Chapter Fifty

50 shades of bitches and bosses

“It is not that I don’t trust you. It is just that I worked for your Uncle for twenty years so yeah, I guess it is that I don’t trust you,” Odd-jobs was arguing with Ted and Daisy once we arrived at the old, now familiar, trailer on Glory Hill.

“What have you done to my place?” Ted was shocked at the changes that had transpired since we left in the morning and that he was being asked to strip down to his underwear in the yard.

“You took in over 6,800 dollars today. The temptation is there to hide some of the cash if you can. You are just playing the boss down at the pool deck and if you want to keep on doing it I suggest you set an example by stripping down to your underwear. I think we are being more than reasonable,” O.J. explained that Catfish, Ted, Daisy, and Conner only had to strip to their undies out of deference to their position.

The rest of us on the other hand were now lined up naked in the front yard exactly like we were at the pool – with our hands behinds our head and our clothes on the patchy grass in front of us.

Ted had protested that at first, citing the fact it was humiliating. Savannah snorted “Ya think?” as she jiggled her tits up and down to draw attention to the fact we had our knees bent, asses sticking out for all the neighbors to see and were fully exposed while he and his sister Daisy put up a fuss.

She protested even more the idea of stripping down to her bra and panties, “I don’t want my kids to see me like this!”

“You don’t mind your kids seeing Crystal’s ta-ta’s, but you do your own?” Ted chastised his sister’s logic.

“Yeah, but she IS a slut and shows them to everybody!” Daisy feigned a moral superiority that no one outside was buying.

“Fine,” O.J. sounded accommodating adding that she just wouldn’t get her share today. “We’ll search you guys in the bathroom. We just want to check all your clothes and have a quick look. It isn’t going to be any more pleasant for S.S. that he has to check under your tits than it is for you.”

He reminded her that she agreed to follow all the rules in order to participate in this endeavor and reluctantly they started to step out of their clothes along with everyone else.

Daisy popped off her shirt and even with the bra her massive boobs shook like Jell-O as she pulled off the skimpy shirt and stepped out of her jean shorts. She had what O.J. called a “Ba-donk-a-donk-adonk Butt” because it had “one extra donk” then most Ba-donk-a-donks. I have to admit as stout and squat as she appeared, once she was down to panties and bra – she was very curvy. I later learned that her body type was called “Rubenesque” – plump, but sensuous with very good curves.

I was too close to the road to see her face clearly, but I thought I saw the outline of a faint smile on Daisy’s face as she received some positive attention for the size and shape of her boobs as she removed the t-shirt. “They just swoll up after I became pregnant the first time and remained that way.” She shrugged. It seemed like she was preening and being modest to underscore how big they were.

They were easily almost twice the size of Crystal’s and very natural looking. There was no telling how much the bra helped keep them in place and firm –they hung and swayed in a natural teardrop shape.

“Go big or go home,” O.J. teased her about the size of her enormous tits and said, “You can wear a bra tomorrow if you are worried about it – but you ARE taking off the shirt today – your tits may be big but it’s nothing any of us haven’t seen already. I want to take you guys out for dinner tonight – so let’s hurry if you plan to go.”

“But MY trailer?” Ted was still in shock over what had been done to enhance the believability of our financial troubles.

“I believe it actually belongs to Crystal – but don’t worry, it’s just for show,” O.J. sounded proud of the alterations he made and oblivious to Ted’s concern.

There were several ‘Foreclosed for non-payment’ signs in the lawn and on the trailer.

There were some signs that were hand-painted “Wife and daughters eating me out of house and home. They have the spending problem and I have the paying problem. We just got car repo’d, water and lights about to be shut off and going to get evicted. Please see me. Donations appreciated.”

O.J. had removed the screens and curtains inside all the rooms in the trailer so that now you could easily see inside from the lawn – including the shower.

The biggest surprise was that the trailer was now jacked up at a slight angle and sitting on a rig designed to allow a semi to pull it.

“Don’t worry – it can all go back the way it was after this Sunday. We just used our cherry-picker to lift up the trailer and make it look like you are being evicted. People will stop believing this and it won’t keep being a new idea by Monday. Maybe we’ll figure out something that generates buzz after Monday. You’ll have to squeeze every penny out of it between now and then.”

