Chapter Thirty-Nine

If you mix Taco Bell hot sauce into your Ramen, it tastes exactly like "poverty".

“Arupppp,” Ted announced a belch as we approached Junior's white Cadillac in the dark parking lot of the shopping mall. “I might just have my bitches to polish this bitch tomorrow for free,” he offered magnanimously.

O.J. had no comment. I wondered why Junior had taken such a strange interest in us as a patron – to offer his car and yet had not come out personally in the last two days to see us. O.J. was the first to notice my clothes laid out on the hood of the car where we would easily see them.

The skirt and blouse I had worn were flat against the hood of the car. I don’t know who could have stolen them except for the guy that had talked to Conner when we first got to the bathroom. I didn’t want to say the “Black guy,” stole them when they were missing because that sounded racist – but who else could have taken them?

If he did take them – how did he know our car? Why take the clothes only to leave them here?

I had been wearing strictly a tank-top as I walked out of the mall, enduring the jibes from the girlfriends and the leers of their boyfriends – resigning myself to walk into an Applebee’s dressed in heels and a tank-top. I didn’t have a choice in the matter because they had given me a matching pink dog collar, with a 2 inch plastic dick and ass, and high heels and nothing else to wear.

We quickly learned once Ted ordered me to get my clothes off Junior’s hood that my clothes were soiled with cum. I almost dropped them once I put my hand on the denim skirt and felt the sticky goo on the seam. He had cum where my ass crack would be in the skirt.

“It’s your lucky day!” Ted told me I was lucky again while ordering me to put on the semen-stained skirt. I think I actually preferred the skimpy tank-top with half my ass crack hanging out to the idea of wearing clothes that someone had masturbated on.

He told me he should get me a Hefty trash-bag and I could be a “Sack of tits and ass” and chuckled at my face when I held up the skirt with one finger to examine the semen stains on it.

“Sorry Ryan,” Ted apologized insincerely to Ryan that he would have to ride with me on his lap wearing bottoms.

Ryan did not know what to say to the joke.

“If Ryan wants me to wait to put them on until we get to Applebees I do not mind, Sir,” I don’t know why I offered to ride on his lap. I think I just hated Ted making fun of him for being a figure in my fantasy. I felt everyone else got the vibe I wasn’t really interested in Ryan that way without being told.

“It’s fine,” Ryan told me to slip on the skirt. He was being passive-aggressive in handling my offer of friendship only and I could feel he was hurt.

“The reason I offer is the seat of my pants are still wet from someone’s cum, Sir,” I hadn’t put on the skirt yet and was still looking at the dirty little wrap-around skirt.

“Shit,” Savannah laughed. “We watched your horny ass try to dry-hump the wall – we know what you really want to do on Ryan’s lap.”

I made a mental note that I should probably tell her my real feelings about Ryan so that she could be a little more sensitive to rubbing his nose in it. Then again – maybe she would enjoy teasing him like I liked him.

“Just get your chicken-lips in the fucking car,” Ted spit on the ground. “You can ride with the skirt in your mouth and clean it out on the way to Applebees – think of it as an appetizer!”

He saw my hesitation and shrugged “You gave your first fucking blow job tonight – now you are going to be afraid of the taste of a little cum?”

He was right – I just didn’t know who this came from and it had been laying outside for who knows how long. I sat bare-ass on Ryan’s lap and put the denim skirt in my mouth for the ride over to the Applebee’s.

Ted played with the radio and made his normal corny jokes while feeling up and down Crystal’s knees and getting frisky with her. He winked at Ryan as if to signal to him he could do the same thing but Ryan kept his hands to himself – mostly. He was being subtle about touching me as if waiting for me to initiate and grind on him.

“Did you know that if you mix Taco Bell hot sauce into your Ramen, it tastes exactly like "being fucking poor as shit?” He joked. The mood was light.

All except for Ryan who seemed icy. I could feel his erection in his pants through his jeans, but I had a feeling it was as involuntary as the wetness in my pussy. I wanted to tell him I was sorry for making him feel weird in the bathroom, when I told the family my fantasy, but my mouth was full of dirty-little-skirt material.

“Did I ever tell you about that time a mosquito landed on my balls?” Ted asked the others in the car before delivering the punch-line, “Hardest decision of my life!”

There was a little giggling. Ted seemed to be feeling a little guilty about being such a sadistic asshole and was trying to use some humor to add a little levity to the situation.

“Stop looking like you are about to shit a brick,” Ted looked into the backseat right at me. “We aren’t going to make you eat cum in your food at Applebee’s – lighten up.”

Ted assured us he would loosen up the rules at Applebee’s, but he was bringing his butt-plug remotes ‘just in case’.

The Applebee’s parking lot was busy but O.J found a space. We got out and I put on the denim skirt and we walked inside. The neon sign read “Applebee’s” and the L flickered occasionally as if to remind the owner to fix it.

Inside the restaurant it was warm and there was a lot of music and noise. I felt almost as if I had returned to the normalcy of my home town in Cherry Lawn. The week had been dirty, raunchy, and sweaty punctuated with times like this – where we were all smiling and things were looking up!

The greeter at the front of the restaurant recognized Ted. It was one of his ex-girlfriends. She told him that he wasn’t allowed to eat there since he left a large tab in the past. But he said he would settle up and pay in advance; and despite her obvious desire for him to eat somewhere else – we were seated at a high-table in the bar area.

