Chapter Forty-Nine

My face is up here – but please look at my tits anyway.

The rest of the Thursday was as you might expect – horrifying, painful, intensely humiliating and vastly profitable.

Lloyd had developed a following of what Ted called “Cash-cows”. He didn’t have nearly the volume of customers the girls did, but lonely, forty-something ladies were quite generous with him and they could be very territorial.

If one woman liked him, then along would come another woman to compete for his attention and usually that meant he earned some money. Ted had some really tight baseball pants for him that hugged his thighs and let my cousin walk around shirtless for the rest of the day. Most of the women didn’t like humiliating and punishing Lloyd the way the guys did us girls.

I say most – because then there were some like Tammy who wanted to squeeze his balls as hard as she could.

Lloyd was a big fan of TV shows like Jackass where stunt men do stupid and outrageous things to themselves and others. They staple themselves with a stapler or get in a shopping cart and race down-hill until they crash. He took his cock out and let her squeeze as hard as she could for five-dollars a tug without hesitation. He groaned and grunted but he took his punishments as stoically as anyone could expect.

Crystal finally returned from the bathroom. Her hair was a mess and she looked as tore-down and exhausted as I had ever seen her after one of her hangovers. She didn’t let that stop her from following Ted or anyone who was in charge around and obediently doing anything she was told.

Daisy had asked me if my Aunt threw the wrestling match and I told her, “No, I was just really mad and lucky, Ma’am!” she looked like she didn’t believe me – but I could tell it was eating her up that she didn’t take Ted’s offer. She would have 15% stake in everything and have Crystal to boss around as she wanted.

She didn’t let the fact she didn’t win the bet stop her from making my Aunt’s life as miserable as she could. She made my Aunt participate in the most absurd and over the top grifts she could think of – sometimes with people who only days before had been told a completely different story when my Aunt was still in charge.

“Did you get caught last night fucking yourself on a broom handle?” Daisy asked Crystal in front of an unsuspecting trick. The customer was supposed to believe one of us had done something wrong and we were to be punished –and he would pay for the privilege of carrying out the sentence himself.

“Yes Ma’am, I was so horny,” Crystal admitted to play along, “I am so sorry everyone caught me. I should have been fucking my man but he was tired and I was being naughty, Ma’am.” Crystal vivaciously lied.

“How far did you have that broom handle up your ass when Bill walked in and caught you playing with yourself, you skank?” Daisy’s tone was vulgar and judgmental.

“I don’t know Ma’am,” Crystal was a little hesitant to answer, but added brightly with a smile, “I’ve never had any reason to measure it - not that far.”

“Nonsense,” she dismissed my Aunt’s words and told her that Bill had seen it at least six inches up her asshole. She turned to the trick, “How much would you give me if this bitch could sit six inches deep on a pole and not bat an eyelash?”

He seemed bewildered and didn’t understand her question – he was a bit overwhelmed.

“I say I bet she can sit on six inches of a fence post and if she can’t – I’ll give you twenty dollars out of my own pocket,” Daisy clarified that it was a bet.

He took her up on it after she brow beat him into it. Then she instructed my Aunt to remove her swimsuit and sit down. “You look like you are tired – take a load off and rest.”

Daisy told the trick that her brother had taken to putting a shock plug up her ass to keep her from wanting to get fucked there – but what good does it do?” she fired off the remote once and Crystal didn’t seem to blink at the pain. Then she insisted Crystal remove it so she could show this man how she was found the night before.

She pointed to a black metal pole at the pool entrance gate. It was smooth on top and somewhat phallic but very wide. She marked off what was six inches and put her hands on her hips “Well – sit! You always walk around like you have a stick up your ass anyway– let’s see if it’s paid off.”

There was a moment that Crystal looked at Ted’s sister and I thought she was going to smack her or at least refuse the order. She paused and smiled at the man, “Only if you spit on my asshole first to lube me up?”

She turned around and pulled her bare ass cheeks apart to let the man hock a loogie right on her asshole. He smiled – it was the sexiest thing he had seen in a while and he had an instant boner visible through his corduroy trousers. Crystal turned her head over her shoulder to smile pleasantly at him and wink.

