Chapter Thirty-Six

I don’t have ex’s, I have y’s; as in ‘y the hell did I date you?’

I thought that you might just start to think this story is dark. Ted had at this point effectively owned our asses and now he had the electric plug to back it up with the press of a button.

I want to assure that there was also a playful vibe at the same time. Savannah, Crystal, and Lloyd continued to wise-crack and jab at one another and when bold enough at Ted. They had to do it more discretely or indirectly so that he didn’t realize it, usually with subtle tones of sarcasm. “Oh yes, that bag of plastic dicks will sell very well. You are a financial genius Sir!”

It made it so much easier to get sucked up into this situation along with everyone else. Ted finally let us all dress and carry out our purchases.

Along with our rubber bands and plugs:

-Crystal was wearing a see-through tiny black gown with two bright pasties on her nipples and a flesh-colored crescent moon on her pussy.

-I was in a very small top and skirt with heels the same as Lloyd. I had even joked to the girls, “If we do sweet titty cheesecake, I guess Lloyd does sweet dick beefcake?” which made them laugh in agreement.

-Savannah was now wearing a top made from two folded red bandana kerchiefs tied around her chest. She had on ass-less/crotchless leather chaps and heels. She had two black kerchiefs folded in a triangle so that the point hung down in the front and in the back like a loin cloth.

We walked through the hallway of porn studios. Ted made a point of saying, “Best of luck Pastor – come see me tomorrow at the Buckman if you need your pole waxed – err car washed!”

“Thank you,” Pastor Gary took him seriously and called from one of the rooms that we heard the furious fapping of a man masturbating to porn.

We had almost exited the second half of the store with the bongs and marijuana paraphernalia when the bell rung to warn of new customers entering the store.

“Dude, weed us the pass,” it was the two young men who had tied me up on my first full day at the Buckman, when we played Cowboys and Inyuns, and they were smiling with the red-eyes of someone who was high. They had clearly meant to say “Dude, pass us the weed” but neither of them seemed to notice they had mixed up the words or tried to clarify what they were saying.

“THEY said weed!” Ted pointed to the guys and told the cashier he couldn’t sell to them since he wouldn’t sell to Ted. He sounded like Conner when he used to tattle on me to mom when I did something slightly wrong after he got caught doing something more outrageously wrong.

“Of the 250,000 plant species that occur throughout the world, about 1,000 are recognized as weeds,” the young cashier said to the customers with a completely straight face. “Which one are you referring too?”

“Right? Right!” the other young man nodded furiously and gave no further answer, while they browsed the pipes and ignored us.

“Oh, COME on!” Ted was laughably frustrated at the cashier’s double-standard and ready to go to the mall.

“Where is Buford at bro?” one of the young men asked the guy behind the cash register.

He replied, “You ask that every time you come in. I’ve told you, my dad moved away to Cherry Lawn over a year ago. You know that.”

One of the boys nodded and said, “So he isn’t here then?”

“No Gerald he isn’t,” the cashier promised him with certainty.

“Whoa, how did you know my name?” Gerald seemed astonished.

“We went to Buckman High for three years together. I have seen you almost every day in the store.”

“Wow,” Gerald smiled really big as if this were a total mind-fuck to him.

“Weren’t you like my step-mom?” the other boy recognized Crystal and then looked her up and down.

“That was more than a few years ago, Tater,” Crystal seemed flattered she was remembered; and when Ted gave her a butt-stinging from the remote control, she added “Sir” to the end of her sentence.

“You look hawt,” the young man walked up to Savannah and looked her up and down. “Savannah?”

“Yes sir,” she had a snarky smile on her face like she wanted him to just get over the fact she was dressed so outlandishly.

“Lloyd? Bro? What the fuck?” the young man’s haze started to part when he recognized Lloyd’s broad shoulders in the dress.

“It’s Lola right now, Sir,” Lloyd said, then dutifully explained it was part of a game. The young men instantly understood and nodded. They had participated in our game of pretend Cowboys and Indians so they must have assumed this was along the same lines.

“It’s not a fucking game,” Ted insisted on clarifying. “This is to teach you bitches not to bitch so much and behave yourselves!”

“Whoa!” one of the young men said, “Out-fucking-standing!” and the other one admitted he wished he hadn’t huffed all that gas, because he would love to understand what the fuck was going on right now.

“If you guys have about twenty bucks – take your pick and one of these lovely ladies will suck your cock,” Ted offered us up point blank.

The man behind the cashier coughed loudly and reminded Ted that prostitution was strictly prohibited.