I should point out that this would have been a good time to be frugal and use our money wisely. Ted only had us until Sunday and that was quickly approaching and then his money-train would be over.

My Aunt’s family tended to worry about next week during the next week. They bought a lot of things they didn’t need and they splurged on food and beer at the table like they were wealthy when they had money and then once it was all gone, they scraped the bottom of the barrel again.

Ted ordered for us and we were allowed to drink beer from the pitchers. I think in Cherry Lawn they would have never allowed a bunch of teenagers at the table to clearly be drinking beer; but here they were either too busy to notice or the staff just didn’t care.

I sipped my beer and Savannah was the first to notice a ‘creepy guy’ at the bar who was staring at us. He would look very longingly over at our table and how we were dressed.

I couldn’t believe we were allowed to openly drink beer in a restaurant. I felt so grown up and I was getting ‘adult’ attention from guys my father’s age and older!

I came to realize most men in the bar were going to stare at us. We were young, pretty, and dressed like sluts with matching tank tops. This guy was a little different though because he made no secret about his staring and he had a stony-expressionless face that creeped us out. He didn’t seem menacing, but there was something about the determined way he stared that made us want to look back and giggle at him.

He had dark hair and a thick mustache. He looked like an early Burt Reynolds from the 1970s, but a lot creepier and without the charming smile.

Savannah was the first to spin to face him and sit with her legs open, then casually move the handkerchief so that her pussy could be seen. Ted wasn’t directing this dare – the guys were talking amongst themselves about Auburn and the touchdowns that the quarterback threw at a football game they’d watched.

Once Savannah turned back around, her mother made it look like she was reading something off a sign in the distance as she faced the creepy man with a big, inviting smile on her face. She touched her tits and pulled them up, then she reached down between her legs and adjusted herself so that her see-thru black dress was a little more see-through. She had a moon-sticker on her pussy lips, but how she was sitting – it was clear she had only that on under the dress.

The man cracked a slight smile but showed no change in expression.

Crystal joked with us girls “He looks like a stalker!” after giving him a free-show to see what his reaction would be. She had a devil-may-care attitude about playing with this man and I felt like even if she hadn’t been under ‘bitch training’ she would have enjoyed teasing the man.

“He looks like my P.E. Teacher from Buckman High,” Savannah laughed.

“Your P.E. Teacher is a man?” Lloyd was listening to our conversation and the guys because of where he was seated.

“Nope,” Savannah giggled. The man could not hear our conversation, over the sounds of music and the din of the restaurant, but he knew we were giggling and looking over at him.

I was facing him from my seat. I opened my legs as wide as I could sit and then licked my finger. I saw the very tips on the edge of his mouth start to lift into a smile, but still no overall change in expression.

I reached under the table and put one finger into my pussy and began to touch my clit-hood.

He stopped staring and turned back around.

Savannah and Crystal laughed and congratulated me for scaring him off. “Damn, you weren’t very subtle!” they giggled and we thought nothing of it.

We talked freely amongst ourselves about the night. I had told them about Ryan and how I didn’t want to hurt his feelings and how I was starting to understand the phrase “Make them fall in love with you – but don’t let them fall in love.”

Crystal smiled knowingly. She said “I told you that?” as if she didn’t remember when she offered the advice, but I knew she was teasing.

The waitress brought over some loaded tater skins and four “Mai-Tai” drinks to the table. “This is from the gentleman over at the bar!”

I have to admit – it was delicious.

Ted didn’t even notice, as he was at the head of the table away from us. Ted did insist we order some hot-buttered corn on the cob, saying something disgusting like “I want to see how long it takes before you shit that back out.”

We smiled and pretended to be listening and respectful, but we were too busy laughing and eating to really be offended. I ate the corn as ordered and so did the other girls, but between us – we were secretly rolling our eyes and laughing at Ted behind his back.

The man at the bar didn’t turn around to acknowledge our thanks for the food and drinks he sent, but now Savannah and Crystal congratulated me again. “You didn’t scare him off – you impressed him enough he sent over some drinks!”

We ate, drank, laughed, and consoled each other a good part of the rest of the night. Crystal, Savannah, and Lloyd still saw this ‘bitch training’ as something of a game and a con to make money. They grew more boisterous as the dinner went on and occasionally we would flash our ‘secret admirer’ who continued to send us drinks from across the bar. We would grow increasingly bolder as we tried to outdo each other. We weren’t interested in him – we were just getting caught up in competing with each other and it was done all tongue-in-cheek.

They told me that Ted had been a real “ball-buster” to them while Conner had me in the bathroom. Savannah described how Ted had made them sit in the Payless shoe store with their hands flat on the chairs. Then he made a big deal out of telling them they could not remove their hands from the chairs and they had to try on any shoes that were offered to them – but the person had to put them on for them.

She said at first the sales-clerk put shoes on their feet but eventually even customers were pulling their legs up and having a good look at their ‘goodies’. Crystal seemed impressed with Ted’s ingenuity more than she seemed disturbed she had to expose herself in the store in front of random people.

Crystal explained how Ted had been looking for other ways to humiliate them in the store and at one point Savannah stole some roller-skates.

“You have money – why didn’t you pay for them?” I was confused.

