Chapter Forty-Four

Q: What is Worse Than Biting into an Apple and Finding a Worm?
A: Ted’s Sister

Daisy’s methods were brutal and often seemed random and arbitrary. She didn’t stick to one story and I think she just enjoyed lying for no other reason than to lie. She told some guy she was going to inherit all this money but she was just waiting for a rich Aunt to pass away and another guy the same story except it was a rich uncle and another guy the same story except it was a cash-settlement for being in Iraq and getting disability from Halliburton. “I drove trucks during the war and I was the best there ever was!”

I couldn’t imagine her going into a war zone. It seemed exactly like one of Ted’s tall tales. I remember at some point him telling us about a ride-along he did with the local cops and how he arrested someone the cops couldn’t catch and thinking he was probably lying – this sounded exactly like that.

She would wait until the end or the middle of the grift and then tell the guy that he needed to give her a hundred dollars for what he had done so far. Or else she’d tell Ted and S.S., and the guy would either get angry or run off, or some of the time pay it.

I preferred asking him for a ‘donation’ up front and depending on how generous he was – we gave him a little show commensurate to his donation and hoped he’d donate more to see a little more. It wasn’t ‘honest’ but it did feel ‘fair’.

She cussed like a sailor and smoked like a chimney. She threw her garbage on the ground and demanded we pick it up for her. She farted LOUDLY and would tell people “their ass sucks wind!” when they didn’t want to listen to her sales approach.

Ted told her twice to straighten up and get the money up-front but she insisted on doing it her way. “Ted – when you see what I can do for you, you’ll thank me. I don’t work the way you do but it’s all going to work out!” she assured her brother and Ted let her have it her way.

Savannah had even told me, when we had a chance to talk, that when her and her mother had been paid to suck those guys dicks at the adult-novelty store they performed what they called “Finger jobs”.

They gave the guy hand-jobs and let them stick one finger in their mouth – which they lovingly sucked until the guy came.

“You let me suck cocks for real though?” I asked in disbelief that my cousin and Aunt had let me go through with something they hadn’t done themselves.

“You gotta learn somehow!” Savannah grinned at me as if it was a big practical joke and not that big of a deal. “I did Catfish about 50% actual cock sucking and finished him off with my hand and sucking his finger,” she admitted. I realized they probably HAD sucked men off before fully – even if it wasn’t yesterday for the money.

Crystal strutted past us wiggling her ass and admitted lustily, “You didn’t see WHAT I did behind the dumpster, Ma’am,” and swatted her daughter on the ass – implying she did a whole lot more.

Daisy heaped the most abuse on my Aunt - who soaked it up and accepted every smack, every put-down, every jab, every poke. She even fucked herself on a latex double-headed dildo in the V.I.P. area right before lunch in front of an audience of about eight guys, and the ever-present camera with red-blinking light.

Conner had taken to calling it the “Eye of Sauron” but no one else understood the reference. He would joke, “They are taking the hobbits to Isengard!” and people would look at him as if he were speaking another language.

All the girls had to take Polaroid’s with the tricks. I usually got the guys who wanted to get their picture taken with a ‘rich bitch’. I would make a snooty face and throw up a peace sign while making a duck-face when the picture was taken.

I am sure it looked adorable with a pair of balls on my forehead. I tried not to look at the pictures after they were finished.

We all got writing on our bodies as well. I had “I take big stinky shit$” on my hip, and “bottom bitch” on my tits in purple marker put there by Ted. Tricks had paid money to write “All I want i$ everything” in red above my ass like a tramp stamp after Daisy convinced one of them that is what I wanted.

I had to pretend I really did. “Oh yes, like all I want is like you know like,” and then I chuckled like Ke$ha in one of her songs about California Girls “like everything!! So I guess it’s like totally true – so whatever!”

Inside, the rational good girl in me was jabbing my conscientious, moralistic brain with pins and telling it to wake up and run away – as quick as I could. I was struggling with what I was doing and feeling a combination of guilt over my behavior and yet a mischievous joy that I rationalized. Of course the main reason I didn’t just quit was because of the money I was earning for the family, or at least that was what I was telling myself. I hate to admit to myself that I’m actually getting off from what we were doing.

I was making 10% of everything we took in and I had a chance to make more. This was money that would get me and my family out of our predicament, that we wouldn’t make if I sat on my butt back in their stinky trailer with Daisy’s kids tearing the place up.

I smiled when it was done and tried to look over my shoulder to see it, chiding him as I strained to look, “I hope you wrote it so people can read it, Sir!”

