free and blamed her for wasting milk. “Keep your mind on your own business and learn from this!”

“It’s just I am so hungry and want some of that Burger King, Sir!” Savannah pleaded.

“That is what makes you such a fat ass,” Ted chided her and sent someone over to feed her a carrot. “Just show this guy how much you love carrots before he feeds it to you – to show how much you appreciate him pitching in and providing lunch to you.”

Savannah smiled sourly, “Yes Sir.” and pulled her breasts apart for the man to put the carrot between her tits –which he gladly did. She fucked it between her tits and fed herself bits and pieces for him.

Ted started giving the men a Dixie-cup after that to ration the milk shots. He sold them for a dollar a cup and about half of the milk ended up in our hair and running down our chest. It seemed like the point was to aim for our mouth while we knelt but still miss at the same time. We had to thank them and accept responsibility for not getting it all in our mouth – asking for their forgiveness.

I had not had a customer yet and neither had Lloyd. I was starting to feel a rumbling in my tummy and like I had earlier, when the others were doing more advanced hula-hoops. I was more embarrassed no one picked me than I was to have to kneel down before these people and let them feed me like an animal.

It strengthened my resolve to plead for a customer by trying to wave them over from the entrance. I played on the guilt of the guys standing there waiting for their turn with Savannah or Crystal to feed me instead.

Lloyd even had a lucky break when Terry’s white Bentley convertible pulled up with the top down. The sexy blonde was snapping her fingers to our music and said “Oh, I love that song.”

She was pleased to see we were still out here. “I thought you’d give up on Monday,” her voice was husky and there was a slight hint of cattiness to it. She rubbed Lloyd’s chest and pinched his butt.

“You’ll do,” she led him over to Ted by the hard-on in his underwear and unsnapped her pocket book. “How much to feed this starving boy? Why he is nothing but skin and bones.”

“I would sell you an Adam’s apple to feed him but you already have one of those,” Ted answered sarcastically while handing a man a banana to peel for one of us.

“Still the same asshole since high school aren’t you Ted?” Terry rolled her eyes at him.

“I just liked you more when you played football and went drinking with the guys,” Ted answered sourly.

“I still play it better than you,” she reminded him he was third-string and she was a starting running back.

“It’s safe to say you are no longer TIGHT-end material,” Ted looked behind her. She was actually wearing a skimpy white-dress that framed her curves very nicely.

“I have half a mind to slap your fat little face,” Terry sounded very serious and started to put away her pocket book but held up a twenty with a sultry-smile. “I’ll slap his instead – now give me three hot-dogs and a banana!”

Ted smiled back and took the money and asked her while pointing to her crotch, “You already chopped YOUR hot-dog off?”

“You will have to pay a lot more than twenty to find out, honey,” Terry let Lloyd carry his food a few feet away from Ted and began to tease and feed him. I think Lloyd genuinely enjoyed playing a trained seal performing tricks on command for a delighted Terry.

That left me all alone and without anyone to feed me while the other three were on their knees. Crystal and Savannah were both locked in their own personal competition with three or four guys waiting to feed them at a time.

I was desperate now to get someone to feed me. “Woo-Hoo!! Please? My maid, personal chef and butler are on holiday, I shant require much! Would someone be so kind as to provide me with a menu to order from?” I began my rich-bitch routine.

“I’ll feed you a booger,” Opie was standing right under my tits when I looked down at him – I hadn’t seen him until I heard him and looked down. He picked his nose right in front of me and held it up for me.

I looked at Ted shaking my head no. That was just too disgusting. I tried to smile at his offer as if it were something a reasonable person would want and not something disgusting and perverted.

“How about a nice glass of sun-toasted, luke-warm milk Sir?” I offered sweetly as a substitute.

The buck-toothed little boy only repeated his earlier question and said, “I’ll give you a dollar!”

I looked over at Ted who was handling a small line of two to three men wanting to feed one of us – most likely Savannah or Crystal. He didn’t see me asking for help – to get this twisted little boy away from me and tell him no. I wasn’t sure it was in character for me to rebuff him and I stood there on my tippy toes with my shoulder blades raised in disgust to keep him from putting his snot-goo in my mouth.

“I’ll give you two dollars,” I heard the familiar voice of Tawny Haislip walking up from Seminole avenue behind me, “if you’ll let me pour this cherry slurpee over your head.”

Her mother April was standing right next to the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, big-chested, nymphette. They had changed into swimming suits about as small as the ones we were wearing and they wore them WELL.