Ted was skeptical and asked, “Why did you remove all the curtains though?”

“That’s why,” O.J. pointed to some teenage boys on bicycles riding slowly past us on the street. “They have passed you guys four times since we parked.”

I hadn’t noticed because my back was facing the street and I was so caught up in looking at the trailer disconnected from the wooden deck.

“Who cares if some boys can see us or not?” Ted looked confused. He was standing in front of his lawn scratching his balls through his yellowed underwear with just a wife-beater tank-top on as well.

“You can’t see in completely but you can get a glimpse from the road. It generates buzz – makes people want to drive past and look in the fish-bowl in hopes of catching something as they do. Those kids will go tell other people what they saw and so on. If someone wants to actually stand at the window though you can charge them 5 bucks an hour or twenty bucks for an all-night pass. Tell them they are doing you a favor to help you stop from getting evicted and you don’t mind if they see your wife and step-kids get punished.” O.J. explained the grift like it was something new to us. We understood how the con was supposed to work.

Ted nodded appreciatively – this might be uncomfortable for him to be exposed to the rest of the trailer park but he was a greedy motherfucker. He also firmly believed Odd-jobs would put everything right once this was all over.

“Donger has already paid up through Sunday – he is the one who did the window work for me in the first place.”

“Let’s go inside and get this over with,” Daisy had become increasingly frustrated waiting outside. She looked humiliated already, and she was wearing big over-sized striped panties that fully covered her more than any of the bikinis we had on covered us. She also wore a full white oversized bra that was far more conservative than even the most conservative bikini top at the pool today.

I was one of the last people to walk inside the trailer. The house was a wreck. Dishes and toys were smashed and thrown everywhere. “I am surprised the television didn’t fall over and is still in place and working!” Ted observed.

“This didn’t happen when we lifted up the trailer. We took extra care to make sure everything stayed where it should be,” O.J. chuckled about the mess. He pointed to the whirlwind that was Daisy’s three kids as the source of the added chaos.

“Momma had a tough day at work!” Daisy chastised her kids but didn’t admonish them for tearing up the house. She didn’t see her husband Bill and automatically assumed he was asleep. “Go wake up your step-father and tell him I need my feet rubbed!”

The little terrors ran and did as they were bid while chuckling at her for being in her bra and panties. She glared at them with a look that said “Don’t you dare say a word.”

S.S. and O.J. were going through clothes and patting them down. They found 40 bucks hidden in Daisy’s jeans which she claimed was accidental. “I think I brought that with me,” she offered as an excuse.

“No problem,” O.J. didn’t return the money, but added that in the future everyone will be searched BEFORE work begins in the morning to make sure they didn’t bring money with them foolishly. “To be on the safe side we’ll just add your forty bucks to the split.”

Catfish also had his wallet that contained about 20 dollars which was added to the funds. He didn’t defend himself but it looked like it might have actually been an honest mistake.

“Now for my favorite part before I let you ladies prepare for dinner out on the town,” O.J. instructed S.S. to take Ted, Catfish, Daisy and my brother into Ted and Crystal’s bedroom. “You wanted to be treated like everyone else – you can stay if you want to, son,” O.J. let my brother decide where he wanted to go.

He looked at me as if to ask what he should do. I looked around and saw Maw-Maw, Nelly Jr. coloring on the floor, and Daisy’s mean little kids were about to ravage the living room once they awoke their step-dad. I returned his look with an expression that suggested he not have to endure his inspection in the living room. I wasn’t cruel and vindictive and at least I knew his heart was in the right place for being willing to do it if I had said so.

He smiled at me thankfully and followed the others into what was once Chrystal’s personal sanctuary. The rest of the trailer was very trashy with faux-plywood walls and green shag carpet or cheap tile but her room was like a cross between a Victoria’s secret show-room and a Barbie dream house, it had sequins and bedazzled like Liberace’ had designed it. It was garish, tawdry and decorated mostly by Home Shopping Network –between the scented candles, perfumes, body sprays it smelled like a dozen perfumes all blended into one scent.

“Let’s get those mouths open and hands behind your head – line up,” O.J. clapped his hands to get our attention and we dutifully obeyed in the living room. I was stunned because I thought the house couldn’t get trashier or more disorganized, but it was a wreck of opened food containers and everything seemed to have been intentionally pulled out and put away somewhere else.