He assured me it was big enough that people could definitely read it and agreed with Daisy that I was a true bitch who deserved exactly what I was getting. I saw her stick the money in her shirt and made a mental note to tell Ted. That was MY money too and I didn’t want her stealing it.

I was also lucky enough to get a sweet-smelling white-coating of Tropicana Coconut Suntan lotion when a man paid my cousin and I to lather each other up playfully. Savannah leaned in to kiss me at the end and when I was about to kiss back she smacked me “LEZ!!” and grinned at me that I was really going to do it.

She would have kissed me and had during some dare games – she enjoyed teasing him with the promise that we might kiss much more than actually delivering on it. He would have to pay for that.

We turned around to look at our trick but he headed straight for the men’s bathroom “Have fun jerking off!” Savannah called to him – whether he heard or not, he did not acknowledge her.

Lloyd had steadily made money from older women who loved his tightly hewn muscles and tanned skin. They seldom took Polaroids with him, never spanked him or wrote on him; but one lady paid HIM to spank her and she even lifted up her dress so everyone could see her panties while he did.

We had been hit with super-soakers in the face, ass, and tits from the V.I.P area. Ted had been passing them out to the V.I.P members and would rent them to anyone who wanted to take a shot at us while we washed cars and got dressed down by customers.

All the running water and the super-soakers aggravated the fact that we were denied a chance to go pee when we asked. Savannah said she’d pee anyway and Ted had her punished once, but he was adamant that we had set bathroom times and that we were going to have to wait until the established time. He didn’t seem to care if we ended up pissing in our pants. I guess he felt like that might actually help business.

Conner reminded him that we didn’t get one in the morning but Ted ignored it and said that the plan is changed and we’d get our first chance after lunch. The time slowed down as we neared lunch-time and my belly was grumbling. I knew I’d have to be hand-fed but I was hungry enough not to mind all that much. I just wished we got to eat hamburgers like the guys did.

Conner ate a hamburger right in front of me – but I don’t think he realized how badly it made me hungry and wish I had the same freedoms he did. In truth – I really did have the same freedoms. I could have insisted I’d tell my parents what was going on and just checked out of this if I had wanted too.

The fact that Savannah, Crystal and even Lloyd went along with it though – strengthened my resolve to continue with this discipline as well. I found it easier when I told myself that I had actually lost my freedom and this was real discipline; because the line had blurred so much I no longer knew what was the grift and what – if any, of this was a real lesson in humility.

The money was definitely flowing today. I should mention that before noon we probably did more business than we had done most of the day previously. The pool had at least fifty people in it and there was always a line of cars in front of the booth.

Conner had become our ‘DJ’, judiciously playing different kinds of music to please the crowd. Ted and Catfish preferred classic rock or 80s, but other customers wanted us to twerk to booty-music or to hear country; and Conner tried to please everyone by finding something they would like on the cassettes Catfish had in the booth and switching stations on the radio. The sound-system was much better than our boom box and I have to admit – it made bouncing and bopping around to the music so much easier..

Tawny and April Haislip arrived fashionably late, wearing the same kind of short bikinis we did. I saw them recoil when they saw Daisy and then laugh at her. There was clearly a rivalry between April and Daisy and April lorded herself over Ted’s sister. April was tall and beautiful, and Daisy was short and stacked; and while she had a pretty face- she was definitely a “BBW” by anyone’s standards.

I came to learn that meant “Big Beautiful Woman” – at least that is what Daisy said. She would get a little jealous of the attention we were getting at times and ask the guys if they didn’t prefer a “Real woman” with some “meat on her bones” and who leaves a little something to the imagination.

If they didn’t respond well to that, she’d strut around with her shoulders back and wiggling her sizable ass in the denim shorts she was wearing and fish for compliments.

I was thankful she would disappear for 10-15 minutes to go smoke and check her phone because Ted always did the grifts the way we practiced. They were fast and relatively painless – as they can be and we always got our money. The guy always walked away happy.

-He would introduce me as a bitch from Cherry Lawn that was staying with him.

-Then Ted would make me tell the guy something I did wrong – prompting me even so I wasn’t caught off guard.

-Ted would tell the guy he’d let him discipline me if the trick would agree to donate a little cash because they are trying to raise money to get out of the financial mess they are in and how O.J. was charging him for this new booth.

-The trick would almost always say yes and then spank me in the wooden-spanking chair or make me dance for him in the booth.

-Then Ted would make me thank the trick for the money and the discipline and invite him back and we’d move on to the next customer.