“Why pay, when mom will distract the sales-guy with her big tits and I can just smile and walk right out – five finger Buckman discount!” Savannah announced proudly.

They weren’t entirely happy about being under discipline. Savannah explained how Ted made a big show of taking his belt to her in the middle of the mall for being a ‘bawling brat’ and how he made her humble herself by making her admit to blowing a bunch of his friends for fun and flashing people at the mall. “Why are you crying now?! You didn’t seem to mind when you were showing some handsome high school boys! Why don’t you flash this old man the same way then!!”

Ted was holding court on the other end of the table with the guys; but every now and then he would interject, with his mouth full of food, and eavesdrop into our conversation- “That was so fucking funny to see that old man’s face – you made his night! I thought he would keel over when I suggested he go ahead and titty fuck you since you fucked just about everyone else around here!”

Savannah gave him a sour look, but laughed at his jokes. He didn’t buzz our asses with his remote and kept things light and playful between us.

“It serves you right,” I told her, taking another sip of my cocktail, “I thought you were going to break that hair-brush when you spanked my pussy in there!”

She laughed as we reminisced and I have to admit – I actually felt good and didn’t hold it against her at all. It was all part of this twisted, perverted, little game that they were playing and they were making up the rules to as they went.

“You do have to learn to suck cocks better though,” Crystal brought up, mentioning when I sucked off the guy at the t-shirt store. They were both very impressed I had offered to do that and surprised I really hadn’t ever done that with anyone before.

Crystal explained how to relax my throat muscles and demonstrated using celery that came with her hot wings. She would even dip it in ranch and then ram the celery stalk straight down her throat while staring right at the creepy-bar-guy.

They had me try and I almost choked while they giggled. Ted took notice and told me I’d get more practice soon enough.

Savannah showed me how to tie a cherry-stem with just her tongue. She took a maraschino cherry out of her cocktail and popped it into her mouth with her tongue. She ate it and showed me the stem on her long, pink tongue by sticking it out.

She winked over at the creepy-bar guy but he made no indication he liked it or noticed, other than to stare at her intently.

Then she closed her mouth and after some movements of her tongue with her mouth shut – voila “Tied in a knot!” The cherry stem was tied like a pretzel.

I tried to do it and naturally failed, but they laughed and giggled as well.

As the night continued on, a Karaoke DJ set up and began to ask for people to sign up. I was taken by surprise when all I heard was Crystal telling me to “C’mon” and pulling me out of my seat.

She had arranged for us all to sing “Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun” by Cindi Lauper.

The phone rings in the middle of the night

My father yells what you gonna do with your life

Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one

But girls they want to have fun

Oh girls just want to have

That's all they really want

Some fun

I stood there awkwardly next to the Applebee’s bar singing awfully into the microphone. It looked like every single Applebee’s layout across the Midwest in there and to be quite honest – despite our slinky outfits we kind of fit in with many of the other women there.

Crystal and Savannah put their arms around my shoulders and we swayed back and forth – despite our outrageous outfits, people seemed to assume we simply chose to come there dressed this way. We received some scornful looks from women and some devilish ones from their men staring but I think Crystal and Savannah were used to those anyway.

I had spent a week at the Buckman and while I could be freshly humiliated and humbled like I had been at the mall bathroom and walking through it with half of my ass crack on display – this felt strangely different, almost comforting.

The singing, the food, the feeling of family. I know it should have felt disgusting and embarrassing because I was dressed like a slut – with fresh semen stains on my clothes and yet – I was smiling just like my Aunt and cousin.

I can be an optimist who looks on the bright side but I think the simplest reason was that at that moment I wasn’t thinking about the future or the past – I was in that moment and in that moment I was happy!

The women in the bar were mostly over 40 years old, smoked and looked a little depressed or angry; but they were wearing short-skirts and outfits that showed their bodies off. There were some with painted on make-up and tight-short skirts who would have almost fit right in with us.

Ted started to clap from his end of the bar and cheered our singing performance – while the guys in the restaurant whistling and hooting and hollering.

I was surprised he didn’t order us to moon the audience and knowing my cousin – she probably would have when she finished the song with a great big southern “Kiss my ass, y’all!”

That would have been funny – but Ted and the guys just laughed and smiled and let us have a little break from the long, arduous day under ‘bitch training’ – it was much appreciated.

I realized I was now actually THANKFUL to be allowed to sing in a medium-quality restaurant dressed like a skanky tramp just because I didn’t have to flash my tits to strangers.

I think I would have done it if Ted had told me to do it – even if there wasn’t money involved but as I mentioned – he didn’t ask and I wasn’t thinking about it at that time. I was caught up in the songs, the food, the cocktails and the family. They joked, laughed, and anytime someone farted at the table – fresh laughter.

My parents would never have laughed at something like that and the only person who might have dared do it at the dinner table was Conner. He was having fun too – smiling and joking with the guys at the other end of the table.

I don’t know if it was the alcohol, the fact we were having fun, or just the bouncy song, but by the end of all the songs I was smiling, laughing and had my arms around my cousin and Aunt like old chums singing the chorus.

We continued to visit the Karaoke DJ and he started to consider us regulars. Lloyd went up to sing “I Will Survive” to a rousing audience of smiling onlookers during dinner. His charming smile and handsome good-looks made his performance actually seem endearing.

