Chapter Sixty-Six

I can eat all the beans and sell the farts

“Lose that frown. When you're down, stare at a clown.”

--Joe Dirt’s Mama

My first customer seemed like a nice enough fellow, although he was kind of creepy. He had a broad smile that was missing the teeth on the sides of his mouth leaving just a couple on the front both on the bottom and on top. Those teeth he had were stained and looked to be rotting at the gums. He never seemed to stop smiling or licking his lips as if he tasted something delicious. Ironically, the smell of his breath was almost enough to make me gag.

He wore a trucker cap, dingy tank top, and a dusty pair of jeans which looked and smelled like they hadn’t been washed in a month. He was about my father’s age and instantly the pit of my stomach twisted up to remind me that what was probably going through his head as he looked me up and down was the last thing in the world that I wanted to do and you know what that is.

Daisy walked me over to him as if pulling me by an invisible leash. “You better mind me or I am going to jerk a knot in your tail,” she warned as we approached him. I looked at her helplessly trying to indicate that I was playing my part but she seemed unconvinced.

“So these are the girls who wash cars, huh?” the man doffed his cap to me politely. There was something odd about him, but I could not quite put my finger on it. He seemed happy to see me but if you’ve ever seen a guy like this – you would know exactly what I am talking about when I tell you his polite demeanor seemed like a very thin façade over something darker.

“They Wash cars when they aren’t getting in trouble and sucking cocks and taking it up the ass, isn’t that right rich bitch?” Daisy didn’t waste any time putting me down. Washing cars had taken a very big back stage to selling food, fireworks, dollar-store crap, and most of all ‘blow jobs’.

The customer licked his lips again and drank me in. I am sure I looked completely skanky and disgusting standing there in my skimpy bikini with dirty words written on my body. He smiled at us both as if he didn’t really understand; and then he asked Daisy if she was “Daisy Dukes from High School days”.

“You know I am, Ray-Ray!” Daisy sighed as if he should already know that. Ray-Ray

smiled at her and told her he wished her left leg was Thanksgiving and her right leg was Christmas dinner.

“So you could visit me between the holidays?” Daisy put her hands on her hips unimpressed with his lines.

“You know I would stay for more than a few days,” his permanent smile never wavered even after her reaction.

“I’m married now, Ray-Ray,” on the surface Daisy was telling him in no uncertain terms he was barking up the wrong tree, but I could tell she was not only flattered that on some level he was interested – but that she was glad to be recognized. She may have told everyone she didn’t want to be recognized as “Daisy Dukes,” but she had purposely chosen to wear jean-shorts today with a skimpy top. I think she may have been somewhat jealous of the attention we received, even if she didn’t admit it. She had told everyone she was willing to “show a little skin” if it meant money and I may have been reading way more into it – but there seemed to be more to it.

“So, I am married too – couple of times now,” I wasn’t sure what to make of Ray-Ray’s admission; and if it meant he was married to more than one woman at the same time. He was looking at us both and licking his lips even more furiously now.

I wasn’t sure what to say so I stood there awkwardly.

“This dumb bitch is standing here scratching her ass. You want her to wash your truck, Ray-Ray?”

“I would, how much is it?”

“Depends,” she shrugged as if she really didn’t care if he wanted his truck washed or not, and she probably didn’t. I thought she was going to tell him the price for a hand-wash or wax but she said, “You willing to give this stupid, whiney bitch some breakfast?”

Ray-Ray scratched his head through his ball cap in confusion. He also had a habit of inappropriately touching his balls with his right hand but pretending he wasn’t doing it. I could not tell if he was turned on or he was just kind of strange and horny all the time.

Daisy sighed again and told him that I was complaining that I hadn’t eaten breakfast (Which I hadn’t.) and that I would do anything to get some cum in my belly. “I can give you a deal of fifty bucks if you let her suck your cock or twenty if you are in a hurry and just want a hand wash.”

“You know Uncle Ted said I can’t swallow, Ma’am” I politely reminded her of the new rules.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Daisy dismissed my concern, “You lie, you cheat, you steal, you run up huge bills, you run off last night and get drunk and let a boy fuck you in the ass and NOW you want to start following rules?”

“Are you shittin’ me?” Ray-Ray turned his head-sideways and continued to smile while considering me in a new light. “You did all that? A purty gal like you is a bad girl? I don’t believe it?”