Daisy had served to at least make me appreciate that Ted had a method to his madness and there was an almost assembly-line feel to most of the grifts we did. They were actually kind of fun and I liked the fact that at the end – usually the guy was smiling and glad to have participated.

Ted would playfully honk my nose or my tits and then put me back to work without prolonging it. He did like the fact I was uncontrollably wet and my nipples were hard for most of this. I felt special because he couldn’t ALWAYS count on Crystal and Savannah to have soaked pussies and hard nipples like me.

Daisy on the other hand usually brow-beat the tricks and made them feel guilty until they paid up or fled after I worked for them or received a punishment.

“Conner! Conner!” Ted decided it was now official lunch-time and used a bull-horn, “Turn that stupid rap-shit off.” He insisted my brother cut the music and made his announcement.

Ted pointed to a kid in the pool and told him, “Knock that shit off and you better get your dick back in your swimming trunks or I WILL come in that pool and jerk you out!”

A teenager who had mocked him the day before when he was speaking to the crowd, “Jerk him what?”

“Shut up, Tater!” Ted put the bullhorn over his mouth and continued his speech.

“Thank you all for joining us for the Re-opening of the motherfucking pool!!” he received cheers from the people at the pool and the ones standing around the sidewalk near us. “It’s god-damned Summer time and it’s about time we had a pool that didn’t have wall-to-wall shit floating in it!”

He didn’t get as many cheers to that statement as the first one but he continued on with his speech. “As many of you know I’m Ted Gaylord and we have recently come onto hard times. So much so that we have had to work with O.J. to bring my bitches up here as entertainment, and in exchange he has graciously allowed us to operate the concession stand!”

There were a few hoots and hollers for Ted and he held up his hands as if asking them to keep it down – while secretly wishing they were more excited. “So you can come up here and grab yourself a hot-dog or a burger and a beer or a soda!” he invited everyone to get some lunch and explained, “We have special bitch-feeding for the next thirty-minutes. I know some of you may have seen this before but it never gets old!”

He made us come out and stand next to him and paraded us around the pool deck waving at people who jeered at us and laughed. An old man made me stop so he could read my hip and then he looked up at me like I tricked him into reading something very naughty before letting me continue walking a lap around the pool.

Ted told everyone there would be betting AFTER lunch. “You’ve heard of the hunger games? Well this is the mother-fucking redneck games!”

My brother is a big fan of the Hunger Games and I’ve heard him tell me that I look like Katniss in the face before. I’ve been meaning to read them. I wondered if they would have given me an edge in the coming contests.

Ted had all four of us kneel on the sidewalk where we could be fed while Catfish manned the grill area and sold drinks. Daisy held my Aunt’s nose up to the back of her substantial ass and blasted a fart right in Crystal’s teeth. “Well pardon my French!” she grinned as she rubbed the smell into my Aunt’s nose.

“Thank You Mistress,” Crystal told her it was refreshing and now she would look forward to eating some food to wash the taste of shit out of her nostrils.

Daisy seemed stymied trying to get my Aunt’s goat, no matter how hard she pushed, and continued to escalate things in order to see where my Aunt’s breaking point was.

She leaned in close to me and whispered, “I am going to have your brother’s 5% and then I am going to work on taking your 10% - and there isn’t shit you can do about it, so enjoy it while you can!”

I had always felt like, even though the other girls were competitive, that we were all playing on the same team here. They can be selfish at times but they also had a sense of obligation to one another, that they wouldn’t leave each other totally hanging either. I didn’t feel that with Daisy – I felt like she was actively working against everyone but herself.

Savannah made a jerk off motion with her hand when Daisy’s back was turned to us and rolled her eyes. “This bitch is getting on my last nerves!” my cousin was doing everything she could not to stand up and kick Daisy’s ass. I was amazed at the self-control it took someone with a temper like hers to stick to her guns while people gathered to see her humiliation and pay to hand-feed her.

“Makes me appreciate Ted’s coon-ass redneck ways,” Savannah grumbled to herself as she pretended to smile broadly at the leering men staring at us while we knelt.

We had been instructed to kneel next to the V.I.P. Area, so the hard-core watchers who sat there could have a good view of our humiliating hand-feeding. Crystal leaned in to me and whispered, “We should only worry about the things in our control, dear,” and kissed me on the cheek before returning to her kneeling position sitting up straight, tits out, chin up and hands resting at her sides.

