Chapter Forty-Three

Did You Know The Word LISTEN Uses The Same Letters As The Word SILENT?

The first song out of the new stereo blasting over the speakers was 80’s rock- the Tubes She’s a Beauty –

Step right up and don't be shy,

because you will not believe your eyes.

She's right here behind the glass

and you're gonna like her,

'cause she's got class.

You can look inside another world.

You get to talk to a pretty girl.

She's everything you dream about...

but don't fall in love...

She's a beauty ---

one in a million girls,

she's a beauty.

Why would I lie?

The sound system was kicking and Savannah and I were dancing around the booth with hula-hoops while Lloyd did back-flips and my Aunt entertained the guys in the V.I.P.

By 10:30 a.m. all the regulars had taken their chairs – Skeeter and his grandson, The Wrestler and a few other guys sat next to the Leaner.

Daisy and the Leaner had been absolutely wrong about no one being able to understand what was happening.

This was the first day the pool was open and with the music blasting louder than ever and our cartoon-style booth we were getting even more attention than ever before. There were a lot of looky-loos but we had already washed two cars by this point and people at the pool were gawking and talking about us.

The pool area already had almost thirty people in there of all ages. The residents of the Buckman were used to trashy-women and topless flashing wasn’t unheard of to them. Ted had a tailgater’s charcoal grill out next to the V.I.P. area and was selling ice-cold Beer for two dollars and RC cola for a buck.

We saw a family of six walk right past us and do nothing but smile. I should clarify that - the dad and his sons smiled – the heavy-set wife gave us a scornful look like she was wishing us into the cornfield.

We heard them say things like “Her tits were AWESOME!” and “Did you see the blonde one?” to each other when they thought the mom wasn’t listening.

Ted was able to summon us by giving two quick-taps on the butt-plug. “Savannah!” I heard him call her after watching her ass-cheeks vibrate rapidly. “Get your ass up in that stage and shave!”

He brought my Aunt down and let her wear a towel only. The small white towel read ‘Property of Super Eight’. It clung to her tits and pussy and it really didn’t cover anything.

“Can I get a polaroid with her?” a guy waved some money as soon as my Aunt emerged from the booth like she was a superstar. She smiled at him sweetly as if genuinely flattered.

“You want it with tea or without?” Ted asked the man.

“What is the difference?” the man asked the question honestly.

“About five bucks!” Ted shot back with an impish grin.

“What the hell, I guess so!” the man offered up ten dollars to have his picture taken with my Aunt.

He took her into the V.I.P ‘tent’ area and had her get on her knees under the man. Ted told him “Take your balls and put them on her forehead,” Ted said as plainly as if he were telling the man to move in a little closer to get a better shot.

“Really?” the trick couldn’t believe he was being asked to do this.

“Yeah,” Ted explained, “You can teabag my wife!”

“Crystal?” her trick knew her name and asked if she was okay with it.

“Yes Sir,” Crystal turned around and unzipped his pants enthusiastic with a flirtatious smile. “I fucked up our finances and Ted is teaching me a lesson,” she smiled and pulled his cock out, “Ooh this is nice!”

“Slut!” Ted raised his voice at Crystal.

“Sorry sir,” she delicately placed the man’s balls on her forehead to pose for the picture while explaining, “I am cock-crazy and Ted is teaching me to learn my place – being tea-bagged by men.”

The man smiled as if he just bagged big-game in the wild and was posing with his trophy and my Aunt smiled as if she just won the lottery – big, open smile while Ted snapped the polaroid.

“Thank you Sir!” Crystal asked if she could kiss his balls and Ted told her, “No you cannot! I know you love strange cock too fucking much! You’ll only do what I tell you from now on! When I tell you and who I tell you to do it with.”

Crystal sighed demurely, like she wished she could kiss the cock goodbye, and put it back in the man’s pants for him. She gave a look like she felt sorry for the guy that she couldn’t do it, but agreed with Ted, “You are absolutely right, Sir!”

“Get back out there and start washing cars,” Ted could barely seem angry with her perfectly submissive demeanor and sounded like he really didn’t mean it when he said, “You lazy slut!”

“Hang on,” another guy offered to Teabag my Aunt before she could even stand up again and Ted set her up to take another shot.