“Believe it, Sir.” I told him. “I’m being punished today and that’s why I am here instead of having my nails done at the country club with daddy” I added in my fake spoiled brat voice.

“Lord have mercy,” he wasn’t sure what to believe at this point and his smile grew impossibly wider.

“Suck his finger the way you’d like him to lick your pussy if I let him,” Daisy didn’t mince words. It had to be obvious to Daisy from my hesitation that despite everything I had done this morning I was still just a nervous and awkward teenage girl. She pushed me forward and spat, “Don’t go pretending to be coy – we all know you love sucking cocks. Ray-Ray may not be young and handsome, but why don’t you show him what a rich-bitch can do with her tongue if she has to?”

Ray-Ray extended his digit happily for me to suck his knotted, calloused, dirty finger and I reluctantly opened my mouth and took the entire thing up to the third knuckle. He smiled at that and I felt a little less awkward as I began to work it back and forth.

“You know Ray-Ray,” Daisy folded her arms and kidded him with understatement, “It looks like you might just like what this little girl is doing for you a little more than she likes doing it?”

“It juss’ might,” Ray-Ray conceded happily. He made no secret about adjusting his throbbing cock in his jeans before asking me, “Ja’ eat yet?”

I answered him that I hadn’t by shaking my head and trying to give him my best, wo is me pitiful eyes, but I didn’t stop giving him a world-class finger sucking that made him rock hard. I just imagined it was the world’s tiniest cock and that I was my Aunt Crystal auditioning for a porn movie – “Go for the Oscar, bitch!” I thought to myself.

“Don’t let this little vixen make you feel sorry for her,” Daisy stood over my shoulder and decided we had given him enough of a free sample – she pulled me off his finger abruptly. “I can see she is manipulating you just like she does all the young men she runs around with. I am trying to teach this girl a lesson so she behaves herself – not encourage her to be a total whore!”

That couldn’t be further from the truth – Daisy WANTED me to be a total whore. This was however all part of the act so I rolled my eyes and grunted in frustration.

“Now, just a minute!” Ray-Ray was suddenly aware that not only was he not on the receiving end of an erotic finger massage but that his manhood or ability to help was being called into question and he wasn’t about to have either of those things. “I don’t rightly understand what’s going on here – she seems like a friendly girl, and if we want to go back into my truck and see what happens and things happens for twenty dollars – isn’t that what y’all want? Some money to cover your bills and such?”

“Turn around, girl,” Daisy instructed me to face away from Ray-Ray and I did an about face as I was told. “You bend over and pull your bikini-bottoms down,” Daisy’s tone implied that this behavior should be enough to explain the point she was making.

I did as I was told and she insisted I get my cheeks apart. I was positive Ray-Ray was staring between my ass cheeks when Daisy asked me, “What is that between your cheeks?”

“Uncle Ted’s finger, Ma’am?” I gave the name of the tiny, electric dildo that was packed tightly into my sore ass.

“Why is it up there?” Daisy made me tell him.

“So you can shock me if I fuck up, Ma’am?” I offered a guess as to what she expected me to say.

She gave me a slight buzz on the shocker to let me know that was the wrong answer. “Stop beating around the bush – it’s up your tight little butthole because you like getting fucked in the ass and if I sent you with this man – you’d jump on his cock! Isn’t that true?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I groaned at the indignity I had to endure. There were more people arriving at the pool and walking past, grinning at the spectacle. I was positive Crystal and Savannah were going through their own little ordeals as well while the music pumped out of the DJ booth, as if this were a big celebration.

“Do you want to show him your little sugar shaker so he can see the band-aid Ted HAD to make you wear? So you don’t go shaking that sugar all over the men of the Buckman as it pleases you?”

“No, Ma’am,” I answered in a slow – almost rote-like way.

“Then pull up your fucking bikini before the entire world sees what you have between your knees!” Daisy smacked my ass. “You see what she has written on her ass? That isn’t even the worst of it! Tell him what the flavor of chapstick you and Savannah put on each other’s asses this morning?”

“Candy-Apple, Ma’am,” I answered her truthfully – wondering if there was any still there.

“Why did you two spoiled twats apply that to your fat little asses?” she asked me accusingly.

“So the world can kiss our asses, Ma’am?” I remember the joke Ted had told and that seemed to amuse Ray-Ray to no end.

“You see what sort of smart-little rich cunt we are dealing with? I can’t just let her go with you. She’ll gobble up your cum and smile that she got away with something. This is to teach her a lesson, as much as it is to pay off all the bills she carelessly stuck us with.”