I wasn’t sure how to react to her being reassuring and so completely gung-ho about what we were doing. It was good advice – I just didn’t expect it to come from my Aunt. She had been kind and offered advice when it suited her in the past, but never like this. I was as unsure as her own kids as to what to make of her new attitude.

She had bitched and complained about how things were in the past, but she had never struck me as the kind of person who worried about the future. I had never thought too much about what made my Aunt tick, but now I was wondering if this philosophy was really how she got through life.

Then I figured my Aunt would have chuckled and said, “Nah, I read that on the back of a bathroom wall some where once,” if I had asked her before today even if it really was her philosophy; but now I was seeing a completely new Crystal – and trying to understand what could have caused such a complete change in behavior and outlook.

Ted began to explain to the curious throng of rednecks and trailer trash, who were curious why we were kneeling in a row, why it had been decided we should have our food privileges removed from us. He had given this speech the day before but this time he embellished more and clarified that we used to take our food for granted and eat as much as we wanted, when we wanted it, how we wanted it and wasted most of it – and he was going to teach us a valuable lesson. I think he even touched upon starving kids in Africa who would be thankful to kneel next to us and receive what we were about to receive.

Someone in the crowd shouted “Bullshit!” and Ted shielded his eyes from the sun in order to scan the crowd to see who said it. I had a feeling he was concerned it was the wise-cracking teenager who often set him up to be the punch-line of a joke.

It was a guy with a duck-hunting baseball cap and a beard who stood up and said he saw us having a “grand old time, laughing and spending money at Applebee’s last night!”

The crowd soured on us quickly. Ted had told them we were kept under discipline now all of the time and this man was standing up to say we were lying. I think when people watch Jerry Springer they like to think the guests may be real but in the back of their minds they know no one can live like some of these people do full-time.

They still wouldn’t appreciate someone coming right out and saying they had been lying the entire time and were just playing a role.

“Whoa, Whoa!” Ted held up his hands to wave the crowd to stop murmuring. Ted may be shiftless, insecure, lazy, dishonest, narcissistic, misogynistic, and always looking for shortcuts to getting rich quick, but if he has one good quality it his ability to baffle others with his blustering bullshit.

“That was a bet and the girls had won so they got to eat with us at the table in Applebee’s and I paid for that – you are right, you are right,” Ted scratched his chin pensively. “The girls had to sit up straight and only eat what they were given – but at home and here they are kept under discipline tighter than your asshole!” Ted scored points with the crowd by pointing at the man, accusing him of dishonesty, and joking about how tight his asshole was.

One of the stoned redneck teenagers who we had seen at the adult novelty store the day before quipped, “How do you know he doesn’t have a LOOSE asshole!”

This only served to make the crowd laugh more and at the guy who accused us of faking the discipline and defused the situation.

“It’s true!” Donger the Australian transplant to the Buckman spoke up in the crowd. He was wearing short denim-shorts, which were way too small for him, and getting sun at the new pool. He was probably here flashing people as well but I hadn’t seen him until this point because I had been too busy working.

He defended us adding, “Ted lets me look in their window and I’ve seen them eating off the floor in doggy bowls! He runs a tight ship on those bitches!!”

“That is right!” Ted smiled – the fickle crowd turned against the accusing redneck and he faded back into the crowd and withdrew his challenge.

The crowd really didn’t seem to question the need to keep us under such discipline anymore. They had already been told we were bitches who lost a bet and the fact that one of the consequences to that was having our food restricted in how we eat, what we eat, and how long we have to eat was not questioned. The fact that someone challenged it was really happening, and another person confirmed it was, only served to reinforce to the collective mindset of the crowd that this was what was ‘supposed to happen’.

The crowd accepted it as truth, but now wanted to see for themselves.

“Stop by anytime!” Ted offered that there was a five-dollar window fee with a big smile.

We’d be on display at all times at home. I wondered what that meant if my dad ever did come back!

I told myself “Of course he is GOING to come back” and hoped that would not be until at least after Sunday.

The crowd could gawk at us for free, and only a few of them paid for the privilege of sitting in the V.I.P tent, so most of them were very unlikely to take Ted up on his offer of access to our house.

I knew it meant that if, or rather WHEN my parents come back to the trailer I would have a tough choice to make at that time. I preferred to follow my Aunt’s advice of worrying about what happens next week when the time came instead of letting it get in the way of what was happening now.

Ted continued to play the part of the carnival barker, talking us up for all our shortcomings and things we did wrong – both real and imagined, as he hyped up the crowd to reach into their wallets as active participants in the discipline he convinced them we so richly deserved.