Ted clarified that it would have to be outside but did they have the money. The boys both produced twenty dollar bills that they had intended to use to buy something from the store – but were now going to us.

Ted hustled the guys outside and behind the building next to a dirty old dumpster to avoid further abuse from the cashier over this transaction.

“Didn’t you used to be my Dad?” Gerald asked of Ted suspiciously.

“I might – it’s hard to say. I don’t have ex’s, I have y’s; as in ‘y the hell did I date you?” Ted smiled and then confirmed, “Yes, I used to date your mom. I think her name was Sheena or something?”

“Shawna!” Gerald corrected.

“So, she is with Ron now, Sir?” Crystal asked politely of Tater’s dad.

“Yep, she sure is Ma’am,” Tater answered.

“You don’t have to call her Ma’am,” Ted insisted.

Tater asked in the same southern drawl I heard Savannah ask why -“Wha-eye?”

“Because she is being taught a lesson in respect and she cannot be on a first name basis with you – makes her too familiar. She isn’t to call you Tater, unless she also calls you Sir,” Ted explained, and while they both nodded their head I was grinning that neither of them understood.

In fact they had forgotten why they walked back to the alley-way.

“So who do you want to suck your cock,” Ted reminded them.

“You!” Tater laughed and Gerald started laughing as well.

“Not me.” Ted shook his head. This wasn’t going as he had planned. “Which of these four would you like to do it,” Ted expectantly scanned Lloyd to see if he would flinch when he realized he was included in this but Lloyd stood there lined up next to the rest of us.

“You won’t mind if I pick you?” Tater asked Crystal very politely like he was asking her to the prom.

Crystal’s eyes became playful and she said she was flattered. “I just hope you are packing what Ron was packing,” she took his twenty and led him by the hand behind the dumpster. I heard the unzipping of his pants and a delighted Crystal tell him that he certainly was.

“I guess one of you two,” Gerald regarded us both with a haze adding to Lola “no offense, Lloyd”.

“None taken dude,” Lloyd didn’t look like he would protest if he had been chosen but I didn’t think he was gay at all either.

Gerald began a sing-song like child’s choosing rhyme and moved his finger between Savannah and I while she put her hands on her hips impatiently.

“Eenie, meenie, miney, mo,

Catch a nigger by the toe,

If he hollers, let him go,

Eenie, meenie, miney, mo,

I want to pick the very.. best ho

And you are.. NOT it.”

Gerald’s finger landed right on my chest. Then he looked at Savannah and she shrugged.

“Let’s do this then,” Savannah sounded brave as she asked us, “Y’all gonna stand here and watch, or give this boy some privacy?”

Ted hustled us back to the Cadillac where we waited for Savannah and Crystal to return from sucking the cocks. I felt guilty that I had dodged a bullet again.

“You know the dominos won’t actually work, don’t you Sir?” Conner passed idle conversation while we sat in the running car.

Ted asked what he meant and Conner explained that there are only two dominos with three pips. The 2-1 and 3-0 and there was only one with a one pip.

Ted seemed impressed but didn’t see what he was getting at.

“You won’t have as much flexibility because you are limited by the set of dominos in what numbers you can award. You also asked them to carry the domino in their hand, or they have to hand it to you, and then you have no way of recording which domino was each person’s.”

Ted said something about sticking it up our asses, but Conner took him seriously and pointed out we already had the electro-shocker up our butts.

“Alright Einstein,” Ted was intrigued and folded his arms in the front seat. “What is your solution then?”

“In keeping with the game-theme,” my brother proposed we use scrabble tiles. “Most letters are only worth 1 point but less common letters such as Q and Z are worth 10 points. Consequently they are more rare as well. You could drill holes in them and then spell out funny words on a necklace.”

My brother further went on to explain that the points could be more meaningful, “...than an arbitrary ranking system of who was most well behaved.” He said that the points could represent what percentage each of us would be getting from the split of profits.

“Then everyone knows where they are standing and you don’t have to subtract 50% of one person’s earnings while they are bottom bitch and calculate that profit to the top bitch. It is far more elegant a solution and less cumbersome accounting,” Conner sounded like he had been thinking about this for a while.

“What the fuck is Scrabble?” Ted had never heard of this game and shook his head absolutely no. “It sounds like some kind of game for Mensa faggots like you.”

My brother accepted that and started to offer a second solution in which the number was written down on something and we wore it like a necklace.

Ted told him to shut the fuck up – that he was thinking. “Alright,” Ted rubbed his chin pensively “Since it has been brought to my attention the fucked-ness of the previous plan then I will make a command decision here.”