“Let me do it too!” Daisy couldn’t let the man have the erotic moment without first leaning right over Crystal’s head and letting spit drip down onto her forehead and hair. “Oops, I missed – now show this man how you were found last night in my trailer in front of my precious kids!”

Crystal sashayed over to the fence post and turned around to face the man. She parted her legs and stood on her tippy toes as she raised herself up and over the fence post. She guided it into her asshole and then slowly lowered herself while Daisy urged her to go faster.

“You better not lose this twenty or you will regret it – I know you have a vast cavern of an asshole and you’ve been packing nuts in there like a squirrel since 2^nd grade.”

As mean spirited as these insults were – Crystal was unflappable. She didn’t return them with her normal sassy indifference or sarcasm. She wasn’t condescending or patronizing – she looked like she saw them as valid, constructive observations of her own behavior.

It was so out of character that my heart felt for her – why had she changed so much in only one day? I speculated maybe it was a gambit of some kind to make it seem like words didn’t hurt her. If it was to get them to eventually get bored of insulting her and humiliating her, that didn’t seem like it was going to happen anytime soon – especially for Daisy who rubbed my Aunt’s nose in it every chance she could.

“Oh yes Ma’am,” Crystal admitted openly “We were in girl scouts together – I remember that.” she was still working herself down the pole and shimmying into place. It had the effect of forcing her legs apart so her pussy lips were fully exposed as she held herself up with both hands while asking if she had reached six inches.

Daisy told her she hadn’t and made her stretch an extra inch or so more on the pole which caused my Aunt some pain and frustration - but Daisy earned the twenty bucks – which she promptly put between her tits for safe-keeping.

“May I get down now, Ma’am?” Crystal asked politely already starting to glide herself back up.

“Why?” Crystal used a pair of Ted’s handcuffs on each of my Aunt’s ankles and spread her legs apart to lock her onto the fence. Then she wrote “TIPS” across my Aunt’s bare chest and told her to hold her mouth open.

“Any Hole but Ass Hole – it’s full” Daisy said out loud as she wrote the words in magic marker across my Aunt’s tummy. “You having fun Crystal?” Daisy sneered once she had my Aunt in the most painful and exposed position she could be in.

My Aunt kept her mouth open and answered “Actually yes, Ma’am – kind of.”

Daisy snapped a clothespin on my Aunt’s tongue and told her to keep her mouth open. “It isn’t good for much – maybe someone will stick a buck in there instead of another cock – while you are out cheating on my brother!”

I would imagine it isn’t cheating if Ted promised her mouth to people who bet money on her – but Daisy’s anger was about something else anyway. She seemed thoroughly jealous and frustrated with my Aunt.

I didn’t get to watch the rest of the scene because Catfish was behind me chiding me for lollygagging around and led me over to the DJ booth to be locked in a spanking chair for punishment of my own.

After I received my spankings from an older gentleman who seemed to think I smoked a carton of cigarettes a day and he was stopping me from getting lung cancer – I told him I thoroughly learned my lesson and thanked him.

I had been spanked and prodded for a good 20 minutes and when I was done – my Aunt was still on the pole and she had several dollar bills and a five in her mouth and pussy – people had tipped her.

April Haislip even slipped her a dollar bill in what appeared to be begrudging respect before she left the pool area.

The crowds started to go home around 3PM but we were left with the regular watchers and some new people. It gave us time to wash cars and do some grifts, but there were no grand-slams where we tried to get a large show together.

I was steadily busy earning money right up until about 5pm when we were supposed to shut down.

Ted reminded his sister that she would be searched either here or when they got back to the trailer one way or the other.

“I don’t think so – you pervert!” she feigned outrage at the very notion she would cheat Ted out of money or that she’d have to submit to any search.

“You agreed to the rules – if you want to be a boss then you have to get searched,” Ted reminded her.

“Catfish or you going to get searched?” Daisy scoffed.