Daisy asked us if we were ready for “Slapsgiving!” and called us her ‘little piggies’. The only one to answer her was my Aunt, who enthusiastically gave her a “Yes Mistress! Thank you for asking!”

Ted went over the prices for our food with the dozen or so people gathering for the spectacle and there were no surprises at first. We were to be fed raw-hot dogs, carrots, suck grapes out of their hands, bananas, and they could pour warm milk on our faces just like the days leading up to this. The tricks who bought these food items were officially called “Sponsors” and would be permitted to hand feed and tease us almost like zoo animals.

Ted told them he would be ‘buzzing’ us when they ran out of time. “The girls have to show how much they appreciate you sponsoring their feeding, but in interest of time – when you hear the buzzing – they are to gobble it up and the next person is to take their turn.”

I was actually looking forward to eating SOMETHING – even if I was more thirsty than I was hungry, until Daisy produced a cardboard box someone brought her from the Stump and Pump Gas Station – which also sold live fishing bait.

“Worms! Five dollars for five!” she held up the creepy-crawly worms in her hand and they slimed around and slithered. I almost wretched when I realized I would have to eat dirty little worms. A few of the guys in Duck Dynasty camouflage trucker hats noticed my discomfort and laughed at the ‘city girl’!

“We’ve all done it,” Daisy reminded everyone of summers spent eating fried worms on a dare when they were twelve or thirteen as a rite of passage. “Oh,” Daisy saw me shudder and asked in front of the dozen or so rednecks grinning at us, “Did the poor, little rich girl never have to eat worms on a dare? They go great with ketchup or mustard, hell I ate a bunch once with horseradish and maple syrup after they had been in a blender.”

Ted’s sister dangled one over my nose and I reluctantly opened my mouth so she could feed it to me in front of them.

“Nuh-uh,” she giggled as if denying me the privilege of eating one of her disgusting pink wriggling worms. “These are for paying customers. They aren’t cheap! You don’t get to eat free, and you will be thankful. I know you are used to cocks a whole lot longer and wider than this and a whole lot blacker than these pink worms,” she implied I loved black-men.

I don’t consider myself racist in any way, but I was positive that people in the Buckman might be – even though they lived right next to people of every color. There was a strong segment of the population that got along with other races, but looked down at anyone who crossed the racial barriers.

“You guys ASKED for this,” I don’t remember exactly ‘ASKING’ for this treatment or her involvement but she seemed to feel her tormenting us was completely justified because of it. She grabbed my nose between her knuckle and forefinger and twisted it playfully before sauntering off to sell worms for us to eat.

Ted joked with Catfish when he saw the worms added to the menu “You know what is worse than biting into an apple and finding a worm?”

“Finding HALF a worm?” Catfish answered with a grin while stroking his mustache.

“No,” Ted laughed. “My boot up these bitches asses!” and they both laughed hysterically at their own joke.

Catfish and Ted sold the more traditional food and she offered up five worms for five bucks while smoking a cigarette. Conner acted as DJ and he sang to the tune of ‘The old gray mare – aint what she used ta’ be’.

Great green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts,

Mutilated monkey meat, chopped up parakeet.

French-fried eyeballs rolling down the street.

Oops, I forgot my spoon!

So they gave me a split-splat, pus-on-top,

Monkey vomit and camel snot,

All wrapped up in birdie poo,

So eat it, Aunt Crystal, Savannah, Lloyd and Ellen it’s good for you!

With vitamin C, and protein too

And don’t forget the doggie doo!

My brother’s rendition of the song didn’t make any one laugh – except for himself. He quickly switched over to blast some southern rock over the booth speakers, which greatly pleased the crowd.

I shuddered at contents of the song and was actually thankful the worst things I had to eat were worms out of the dirty hands of strangers in a trailer park.

I didn’t say I was REALLY thankful for it – just thankful it wasn’t any worse than it was.

Lloyd was the least popular of the four of us and there were times he didn’t have anyone feeding him at all. Lloyd had what he called “Sugar Mamas”, who were often in their late 40’s and ranged from pleasantly plump to as curvaceous as Crystal, that kept him fed. They would see him kneeling and waiting with a big grin on his face and feed him. The rules had to be different for him because the ladies rarely wanted to hand-feed him.

Lloyd had some 20 pound dumb bells nearby that he would use to flex with and do biceps curls. He always seemed to draw the interest of at least one lady who wanted to oil up my handsome cousin or just watch him work out.