Odd-Jobs walked down the line between Savannah, myself and Crystal looking in our mouths. “Very nice, very nice,” he quipped at Savannah, “I see some fillings that need to be taken care of but other than that very good.”

“I wouldn’t hide money in my god-damned mouth, Sir,” Savannah seemed frustrated.

“That is true,” he said as he moved on to check my mouth and prod me to move my tongue while he took a look. “You flap your gums so much the money would just fly out,” he tried to make the ordeal at least funny to endure by cracking some jokes.

“Reach behind yourself and pull out your plugs,” I had almost forgotten I had been wearing what Ted called his “Finger” plug. It was wired electronically to a signal that sent shocks, but he hadn’t used it on me in a while. I twisted it once with my finger and with a small pop it came out. “You can clean it with your mouth while I inspect the rest of everything else.”

Crystal didn’t hesitate to put the plug in her mouth, but the rest of us looked at ours. Mine had a little brown goo on it and I stopped. “Some of this is going to be hard, some will be harder, but none of it impossible, my dear,” O.J. slowly guided my hand towards my face and I opened my mouth.

He did Lloyd first. He had him pull his cheeks apart and bend over. He made Lloyd pull his dick up and jiggle the balls a little.

Daisy’s middle child Sarah took an interest in my cousin’s inspection and giggled sheepishly – the others ignored him. He smiled at her confidently like Justin Bieber would to an obvious fan and she raced into what used to be our room giggling and laughing.

Daisy’s sons Gene and Damian took more of an interest in my cousin Savannah, who was standing next to Lloyd. Damian started to reach out to tweak Savannah’s pussy lip and she shook her head no to warn him he better not. Damian kept grinning as he reached out to touch her when O.J. suddenly smacked his hand away.

“Oh sorry son, I didn’t see you there,” O.J clearly had seen what the boy was doing. “I have to inspect this one – how about you clean this place up? Your mom will be out shortly.”

Savannah breathed a sigh of relief with the butt plug still firmly planted in her mouth. O.J. reached down with both hands and pinched her pussy lips the exact same way Damian had attempted and pulled them apart – her reaction was a priceless double-take as her eyes went wide and she swallowed.

“Shake your little money maker for me, cutie,” in a tone that sounded more like a physician giving her a check-up than an old, dirty pervert playing with a teenage girl he’d told to swivel her hips while he looked between her pussy lips for money. He actually stuck his finger in her pussy to feel around causing her to grunt and complain about him taking advantage, but she didn’t do anything to try and stop him.

There was no way I would have ever imagined putting anything other than a tampon inside me – much less an errant twenty dollar bill before I moved out here. He turned her around and without being asked she pulled her ass cheeks apart for him.

“Stop your fussing and eye-rolling, girl,” O.J. seemed amused that Savannah could be so persnickety. She reminded me now of a prideful panther that had been caged and was willing to submit to its trainer. The she-panther was doing as instructed, but you never knew when she would take a swipe with their paw at what offended them and there was always this seething but quiet resistance.

“Mrrmmrmrrrr, rrrrawwarr flpptthhh,” she mumbled around the butt plug in her mouth after a good 15 seconds had gone by as she waited.

“Oh heh-heh,” O.J’s laugh returned from the clinical physician he had been using to his jovial, hoarse, dirty old man tone that he usually used when he wasn’t being a hard-ass. “I was just taking a mental image of that sweet, sweet, stinker of yours! You can close your cheeks and turn around.”

He moved on to me with a smile.

Savannah mumbled around her gag again and pointed to it expectantly.

“No, leave it in,” Odd-jobs knew what she was asking intuitively. “Keep standing straight too. When Ted comes back I was going to ask him if he’d give your little a-holes a rest. Yours looks bright-pink and puffy – like it’s been used.”

She nodded in agreement and maintained her position.

“You have been a pain in everyone else’s ass around here for so long – it’s probably fair you get a sharp pain in yours though,” Odd-Jobs chuckled at his own joke while he massaged my belly and lifted my breasts with his hands. He was taking some enjoyment in playing with me. Of course she had a Cheshire cat smile as he was doing so. It was like he was daring me to say something about the way he was treating me. He took much longer lifting and squeezing my breasts than he had Savannah’s. Finally he lifted my head by the chin so I was looking into his eyes.