Meanwhile, Lloyd and I washed cars together. The men ignored Lloyd for the most part but I was grateful he was out there. I didn’t want to be the only “Sweet Titty cheesecake” standing in front of a row of four cars waiting for a wash and at least him being out there made it seem like there was some activity.

The music played and money changed hands a few more times as anxious tricks paid Ted to take pictures with his wife or asked him what was going on. It took another fifteen minutes before I was called to come shave with a quick two-button press of the

butt plug.

I wondered if I should or could try to embrace this game as much as my Aunt was doing it. Savannah was dressing when I stepped into the booth with her.

“Fuckers barely even watched,” she sounded jealous of her mother getting attention in the V.I.P. tent as she stepped into her bikini and walked past me to join her brother outside washing cars. “Conner Sir,” she hailed him, “Can you come tie my string?”

I undressed without being told to do so and sat up on the stage. It was a heavy wooden plank that had been treated so it was water-proof. I felt like a bird on a perch in a bird-house.

The Leaner was staring up at me, but the rest of the people in the V.I.P were watching as two brother’s tea bagged my Aunt. “That’s four balls!” Ted had given them a deal of 15 dollars to be in the shot together. He shook the Polaroid picture and handed them their souvenir before asking them if they wanted their car washed.

They don’t make Polaroid cameras and film anymore but Ted had found it in a closet in the trailer. They don’t make 8 track tapes anymore either – A lot of the stuff in the Buckman is just old crap.

“Shave that puss!” Ted saw I was staring down at the small collection of V.I.P members and the rest of them took notice of me.

“Yes Sir,” I replied and withdrew a cheap gray razor from a plastic bag before lathering myself up with a rusted old can of Barbasol shaving cream.

“Less cream!” The Leaner shouted at the stage – critiquing my performance impatiently.

I smiled at him but I needed the cream or I’d cut myself and I kept it there. I should have shouted “Let me shave your balls with less cream you creepy motherfacka!” like my cousin would have but I was too timid.

Exposing my body this way made it difficult for me to pretend to be the more extroverted rich-bitch persona I played when washing cars. I retreated back to timid little Ellen Tinkle and looked at my body – not the men staring at me shave.

The mean little freckle faced Kid echoed him, “Less cream!!”

“I will have less cream, Sir,” I spoke to them from my perch, “If you let me shave it all off.”

“BORING!!” The Wrestler put both hands to his mouth and shouted his disdain. He was rarely lucid but he often echoed the sentiments of the others - loudly!

I was doing my best to shave my pussy but it was clearly not impressing them. I had my most intimate area exposed to them and was pulling myself apart and open so that I could shave – it was embarrassing enough to do that without being told I was boring!

I guess if I had to pick what was more humiliating – to be exposed and have someone say you are sexy or to say you are boring I would have to admit that it hurt more to be told I was boring.

I tried to amp up the sexy but I am an awkard teenage girl who has only been doing this a week. My Aunt and cousin were so much better at this sort of thing than me. I think the guys actually liked how naïve and innocent I seemed on some level as they encouraged me.

“You missed a spot,” one of them would tease and point and offer to shave it for me playfully.

“Ellen!” Ted impatiently stalked over to me. “You aren’t up there to just shave your pussy like a fucking gramma shaves it,” I wasn’t sure how many old ladies he had seen shave their pussy but I understood – he wanted me to be sexy.

“Pull that clit apart, chicken lips and put on a fucking show, or I swear to god I’ll make spanking you half-off today!” Ted threatened me.

I wanted to say ‘I would like to see you try!’, but he was already off to give Savannah and Lloyd a hard time about some “frisky horse-play” they were doing at the cars.

I smiled back at my expectant audience and pulled my clit open wide.

“Ewww! It looks SOO gross!” Opie the red-headed, freckle faced boy sounded disgusted, but at the same time stared at my pussy like it was a treasure map to Incan Gold.

“It looks like a bulldog eating mayonnaise,” his grandfather Skeeter corrected with a chuckle that made the other V.I.P. members laugh.

“Does it, Sir?” I didn’t mean to pout and sound like my feelings were hurt. I meant to say it sassy like my cousin would have, but it came out accidentally. I think it may have been Freudian because their judgment of an intimate part of my body did hurt.