Ted struck gold when he let Lloyd eat a Twinkie. Lloyd held it up like a woman’s pussy and licked the creamy center out flicking his tongue in and out and up and down – His sugar mamas swooned.

“Do little circles!!” one of them cooed and he obliged with a broad grin across his handsome, well-tanned face.

I wasn’t as lucky or as popular. My cousin was apparently no stranger to worms and she dared the men to “bring them on.” She gobbled them and let them inch their way out of her lips, to show the men they were still alive when she sucked them back in, and swallowed them. She had two or three at once and they slithered together in her mouth almost serpentine like and I have to admit – it looked sexy.

Eating worms was apparently one of the challenge cards in Savannah’s “Game of Life” that I never had to endure and I now wish I had. It would have prepared me the first time a man spent five dollars to feed me one of the nasty, little wriggling worms. She had done it before many times and she had made people do it before as a dare or consequence to her games. This was still humiliating to her – but she did it with a sexy flourish I didn’t think I had.

My sponsor dangled the wriggling worm over my mouth and teased “open wide little rich bitch and eat what uncle wormy has for you to enjoy”. He asked me if I was going to enjoy this.

“Not really sir,” I was being honest as I looked up and held my mouth open for him to drop it in. I had to play the rich-bitch persona who was willing to be punished and accepted it – and a part of her was the real me. The part that dreaded what I had to do right now but was willing to do it to get it over with.

“That’s really too bad,” he let it drop and told me, “This is so fucking awesome!” with a sadistic grin on his face as he watched me convulse and try not to spit the worm out. “Let me see the worm!”

I opened my mouth for him and he grinned, “Best five dollars I’ve spent all day!” he took a drag from his cigarette and prepared another one for me. “Go ahead and chew that one up - I don’t want you to just swallow it down.”

He told me a story about when he was a kid he once ate thirty of these on a dare and his older brother made him chew them up and this was sweet-revenge. I wanted to say that it would only be sweet revenge if his older brother was the one doing the chewing, but my mouth was full of gooey-slime.

I’ve eaten gummy worms before and, while I knew it wouldn’t taste like candy, I had half-hoped that it would have the same consistency. It squirted into my mouth as soon as I bit into him and exploded down my throat. The man insisted I show him the chewed up guts before I could swallow and dropped another in to take his place.

“Suck on that worm like you would my fat cock,” he laughed. He was missing one of his front teeth and his hands were covered in the soot from working with cement. He lectured, “I work for a living in order to have the money to pay for your food! You girls think everyone fucking owes you and that’s why you are down on your knees now – how does it feel?”

I could see my Aunt next to me actively encouraging someone to push a whole hot-dog down her throat and smiling at him. She looked like she was having fun with being hand-fed and teased, and I remembered her recent advice telling me to only worry about the things I can control.

I was not in control here – of just about anything. I was kept in an almost constant state of semi-arousal by the teasing and the restrictive bindings around my tits, although seldom over the edge to actual arousal. I had no control over my pussy’s production of cum or the fact that right now my turgid, fat nipples were protruding out of my bikini top so noticeably that he was staring right at them, instead of my open mouth – the show he paid to see!

‘How does it feel? How do you think it fucking feels you toothless redneck hayseed? Why don’t you get down on your knees and eat a dick then come talk to me about how it feels to be hand-fed by someone who thinks the show Wheel of Fortune is for brainiacs and that the flea market is culture. You paid a whole five dollars to humiliate me, but the joke is on you because this money is going straight to my mother and father; who are going to get me the fuck out of here and on to college while you will still be here shoveling shit or dumping cement or whatever the fuck you do every day that no one cares about!!!’ is what I wanted to say.

I imagined how I would say it and how everyone would applaud me. And then I would raise my hand high above my head and walk on to the golden chariot that would fly me to Mount Olympus, where I would ascend to godhood for having had the courage to stand up to this shit-kicker.

Instead, I chewed another worm and swallowed it like I was Savannah chewing gum and played the part I was supposed to play. “I don’t really like it, Sir. But you know, like I have to say I appreciate you making me eat worms or like I’ll get punished and Uncle Ted might even let you be the one to spank my butt – so I appreciate it, like you know?” using my fake vapid and shallow accent.

The look on his face was priceless, as he realized I was taking his crap and swallowing it but it wasn’t breaking me. I genuinely smiled at that, as I asked him to hurry up and give me the last one or my Uncle Ted was going to “like shock me in my asshole and it’s a total bummer!”