Lloyd had much more to be embarrassed about dressed as a pretty girl but surprisingly he pulled it off with a kind of grace. I know my cousin isn’t the smartest guy in the world but in his dumb-charming way – I think he has a kind of simple wisdom. He just rolled with it and owned his humiliation and no one at the bar could really make fun of him because he was playing along and laughing WITH them.

I was envious he could do that.

I also learned what I will call part two of the Buckman history – according to my Aunt.

I will warn you that the next bit is a little much needed exposition that fascinated me at the time but it isn’t really part of my sordid tale of my summer experience.

Senior Gaylord had an iron grip on the town. The expected highway had never come through, but he had managed to find a way to make the area profitable. He had opened quarry pits and there were jobs here in lumber and agriculture as well.

The manufacturing jobs went to Cherry Lawn and with them the white-collar executive office park jobs.

He had a bitter rivalry with his old business partners and they tried several times to blackmail Senior and bankrupt him.

Senior opened a theme park, a demolition derby, several drive-in theaters, roller skating rink, bowling alley and the restaurant that was there before it became Rowdy’s. The town wasn’t much, but it thrived like a weed in the shadow of Cherry Lawn’s Garden.

I had no idea our towns were so interconnected. It explained why people instantly vilified me for being from there. We lived a good distance away – I had never even heard of Buckman when I was growing up.

All good things eventually start to turn to shit – at least according to Crystal. The cops and the Mayor’s office all were in Senior’s hip pocket. If he wanted to make someone disappear – they just disappeared and no one investigated.

Then the morality pendulum began to swing the other way. Over two decades ago, a new mayor and town leaders were chosen who wanted to clean up the town and make it a ‘dry county’.

There was no booze for sale in the late 80s/90’s and they closed down all the totally nude clubs and left only the bikini bar. The holy-rollers started to move into the town and clean things up and for a while everyone thought this was a really good thing.

Crystal explained that Senior was a very hard man. He had a new girl every few weeks and when he was tired of her – people just didn’t see her anymore. He had an eye for pretty high school girls and prom-queens and the rumor was if he had an eye on you then you didn’t have much choice in this matter. He would throw money at the girl, cars, drugs, whatever it took and if that didn’t work then he would use other means to scare her (and her parents) into being his.

Senior was pretty much a tyrant. He had brought order and prosperity to the town, but the cost was people were pretty much scared shitless of him.

The people were ready for a change and my Aunt admitted – she bought right into it and joined the local church and the P.T.A. and all that.

Savannah’s confidence in her mother’s sainthood during this time was not so high, but the point of my Aunt’s story was – the town shut down many of its vices. The bars and the nightlife was one of the few things that made the town interesting to many of the construction and quarry-pit workers.

The industries started to pull out when it became difficult to hire and when the highway moved to Cherry Lawn; but the town persisted down the path it had started. Senior started to become more reclusive and take a less active role in the running of his business.

O.J. was his right-hand man. He had been one of his loyal workers from the very start of things and he stepped into the number two spot. “O.J. used to wear a suit and have a full head of hair back then! You should have seen him.”

O.J. overheard us talking about him and laughed that it was a long time ago and ancient history ‘best left buried’.

We kept talking though and I learned that there were several scandals during the 1990s that changed the town forever.

The church we had passed had sex scandals that rocked the town. “Most people ‘who believe’ are good folks, but when some of their leaders turned out to be deeply perverted – it killed that church.”

There had been a church-camp, church-socials, church-school – it sounded like it added a moral backbone to the town and some much needed culture. Savannah didn’t seem to like it, but Crystal assured me at the time everyone thought it was for the best that the church influence Buckman. “They even had Petra play here one time”.

I had never heard of that band but Crystal thought I should have.

I didn’t learn if it was Pastor Gary at the center of it or he was just one of several people who were part of the scandals, but from what I understood – it was much more than your run of the mill kind of scandals.

“People cheat on their wives and girlfriends all the time around here,” Crystal explained that this was much worse and their fall from grace was much greater, but didn’t explain further.

She said that this was not the only scandal that rocked the town. The real trouble began when Senior took an interest in the mayor’s daughter. She was prom-queen and destined to go on to greater things.

Senior had to have her and he and the Mayor butted heads over it. The last anyone heard of the Mayor, he had been busted down to running the garbage dump and his daughter moved into Senior’s house. This hadn’t been a private pissing match – the entire town had been aware of the gossip and when the mayor lost – his supporters pretty much left town.

At the same time O.J. and Senior had a falling out. I didn’t learn what it was about, but it sounded like O.J. betrayed his boss over something and instead of getting rid of him – he exiled him to head maintenance man of the Buckman Acres Trailer Park. O.J’s official position is just a cover for his real position. He can shake people down to pay him through fines, cutting off their electricity or water, and he has his hands in all the weed dealers and prostitutes who work out of their trailers and any other illicit scams -like ours.

There were definitely untold stories hinted at in the background I was given. I would ponder and puzzle as to what had gone on between the Bittermans and Senior in their struggle for wealth and power. I wanted to believe that if O.J. betrayed Senior at one point it was because Senior was an angry villain and O.J. didn’t agree with how he was doing things. It electrified my imagination to take the details I had been given and connect them to the ones I hadn’t.