Ryan walked under the V.I.P. awning and took a seat and folded his arms but said nothing. He was automatically V.I.P. because of his connection to O.J.

I turned beet-red but held my pussy lips open with my finger while shaving with the other hand as I sat legs apart for them to see what I was doing. Ted had brought a mirror from home I could squat over. He made me fill the bowl I had eaten of this morning that was labeled “I take big stinky shits”.

“Do you?” Opie was the first person to ask me about the bowl.

“Do I what Sir?” I asked him sweetly.

“Take big, stinky SHITS!” he laughed heartily after asking me what he thought was an obvious question.

“I guess I do, Sir!” I had to go along with this after all and I wasn’t going to argue it and be made to prove it one way or the other.

“No she doesn’t,” Ryan stood up in the back of the V.I.P. and walked away disgusted with me, “Her shit doesn’t stink.”

I watched him walk away before looking back down at Opie’s bright blue-eyes expectantly staring up into my pee-hole.

“My Uncle Ted is just trying to remind me that I shouldn’t be stuck up and prissy, Sir,” I explained. “He just wants to humble me by making me admit it – everyone’s poop stinks Sir!”

He scrunched his nose showing he was grossed out but never moving his eyes from my bald, freshly shaved pussy lips. “My sissy’s shit doesn’t stink! I’ve been in the bathroom right after her and it never has!”

“I guess she is lucky then, sir” I smiled at him - he looked like such a sweet boy.

“EAT MY BOOGER!” he had a dollar in his hand and stuck a finger from his other hand up his nose.

“Why do you always make me do this, Sir?” it was my turn to scrunch my nose and wince at the disgusting act he wanted to make me do.

“You look like you are stuck up and rich and it’s fun to make you do it,” he held up a snot-strand and a dollar bill. I took his money and opened my mouth to let him stick it in my mouth without argument.

Ted walked over and took the dollar “You pay me – not the bitches!” and looked at me while I swallowed as if I were trying to get something over on him. “Come on you constipated, stuck up bitch – spread those cheeks!” he told me to bend over and he’d get Crystal up on stage to shave my ass for me.

He had me kneel on my knees and face my cheeks towards the stage while holding them apart. Then I felt Crystal’s delicate fingers lubing me up around the butt plug with shaving cream before the razor glided between my cheeks and all around my ass as she giggled at my “peach-fuzz”.

“You grow hair like a Greek-girl, Ma’am,” it felt so strange for Crystal to call me Ma’am and more so for her to do it without even the slightest bit of resistance to the idea.

“I guess I do,” I didn’t know how to reply to that. The guys in the V.I.P. were more interested in making Crystal move so they could see everything.

“You make a better door than a winder,” Skeeter said. He looked like the kind of guy that belonged on Duck Dynasty out in the woods hunting animals and yet he was staring at a young girl be shaved by her Aunt in the nude at the pool deck.

“Sorry Sir, how is that?” Crystal dropped the towel that had been barely clinging to her body and the V.I.P. members clapped and whistled as we both remained naked for the duration of my very-thorough shaving.

Crystal kissed me sweetly on the ass-cheek when she finished and then puckishly spun me around to give me a kiss on the lips without opening her mouth – then smiled at me. I couldn’t see a malicious plot of revenge or the hint from her that this was all a game – she just looked thankful for the chance to shave me.

I was as completely mystified as Savannah was at my Aunt’s attitude change. It was so total and absolute that it didn’t seem possible to completely alter yourself in a single night. She had been wise-cracking, and even chased my brother around the lawn the night before, and now she was being super-slutty but also just plain friendly and considerate.

They made me finish my legs and arm-pits, but the guys insisted I keep my legs spread the entire time.

Lloyd didn’t have to go on stage but he did shave in the booth while the three of us girls worked the car-wash. The V.I.P. curtain would be closed but they were able to watch us cavorting around and slapping each other with wet towels as we danced around to mostly good-time 80s music, like Jessie’s Girl and Huey Lewis and the News.

Daisy came walking out of the bathroom puffing on a cigarette while texting and Ted asked her where she had been for the last hour. “Taking a shit,” she dared him to question her and asked if he was timing her.