“So what do you want me to do?” Ray-Ray was dumbfounded now. She had just offered my services to him for twenty bucks and he had accepted. He had just had a world-class finger sucking and was sold on my ability to please him. He just wanted to get his rocks off and she seemed to want to talk more, and that really wasn’t making Ray-Ray happy.

“Well, I really hate to ask this Ray-Ray,” Daisy didn’t really look like she hated anything about this encounter. If anything she was relishing dragging it out and putting me through the proverbial ringer. I had noticed Savannah and my Aunt were already working on their next set of ‘tricks’ while I was still here with Ray-Ray.

“Go ahead, but don’t try to shit me,” Ray-Ray seemed a little skeptical but he was obviously willing to listen.

“No, no,” Daisy insisted that she would never try to shit him on anything. “I am just afraid that you are too nice of a guy and you won’t want to do what is really needed here is all.”

Ray-Ray took this as a personal challenge – his manhood seemed to be in question, or his ability to do whatever it is that Daisy was saying he couldn’t or wouldn’t do, and he was not having that. “God dammit, just what is IT?” he asked.

“I would only ask YOU to do this because a lot of these guys around here would just not be capable,” Daisy looked around conspiratorially as if she were sharing a secret with Ray-Ray and he moved closer to her as if to understand her wishes better by being in closer proximity.

“If you could see your way clear to take a paddle to her ass while she sucked your cock, and promised not to finger fuck or give her pleasure – and send her back with the cum all over her face instead of in her belly where she wants it - well, I would consider it a personal favor.”

“Shit, is that all?” Ray-Ray grinned and looked at me with a mean-spirited gleam in his eye that this would be something he would enjoy. “What if she enjoys THAT though?”

“That was my concern,” Daisy pretended she was genuinely worried about whether I got off on this rough treatment or not. “I would let you do this for free if I thought it would save her soul and put her on the path to righteousness, but we really do need the money.”

“Free is good,” Ray-Ray thought that was even a better idea!

“She may be cheap, but she isn’t free,” Daisy quipped and offered him her “bet”. She told him she would give him custody of me for the duration of the next song. It would be up to him to punish me.

“Where?” he asked.

“Right here is as good a place as any,” Daisy said, “but then maybe you’d be embarrassed if any one saw you whipping a girl’s ass?”

Ray-Ray was not going to be called a chicken – he puffed out his chest and straightened his shoulders back. He was sold on the idea.

“She’ll hold her hands out, and if she tries to touch herself or begs for more then I know you are too soft and playful. This is some tough love she needs.”

“If you aren’t too soft, then I’ll let you take her in the truck or the bathroom and she’ll suck your cock and you will march her back out here to me with the cum dripping from her face – so everyone can see what a dumb bitch she is – and I won’t charge you a penny! You don’t have to help us at all beyond teaching her a lesson in how to behave.”

“Wow!” Where do I sign up?” Ray-Ray was sold but skeptically asked, “What happens if she does?”

“I guess for wasting our time, you would give me fifty bucks and I’ll find someone else who can do it.”

“Fifty damned dollars?” Ray-Ray balked at that amount.

“See?” Daisy turned to me, for lack of anyone else listening to our conversation, to observe, “See? He didn’t think he could do it. He would make you cream yourself. Let’s go take you over to the mud pit and see what happens there.”

There was a big sign marked “Redneck Mud Pit” near a hole in the dirt with a garden hose filling it up nearby. Ray-Ray was not going to let us go so easily. “Now hold on,” he stopped us, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it.”

Daisy turned slowly around and smiled at him, “I thought you were a betting man!”

In moments I had my bikini top pulled down to expose my engorged nipples and my bikini bottoms rolled down to mid-thigh. I was told to stand legs apart and with my arms straight out to my sides.

Daisy let him pick a paddle from the DJ booth and he wafted it around in the air to scare me, while he waited for the next song to come on. It was an old Van Halen song called “Jamie’s Cryin’”.

The guitar intro began and a small crowd of two or three people visiting the pool gathered around to watch me pull my bikini bottoms down and stand straight up.

He saw the look in his eyes, 'n' she knew better

He wanted her tonight, ah, and it was now or never

He made her feel so sad

Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin'

“Okay, Jamie!” Ray-Ray grinned at the irony and took a flat-wooden paddle that was probably intended as a cutting board, or to pull pizza out of the oven, and slapped it against my ass.