Ted told Conner to take out a sharpie and start writing numbers on the tiny key-chain dildos he had bought. “They will wear them like a necklace. If anyone asks it’s just where you stand in the pecking order around this house and I am number 100. They will add up and at the end of the day when I count out how much you make – that is what percentage you get!”

Ted laid out for us how “shit would be divided up.”

10% Odd-Jobs cut

10% Ted’s cut

15% Crystal’s Cut

20% Savannah’s Cut

15% My Cut

15% Lloyd’s Cut

5% Conner’s Cut

This was now subject to his whim. He made it clear that the girls may not have the power but that we still get the money; and that was all that mattered in the grand scheme of things.

Crystal and Savannah came walking back to the car laughing and talking with each other. I saw the young boys slowly walk out after my Aunt and cousin then walked away and entered the store quietly.

“Hurry your fucking cum-gobbling asses back,” Ted hit them both with the shocker and Savannah nearly fell over, but ran the rest of the way to the car.

Ted explained the new system, without once mentioning Conner had anything to do with it, and all Crystal and Savannah had to say about it was “cool” as the car pulled out of the parking lot and on to the mall.

Savannah sat on her brother’s lap instead of Conner’s because he was closest to the side she got in on and put her finger in his face, “Not a word – don’t say a motherfucking word!”

“Did you two have fun?” Ted seemed to regard what they did as a treat.

“It will hold me over until Outback, Sir,” Crystal was teasing as she wiped the corners of her mouth but Ted shocked her anyway. She was sitting on his lap and leapt up and landed hard on his lap.

“Trying to kill me with your big-ass?” Ted asked with mostly his ego bruised and nothing more.

“If it were only that easy, Sir!” Crystal’s voice was laced with honey and very subtle sarcasm.

Ted failed to pick up on the barb and straightened himself, “Damn right it would be hard to kill me.”

O.J. ignored Ted’s posturing with a bemused expression that might have even been bordering on pride. Ted insisted we ‘doll-up’ Lola in the backseat with bright blue trailer park mascara and cherry-red lipstick.

“I am definitely a Winter,” Lloyd chirped like Sandra Dee from the movie Grease. He just rolled with having his face painted up pretty – and I have to admit, he made a pretty cute girl when his features were softened. He did after all bear a slight resemblance to Ashton Kutcher.

We pulled into the same decrepit old parking lot next to the mall and Ted warned us to be on our best behavior and impress him.

“You are all a bunch of dirty baboons and you are going to find I have the biggest reddest ass of all of you!”

We all secretly chuckled behind his back at his comment, but followed him dutifully – Savannah even prancing out in front in her chaps like she was riding an imaginary horse – slapping her own hip and muttering “Giddyap!”

“Let’s set the tone for tonight’s shopping spree,” Ted said very nicely. I’ve learned that when Ted is talking without a trace of sarcasm or sadistic intent – you should be particularly worried.

“You ladies look hungry,” Ted volunteered to get us all some ice-cream. We thanked him appropriately and he smiled as he led us up to the ice-cream counter. It was not like Coldstone or Baskin Robbins. They had mostly pre-packaged popsicles and one old soft-serve machine that had an ‘out of order’ sign on it.

“We are still going to eat at Outback tonight, right sir?” Crystal wanted to remind him that this would spoil our appetites but – she was also looking forward to ice-cream.

Ted nodded and ordered a chocolate covered ice-cream bar for each of us. He paid and then handed them to us and told us not to take a bite until he gave us our instructions.

I could already sense Savannah whining to stop making her anticipate the creamy vanilla center and the hard chocolate coating and let her just eat it already.

“Bitches I want you to stand with your legs as far apart as you can,” Ted held out his ice-cream cone and showed us just how far apart he wanted our legs. He said this right in front of the Indian guy who sold us the ice-cream and we followed his instructions. Crystal was even smiling at how goofy this seemed.

“I want you girls to reach under and your skirts and cram the Ice Cream into your sweet little cum-holes so that the popsicle stick is at least four inches out but lodged in between your legs so you can still walk.”

I thought he was kidding at first and I think so did the other girls. Conner was waiting to eat his but Lola had already taken a bite of the one Todd bought for him.

“Why doesn’t Lloyd have to do this, Sir?” Savannah pointed.

Ted answered with a ringing of her butt plug loud enough I could hear it and I wasn’t standing right next to her. Savannah’s ass started to shake, but she didn’t stop standing with her legs far apart.

“You’ll call him Lola tonight and he was born with a cock. He may be a bitch, but he is superior to every female here because of genetics. If you think of any war that has been won – it was won by a man,” he said.