He went back to stand in line to buy something else to feed me right after he finished with me! I had pissed him off just enough that he wanted to prove a point and yet he still thought I was hot enough on some level to enjoy doing this to. I was starting to understand what Crystal meant about getting them TO love you, but not fall IN love with you.

He kind of despised me and yet he was fascinated with me – or his idea of who I really was.

I felt guilty to be despised – but a part of me actually enjoyed the power I had over him. He was the one with the money and the worms and I was the one on my knees eating them – but I felt like I controlled the entire situation and as long as I was a snot – he would keep doing what I thought he would do.

I was always the least popular of all the girls to be hand-fed. I have been told I am pretty but I feel pretty ordinary and average – especially compared to my blonde cousin.

Usually I had a little breathing room between customers because the tricks crowd around my Aunt and Savannah but today we were all busy. The next guy waiting for me stood over me with a banana and said he wished he had some whip-cream for it.

Daisy offered him some whip-cream for a dollar when she over-heard him. She held up a canister of whipping cream.

He shook his head and told her the price was too steep.

“Well fuck you then,” She huffed a long drag out of the cream dispenser and went back to selling her worms.

I noticed my Aunt Crystal was flanked by April and her daughter Tawny Haislip, standing on either side of her, while she knelt. They both had hot-dogs and were ‘double-dogging’ her, by putting it in her smiling mouth while Ted took a picture with the Polaroid camera. She actually thanked them with a courteous smile and not a trace of the rivalry that usually smoldered between her and April.

On my left Savannah was eating worms hand-fed to her by the two boys from the adult novelty store Tater and Gerald. They were both smiling and laughing and she looked miserable, but stoically chewed and swallowed each worm. “God-damn, go a little slower – you are about to fucking choke me, Sir,” she demanded in consternation.

“You made us both eat seventeen worms the last time we played the Game of Life at your house,” Gerald reminded her. He looked like he was enjoying the payback immensely and so was his friend Tater.

“I also sucked your dick yesterday, Sir!” Savannah reminded the boy that she had fellated him behind the dumpster, as if that made them even.

“I was high as fuck yesterday,” he admitted and told her he could barely remember.

“Well,” she consoled herself, “after Sunday, y’all motherfuckers are going to have to kiss my motherfucking ass; because if we play Game of Life again, I am going to make you dig up thirty-worms and suck them down like y’all are making me do,” Savannah’s expression turned from threatening to sour as they dropped another worm down her throat with a grin.

Lloyd had it much better than the rest of us. A woman in her late forties was oiling up his arms with suntan lotion and lovingly feeding him a banana and some grapes while he preened and flirted with her.

The summer sun offered plenty of sunshine and people were also playing around the pool area. O.J. had mandated that Ted be the only one with a tailgater grill; and he was actually doing a pretty brisk business of selling cooked hamburgers and hot-dogs to people who were just there to swim at the pool, be seen, and see others.

I am sure that we were the talk of the pool, because of the spectacle we were putting on, but no one complained about us. The music was lively, the smell of the grill was appetizing and there was sweet titty cheesecake flashing tits around.

I should also point out we were not the only girls in skimpy bikinis. The girls that live in the Buckman aren’t typically very shy and many of them enjoyed the attention. There were short and fat ones, tall and skinny ones, big amazon shaped girls and even a midget – all of them had on skimpy bikinis or jean-shorts and every now and then a titty or ass cheek would pop out at the pool that didn’t belong to one of us.

I watched as a girl a little younger than me dashed out of the pool still sopping wet and up to her friend who was laying on a lawn chair. She grabbed the material of her friend’s bikini-bottoms and gave her an ‘atomic wedgie’ as a prank; and the girl jumped up when the wet-hand yanked the back of her bikini bottoms and lost the top she had untied to avoid tan-lines when she laid on her stomach to soak up some sun.

People laughed, joked, smoked, and enjoyed themselves like it was a party. The only focus wasn’t women either. Guys liked to roll up in their shiny chromed out motorcycles or drive up in their powerful muscle cars and rev their engines. They drank beer and caroused around the pool just doing their thing all afternoon.

This was one of those times like when I was at Applebee’s when the grueling humiliation and sweaty, disgusting work was pushed to the back of my mind. The optimist in me would smile and get lost in the moment and have fun with what we were doing – teasing and cavorting around to music and good times.

It was much easier because Savannah, Lloyd, and especially my Aunt were doing the same thing and it acted as sort of a positive peer pressure feedback loop. If I had been the only one out here with a thong eating worms while on my knees I would have literally shit myself in terror and fled the nightmare scenario.