“No,” he admitted, “I just need to know where you are so that I know you have certain things handled.”

Daisy told Ted she had it ALL handled and would work the booth if he needed a break. Ted told her he wanted to make sure she understood the prices and how things worked and his sister assured him it wasn’t that hard. “You have it all written down on the walls – you told me it was easy for anyone to understand, duh!”

Ted was skeptical but gave Daisy something of a free-hand to run things her way when he was already occupied. It was actually working out that Catfish, Daisy, and Ted were all three handling things because we now had a main car-wash line; but we were probably making more money selling polaroids with us and letting the men punish us.

My first punishment happened around 11 a.m. and it was a real doozy.

“They are my brother’s girlfriend’s kids,” I heard Daisy telling the trick how we were awful. “The brunette? Oh she is the worst one of them. She comes from richy-rich Cherry Lawn private academy,” Daisy had no idea where I came from and was just making up a private school I had never heard of.

The man she was talking to patiently listened to her as she told him how I didn’t listen and ran around at night with “all kinds of niggers and Mexicans mostly.”

The word ‘nigger’ shocked me. They had talked a lot of trash about me over the last few days but that word hadn’t been used very often – especially not by other white people. I washed the man’s beat up Ford and flashed him a smile and wiggled my butt while pretending I couldn’t hear Daisy talking smack about me.

“Look at her with her perky tits and perfect little body,” Daisy sounded envious as she pointed out how I was leading him on and teasing him. “I wear denim shorts because it’s hot,” she had him look at her body “and I don’t mind wearing a tank-top or something, but these girls insisted on wearing four hundred dollar string bikinis and just look at how skimpy? They barely cover their ass crack! Do you think they have any modesty or decorum?” Daisy had gotten the hang of the grift pretty quickly – she enjoyed putting me down.

“No, I guess they don’t, but I cannot really complain about that,” the man stuttered as he looked at me and not her.

“I know you can’t,” she told him that was part of how we get our way. “They charm my brother and tease and flirt with him right under his girlfriend’s nose!” she said as if sharing a secret with him. I wondered if this stranger questioned why a woman he just met would tell him all this.

“Look at my brother’s girlfriend rubbing her big fake tits against that windshield,” she had him look at Crystal, “She is too busy trying to flash and flirt around to discipline these girls so Ted asked me to see what I could do.”

“Oh really?” the man sounded curious.

“Yeah,” she admitted and told him how her kids were so well-behaved, “they don’t even need Ritalin or anything like that hardly,” she doted on them as perfect children and told him it was because she has rules and consequences and lays down the law!

“So why don’t you do that now?” the potential trick had already paid ten dollars for me to hand-wash his car and she was getting ready to pluck him for more money. I knew it and so I blew a kiss at the two of them to egg him on.

“See? She is so fake!” Daisy sounded frustrated and told him that her husband Bill is the disciplinarian when it comes to physical punishments but he is working construction and she is just trying to make some money because she loaned it all to us to get this trailer.

“Wow, you are such a good sister!” the trick commended Daisy for her generosity and kindness.

“Family helps family,” Daisy acted like it was no big deal – which in truth it was not since she had not done any of the things she told him, her husband was a wreck and her own kids were completely out of control.

I started to imagine seeing smoke rising in the direction of Glory Hill because they probably set the trailer on fire!

She asked the trick if he would consider helping her today and naturally he told her he would gladly do anything he could – considering she painted herself to be such a selfless saint and all around good person. “I hate to ask this, but Ted is clueless and Catfish is dumber than shit and you seem like the only real man around here,” she confided in him.

“I don’t know about all that,” the man gave his best ‘aww shucks’ response while putting his hands in his pockets and kicking the dirt under his feet.

“We really need money and the girls REALLY need an attitude adjustment,” Daisy made it seem like this was a desperate situation that called for drastic actions and he was just the man who could do it – and he bought it.

“Ellen!! put down that sponge and stop pretending to wash that man’s car. Get over here so he can see what a real, little piggy you are!!”

“Yes Ma’am,” I splashed the sponge in the bucket like I didn’t care if it tipped over and hustled over to where they were.

“WHAT IS THAT AROUND YOUR BOOBS?” Daisy acted like she had never seen the black rubber-band around my tits and pointed at them as if they were on fire.