“Yes – when O.J. and S.S get here to pack up – we are going to be searched – it’s to keep things fair,” Ted admitted. I don’t think he liked to be reminded that he was subject to someone else’s rules.

I hadn’t seen Savannah in a while – and it was at that moment Junior’s white Cadillac with tinted windows pulled up. The backseat door opened and Savannah popped out wearing a different bikini and counting hundred dollar bills with a foxlike grin on her face.

Junior or whoever was driving the caddy didn’t stick around after she got dropped off. I realized that as bad as I had it – My Aunt and Savannah had done some nasty things today that I hadn’t had to do – and were still doing them. It made it easier to accept – to feel like this wasn’t just about me. The fact they were doing what I was doing made it easier to swallow undergoing this fantasy discipline for money and the vicarious thrills of the trailer park customers.

Savannah pranced like a cat who just ate all the tuna fish wiggling its tail with glee as she held the money. Ted approached with his hand out to take it from her.

“Oh shit,” she handed over the money with a wistful reluctance.

Ted grinned and counted it, “You’ll get your share of this -don’t worry.”

“I earned ALL of that god-damned money though,” Savannah mumbled under her breath as she walked over to where I was.

“What was that cunt-hole?” Ted asked her to repeat herself.

“I said thank you very much oh wise and mighty master of our pussies – thank you for the opportunity to share the money I earned by doing perverted things for perverted old men and get back a small share of it, Sir.” she was tired, angry, and didn’t want to play-act anymore. She had reached a limit at the end of the day –and it was probably going to get her in real trouble.

Ted was about to react and most likely give her the attitude adjustment she had coming when my brother spoke up. “Savannah,” he said, “I can understand your frustration. You are one of the stars of the show. A play has leading ladies and you are one of our main draws. You can’t have the play without the villains and the stage hands though. We all have our parts to play – we share in the responsibility and the work, and that is why we all get a share of the profits. You don’t think it’s pleasant for me to punish my sister do you? I am just basically playing a role.”

“Did Frog-boy get to keep his 5% or is it going to Daisy, Sir?” Savannah sighed and didn’t reply to Conner. I think in her own sassy style she acknowledged his point by not addressing it at all. I was glad he admitted he was play-acting without my having to have an awkward conversation with him.

“I am going to give him 5% from my money and take care of Daisy and Catfish. I didn’t do the math right when I figured this out and that is on me,” Ted admitted graciously. It was the right thing to do and even he knew that.

“Thank you Sir,” Conner was pleased to get his cut.

Current Split: Profits

10% Odd-Job’s cut

5 % Ted’s cut

10% Crystal’s Cut

30% Savannah’s Cut –Top Bitch

10% My Cut – Bottom Bitch

20% Lloyd’s Cut

5% Conner’s Cut

5% Daisy’s Cut*

5% Catfish’s Cut*

“I will give you 5% of my cut Sir,” Crystal offered with a wintry smile. She was still chained by the ankles to the fence naked.

“Oh my gawd, mom!” Savannah covered her mouth with laughter when she saw how her mother had been positioned. “How long have you been up there?”

Savannah was the largest earner with a 30% stake and she quickly changed the topic from pitching in and redistributing profits to what her mother was doing. I don’t know if it was by intention or if it just never occurred to someone as selfish as Savannah can be at times to offer 5% too.

I know I couldn’t – but only because I intended to offer this to my parents. In the back of my mind I felt that if they caught me doing this – I might be forgiven once they see how much money it was and why I did it.

“I think about an hour and a half now,” Crystal didn’t look ashamed in any way about her position when she answered her daughter - despite the fact she was naked and her legs were wide open. It was clear to any onlooker the pole was deep in her asshole.

“Did someone pay to put you up there like that?” Savannah was grinning at her mom’s awkward situation.

“Twenty bucks at first and then I got tips,” Crystal flipped money she had folded using her tongue out of her mouth.

“Well, I just made four hundred,” Savannah beamed proudly.

“Great and I get 10% of that, just like you get 30% of the forty I made,” my Aunt smiled politely. “I was a bad girl last night and got caught playing with my ass – so this is where I was supposed to sit to teach me a lesson.” She convincingly repeated the lie that Daisy had told the trick when she was put on the gate pole.