“Well look at you Miss thang,” he turned to look me up and down once his attention on Savannah expired. “You sure have done much better than I expected,” he rubbed my thighs and ankles like he was massaging them.

“‘hhank you hhir,” I found I could speak around the plug in my mouth much easier than I had in times past – with effort. “hhan I ask if ou hought I ‘ight be hiding money on my ’eg?”

I was joking, but Odd-Jobs thought I was being serious. “It’s an old stripper trick – some girls use latex to hide their money from the manager before cashing out,” he explained as his inspection slowly made its way to my pussy.

He pulled the folds of my pussy apart gingerly and commented about how lickable and stickable I was. I was getting freshly embarrassed in part because all eyes in the room, besides my cousins and Crystal, were on me. The trailer is small and, before it was trashed, kind of homey. It makes everything very close-quarters and personal. My ass was only about a foot away from where Maw-Maw was sitting on the couch and everyone else was within a few feet of me.

Gene and Damian were grinning at me and Gene was making goo-goo eyes. “I am pretty sure you wouldn’t steal. You are just not the type, but rules are rules,” O.J. made no secret he was the one who thought up those rules and was actually enjoying every minute of my discomfort at his touch.

“Sir you have been pushing down on my clit-hood for the last twenty seconds. I don’t think any money is going to come out of there if you do it another twenty seconds,” this time O.J. understood I was joking and removed his stubby, rough hands from my pussy and licked his fingers, “Mmm, finger licking,” he quipped as he kissed each finger in turn.

I didn’t giggle, even though I knew it was his attempt at making this seem less awkward. The room was even more exposed and well-lit because there were no curtains and I realized if I could see the trailer next to ours –they could see me.

“Turn around darling,” he sighed, as if I should have known what comes next. I did as instructed and reached behind myself to pull my cheeks apart. I heard Gene gasp an explosive laugh as soon as I parted my ass cheeks.

“Do they have to be in here, sir?” I decided to use my petulant, snotty rich girl persona as I stared daggers over my shoulder at them.

“Why?” O.J. Snorted, “Did you think maybe they will see something they haven’t already if they stay?” he touched the tip of his fingertip to my asshole and it made me jump forward – I wasn’t expecting that.

“They are just annoying and asinine,” I sputtered around the gag.

“Asinine?” he mused playing with the sound of my words “Ass of mine – it’s all the same.” He finished up with me and told me, “Junior almost gave you the two hundred bucks today. He said to tell he was thoroughly impressed with how hard you were trying out there.”

“Thanks Sir,” I was flattered as he moved on to Crystal. She submitted to his examination and seemed to enjoy teasing and flirting with him. She spoke even more clearly than I did around the plug in her mouth.

“I don’t know what has gotten into you, but I really like it,” O.J. told her enthusiastically.

“It isn’t what has gotten into me, Sir,” she was being playful and sensual at the same time, “it is WHO has gotten into me.”

She even tempted fate by inviting Gene and Damian to look at her, “You boys don’t have to stand all the way over there. You can come have a closer look if you want. You’ve been looking anyway.”

They actually seemed intimidated and a little bit scared. They were used to creeping us out and annoying us, and didn’t know what to do with her provocative advances.

“Ooh, should I be spanked for that Sir?” Crystal was almost so over the top in her tone that it didn’t seem believable anyone would talk like that, but I don’t think the guys in the room cared if it was or not.

“Why is that darling?” Odd-Jobs had her pussy lips pulled out and had one finger on her clit hood and another arced and inside her, “You getting off too much on my finger?”

“Can you not tell, Sir?” she cooed her response pleasantly while a groggy Meth-Head Bill stalked out of the back hallway scratching himself. He was wearing red flannel jammy pants and a white tank top. His black hair was off-kilter and he had the perpetual look of someone who really needs a good shave.

“Good morning everybody,” he yawned before noticing the naked people lined up in the living room and startling himself fully awake.

“It’s almost 6pm,” Odd-Jobs didn’t have much use for Bill or his laziness and his terse statement was more of a condemnation than a greeting.