Senior became even more isolated after that struggle played out and no one has seen him leave his mansion since then. His eldest son “Junior” lives in the Buckman and technically runs all of his father’s businesses for him, but he doesn’t have the same ambition or drive of his father.

Tammy is Junior’s eldest sister and she owns the beauty salon and a few small businesses, but she doesn’t take an active role in running them. There was a lot between Junior, Tammy, and Maw-Maw that I wasn’t being told; but keep in mind – Crystal was somewhat drunk when she told me this anyway and kept repeating “In the strictest of confidence.” as she did.

I was told Maw-Maw is also Junior’s sister but we weren’t allowed to discuss it at the table for fear that Ted would get upset about talking about his mother. I did learn that Ted had a twin sister, but not until we got home that night.

Ted made a big deal out of leaving a twenty dollar tip for the waitress and farted loudly before we left the bar. I have to admit I was smiling and feeling good even with the way I was dressed and treated.

Savannah stood up and said “I feel Pregnant!” as we were about to leave and the room stopped talking for a moment right after.

She looked around the room with a smile “I mean I ate too much food you dumbasses,” she insisted she had been on the pill since she was old enough to bleed.

I was reminded by her statement that I hadn’t even discussed birth control with my own mother. I had believed Crystal was a more permissive mother who let her kids get away with anything when I first met them but now I was realizing that my mom simply hadn’t prepared me for being a teenage girl in the real world – hadn’t even addressed this topic.

I was feeling strangely envious.

Then again my parents wouldn’t have ever let Conner and I drink cocktails in a bar with them and get tipsy either!

I don’t know if it was the cocktails that were making me happy and envious of how dysfunctional yet happy this side of the family was. I saw myself as one of them now and yet still the rich-girl outsider. I was much more at home with them – they had seen every intimate part of my body and most of them had touched me in places I seldom had even touched myself at this point.

Ted had been fairly hands off with me. He struck me as a dirty, pervert but I think in the back of his mind he knew Crystal had an unspoken boundary about playing with Savannah or I directly. That didn’t mean he couldn’t sell that right to the highest bidder – just that he had to let someone else do it.

I was feeling cocky and even belched once at the table openly – to the sounds of laughter.

I even INSISTED Ted let me go over and invite the creepy stranger to come have his car washed on the next morning. We might as well make a little money off this creeper – if he is going to send us drinks and food all night.

He said nothing and just stared at me while I giggled and told him how thankful I was for the things he sent over that night. I didn’t have to pretend to be a drunken bimbo – I kind of was.

Ted hit the butt-plug remote from across the room and it gently buzzed in my ass while I stood next to him. “That is my Uncle,” I smiled at him, “I have to go Sir!”

Conner warned him the batteries needed recharging on the way home but Ted didn’t care about details. He was too busy re-singing the lyrics blasting on Junior’s stereo to “In the Air Tonight” by Phil Collins.

“Doo-da-doo-da! Dooga-dooga-doooga! I can feel it CUMMIN, in your hair tonight!” he parodied the most intense part of the song while pantomiming an epic drum solo. Then he drunkenly stroked Crystal’s hair while she sat on his lap in the car.

Daisy Dukes Gaylord was waiting for us at the trailer with Maw-Maw when O.J. dropped us off. O.J. told us “Don’t do anything Crystal would do,” beeped his horn with a chuckle and rode off into the night.

Daisy had a baby on her hip and was standing at the door when we walked up the steps to the wooden deck.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Ted asked his twin sister. He was a little tipsy and seemed ready for bed – he clearly didn’t want to deal with her right now.

In order to properly describe this encounter I need to take a moment to properly describe Daisy. She is what some would call a “BBW” – Big Beautiful Woman.

She does have Ted’s blue eyes and some of his features, but her features are softer. She wears a thick black eye-liner around her eyes and enough make-up that she looks very stunning in the face. She is about 5’2” (the same height as Ted).

I heard her body described as a “Brick shithouse”. I don’t know how those are built, but I would imagine they must look a lot like very voluptuous women, with huge tits and asses and nice curves.

Ted has blonde hair and a scruffy beard but his sister’s hair looked like she dyed it black.

The first thing you notice about Daisy is her ass. You will even notice it if she is facing you. I have never seen an ass quite like hers. It doesn’t do them justice just to say she has a nice big round ass that seems to bounce when she walks. The cheeks literally clap together if she moves quickly and if you like big asses – you’ll like Daisy.

The second thing you will notice is her tits. She is a short woman and her tits take up half of her chest. They are larger than my Aunt’s tits and completely natural. They look like they are heavy and pendulous and sway when she walks.

THEN you will notice her pretty face and surprisingly very straight teeth. Dental hygiene is not a big focus of most people at the Buckman but Daisy was a notable exception. She had a smile that when she used it – she could brighten up a room- She rarely used it and preferred instead to scowl.

I was told that when she was 15 – she gained her nickname from wearing very short “Daisy Duke” jeans. The kind of denim short-shorts made popular by the cousin on Dukes of Hazard. She played her own version of sweet titty cheesecake at the park. Daisy loved the attention and was very promiscuous and broke a lot of hearts. She also didn’t gain the approval of the Gaylord clan who looked down their noses at her – because she got pregnant early.

She has four kids and they were all in the trailer running amok. The eldest is named Gene.