“OMG! You are a trip today,” Savannah was grinning still at her mother’s change of personality and the current position she was bound in. “Where the fuck is O.J.? I want to go home and get this money. I have a date tonight!”

“You date who I say – when I say – and where I say,” Ted emphatically disagreed with her and furrowed his brow.

“This is play-acting Ted. There aren’t any customers around here right now – what good is this money if I can’t spend it on whatever the fuck I want to?” Savannah had a determined “I do what I want!” expression on her face and wasn’t taking any of his false bravado tough-step dad act. She had such an angelic face with long blonde hair, but she so often reminded me of a little devil in her attitude.

She had such bright blue eyes and a cherub-like button nose. She had a lithe, athletic body; and her skin had become lightly bronzed evenly from head to toe since we started washing cars. She looked like the all-American girl next door and reminded me of Apple-Pie and Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders – yet her southern drawl and ‘tough shit!’ attitude made her seem so sassy and confrontational.

I have to admit – I was envious at times that she had the body of an adult woman and we were the same age. I still felt like a little girl at times even though I am a teenager. The guys seemed to treat me like any of the other girls and many of them really liked me. I wondered if I wasn’t as boxy and nerdy as I seemed – or maybe the fact I had a doe-eyed, rich-bitch stuck-up quality that made me seem different?

I wasn’t paying attention to their discussion but Ted was not having her attitude at all.

“You go out of the house without discipline and you blow your credibility. If you go anywhere - it is chaperoned with us and under MY rules. You know the deal – you are in this until Sunday.”

“Christ!” she stamped her foot impatiently. She had apparently met a cute boy while she was under discipline today and clearly didn’t want the family doing a ‘dine and dash’ or embarrassing her the way they had used Todd a few days earlier.

“Lloyd get your mother off the pole and you turds line up naked by the booth,” Ted instructed my cousin, “I see O.J. coming!”

Lloyd and Conner dutifully unlocked Crystal’s anklets and helped her off the pole. She thanked them and showed no concern about how wide and visible her clit was. I had never really realized how different each woman’s pussy really is.

Savannah and Crystal both had ‘innies’, where the lips turned in and they looked like small slits. You could not see her clit hood until she had her legs fully apart. It looked so elegant and pretty –and pink. My Aunt has a slight dilation between her parted lips, but Savannah’s is a tight slit.

Mine on the other hand was an ‘outie’. My fat pussy lips were prominently displayed now that I was bald between the legs and my clit hood was exposed and upraised at all times – almost like a very tiny penis. My flaps were like little wings that could be flattened against my body and pushed to the left or to the right – it is embarrassing just describing my body.

I wished mine was less ‘flappy’ than theirs because I somehow felt it seemed more vulgar by comparison. It might also explain why I found myself so often dripping wet and my juices clinging to my leg and they didn’t.

I probably shouldn’t know so much about my Aunt and Cousin’s bodies, but I have had a long time to see every inch of them – Lloyd as well. I am embarrassed to even describe his perfect cock and well shaved scrotum.

“Where are we to be searched?” Conner asked Ted with a look of concern as Savannah and I removed our clothes once again. I would have thought at some point we would be arrested for indecent exposure but the Buckman was a very different place than I had grown up.

There were almost no customers or people at the pool by the end of the day – even the watchers had gone home after Conner and Lloyd packed up the chairs in the V.I.P tent.

The reaction of cars that drove by and saw my Aunt naked were mostly honks and cheers with a few scowls from women who thought she was showing off. I felt no one could get away with walking around even in a bikini, like I had on, back in Cherry Lawn. I think someone would call the police or something – but at best it seems people snapped cell phone pictures and kept driving with a big smile on their face at the crazy women flashing them at the pool or they pulled over to have a long look.

I would have thought as skimpy as my suit was and as often as I had been openly naked I would have gotten used to it by now – I wasn’t. It was a fresh new humiliation each and every time I had to expose myself in some way.