If it had been a week ago I might have flinched but I was developing a toughness around my posterior being spanked. I looked over my shoulder at him and grinned. I had hoped that would end the bet right there, but he had the entire song to make me cry and plea for him to stop and not touch myself.

I said “Is that all you have?” and that was probably very foolish – yes it was EXTREMELY foolish, because his next two or three swats more than made up for it. I yelped; and while I wanted to bring my hands down to my ass and cover them I stood there and accepted the punishment.

“Thank Ray-Ray for the lesson he is giving you!” Daisy insisted I be polite but seemed pleased when I sneered and gave him a snotty, half-hearted thanks for the butt whooping I was receiving.

As the two people watching walked towards the pool laughing at me about the spanking I received, a few other people walked up to take their place. There were at least five people watching me get a spanking and theorizing about what I had done wrong.

“Tell them what you did – Candy Apple?” Daisy wasn’t going to make this easy. She saw me move my hand and stopped me. I assumed she wanted me to lose the bet – but that would mean he got everything for free.

“I ran off and got drunk, I spent a ton of money we couldn’t afford to spend, and I let a boy fuck me in the ass last night, Ma’am,” I blurted out between hard-swats to just below the rim of my ass cheeks and right smack dab on the center. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I was sniffling as the pain just kept adding up and getting more and more unbearable.

“Bend over and touch your toes,” Daisy instructed and insisted I had not given nearly enough elaboration on it. She thrilled at embellishing how we ignored strict orders to go pay the electric bill, chose to spend the money on ‘fancy wine coolers’ and how I paraded around picking out which boy I would let fuck me. How I loved cum and wanted to masturbate right now because this wasn’t enough of a punishment to make me learn the error of my ways and how badly I needed a sharp comeuppance!

Ray-Ray’s paddle was hitting between my thighs and scraping my band-aid at times. It almost fell off and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter involuntarily.

“You think Ray-Ray can be trusted straightening you out?” Daisy asked while Ray-Ray silently lit into my ass with his wooden paddle – increasingly harder and harder.

I pretended it wasn’t bothering me but the sting and pain were some of the worst I had experienced in a long time. “I am sure he and I could work things out if you let us have a little private time. I do like a strong man – even if he IS poor.”

“You aren’t getting THIS poor redneck’s fifty dollars,” Ray-Ray began to pound my ass harder and harder – pushing me forward with each swat.

Now Jamie's been in love before (ahhh)

And she knows what love is for (ahhh)

It should mean, a little, a little more (ahhh)

“Let him spank those fat-titties of yours,” Daisy told me to stand up straight, face him with my hands locked behind my back with my tits thrust forward before the end of the song.

“Please – just with his hand, Ma’am!” I begged. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do but my fear of what Ray-Ray could do seemed to please Daisy.

She saw that Ray-Ray was going to oblige me and wagged a finger at him. “See? You are letting her decide who is the boss here.”

Ray-Ray looked down at the flat paddle and then back at me facing him with my arms behind me and slammed the flat of it hard against my outthrust chest – it only took one time and I fell to my knees. The shock of a cushion of air against my bare, swollen, already sensitive nipples was far too much for me to endure.

“I think she is having a little orgasm – aren’t you dear?” Daisy’s questions brought forth laughter from the people watching –all except for Ray-Ray. He realized he had just lost the bet.

I wasn’t sure how much I faked and how much my moans, and low mewling was real as I writhed on the ground but I asked him to please do it again and he pulled a fifty out of his wallet to hand to Daisy and just walked away.

Once he was gone I was allowed to stand back up and get dressed. Daisy leaned in to me and said “I can eat a can of beans and sell the farts! You didn’t even have to suck a cock and look at what we made!” she was beaming with pride. I had heard Ted use that exact same phrase about himself at some point. I could see so many similarities in them – the least of which was they shared very similar facial structure, even if Daisy had big tits and a mighty-wide ass.

I want to say that I remember every detail of every minute of this day. It seemed to go on forever, even though it was still early in the morning. There was a seemingly endless parade of Jay-Jays, Ray-Jays, and Jimmy-Jacks that went down almost exactly like the Ray-Ray encounter.

Daisy never told me to throw the bet. She would modify it slightly so that she still charged for the blowjob if the guy won or change the terms around slightly. She seemed to really enjoy the art of negotiation of the bets and that became her schtick.