Gene is older than me by a year, tall and very gangly with lots of acne on his face. I would say the best way to envision Gene is to picture a tall, thin Napoleon Dynamite, with more acne, who is twice as creepy and half as likeable.

Sarah comes next. Sarah looked a little younger than me and had one long eyebrow that dominated her face. She had a very flat chest, skinny waist and bubble butt. She had on a white half-top that exposed her flat stomach and black high-waisted shorts like girls used to wear in the 1970s.

The next child is about Conner’s age and build. His name is Damian and as fate would have it he has black fingernails, likes to wear all black t-shirts and jeans, and has close-cut black hair. He has an almost angel-like face but exudes an aura of menacing mischief about him. I was warned “He likes to start fires,” when we first met, by one of my cousins.

Daisy has a young baby, that she calls only “Dumplin”, swaddled in a diaper on her hip. Daisy is often bouncing the baby on her hip to get it to quiet down and stop screaming.

Daisy may have had a promiscuous past, but over time she became more of a ‘bitch’. She dresses conservative for Buckman standards and has a tendency to point and yell, in order to keep the kids tendency for destruction to a minimum.

They had been there for several hours and the living room and kitchen were clearly a mess as the kids tore through the place like cartoon Tasmanian devils on a mission.

That is why I was surprised when Ted turned and told us to “Strip!” at the door. He clearly wanted to shock his somewhat prudish sister as he stood there smugly facing her.

We had been drinking but I don’t think any of us were drunk. We were smiling, but Crystal clearly didn’t like Daisy when she saw her. I heard her mutter under her breath, “It was only a matter of time before this bitch showed up,” as she unstrapped her impossibly high heels to undress on the sun-deck in front of her own trailer without any concern that Daisy’s kids were watching from inside the trailer.

“Maw-Maw already told me about your twisted little bet,” Daisy sneered and stuck her nose up in disgust.

Crystal had her clothes off first and I could see her take pleasure in shocking Daisy. She stood before Ted and presented her clothes, but Ted ignored her and told her to shove them up her ass.

Crystal ignored the order with a laugh and neatly draping the dress over her arm and stood nude behind Ted on the deck.

“So what is it you want then?” Ted could have let us go inside the trailer where he could continue the conversation, but they were having it between the screen door in the front of the trailer.

“We just want to help you,” she smiled at Ted.

“Oh shit,” Ted shook his head in disbelief. He didn’t trust his sister – and he had clearly heard her say she wanted to help him before and didn’t want to hear it again.

“I am serious this time,” Daisy opened the screen-door and let us all come inside so they could continue the conversation. She seemed like she was being reasonable – for a change.

Nelly Jr. Complained about her bratty off-spring who were running around the trailer on a little rampage. “These motherfuckers broke all my fucking crayons,” as he assessed the damage from Daisy’s little hellions spending the last few hours tearing around the trailer.

“Not the black ones,” Damian opened his mouth ominously, to show he had colored his teeth with the waxy black crayons.

“Oh my god,” Daisy looked us over with disdain as we followed in behind Ted and told him, “I wouldn’t have believed it until I had seen it.”

Maw-Maw insisted she didn’t lie and that she had told exactly what was going on. She told Daisy’s daughter Sarah to slow down, but the little girl was running herself into a tizzy and would not listen.

She kept pointing out that Lloyd had on makeup like a GIRL and that he had duct-tape on his ‘wiener’. Lloyd for his part stood there proudly in total undress in the living room apart from his pink collar and the black rubber band around the base of his cock. What she kept saying alternated between trying to get someone to notice Lloyd and wanting to play “Barbies”-so she could do make-up like Lloyd’s on their faces.

I had spent the entire day being spanked and ogled by strangers and then just had a few hours of fun at Applebee’s – now I was freshly reminded of the humiliations I endured at the mall and the car-wash all over again.

Daisy ignored her daughter’s requests and dismissed her mother. She explained she was just making a little joke. “Ted – we heard about how much money you pulled in today and we want to be part of it.”

“Fuck if you will!” Ted insisted adamantly that she not have anything to do with what he now considered HIS money-making scheme.

“We? Where is that lazy little fucker?” Ted scanned the room for Daisy when he realized “WE” meant her scumbag husband as well. He tolerated his sister but he had nothing but open contempt for her husband Bill – A.K.A “Meth-Head Bill”.

Sitting next to Maw-Maw on the couch was a thin, innocuous little man that looked a lot like Gene in the face. He had a honey-comb of pockmarks and acne on his gaunt face and heavy bags under his eyes. His scrawny arms were covered in tattoos, but they didn’t make him look tough. His body language made him look weak and hunched over – like someone who let life beat him up constantly and he was hiding from it.

“Meth-Head Bill,” Ted’s nerves were being grated just looking at the man sitting next to his beloved mother. “I knew you would be here buzzing around what I have, like flies on shit.”

He looked like he was about forty years old but I would later learn he was in his early twenties.

“It’s just Bill now,” the man offered hopefully, explaining he had been clean, and extending the metaphor about flies and shit, “You have a very nice, turd here – we want to help you take a bite out of it.”

“How long have you been clean?” Ted demanded he answer and Meth-Head Bill awkwardly offered it had only been a few weeks, but that he would be seeking treatment with the money they pull in.