“This?” I asked without understanding where she was going with it.

“Her and her cousin like to walk around with their tits tied up in rubber bands! Isn’t that twisted?” Daisy sounded mortified that I would CHOOSE to do something like that even though I was required to wear them.

“Yeah Sir,” I pretended to be chewing gum the way Savannah did when she talked like she didn’t really care about something and answered like an impatient bimbo who rolled her eyes, “I think it’s like you know, like funny and all.”

“She needs an attitude adjustment – do you not agree?” Daisy was nodding her head up and down to the man so that he would agree with her. “It’s just that if I told her to take her top off right here and now – it probably wouldn’t even phase her!”

“No Ma’am,” I pretended to be unwilling to do it while popping my fake chewing gum “I wouldn’t want to show HIM my boobies, just like young, hot guys!” I held my hands over my tits as if I were protecting them and slowly swung my body from side to side.

“Get that top off right now!” Daisy demanded.

“But Ma’am!!” I balked at her. She was actually very good at this kind of grift – even if she was strict and probably meant every mean thing she said about me.

“Get them off or I’ll make you drop your bottoms right here in front of him – would you like that?”

“Kinda,” I giggled like Kesha in one of her dance videos while swaying to the music piping through the stereo, “but only if… like this was more like a party and hot guys were here! Totally.”

“That’s it! Get your top off and your bottoms around your ankle right now – in front of everyone!!” Daisy put her hands on her hips and glared at me. I mentioned that while she is as short as Ted, she has broad shoulders and a thick body – I thought she might just barrel right through me if she wanted too. She had big, fat tits and an even larger ass - very stacked and compact and I was actually scared she was going to pick me up and body slam me or something if I didn’t do what she said.

“Fine!” the top came off with just the pull of a string in the back “There? Are you happy, Ma’am?” I covered my bare tits with my hands.

“I said everything!” I was playing off Daisy being a stickler and pretended to willfully forget the entire instructions so she had to remind me.

“Fine,” I pouted “But tell him not to look!” I took my hands from my boobs and bent over to pull my bikini bottoms straight to the ground – slowly and right in front of him.

“I certainly will NOT tell him not to look!” She said, “You showed all the niggers on J-street last night didn’t you?”

“THEY were hot,” I was turning red just at having that word mentioned around me – much less acknowledging it.

“You like having hard nipples? You aren’t ashamed of standing in front of him with big, pink nipples poking out?” she reached out and pinched my tit and pulled me over to the ice-chest where Ted’s beer and RC cola was.

“Get some ice and bring it over to him,” she had me reach in the cooler and bring some ice-chips to offer him. She had yet to bring up a donation or anything and I was starting to get worried maybe she didn’t understand this was all a grift and just wanted to run me through the ringer.

I handed the ice to him and looked at the man. He looked at me as if he was ashamed and feeling guilty for her being so mean to me. I knew that was my fault – I was not being a big enough bitch.

“You can do anything you want to my tits it won’t bother me! Ma’am,” I pretended to be unafraid. She told him to put the ice on my tits and see if I really meant what I said. The moment the icy-cold chip touched my tit I felt a spasm in my pussy and I had a tiny orgasm. I could see my nipples stiffen and point straight out and slightly up – he stared right at my face to study my reaction while making tiny circles with the ice.

I think I probably looked like a deer caught in the head-lights of oncoming traffic while my mouth hung open and he seemed to like that reaction –very much!!!

This kind of thing he was doing to my nipples was usually worth at least five bucks, but Daisy failed to ask him for any money. I had to stand there like a dumb bimbo while my nipples stiffened under his touch and cold ice melted down my chest – I hate to admit the cold ice felt great.

“She loves it!” Daisy sounded flabbergasted. “I bet she won’t love it if you spank her bubble-butt!”

“No, I would not! Ma’am,” I quickly acted like a wet-blanket and made a kissy-face with my lips puckered to implore him to have mercy.

She didn’t ask for a donation up-front which is another no-no to our little grift games and insisted I go bend over the table and put my palms flat on the booth. She ignored the spanking rig that Catfish built and had me bend over slightly so I could be spanked with my bare-ass facing the road leading out of the Buckman.