She also rolled with it if I actually couldn’t stand the pain and began begging for them to stop. She sent me to suck their cock and return with cum all over my face and a red-ass. It was enough to wait next to her with the white-stuff dripping down my chin while my brother DJ’d the music, my boyfriend “Pussy boy” served beers, and my Aunt was summoned to come lick every drop of cum off me right in front of the trick for twenty dollars.

Ted would usually decide to make Crystal swallow it and show him and the trick an empty mouth. She did so with a look of near delight. If it was Daisy calling the shots she would rather Crystal spit it back out and rub it on my skin as ‘tanning lotion’ adding “waste not – want not”.

It was gross being covered in spit and cum and I doubt it did much to deflect the sun – but I can tell you that the customer never complained seeing it done. “You see?” Daisy would tell the customers “They love to suck up the cum – but they hate to have to wear it! Not so yummy now is it?” she’d pretend I thought cum was this most delicious, creamy, rich vanilla pudding and I couldn’t get enough of it – I played along. I didn’t know what else to do!

Daisy didn’t just work exclusively with me either. She made Savannah come and do the same thing.

She was better than me at seeming unrepentant and defiant. She would stare daggers at the men and ask something like “Are you a traffic sign? Because stop!” when the men were trying to be complimentary or flirtatious with her. That usually made them instantly want to see her punished –hard.

Savannah even dared to tell one guy with a mullet “What's the deal with your hair? You doing stunt work for Billy Ray Cyrus?” and he actually seemed flattered until Daisy explained she meant it in a mean way - then he turned nasty.

Daisy even made Savannah and I do the grift together and sent whichever one of us who looked the most sorry from the punishment into the men’s bathroom stalls to suck off the customer at the end. She would vary the bet and go as high as a hundred dollars when it was the two of us.

I have to admit that my ass was sore, my mouth was being used but we were getting closer and closer to our goal. Even if we didn’t make 10,000 dollars today I would be 2,500 dollars richer but the price I’d have to pay – was everything I am!

Being Daisy’s pet bitch was hard enough – I didn’t even want to imagine what it would be like when the band-aid and the plug come out and all holes are fair game. The guys tried fingering or touching – and to Daisy’s credit she did stop them. I think it might just be she felt they would pay more for a BJ if there were things they could NOT do with us. She could be infinitely practical at times.

Then there were times she wasn’t. I saw her ask Ted to make her a bet. I didn’t hear exactly what the bet was but Ted just laughed and shook his head no. I could see her greed – feel it getting warmer and growing. She could see there was money to be had and she didn’t want us getting the lion share of it. I think in Daisy’s mind – Daisy was the star here and we were all supporting actresses.

I rarely had to actually suck anyone off right at the pool, but I don’t’ think anyone would have been surprised if we didn’t bother to hide it. Everyone at the pool knew by 10 AM that we were giving blowjobs at the pool and that my Aunt was doing everything! I even saw her walk out of the bathroom once with the mean little red headed boy and his grandfather. I wasn’t sure what they did in there but the words “You are a MAN now,” came from the grandfather and Crystal just smiled at him proudly.

Ted insisted that Savannah and I actually suck cocks in the car or truck of the ‘trick’, or take them ‘behind the pool house’ or in the men’s bathroom stalls. The practice I received on sucking cocks, cupping balls, using my hands to squeeze and apply pressure was actually paying off – I was able to help guys cum so much faster! I just kept smiling and telling myself that every dick was another few dollars towards winning our bet and ultimately moving out of here.

I was convinced that we’d offend someone with our nudity and cavorting around at the pool but when it happened and some elderly woman said something Ted would say “Well fuck you! Your lack of swearing makes ME uncomfortable.” The people would move away and put their nose up with scorn but no one stopped us. I felt most awkward when Conner or Ryan were watching – but I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me at all. After all, I am supposed to be this wanton ice-queen rich slut who loves cock right?

I was still learning the vile character because at times I nearly cried, choked, or ran away in horror! I was just glad it seemed like no one noticed the tears running down my cheeks and probably thought it was sweat from the summer sun starting to come out.

Ted’s version of the game was a little less complicated. He would just say how we were permissive little sluts and he was trying to teach us a lesson. He liked his sister’s idea of having us suck their finger first to get them hooked. He would insist we take the man into the men’s bathroom stalls and INSIST we not remove our bikinis. He secretly told us to both remove our bikinis and that he would walk in and pull us out by our ears. He would wait until the man came and then he, or Catfish, came in and pretended to be surprised. They would drag us out kicking and screaming with cum on our face and have us pull our clothes up as we left the bathroom.