I had eaten over a half-a-dozen ‘treats’ hand-fed to me by sponsors wanting to correct ‘my attitude’ when Daisy waddled over to where I was. “I don’t see why people like your skinny ass,” she sneered at me and bit into a juicy hamburger, allowing the ketchup to run down her chin before wiping it off with her finger and sucking it.

“Real men like a little meat on their women’s bones,” she patted her own ass and explained, “I don’t have to show everything I got - I have more self-respect than that!” she farted, burped, then sneezed without covering it with her hand before dropping half her hamburger.

She started to pick it up and saw I was grinning at her accident. “Crawl over there and eat that burger without your hands!” she told me she didn’t want it going to waste and I had to eat it off the cement.

I should have known better than to grin at her – but I couldn’t help myself and now I had to pay for my mistakes. I could have picked up the burger and thrown it at the bitch but I had to be satisfied with just imagining her wiping greasy ketchup and mustard coated burger from her face.

“Yes Ma’am,” I reluctantly obeyed – what else could I do? I didn’t have a customer at that moment paying to feed me and she was technically the boss of me. I looked over at Conner, who was obliviously pumping his fist and playing the Electric Slide.

It's Electric!

You can't see it

It's electric!

You gotta feel it

It's electric!

Ooh, it's shakin'

It's electric!

Jiggle-a-mesa-cara

She's a pumpin' like a matic

She's a movin' like electric

She sure got the boogie

I crawled on my hands and knees and stuck my ass up towards the sun while I ate her fallen burger. I knew that the micro-bikini I wore left very little to the imagination and I may as well be naked, because I could feel a cool summer wind hit my pussy and asshole while the sun’s rays shone down on me.

Our sponsors giggled and weren’t all that surprised by my crawling and eating off the ground.

We had done so many outrageous things out by the pool that outrageous started to seem kind of normal.

A few guys watched me try to tear at the burger with my teeth as I picked it up off the dirty cement; but someone even stepped over me, as if I wasn’t even there, to get over to where people had assembled to line dance to the funky disco song playing.

Black people, Hispanic people, and White people were spontaneously clapping their hands, step dancing, and then pivoting to the Electric Slide, together in formation.

“There is you some niggers out there,” Daisy was standing over me with hands on her hips looking down on me with malicious intent as I ate the scraps of her burger for her amusement. I wasn’t sure I should even acknowledge what she said, but she repeated it again and waited for me to say something.

“I will be sure and go try to meet with the best looking ones, if Uncle Ted gives me permission, Ma’am,” I replied coyly.

“He ain’t your Uncle,” she sneered and reminded me I was no Gaylord and no relation to her. “Crystal ain’t his wife, even if he says it IS by common-law!” she scoffed at the notion we were any relation.

I had considered my Aunt and by extension Ted as family because they accepted me as such and we felt like a family – a dysfunctional one by any standard, but a family. I hadn’t thought about it when Ted started calling her his wife at times. I chalked it up to his love for her or perhaps he now claimed ownership of her ass – that he felt they were joined in matrimony.

It also just sounded more possessive to say “Hey are you looking at my wife?” instead of “my girlfriend!”

Daisy on the other hand thought we were seeking the honor of her prestigious family name.

If Ted and Daisy were any indication – their particular branch of that tree was not exactly flush with cash. The name seemed to be a double edged sword that carried with it name-recognition but some people were wary of making deals with a Gaylord, the way they might be if making deals with the devil.

“I believe the main difference in deals with the devil is that he tends to keep his word, when a Gaylord wouldn’t,” I thought I heard Skeeter Tomley say in the V.I.P. area once.

She reached down and led me by the collar into our booth and made me get on stage. “Your Uncle thinks you are full of shit,” she started running water in the sink. “Get your clothes off and we’ll see if your skinny ass is enough to entertain the V.I.P tent while they wait for what I plan to do to your Aunt for the main event!”

I stripped quickly out of my bikini next to my brother who was working the stereo. We made eye contact for a brief moment and he smiled at me and I smiled back. I am not sure what was passed between us but it made me less nervous as I climbed onto the wooden ledge and Daisy rolled up the shade to reveal an audience of about 8 V.I.P members eating and talking amongst themselves.

They looked up at me and I smiled back at them. I was calm - most of the regulars had seen me shave myself this morning and I was mentally preparing myself to give them another show of sorts. I wasn’t sure what I’d have to do but I was surprisingly accepting of my fate and felt sure of myself on the thick wooden plank - it just felt safe under the tent awning.

That was until I saw it – “Oh my god, no please!!”