If I bent over in the bikini, my pussy flaps were visible through the thong. At several times men made it a point to tell me about 50% of the flower around my asshole nub could be seen as well – a fact that made wearing the bikini even more humiliating than being naked sometimes.

So it wasn’t much protection, but it felt infinitely more than ‘fully naked’ with no shoes or anything besides the necklace I wore as bottom bitch signifying my 10% share.

“I don’t know – I guess he’ll take us in the bathroom. I wouldn’t worry about it,” Ted directed us to line up with legs apart and stand at attention. “Tits out, ass cheeks clenched, chins up, hands behind your head with fingers interlaced!”

Savannah begrudgingly stood right next to me with her chin up and shoulder’s back. I stood next to her while the others lined up.

“I will make you a deal cunt-cake,” Ted strode over to Savannah and put his finger under his chin. “You like this boy and think you’d like to date him more than once?”

“Yes sir,” Savannah replied without hesitation.

“Then if you want us to behave he will give us a ride to the mall and we’ll leave the two of you alone for a full hour. You will, however, follow all protocols and discipline – even during that hour – is that understood?”

“Puh,” she puffed air out of her mouth, “He met me at the pool so it’s not like he doesn’t already think I was a bad girl anyway.” Savannah agreed as she second guessed whether the date was worth it or not.

“You,” Ted walked in front of me like a drill sergeant addressing a platoon of infantrymen on the parade field.

“Yes sir?” I inquired innocently.

“You did really good today and made a lot of money,” Ted’s compliment coming very unexpectedly.

“Thank you sir, I appreciate that.” I was surprised he gave me a compliment after being so mean all day.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he warned. “The thing is – if your parents come home I can’t really put a stop to this discipline. You know that right?” Ted explained that a lot of people were now counting on profits from this until Sunday.

“Can you at least tone it down – if they aren’t going to be home for a while sir?” I asked.

“I can try – but in the mean time you are going to be obedient and do everything you are told?”

“Like I have been sir?” I reminded him.

“Yes, like you have been,” he admitted with a grin.

“Oh my god, that feels good to be off that pole!” Crystal thanked her son and Conner for helping gingerly remove the pole from her rectum and help her stand up straight as she hobbled over to join our line.

“You forgetting something?” Daisy stopped her and pointed back to the pole “Surely, you aren’t going to leave your gooey snail trail and ass-sweat dripping down that pole?”

Crystal smiled at her tormentor wistfully and returned to the pole with a slight limp from being stretched for so long on the pole. She dropped to her knees on the cracked sidewalk and started licking the pole clean without being told that was how she was expected to clean it – Daisy chuckled.

“Crystal seems to be having fun,” Daisy’s massive tits shook as she laughed heartily. “I can’t wait to see her wash the dishes tonight in that pit the same way. I am sure my kids left a big enough mess for y’all to clean up.”

If all my stuff hadn’t been stolen on the first night here – I am sure it would be ruined or stolen today with her juvenile delinquent children in training.

There was an awkward silence as we stood naked waiting for O.J. when my brother asked his original question about where Catfish, Daisy, Ted and he were to be searched, “Where are we going to be searched at? Out here too?”

“Why?” Daisy teased my brother “You scared someone’s going to see your dingaling-ling?”

“I just wondered,” Conner had an innate curiosity and he liked to know things just for the sake of knowing them. I did wonder though if he had the courage to stand there naked with the rest of us.

“They better take me in the bathroom is all I have to say,” Daisy grumbled.

A green 4X4 truck with racing stripes came whizzing past us. It wasn’t O.J. It was Kung-Fu Dave with his sister and she was flashing her tits from the passenger side and making a “Whoooo” noise.

Kung-Fu Dave spun the truck around in a half-donut leaving skid marks on the pavement and revved his engine. “This my Ninjee truck – you like it?” he proudly asked with the look of someone expecting triumphant accolades for their greatness at obtaining whatever a ‘ninja truck’ was.

“Get,” Ted gritted his teeth while chewing on something, “the,” he paused for another moment, “motherfucking fuck out of here, you dumb, annoying asshole!”