“Then I have 4 more hours of sleeping to do,” Bill joked to break the tension.

“We could have used you down at the pool today – your wife did a good job, but you could have made more money if you had helped.” Odd-Jobs was being condescending – he knew Bill was too lazy to make an effort.

“Who would watch the kids though?” Bill answered with a half-grin.

“You slept all day,” Odd-Jobs was casually turning my Aunt’s naked body around. Crystal pulled her ass cheeks as far apart as humanly possible and bent at the knee obediently without hesitation.

“I was here in case anything happened though,” Bill’s grin was slowly disappearing and he sounded more like he was making excuses.

“Did you notice when we jacked up the trailer and put it on a rig?” Odd-Jobs mentioned a crane and a big truck and when Bill said nothing he added, “Did you hear the work-men in here with power-drills removing all the curtain rods?”

“Oh yeah?” Bill shielded his eyes as he looked through the now very open and clear window into the back-lot of the trailer while thinking of another excuse. “Daisy wouldn’t want me down at the pool anyway – she would think I was cramping her style.”

“I would like you down there, Sir,” Crystal cooed and glanced at him longingly over her bronzed, sun-kissed shoulder. She shook her hair and let it fall around lazily as she sighed wistfully.

“Really?” Bill seemed flattered and confused, “I thought you told me I was a limp-dicked, lazy, scamming con-man junkie who wasn’t fit to call himself a man?”

“Did I?” my aunt feigned amnesia and told him, “Now that I’ve been getting my attitude adjusted regularly, I suppose I need to apologize properly to you and beg forgiveness for my rudeness, Sir. Will you please forgive me?”

“Yeah,” Bill scratched his head and started looking around for some coffee in the kitchen, “I guess so.”

“I suppose I probably need a correction for offending you,” my Aunt was openly suggesting punishment in the nicest way possible.

“Nah,” he looked in her fridge and pulled out an apple and added while taking a bite, “I have been called worse.” He asked O.J. exactly what he was doing in front of his step-kids.

“We are searching them for money they may have snuck away before it’s counted and distributed. Your step-kids can go in the other room if you have a problem with that.”

Meth-Head Bill thought for a moment and shrugged. “Where is Daisy?” he interrupted Odd-Jobs again.

“Your wife is in Crystal’s bedroom getting searched too so that your precious kids don’t see,” his tone suggesting Bill stop annoying him and let him enjoy playing around with my Aunt under the pretext of a very thorough search.

“How much money did we get?” Bill asked, oblivious to the tone that suggested he was teasing a tiger.

“WE,” O.J. emphasized the word to suggest Bill wasn’t part of the group since he didn’t contribute, “haven’t counted it up yet.”

“Cool,” Bill seemed content to stand there eating his apple.

Odd-Jobs finished up with my Aunt and smacked her on the bottom to let her know she could turn back around and face front-ways to wait for the others.

She disobeyed her first order all day – Crystal remained facing Maw-Maw with her hands holding her ass cheeks wide for all to see.

“Sir?” she addressed Bill a few times sweetly as he stared off in the distance to get his attention while clearing her throat. “I think you would make an excellent addition to the bosses and bitches down at the car wash.”

“Me?” Bill seemed stunned as he looked up and took another bite of the apple. “What would I be? A boss or a bitch?”

That was a perfect way of phrasing things. The bosses were Ted, Daisy, Catfish and strangely my brother –the bitches were everyone else.

“You would be a boss, obviously Sir!” Crystal’s voice oozed a kind of whispery sensuality that actually turned even me on, and I wasn’t into girls at all. There was a mystery to her voice that made her sound earthy and spiritual.

“Me?” he repeated and blinked. I could see to my right by Savannah’s smirk that I wasn’t the only one to think he absolutely would not.

“I have a confession to make,” Crystal wiggled her butt like Thumper from Bambi and admitted she had been naughty. “I think I did try to hide twenty dollars up my ass, but O.J. didn’t find it. Would you mind giving it one more look? And if you find it, you can take it from my share and punish me for being such a greedy fool,” Crystal was begging for a punishment – overtly.

“I don’t think Daisy would like it if I did that,” Bill refused without giving it any thought.