“She acts like she is so shy and demure, but she walks around like this at home in front of my kids to tease my eldest son and my husband, don’t you little miss priss?” Daisy reminded me of the kind of pilgrims in Salem that would have been the first to accuse the teenagers of witch-craft in the crucible and want them locked in the public stocks.

“I have to surrender my clothes at our trailer door or else I will run off at night or play with myself, Ma’am” I was sticking with the script, but Daisy didn’t really know the script and she was just going off on a tangent with me now.

“Bullshit!” she drug her finger along my clit and pulled back the wetness that was dripping, “You don’t lie to me. You run off and play with yourself so you’ll get in trouble and then Ted will take your clothes – so you can shake your tits in my husband’s face – don’t you?”

“No Ma’am?” I wasn’t sure what to say there so I changed my story quickly to, “Yes, Ma’am?”

“You see?” Daisy waved her hands as if giving up, “She will change her story depending on what she thinks I want to hear! Will you give her ten big swats to the ass with this paddle for me? I just think it will help if she gets strong swats from a guy with a little mppph – you know? Meat on his bones.”

Her trick preened at the thought he was strong and muscular. Crystal had told me once “Every idiot likes to think he is important for doing something,” when she was giving me advice on how to run this grift and I thought Daisy was doing a fine job – if only she would close the deal and ask him for the donation.

WHAPPA!!!! The first time being hit with the wooden paddle was a real mind-fuck that made my knees bend. This was one of the paddles Ted had bought at the adult novelty store and it was decorated with images of Betty Page as a devil on one side and had three round holes in it - which increased the sound and blunt-force of the spanking!

“Thank you Sir!!! For teaching me to be a good girl!” I counted out the first one but Daisy stopped him and had me pull my cheeks apart.

“What is that?” she asked and clarified, “That you have up your butt?”

“It’s a butt plug, Ma’am?” I admitted to her –wondering why she was stopping him from spanking me.

“You have been walking around here getting off on a butt plug in front of all these people?” Daisy was going way off-script now and I wasn’t sure what to say about it.

“No Ma’am,” I admitted the official story. I assumed that if we go too far off script with this guy then he would know we are liars or people who heard the plug buzzing would tell him we were. I hated to be caught in lies so I told what is technically the truth, “Uncle Ted makes me wear the plug so he can punish my ass when I am being a bad girl, Ma’am!”

“Ted is that true?” Daisy nodded at Ted and he nodded back that whatever we were talking about was true. He was in the middle of letting someone pay to rub suntan lotion on Crystal and Savannah and he couldn’t be bothered to deal with his sister. She asked Ted to let her hold the remote control and she sadistically pressed the highest setting causing me to jerk and convulse slightly.

“You don’t like that do you?” Daisy pressed the button again before I could plead that I really didn’t – especially the highest setting. I was gasping for air as she held it down and the buzzer inside reamed my asshole.

“You would probably mind your family and be respectful if you had one of these up your ass that could go off anytime you fucked up - wouldn’t you?” she asked the man and he nodded he surely would.

“Yet,” Daisy buzzed the highest setting again and made me dance and hop while holding my hands flat on the booth table “This one here is defiant anyway and doesn’t seem to think this is that big of a deterrent – does she?”

“I DO, Ma’am!” I was feeling a little involuntary tear drip from my watery-eyes. Ted had not given me the harshest setting except a few times and he hadn’t held down the button repeatedly. I promised her I would be good and at that moment I was no longer playing the grift game but just praying for her to stop.

“You want to press this button a few times?” Daisy offered the man a press with a sadistic gleam in her eyes but he said that he thought it might be a bit much.

“It might be,” she agreed with him, “if she didn’t suck off my husband this morning for breakfast – are you a cum gobbler like your Aunt and Cousin?” she pressed the button until I was willing to agree that I had licked her husband’s cock until he came in my mouth and that was all I had for breakfast. I would have agreed to stealing candy from Dumpling at this point if it meant she wouldn’t use that stinging electro-butt plug on me at the highest setting – my ass was on fire!