“Now ain’t no need ta’ get mad,” Dave leered over at us and licked his lips, “I was just wondering if you ready ta’ talk bidness about partnering up 50/50 and let me provide securitah’ and make real money!”

“You couldn’t secure your balls at a lesbian convention, you dumb motherfucker!” Savannah launched an insult at Dave in her normal brash manner without the slightest regard for the punishment she would receive or without removing her hands from behind her head.

Savannah had a kind of stoic confidence about being naked or in a humiliating position. She knew she looked good and she didn’t seem to suffer from insecurities. I was envious – and that she had the courage to tell this guy off.

Dave was stunned, but I think my cousin’s sarcasm went right over his head. He struggled for a comeback but could only manage, “well, I t’aint the one standin’ there neckid with their titties all hangin’ in the breeze.”

Ted looked in her direction menacingly to warn her to knock it off – but he chuckled at the exchange between the two before flipping Dave off and telling him to go away.

Kung-Fu Dave’s sister grew impatient in her half-southern/half-valley girl accent “C’mon, I don’t want to work for them anyway!” but as they drove out of the Buckman she turned to flash through the back-window of the truck.

“Got one titty larger than the other and more nipple than boob!” Ted laughed with Catfish. Catfish was securing the DJ booth and locking it up for the evening just as O.J.’s red truck pulled up to the curb.

I noticed in my periphery vision that my brother had removed his clothes and was standing at attention in line with us.

“What the fuck you undress for, numb-nuts?” Ted asked with a confused expression that my brother would disrobe without having too.

“Everyone is going to get searched – One more naked person isn’t going to make much of a difference,” Conner replied bravely. “They were willing to stand at attention naked to get searched in front of the trailer park entrance where anyone could see – well, it seemed like the least I could do to show support.”

Ted shook his head and shrugged dismissively.

“We have a responsibility that comes with this authority,” my brother wasn’t finished explaining his decision. “If I want their respect I can’t ask them to do something I would be too afraid to do myself.”

I was actually very proud of him for saying that. I think my father had told him that exact same thing about his job as a Senior Vice President before he was let go from his job.

The only person to openly scoff was Daisy but she quieted down when O.J. got out of the truck.

“A noble sentiment,” O.J. addressed my brother, “But who the fuck said you will be searched at the pool anyway?”

We all looked at Ted –he returned our stare blankly – he knew he was the one who lined us up and so did Odd-Jobs.

“I already told you,” O.J. took the earnings from Ted and started to count them out in front of us. “You will get more money by teasing and giving them the hint of something than you will just stalking around here with your pussies hanging out.”

He looked up at us and stopped counting as if we should have been doing this already “So get in the back of truck.”

“Should,” I started to ask and then thought better of it. O.J. prompted me to continue “Should we get dressed then?”

“Should we get dressed, SIR!” O.J. reminded me that I needed to remain in character constantly and smacked my bottom playfully while pointing out I forgot to call him Sir – I was tired and that was a simple mistake. “You might not think people are watching but the trailer park has eyes everywhere.”

“Aww shitfire,” Savannah complained, “It’s been a long grueling day, sir and my entire ass is exhausted. Can’t we just have a night off this and I promise I’ll be ready to rock and roll in the morning?” she did look a little tired as she stood next to me in the same position.

“You are looking for loopholes for your little poop-holes,” O.J. chuckled. “I don’t see your momma bitchin’; and from what Junior told me about watching you boys and girls today out here – he was mightily impressed with her performance –good job Crystal!”

“Thank you Sir!” Crystal beamed with a happy attitude and a pleasant demeanor that was vivacious and energized, despite being run through the grinder today and technically losing two wrestling matches.

“He was glad to see you really get into it and he was surprised by your turn around in attitude. He gave me two hundred dollars to give to you directly and said he would give a bonus every-day to the girl OR guy who impressed him the most.”

We were all a little shocked. Daisy began to complain that she didn’t know that was a contest and she thought we all agreed share and share alike. “We are all in this thing together like Conner said. We got the villains,” she pointed to US, “and the good, honest normal people who are just trying to keep them in line and punish them before they do more wrong!”