“Hardee har-har,” I chided Tawny and her mother. “It looks like you got jealous of our suits. What’s a matter Mrs. Haislip – not getting attention at home?” I sneered.

“My husband was a veteran marine who didn’t come home from Iraq!” April screeched as if I had just poured the ice-cold Slushee over her brown perfectly tousled hair and designer sunglasses.

“Oh I am so sorry, Ma’am!!” I regretted having said that and would have let her pour the slurpee cup over me a million times for having been that insensitive.

“I am just kidding,” she laughed and spanked me on the butt playfully while saying casually, “He is in prison for meth.”

“Ted – two dollars to pour slurpee on your niece’s head here?” Tawny stood close to me on my right side while her mother stood on my left.

“One dollar to make her eat my boogers!” Opie held his finger aloft like it was a point of light at the Olympic Games and made a counter-offer.

Ted scratched his chin pensively in a move that mimicked O.J. while he decided which of the offers to take. I wasn’t sure what was the worse of the two – eating boogers in public or letting this nasty, vindictive witch and her daughter enjoy watching me shiver with red-ice dumped on me.

“Do both,” Ted waved them over to pay first with certainty.

“Sir!!” I stamped my foot. I wasn’t play acting the protesting brat – I found that reaction came totally naturally this time.

“You wasted all your money at the mall and you said you want to waste more of it on buying yourself some fancy shoes – when you know we have bills to pay – didn’t you?”

“Yeah, Juicy Lucy – you want those shoes don’t you?” Tawny tossed the two-dollars at Ted like it was garbage and he was a garbage can.

I didn’t get a chance to answer her before she upturned the entire 64 ounce big cup of slushy-ice onto my head. It was ice-cold and wet and it coated my hair and dripped down my chest to puddle on my tummy and drip on the ground.

(There is only one size of cup I think that is sold in gas stations around the Buckman and that is 64 ounce).

“Aiieeeeeeee!” I screamed in shock – it was cold, and fuck if it didn’t instantly harden my nipples at the same time.

“Don’t bitch so much,” Tawny noticed before anyone else how hard my nips were under the tiny bikini top I was wearing. The suit had clearly never been designed for water because it became see-thru when it was wet, even though the ice was red. “You are obviously enjoying it,” pointing at my hard nipples as evidence.

I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of a response. I know I was supposed to thank her for the donation to the family and feeding me because Ted reminded each girl to do it after they were fed. She hadn’t even tried to feed me and she could be such a little bitch.

“Thank the nice girls for feeding you and then eat the booger, Juicy Lucy!” Ted instructed with very little patience for my hesitation.

“But Sir!” I started to open my mouth and explained why I thought in this case a thank you was wrong. It was all play acting but the rational part of me that wants things to be fair wanted to protest. I didn’t get very far into my explanation when Opie poked his finger into my mouth and shut me up – setting off another wave of laughter.

“Thank you Sir,” I chewed his booger with a look that was probably somewhere between smelling the worst, fart you ever smelled and having someone drop books on your bare-foot. “Your donation is helping my family and feeding me.”

“Hey, what about us?” April asked on behalf of her daughter.

“Oh don’t bust the girls chops” Crystal defended me but added, “Ellen doesn’t appreciate having Slurpee poured over her head. It’s dumb to make her thank you for that. You didn’t even try to feed her, Ma’am!”

Crystal offered the Ma’am very begrudgingly as she made her point.

She might have seemed less absurd if she wasn’t on her knees with her hands behind her head opening her mouth and letting someone put a banana all the way down her throat quickly and pull it out over and over.

“See,” she told the man with pride as he tested her gag-reflex and begged, “told you that you couldn’t make me gag – now let me eat all of it please, Sir.”

“I am thankful for the two dollars and even though I didn’t get to drink it,” I held my hands up because they were dripping with red-pink ice as well, “it is the thought that counts.” I felt this was an accurate and appreciative sentiment – and technically not lying.

“We don’t give a shit what you think,” they laughed at me and threw the cup on the ground at my feet. They were wearing high heels and I have to agree with O.J. as they walked away – their asses did look great. They reminded me of pony’s trotting on the sidewalk in a carriage as they clip-clopped on the sidewalk.

“Pick up that cup and put it in the trash. Let’s not leave this place trashy for O.J. !! Then come get this banana, Ellen!” Ted had found a customer for me now that people saw me accept those last two stunts.

I was so elated to get an actual customer I actually smiled and bent over fully at the waist to pick up the garbage and pranced over to my next trick!