This served to get us out of there before the man tried anything more and served as a reason to sell him on spanking our asses.

We were doing pretty good business, but probably nowhere near our first thousand dollars. My brother would look over at me and sigh at times as if he wondered if this was all worth it – or perhaps that I shouldn’t be selling my mouth this way.

I was going to walk over and talk to him – try to reassure him or reassure myself this was all necessary, but he had a customer standing at the DJ booth. They usually made a request for “Free bird” or bought a beer and walked off, but this one was talking to him at length.

Conner sold fireworks and novelty items from the DJ booth. A teenage boy about my age was asking, “So you're gonna tell me that you don't have no black cats, no Roman Candles, or screaming mimis?”

“Nope,” Conner winked at me as he saw me walking over. I was given enough freedom to mill around the sidewalk in front of the pool area. If Catfish, Ted or Daisy called me over I was to rush right over to them. I was also expected to whoop and holler at trucks that honked and drove by; and I did exactly as I was told.

“Oh come on, man. You got no lady fingers, fuzz buttles, snicker bombs, church burners, finger blasters, gut busters, zippity do das, or crap flappers?” the teenage customer sounded skeptical.

“No, I don't.” Conner ignored him and it was obvious he was trying to get rid of him so he could talk to me. I smiled at my brother and quietly thanked him for the acknowledgement.

“You're gonna stand there, ownin' a fireworks stand, and tell me you don't have no whistlin' bungholes, no spleen splitters, whisker biscuits, honkey lighters, hoosker doos, hoosker don'ts, cherry bombs, nipsy daisers, with or without the scooter stick, or one single whistlin' kitty chaser?”

“No... we got snakes and sparklers, that’s it.” Conner lied to the boy. I could clearly see a bunch of fireworks behind him in packages.

“Fuck that pussy shit!” the boy didn’t continue to argue. He turned to leave and stared at me and then ran off to where his family was seated at the pool. There were easily fifty people at the pool and all the lawn chairs and tables were occupied. They all had beers and were listening to the music – no one was complaining about our flesh-based enterprise at the entrance to the pool.

The DJ booth was shaped like a small trailer. It had our bodies air-brushed into the side with all sorts of writing like some kind of carnival game. There were little booths and pits and the smell of BBQ permeated the air from a black 50-gallon drum Ted was using to smoke meats to sell.

“You want a beer, sis?” Conner leaned over to me once he and I were the only ones standing at the DJ booth. I crinkled my nose up at him that he could even be serious.

“Don’t you think I am in enough trouble as it is?” I joked back with him and chuckled. I needed a break from the cocks, asses, and spanking and my brother was providing exactly the distraction I needed.

“Seems to me that you are in as much trouble as you can be in – it’s what is making you money. Could you really get into MORE trouble?” he poured the frothy beer into a red solo cup anyway and put it down in front of me. “Besides, it seems like you might need this.”

I giggled and took a sip from the cup. “It’s warm and gross!” I didn’t really like the taste of beer. I had only started drinking a little over the past week and I never really liked it. I was doing it more out of peer pressure, because it was what we were expected to do at teenager parties.

“You’ve drank strangers cum all morning and THIS is what you find warm and gross?” his retort cut me a little harder to the bone than I am sure he intended.

“Hey! That isn’t fair,” I snorted as I spat out a little of the beer. I covered my mouth to giggle and recover some of the slobber from the head of the beer. It actually did seem silly I was so willing to accept goober-snotty cum from strangers but not drink a beer.

“This isn’t fair and you better start calling me ‘Sir’ because if someone finds out, then they are going to make me spank you again!” Conner teased me. I let him – I was enjoying getting a few minutes ‘off-the-clock’ to keep my sanity and not freak out about what I was doing. The less I thought about exactly how far I had fallen – the easier it was to turn back around in a few minutes and keep going to ten thousand dollars!

“Yeah right, SIR” my small sip turned into small chug the next time I put the cup to my lips after delivering a sarcastic Sir. “Like you said,” I told my brother, “I am already in trouble – how much more trouble can I get into?”

“Well,” my brother smiled apologetically, “you might want to turn around then.”

“Oh shit.”