I wanted to say it was also started by a man, but I didn’t dare risk the butt-shock that would surely follow such a short-lived victory of wits. Ted said he wasn’t going to tell us again before he started shocking.

Crystal smiled at the young man behind the counter and without taking her eyes off of him dipped the ice-cream under her skirt with her fingers and adjusted herself. She had the pasty covering her clit but she could still fill herself with the Popsicle. She smiled and shivered, but stuffed it inside of her.

Savannah started right after and I realized I didn’t want to be the only one standing there not knowing what to do. I shut my eyes and reached under my skirt with two fingers to part my pussy lips. My pussy was soaked with juices and the ice-cream felt like it melted as soon as it hit the warm cream inside of my thighs. I shivered too and began to work the frozen treat into my pussy.

It wasn’t easy to slide it in – I had to use two fingers and work it in under my skirt. I stretched to accommodate myself. I have always been told that you ‘pop’ your cherry when you have your first sexual experience but I’ve been wearing tampons for years – maybe I had already ‘popped’ mine? I shuddered at the thought this ice-cream was going to be the thing that did it.

I made a mental note to ask Crystal and Savannah about it when I had some time. They would probably laugh at what a naïve virgin I truly am but I wanted to know!

“Oh what would you do-ooh-ooh,” Ted cheerfully sang us the old commercial jingle while we accommodated the frosty ice-cream, “for a Klonnnn-dick Bar?”

When I opened my eyes I could see that there was already some vanilla cream dripping on the tile floor underneath my Aunt, and that meant there would be underneath Savannah and I as well.

I felt cold all over now as the frosty-treat sent a shiver up my tummy and spine to my brain.

The young man behind the counter stared at us but said nothing. I smiled at him and offered, “Yummy! Thank you Sir.”

That was enough to make Savannah laugh and she slapped me hard on the shoulder, “Don’t make me laugh, bitch!” and pointed out I was making her lose the stick.

“The first girl to drop her stick will get down on all fours and lick it up with her tongue and return it to its place. If you drop it again you will lose a point when we assign points. You will need to keep it in until after we visit this T-shirt place.”

Ted saluted the man and asked him, “They aren’t bashful are they?” Then shook his head in disgust, “They do this everywhere I take them. I am trying to break them of being such show-offs.”

He walked us past a few more stores to a t-shirt shoppe. There was a heavy-set man who was in his thirties with a goatee working there. He seemed more than a little pleased to see a bunch of slutty girls walk in and a bit disgusted when he realized Lola had an Adam’s apple.

Ted ordered a white tank-top that says “Top Bitch” in solid black letters. He ordered several that said “Bitch in Training” and one that said “Bottom Bitch”. Ted balked at the price that was quoted, but agreed after trying unsuccessfully to haggle it lower.

“Thank the nice man,” Ted told us and we all thanked him for making us the shirts.

“You can remove your Popsicle sticks and show them to me now,” he said while still standing in the store. I hadn’t dropped mine but the ice-cream had completely melted at this point and was dripping profusely down my leg – I was a mess.

“You clean Crystal’s off,” Ted told me to go suck the stick and leave it in my mouth.

He told Savannah to clean mine off and my Aunt to clean Savannahs off. I saw Crystal wince a bit but do as she was told.

The guy behind the counter seemed confused but delighted to see us demean ourselves this way. Ted reached up and pulled us all closer by the popsicle sticks and led us around the store with one hand holding our heads together.

“You are learning a lot aren’t you?” he asked us and then nodded our heads up and down. “Tell the nice man why you need these shirts, Ellen.” He smiled at me – knowing I had agreed to behave as slutty as I could to get special treatment with my parents.

I smiled flirtatiously at him but had the Popsicle stick in my mouth and said the first thing that came to my mind as a plausible and truthful explanation. “We need the shirts to show that we are being schooled on how to behave. My Uncle Ted wants me to be a good girl and I don’t know how Sir,” I fluttered my eyelashes the way I had seen Savannah do so many times.

It was like a secret method to turn this big man into putty. He smiled at me –but felt a bit sorry for me and I could see he wanted to protest my treatment. One of the first rules I had been taught is make them fall in love with you, but don’t LET them fall in love with you.

I had slowly started to realize what that impossibly illogical sounding sentence meant. You wanted them to fall in a kind of love with you – to want you. You also wanted them not to love you so much they get puppy-dog eyes and follow you around professing their love. Crystal had said something cryptic on one of the first days that it was a “Love, Hate, Love kind of thing.”