“Daisy would like twenty dollars wouldn’t she, Sir?” Crystal held her asshole out and performed kegal exercises winking her pussy lips and asshole – the guys watching seemed mightily impressed.

O.J. wasn’t buying it – he stood there with a grin on his face and watched Bill’s stunned indecision before contributing, “Well you heard the lady,” he prompted, “Go ahead and have a look before your kids reach up there and take the twenty for themselves!”

Bill started forward and bent down at the knee to look at Crystal’s asshole like a lost lamb stumbling about. He seemed hesitant to touch it, or seemed to be unsure what he was supposed to do now. “You say I can punish you, but are you not afraid I might really hurt you?”

Crystal for just a moment sounded like her old mischievous cock-sure self as she assured him she could take whatever he had to dish out.

As clueless as he seemed – I felt like I could probably have taken whatever he had to dish out as well. It actually made my nipples hard thinking about giving someone carte-blanche to do anything they wanted to me.

I wondered if that wasn’t really what I had done on some level by agreeing to this discipline until Sunday? The lines were so grey and blurry.

Crystal made a slightly orgasmic moan as Bill finally pushed his finger down on the pink button that is my Aunt’s cute little asshole. An adorable and perfectly rounded asshole, that at this point almost everyone in the Buckman Acres had probably seen at one point or another in the last week.

It was about that moment when the door to Crystal’s room opened and out marched our bosses, along with S.S. who was grumbling that next time O.J. can search them.

O.J. told him to remember who was paying him and the two exchanged looks but S.S. said nothing in response.

Daisy on the other hand nearly came out of her skin as she fumed with seething rage – and more than a bit jealous of the very compromising position she found Bill in with my Aunt. “What are you doing with HER?” she demanded.

“I am just getting you an extra twenty dollars, honey?” Bill had the look of a three year old who had his hand in the cookie jar, his other hand with a cookie in it, and a cookie in his mouth being eaten who looks perplexed when his mother asks if he was stealing cookies.

“I believe you are about to draw back a broken finger if you push it any further up that nasty tramps hole! That goes for you two little aholes as well,” Daisy blasted her sons Gene and Damian and they stopped giggling and became well behaved with just a threat from mom.

“Sorry Ma’am,” Crystal apologized quite sincerely but there was no fear in her voice of retaliation at all. “I was just telling Master Bill here that he would make a great boss down at the pool – not that you aren’t, but Friday and Saturday will be our busiest days and we could use him to help keep the bitches in line.”

“You go stand in the corner!” Daisy started to send my Aunt to a corner and then angrily changed her mind “No, you go stand out in the front yard exactly like that until I am ready to talk to you again.”

“Aren’t you going to punish me though, Ma’am? Or when you let me back in probably?” My Aunt sounded disappointed that this was the only discipline she was getting. She was really poking the monster at this point –perhaps to get a rise out of Daisy or perhaps because she was getting off on this. I truly could not be sure.

Crystal began high-stepping with a marching band precision by raising her knee up to her waist and holding her ass cheeks apart. She bent over and nudged the door knob with the butt plug in her mouth and opened the screen door to step outside. She stood in the very center of the yard as if she were in the privacy of her own home –completely naked.

There was an awkward silence that followed my Aunt’s departure. Daisy asked Bill if the kids had been good today.

We all knew the answer to that was ‘no’ but he nodded and said they had.

“Not rearee!” Maw-Maw finally put down her cross-stitch and spoke since we arrived. In the past she had been well-spoken but there was an obvious and profound slur to her speech. I couldn’t help but turn my head to look at her and saw that she was missing her teeth.

“Day took mwhy danshores and didnae giff them back,” surprisingly sounding a lot like us when we have something stuffed in our mouth and we try to talk.

“Did you take her dentures?” Daisy had her hands on her hips as she looked at the boys who were pointing at each other, but vigorously shaking their heads that they hadn’t. Daisy smiled at them and said “I believe you but Maw-Maw says you did – so unless you two want to wash cars tomorrow in speedos I suggest you get your Maw-Maw her dentures.”

“She took them,” they both turned on their sister who declared, “Nuh-uh, you are the one who said you were going to pee on them!”

“I was only joking,” Damian snarled back and they continued to argue.

Maw-Maw handed me a note and asked O.J. if I could read it now.