I should say that while they were discussing this, that Daisy’s kids were running circles around us in the living room and poking at and taunting us. They were little balls of energy and weren’t shocked we were naked at all. They thought it was naughty, dirty and laughed at our tits and butts openly; but never questioned why we were naked.

I would have expected anyone not exposed to anything like this to at least be confused or ask why we were doing this; but they were too busy having fun dancing around and teasing us.

The two boys were laughing at my nudity and there was nothing I could do. Savannah shot them a bird and gave them an angry stare but she stood there and let them have their fun – I knew that is what we were supposed to do but the urge to quietly trip one of these little brats crept over me.

“You ain’t got no clothes on, you ain’t got no clothes on,” Sarah sang to me and pointed to add to my humiliation.

“I know that, Ma’am,” I tried to answer seriously but it didn’t stop her from continuing her sing-song chant.

I wasn’t sure if I was humiliated, annoyed, angry or a little of all three. I was still a little tipsy but quickly sobering up as the boys pointed at my nipples and compared them to Savannah. “She has half-dollar sized ones and the other has quarter sized ones – how come?”

“You don’t know shit jack-ass, her tits are bigger than the other so the nipples are bigger,” the older-brother slapped Damian.

Damian kicked him in the shin “You don’t know shit – that isn’t always the case!” and the two squabbled amongst each other while alternating between shaming and teasing us.

I quietly tried to endure it patiently while Ted discussed the situation with his sister.

“I can help you run your concession stand, I’ll be out there selling my ass off so you can focus on managing the girls,” Daisy had no intention to participate washing cars.

She wanted to handle the money and help promote. She tried to explain how if Ted received 10% of 1,000 dollars that would be 100 bucks. If he received 5% of 2,000 dollars then that would be 100 bucks as well and she was only asking for 4% of the money.

She tried to sell it that Ted needed her and she was doing this as a favor to Maw-Maw and us, to help add to the show. “You are the boss out there Ted. I am just there to support you and help make this as successful as you can.”

Damian was running circles around just me at this point in the conversation. He had been trying to poke my pussy with his finger and was chanting “She ain’t got no hair down there, she ain’t got no hair down there!” triumphantly, as he raced around the living room.

He finally tripped over his own feet and landed head first into an ashtray and knocked the ashes everywhere.

“SHE TRIPPED ME!!!” he interrupted their negotiations and held his eye while crying and pointing.

“I did no such thing, Sir!” I offered defensively to Ted. He didn’t want to deal with our petty dispute but Damian’s mother instantly took her son’s side.

“You see this clumsy little bitch is here tripping my son! You can’t control these girls!” She demanded.

“I was just trying to read the words on her lady parts but she wouldn’t take her hand off to let me read them,” he pouted and lied like I was a big meanie.

“Let him read the fucking words,” Ted cracked open a beer and ignored me while he dealt with his sister. He was frustrated and didn’t like the fact that Maw-Maw seemed to think it was a good idea his sister help.

“It says Chicken Lips, Sir,” I stood boldly in front of Damian and let him get an eye-full of my sex, while I read the words written just above my clit to him. I didn’t want to do it – but I felt I had to do it.

I didn’t think I would get a gold star or a pat on the back from Ted for behaving according to the protocols but I had hoped for some form of recognition. It actually hurt my feelings that no one even seemed to notice what I said to Damian. The adults were completely caught up in their own discussion.

There is something humiliating about being naked and on display and yet being ignored by people that I cannot quite describe and had just started to understand. I think it is distinctly different than when you are naked, on display and people are actively watching and staring at you – and right then I was getting both.

The kids were on us like stink on shit and yet Ted and Daisy might as well have been in another room.

“Waahhhh!” Damian interrupted them adults, “She read the words TO me, but I wanted to read them for MYSELF!!!” he stomped his foot like a petulant brat.

“I know honey,” Daisy didn’t really seem to care and only half-empathized, “She doesn’t listen very well. She is your cousin from Cherry Lawn Estates – fancy rich country-club estates!” she looked at me like I was a gob of shit about to be flushed down the toilet and so did her son at that point.

Crystal was a little tipsy and she and Savannah were the only ones who the kids didn’t tease as much because they could intimidate the kids. They were growing increasingly impatient and yawning with this story, but waited in the living room to get permission to leave. Crystal seemed positive Ted wouldn’t budge on letting his sister weasel her way into this and whispered as much to me.

The kids didn’t bother Nelly Jr. as much and he went about gathering up as many fragments of crayons as possible and returning to his coloring in the living room.

Lloyd and I on the other hand were getting circled by Daisy’s kids, who relentlessly teased us both while roaming the house and getting into things.

“How about you go home and I let you know if I need you?” Ted farted crisply and scratched himself impatiently.

“Well about that,” Daisy informed Ted that she was now effectively homeless. Ted stood in disbelief as Daisy explained a fairly convoluted story in which fate conspired against her.

I noticed a pattern - It was never her fault in any of these explanations of the hardships and loss she faced.

She lost her job because of a friend who wouldn’t watch her kids when she said she would. Then they moved out of their first trailer because the sewer pipes backed up and ruined all their stuff.

They lost the second trailer because the government benefits and SSI checks were late and she couldn’t pay the rent (but they were three months behind). The third place they stayed was with Bill’s dealer but he tried to have sex with her and she had to leave.