She saw HERSELF as the heroine of this story?

“Look,” O.J. Explained, “Have fun with it – don’t see this as a job. See this as an adventure.”

“Isn’t that the Navy’s slogan?” Ted asked skeptically.

“The last T-shirt I read said ‘My Face is up here but please look at my tits anyway’. I am not a fountain of good slogans.” O.J. chuckled.

“That sounds like a nice shirt,” Ted laughed back, while the rest of us had to remain naked waiting for O.J. to tell us if we could dress. “Honey, would you like me to buy you a shirt like that?”

“If you think so, sir!” Crystal replied sweetly.

“Mmm, music to my ears,” Ted swooned. “How I love to hear those five little words.”

O.J. nodded and addressed Daisy, “Junior had something to say about you,” Daisy seemed very pleased with herself to have gained the notice of the wealthiest man in the county – aside from Junior’s father.

“Junior said you are representing the Gaylord name out here,” O.J. continued explaining that since Daisy was a direct relative of Junior’s family she had a certain reputation to uphold. “He likes that you aren’t afraid to change things up, but a lot of times you could have set the girls up to make more money. He wants you to get your hands wet and be more of a team player.”

Daisy harrumphed as she processed whether or not that was a positive or negative compliment and I think she ultimately decided to pretend Junior was thrilled with everything she was doing.

O.J. didn’t seem to be concerned at all that we were standing naked in a line in front of the entrance to the trailer park he ran. It was almost time for the evening rush of cars to file in and he made us wait while he thought about it.

“I guess it was good advertising this morning when you ran through the Park stark naked. People got a flash as you ran by and wanted to come check out what was going on. I will keep running you in the mornings, but you can ride in the back of the truck to go home – put on your suits or not. Everybody has to strip at the door.”

We loaded up in the back of the pickup and everyone put their clothes back on except for my Aunt. She sat completely naked and with a smile on her face as she faced her tits into the wind and smiled off into the distance resting her arms on the side of the truck bed. She let the wind whip through her hair and appeared to daydream.

“I liked what you said back there, Sir,” I told Conner that I appreciated what he said about not expecting anyone to do what you would not if you are a leader.

“I know you did,” he smiled at me, “Dad taught us that.”

“I wonder where he is and if he is okay?” I mused to myself. It was a thought I used to have regularly, but I had been so caught up in our twisted little con-game at the trailer park I had pushed it to the back of things I regularly worried about.

“Wherever he is,” Conner unexpectedly reached right up and pinched my nipple hard through my top, “He is fine and he is okay and he is working on a plan to get us home.”

“Ouch!” I scrunched my nose and recoiled at my brother’s pinch, “What did you do that for?”

He pinched my other nipple even harder next and corrected, “You forgot to call me Sir.”

I showed him a sour but whimsical grin and let the matter drop. O.J. had made it a point to remind us we were to stay in character.

Boogie’s van had mysteriously appeared only a few minutes ago to follow us slowly back to the trailer. His Dug-a-doo-doo-doo dug-a-doo-doo-doo-doo! horn blast caught my attention. He was shaking his ham-fists excitedly out the window and trying to get me to flash my tits at him or put on some show for him.

I flipped him the bird and smiled at my brother, “Just staying in character, sir! I am the rich stuck up bitch from Cherry Lawn Estates!”

He grinned back playfully and smacked me on my bottom, “Then I am the nerdy, rich boy from Cherry Lawn estates who can’t believe what a pig his sister is and is supposed to keep her in line!”

We both smiled at each other and noticed everyone else in the truck was napping or had tuned out. Ted and Catfish were up front in the cab. Daisy, being as big as she is, had to ride in the back with us but she had distanced herself from us.

Lloyd had passed out in the truck-bed and was already snoring. His very bronzed body was laying against his lithe sister who was napping as well against the cool metal of the truck bed. They were both worn completely out.

I was too – I wanted a hot shower and a nice meal. I was positive neither was waiting for me at our trailer.

I shuddered thinking about what was – and even as bad as that was. I was thankful it probably wasn’t my mom and dad waiting.