My eyes grew wide-it was from my mom. How had my mom left a note for me? What did it say?

“Don’t worry your pretty lil’ punkin-tits,” Odd-jobs reached out and twisted my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger playfully – leaving it hard and aroused. He explained “I brought your mom in one of the back-ways. I told her you were doing good and really fitting in around here. She didn’t see you at the car wash.”

Inside the note was a hundred dollars in twenties and tens that had been crumbled and folded many times. I read it while Daisy scared and intimidated her kids into returning Maw-Maws false teeth.

Dearest Ellen,

I want to apologize that your father and I have had to leave you alone at your Aunt’s for an extended period. Please believe me when I tell you that if there was any other way –we would all be together right now.

Your father and I have heard that you are trying to wash cars in order to bring a little extra money and we are so proud of you. I know that you are at that age as a teenager where you may be a little rebellious and I have not told your father about the things I saw the other day – we will keep that our little secret as long as it doesn’t happen again.

Even though I am sure you have brought in some money of your own through your washing cars we don’t want you to worry. I have enclosed 100 dollars for you and your brother to provide for your daily living expenses so that you don’t have to spend that car wash money on that. I am sure by now you probably have almost this much –or more!!

Please watch out for your brother and know that we will be home soon and have reliable transportation. We just have a few more things to take care of before that can happen.

Hang in there, kiddo! And O.J. tells me you have had a real attitude change lately!

~Mom

O.J. assured me the hundred wouldn’t go in the split and I could spend it however I wanted. I laughed because my split was looking like it was close to 800 dollars just for today.

With the house in the state it was in, and with Maw-Maw unable to even keep her own teeth in her mouth, there was no place safe to hide it. It was decided (more reluctantly by some than others) that all of us would keep our money with Odd-Jobs until after Sunday, when this ruse ran its course – as assurance we’d stick with it, and just to keep it safe.

He told us that we were lucky – the bathroom had been fixed and we were going to take a nice long hot shower before he took us to dinner.

“Lucky?” Savannah had been dropping one of the hands from behind her head to slap away the grubby little paws of Gene and Damian while we stood in a straight line in the living room. “I’d hate to see unlucky?”

“You can turn around and look out the window,” O.J. directed us to turn around and look at Crystal. We didn’t have to peel back the beige curtains to get a good look either. It was around sunset and still light out and there stood my Aunt in the middle of her own yard stark naked with her hands behind her head. She had a butt plug in her mouth and her knees bent and still had some of the body writing on her from earlier about leaving tips.

She was also surrounded by the four boys we had seen earlier riding their bikes up and down the road trying to watch us as we got out of the truck. They were running around here in circles whooping it up and teasing her – poking and pinching her and she wasn’t even flinching.

“Now Dammit, that isn’t right,” Savannah was angry and she glared at O.J. “Now tell me I can’t go out there and put a stop to it, Sir?”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t – go get your mom,”

Savannah leapt out of the door without a thought for the fact she was completely naked like a snarling lioness about to dive down on unsuspecting jackals who had cornered an older lion in the pack. Her blonde hair whipped around as she sprung off the slanted wooden deck to scare off the younger boys.

“Get out of here you little perverts!” she lifted her leg and kicked one and that was all it took for them to disperse with giggles as they turned to look at the younger teenager as well while running from her.

“C’mon,” Savannah called her mom back inside and was surprised when she didn’t follow her.

“I am sorry Savannah you are just a little bitch like me,” Crystal didn’t move a muscle – content to stay on display for neighbors or people passing by – “You are just trying to get me punished like in Simon Sez. A boss has to give me permission to come inside.”

“Simon Sez get your naked, dumb ass up in this trailer then,” Savannah thought her mom was kidding – but I had already realized she was not. She had either gone off the deep end or she was truly believing this discipline was real – or a little of both.

“Sorry Simon,” my Aunt stoically remained like a frozen statue as she denied her daughter’s request to come inside.

“You got a little brown on your nose right there!” Savannah started to walk back towards her mother – all the while, herself completely naked with her butt plug in the side of her mouth like a lollipop.