I suppose that is what she had with Ted, because while I was talking he was making her suck the wooden ice-cream stick that had been in her daughter’s crotch in and out of her mouth.

“It sounds like he is being mean to you guys,” the man behind the cash register questioned me sympathetically.

“He is Sir,” I told him truthfully, as I slurped the flat wooden stick with my tongue teasingly. “We were just rotten. I would sneak out at night to drink and party with boys and play with myself whenever I get the chance.”

His face lit up at my admission. “That doesn’t sound bad at all,” he smirked, “sounds like just being a fun teenager!”

“But we ARE bitches, Sir.” Once I had charmed him I admitted, “I would never have given you the time of day. I would have put my nose up in the air and ignored you and called you creepy for staring at my tits, even though I would wear something low-cut.”

I watched with delight as his face went from the fully aroused look of a man who was delighted to meet a slutty girl, to one of increasing condemnation and scorn for me.

“My Uncle Ted,” I hadn’t called him Uncle until this conversation and it sounded natural when I did, “has been teaching us to be more generous with our time, affection, approval, and attention. He requires I look you in the eye and call you Sir. He punishes me if I roll my eyes or if I try to discourage you from staring at me. Prior to my rehabilitation, I would wear whatever I wanted to and pick clothes that let you see a hint of my body; but I could deny you a good, long look and I enjoyed teasing men this way.”

I put my finger under my micro mini-skirt and touched my clit. It was still cold and creamy with milk and the musky scent of my own pussy juices. I dabbed a taste on my lips.

“I would have enjoyed dressing so that I could show just enough of my body to get a handsome guy’s attention and interest. I didn’t want to show him too much – give him too much of a look without taking me to dinner and buying me shiny things,” I giggled like a vapid, bobble-headed bimbo who was stuck on herself.

I could visually see him go from rooting for me to really starting to loathe me. I actually loathed the kind of girl I was pretending to be, but I also enjoyed pretending to be one at the same time.

“You know how when they catch a kid smoking a cigarette they make him smoke a whole carton? My Uncle Ted is picking out my clothes and disarming my ability to control the situation by leaving me very little to wear and forbidding me from hiding myself from guys I wouldn’t have given the time of day to, Sir,” I sucked my finger and the Popsicle stick.

He hated me but he wanted to fuck me – and bad.

“If I didn’t submit to this bitch-training, then Uncle Ted would probably have to lock me in a chastity belt to keep me from touching myself and chasing after handsome boys,” I made a kissy-face and smiled at him.

He cleared his throat awkwardly – unsure what to do next.

“Well god-damned,” Savannah sounded impressed with me, “go ahead and suck his dick already.”

She was kidding in her usual sassy-girl manner, but I was keyed up and I offered. I looked this stranger right in the eye and said “Well that is an idea,” I moved closer to the counter so that I could say in a more hushed tone, “If my Uncle Ted says it is okay, I will take you in the back and suck your cock – if you will knock twenty off the t-shirts.”

I could not believe I had the audacity to actually ask him just like that.

I don’t think anyone else could either.

We were the only customers in the store, but I suddenly felt as though I had just crossed another line that I thought I might never cross – and in front of my brother and the girls.

I am sure Ryan was livid at how I was acting – but he had to know this was all part of the act and that I was really a good girl at heart, right? Was I still a good girl at heart?

What would they think of me? What did I think of me?

Would they be proud of me for asking or think I am a shameless slut wannabe?

He didn’t answer – would he say no? I prayed that he would. I instantly had buyer’s remorse (or is that seller’s remorse?) about offering to suck his cock so boldly.

This would be the first time I ever had to suck a cock and I was the one who offered it – like a whore. I wasn’t being required to do it by my evil Uncle. I wasn’t coerced, blackmailed or forced – this had been all my idea and my words.

I had teased about being required to wear a chastity belt if Ted’s training didn’t ‘cure me’ – and until less than an hour ago in the adult novelty store I had never seen one. There was something so naughty in the idea of being restrained from touching oneself or being touched – in the anticipation of it. In being controlled and forced into chastity because you are such a naughty girl they have no other alternative – and everyone knows it because the belt is a visible reminder of it.

Ted had never said most of the things I told the man behind the cash-register. Was I embellishing because I was afraid if I didn’t he would expose what I was doing to my parents? Was I doing it because I got off on the power of flirting with the man until he loved me, only to appear stuck up and vain so that he’d hate me – and yet still lust after me?

I cleared my throat, after spending that long moment agonizingly over-thinking everything, to prompt the stunned man to answer my question.