“You wouldn’t suck off this nice gentleman, but you’d suck my husband just to get to me wouldn’t you?” she made me agree with her by pressing the button and holding it down. The thing is – I would have agreed anyway without her having to torment me this way. It was part of the persona to pretend to be slutty and make the guy feel like you’d do just about anyone EXCEPT for him.

“How about you squat in the booth and suck him off then and prove to me that you’ll suck anybody’s cock – not just guys that can do something for you or to try to split up my marriage!!” Daisy demanded.

My first BJ ever had been at the mall and it wasn’t going to be done in the booth! I pleaded with her to let me take him into the bathroom or his car at least, but she said that, “The lesson is starting to sink in – now you are suddenly embarrassed of yourself but you have been flashing and teasing around the trailer all this time and you didn’t mind then.”

“You’ll do this for me won’t you?” Daisy turned to the man and asked him, “I hate to ask you to do something like this but I want to prove a point to my niece here.” I had barely acknowledged Ted as my Uncle – and now she was calling me her niece.

“I suppose so,” the trick cleared his throat and harrumphed uncomfortably adding, “If you think it will help.”

He was smiling even though he acted like he was doing this for my own good. Daisy paddled my ass into the booth and had me squat down where she and the entire V.I.P. could see through the window if they wanted too.

I took the man’s dick out of his pants – it was already hard. I smiled up at him.

“Do you need to take out your gum?” he looked down at me with grand-fatherly false teeth like so many of our tricks had.

“I swallowed it, Sir,” I answered for the imaginary gum I had been chewing earlier. I was no longer feeling mischievous and like playing the slutty-brat. I was genuinely scared because Daisy wasted no time laying into me with the butt-plug joy-buzzer on the highest setting when I hesitated to put his cock in my mouth.

I remembered what my Aunt had told me about relaxing my throat muscles and working his balls and tried to fill my throat with his cock. I did so gingerly even though he wasn’t well-endowed. I didn’t want to gag myself and he seemed to enjoy the tender loving I was giving his dick.

“You did a better job on my husband!” Daisy made it sound like I was being lazy. I wondered if in this alternate reality where she was talking about how I am the bad-girl she says I am – how did it come to be that I snuck off with Bill and she watched me suck his dick to fruition to be able to compare how I was doing this?

Gulp-gulp-gulp, I worked the dick up to my tonsils and then backed it off – fearing trying to get it to slide down my throat. I wanted this to be over and to have a chat with Ted about how she was being too mean and confusing, but it felt like the blowjob was taking forever to complete.

“Don’t use your hands!” she insisted I keep my hands down on my ass cheeks. “I don’t want you playing with your pussy! I don’t want you playing with his dick! Just use your face and get that cum and don’t prolong it! I know you enjoy this on some level!!” Daisy insisted.

I did as I was told and after another minute or two, and who knows how many potential tricks had looked into the booth to laugh and gawk at me giving oral sex, he finally shot his load into my mouth.

He warned me in a whisper, “I am going to cum,” and then the warm-salty liquid filled my mouth.

“Don’t you dare swallow!” Daisy grabbed me by my hair in a single pony-tail and pulled my head off his cock – and kept my mouth open. “Show him what he gave you!”

I held my tongue out and let the man see the cum that he had deposited in my mouth.

“I should make you spit that on the floor and lick it up fifty times!” she demanded and asked the man if he would like to see that.

“Actually,” having just cum he was not in the mood to say or do anything besides go have a nice long nap and made an excuse that he was late for an appointment and booked it out of the booth.

“Dammit!” She left me with the cum in my mouth after he left, “You fucked it up!” she told me I had ruined her con and he was about to pay-off big time. “You shouldn’t have let him cum so quickly!!”

“May I swarrow, Ma’am?” I asked to swallow the whip cream with my tongue hanging out. I felt pathetic – but what else could I do? She hadn’t told me to swallow and I was sure she was just waiting for me to do it without permission so she could punish me for that as well.

Not that it really mattered what I did or didn’t do – she was going to punish me anyway. At least with Ted most of his sadistic punishments were either for money or because we fucked up -or both.

“Yes, I don’t give a fuck,” Daisy stalked off and left me in the booth alone and naked with cum in my mouth. “Did you know the word LISTEN uses the same letters as the word SILENT?” she said to me as she walked away in disgust – shaking her head as if I didn’t listen.