“Are you sure it’s not Cum?” my Aunt was about to finish teasing her daughter when Savannah ‘cunt-punted’ her mother from behind with the top of her foot like she was scoring the winning field goal for the home team. Her Aunt gasped for air and fell to one knee, but said nothing as she sucked in wind.

“You two stop fucking around there in front of the neighbors and showing your tits off,” Ted yelled at them, “get your asses back inside!!”

He actually seemed very pleased at their fight and the fact they both turned and ran inside quickly at his command.

“You two can show off for the neighbors later,” he said condescendingly as he explained we’d be getting to shower and go shopping.

“I’d like to take this money and hit the Landing Strip,” Ted waved around a stack of twenties, “and make it rain up there in that bitch.”

My Aunt may have been acting submissive convincingly but something about her eyes told me she was warning him not to do that.

“Oh I know, cunt,” he laughed, “The only reason your whore asses aren’t getting dressed and working there tonight is you used to date one of the bouncers.”

“Which one?” S.S. asked.

“It might be easier to ask who she didn’t fuck that worked there, Sir,” Savannah teased in her normal impish way.

“Well there was Terminator, Big Mike and Gator, Sir,” my Aunt answered him while ignoring her daughter’s barb.

“I think Gator doesn’t work there anymore, but yeah, I can see why you wouldn’t be welcome down there.” S.S. didn’t explain why – but I assumed there must be some kind of bad-blood between them.

“I am welcome there, but I kind of wrecked Terminator’s car on accident, Sir,” she admitted.

“She kinda stole his car and drove it into a canal because she caught him cheating on her with some strippers, Sir,” Savannah clarified with a smile and a beaming face that sounded quite proud of her mom’s audacity.

“Well,” Crystal smiled demurely, “I suppose I was kind of naughty that time, Sir.”

Savannah changed the subject and mentioned she had a date and asked if she could, “Pretty please with sugar on the nipples be excused for just a few hours.” She promised to come back tomorrow and work extra hard at the car wash.

“No,” Odd-Jobs grinned with amusement at her begging to be allowed to go on a date.

“Whuh-eye, Sir?” she drew out the word ‘why’ in a more pronounced southern accent than usual.

“Cuh-uz,” Odd-Jobs mocked the way she talked and pinched her nipple playfully, “You will work extra hard tomorrow because that is what everyone of you bitches WILL do, whether you like it or not,” adding that if it was who he thought it was – he would be coming with us tonight.

“Please no, Sir” she had this quizzical look on her face that was half-smirk and half frown that she often had at the pool deck. It was somewhat unapologetic after having been accused of some sort of wrong-doing right before she is about to get a spanking. I never quite felt I could capture the expression when I tried to imitate it, but I think the men enjoyed seeing it when they were about to discipline her. “At least back me up if I tell him this is just until Sunday and we aren’t really like this.”

“But you ARE really like this,” Odd-Jobs licked his finger, then rubbed her nipple with it until it became hard. She tolerated it but sighed and put her hands on her hips – it was all in vain because it only made O.J. like the idea more.

“Go pee, wash-up and come back out here and we’ll talk about what you are going to wear tonight. He should be here when?”

“Just tell him to come back after Sunday,” Savannah was flabbergasted, “but around Seven, Sir – please don’t ask him to wait here!” she said as she walked her naked ass defiantly down the hallway.

“Lloyd are you ready to be one of the bosses or do you still want to be a bitch?” Ted asked my cousin if he had enough and offered to let him supervise our bath-time.

“Why would I want to do that, Sir?” Lloyd was having fun – and with that Ted sent my brother to come supervise our bath-time instead.

“Nazlanmak,” I heard Maw-Maw mumble under her breath as Crystal and I were about to follow Lloyd and Conner.

I thought maybe she just did not have her dentures in and she was saying something but she repeated the word for me as she looked in my eyes “Nazlanmak.”

“I am sorry Ma’am,” I told her that I didn’t understand.

“Of course you don’t,” she laughed as if that were plainly obvious and that she meant I didn’t understand life in general. “It is a Turkish word that has no direct translation in English.”

She told me it was pretending reluctance when you are eager and saying no when you mean yes.

I think she meant Savannah – at least I hope she did.

I didn’t get a chance to ask for clarification before someone’s warm, calloused hand smacked me on the butt and sent me after Crystal and Conner into the bathroom.