The fourth place she stayed was with some family friends, but they were a bunch of bitches who stole from her and tried to sleep with Bill. Ted didn’t think that was very likely but let her keep talking.

“Sir,” my brother interrupted, “We need to plug in the Butt-plugs for tomorrow. I have a six-way USB charger here that can power them up, but they need to be on for a few hours.”

Ted dismissed my brother’s details with a wave of his hand and told him to go ahead and charge them up.

“Hand over your plugs?” Conner may have felt comfortable enough in the heat of the moment with just me in the bathroom to seem forceful, but he was still not comfortable telling Savannah, Crystal, or Lloyd what to do and reverted to his mousy, milquetoast persona.

“They need to leave them in and charge them,” Ted paid very little attention as he stood face to face with his sister and discussed why he wasn’t going to share a single penny of his money, and how he didn’t think O.J. would let her anyway, and how he didn’t need her.

Conner had me stand next to the couch with my butt about two feet from the wall. He lined all four of us up next to each other. Crystal and Savannah were still tipsy from the drinks, and while they were sober enough to talk and laugh, they were much more compliant. Conner reached behind me and pulled a flap in my butt plug, then stuck a USB plug directly into the base of the plug. The USB clicked right into place and the force of it pushed me forward slightly.

I had been drinking too and it seemed surreal – like a dream that this was happening to me.

He walked down the line and repeated this exercise, attaching all four of us to the plug in the electrical outlet with our own USB cord.

“How long will this take, Sir?” I suddenly felt like I was in the Matrix and attached to some strange pod-machine or something.

“I don’t know,” he chuckled at his ingenuity and probably how it looked to see three naked women and a guy standing there with USB cords stuck between their butt-cheeks.

“Chickens don’t have lips,” Sarah looked up at me with an innocent expression and spoke baby talk. She didn’t seem like a bad kid – she probably just didn’t have a lot of supervision.

“I know Ma’am,” I felt really silly calling her Ma’am and she seemed surprised that I did.

“Call me Princess Sarah,” she insisted and asked me why I had that written in marker on my body.

“I have to call you Ma’am unless Uncle Ted tells me to call you Princess, Ma’am,” I told her.

My Uncle was going over the fifth, sixth, and seventh place that Daisy had lived. There was something about the DEA telling the landlord that the rent money they used had been illegal and someone stealing their car so she couldn’t get to work, when Sarah interrupted pouting, “SHE WON’T CALL ME PRINCESS!!!!!!!!!!”

Daisy told me to call her whatever she wanted dismissively and Ted didn’t correct her. I wasn’t sure what to do so I decided to go ahead and call the girl what she wanted “Okay Princess!”

I was so over these kids! They had seen us naked, they had their fun – were they going to ever settle down and stop poking and harassing us? It seemed the answer was a big fat NO!

“So why don’t you have any pubes and why does it say chicken lips on your pussy?” her baby-voice sounded a lot more fake when she asked. She sounded more like Brittany Spears in one of her songs faking a cutsie voice.

“They require us to shave to work at the car wash because we wear really tiny bikinis, Princess,” I smiled. I was probably wobbling a little from standing straight in the living room as I added, “The chicken lips is a bit harder to explain.”

“Try me,” she stopped talking princess-baby talk and sounded all of a sudden very street-wise.

“My clit is sort of an innie, and since chickens don’t have lips – O.J. made a joke that my clit looks like chickens lips because you can’t see it, Princess,” I smiled as warmly as I could. The USB plugged into my butt-plug was warming my ass slightly and it had a soothing effect on me.

Sarah reached up a finger to the crease of my labia right between the narrow of my lips and I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to smack her fingers away. Daisy’s pack of wild-children had poked, pinched, and taunted, but they hadn’t reached out and actually touched me.

“Stop touching that little slut,” Daisy chastised her daughter for trying to touch me before I had to make the decision. The girl, only a little younger than me, recoiled in fear immediately and then ran off to play something else – her attention span seemingly exceeded.

I heard Daisy tell Ted, “There is more but I won’t bore you with the details. We have run out of places to stay and you wouldn’t throw out your own sister! We is family!”

Ted declared emphatically he most certainly would throw family out in the cold, and if he let her stay here they wouldn’t leave. He finally noticed us standing there lined up behind him in the nude. “You look like monkey see no evil, hear no evil, do no evil – except you are all a bunch of evil bitches,” he grinned.

He was proud of us in his own strange way and I think he enjoyed making his sister uncomfortable with this unusual situation. He clearly didn’t want her to stay here and she seemed like bad news! All the places she had been or the things she had in the last few months ended up getting raided or seized by police, stolen, evicted, caught fire, foreclosed on, picked up by debt collectors, picked up by loan sharks, sold for dope, sold for rehab, sold for food and diapers for the kids, pawned, broken, auctioned off or lost.

She was crass and stubborn, and in so many ways almost the polar opposite of her brother. She swore she would leave right after Sunday and she just needed some money to get her family on their feet. She pleaded with Ted and he argued it back that once they stayed here they would not leave.

Crystal tried to settle it. She was tired and angry and she clearly had very little love for Ted’s sister. She had been a daily drinker before this training and had far more experience handling her booze. She offered in compromise, “If you will let us go to the bathroom and get off this damned plug for then, she can stay here tonight and y’all can sort it out in the morning, okay Sir?”