Chapter Sixty-Seven

We can lament rose bushes have thorns or cheer that thorn bushes have roses

“She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring.”

----Marquis de Sade

“Dr. Hooker?” I was surprised to see the gentleman who I had met a few days earlier. He was an older scholarly man with a neatly trimmed gray beard and looked almost as completely out of place in the Buckman as I had when I first arrived.

“Ellen?” the doctor seemed disappointed I was drinking a beer and wearing a swimsuit. “I see many things have changed for you since we last spoke. I was hoping you would come by and visit to mow my grass. You had mentioned you were in dire need of money.”

“I am SO sorry about that – this car wash has really kept me busy, Sir!” I set the beer down quickly and smiled at him.

There could have been so many other people standing behind me who would have been much worse. I don’t just mean Ted or Daisy with a new customer to whoop my ass – I mean I was suddenly reminded that any moment my father or mother might come through the front gates of the Buckman. I suppose the reminder was brought home by how ‘normal’ Doctor Hooker appeared. He reminded me of Cherry Lawn Estates and how people acted there.

“Can I get you a beer?” my brother asked from behind me.

“Oh absolutely not,” Dr. Hooker’s look of disdain for what we were doing was unmistakable.

“I am sorry, Sir – I know this looks terrible,” I apologized to the man – it just seemed like the right thing to say.

“On the contrary,” he smiled impishly and observed, “It smells terrible – like rancid, sour beer and sweat. It sounds terrible like hillbilly rock through tin-can speakers. The view on the other hand seems to be rather impressive. It is just that,” and he continued to explain, “I thought you were like someone I had met back home and it appears from your activities that you are doing this for very different reasons than she did.”

I wanted to explain myself because I felt he thought the worst of me but it was at that point Daisy took notice of him and came upon him with her hard-sale approach. “Hey, there smart guy – you look like someone who knows how to handle your business.”

“Ma’am, I implore you - would you kindly wait until you have something intelligent to say before speaking to me?” his blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he turned to address me before walking back to his car.

“I cannot stay long – I just wanted to stop and offer one bit of advice. We can lament rose bushes have thorns or cheer that thorn bushes have roses.” He doffed his hat and with no further explanation made his way to his car where he kissed an elderly but shrewish looking woman and addressed three boys in the backseat who were slightly younger than Conner about settling down before pulling out.

“You are scaring off the fucking customer’s with your frowns and shy-little-bitch routine!” Daisy blamed me for the Doctor’s hasty retreat. I just grinned at her. “I can see you over here sneaking beers and trying to hide but you won’t be able to hide with what we have planned before lunch!”

She grabbed my wrist and walked me forcibly under the blue-tarp of the VIP tent to “prepare”.

“Good luck, Sis!” Conner offered me his sympathy.

“Thank you SIR!” I offered him a kindly reminder that this was all part of the game – and hoped he picked up on my body language to understand my secret message to him.

“Shake your ass out of that bikini!” Daisy impatiently demanded I remove my suit in front of the VIP members. They had seen me naked all morning and I had little choice.

She slapped my hands when I started removing the top first. “They don’t care about your little boobs! A slut always takes the bottoms off before anything else – even shoes. You understand?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I hated calling Ted and some of these rednecks Sir because I often felt they really didn’t deserve it but I could live with it. It felt like something disgusting in my mouth every time I had to say Ma’am to Daisy though. I bent over and stepped out of my bottoms and then removed my top.

She reminded me I wasn’t really naked - I had nothing on but a collar, a butt plug, a band-aid, some rubber bands around my nipples and some bruises, marks and the words “HO” written on my tongue and “Nigger Lover” on my ass in big black letters.

“Gee, thanks Ma’am!” I gave her a sarcastic smile – playing my role as a conceited, snarky rich bitch did have its small perks.

“Conner!” Daisy coughed up some phlegm to clear her throat as a response to my sarcasm, “Get over here and wash these disgusting words off your sister’s ass!”

My brother was in the DJ booth and there was a window with a bar that opened right into the VIP tarp that he could look through and reply to her. He answered “Nope!”

“What?” Daisy could hardly believe he wasn’t listening to her.

“You heard me. I am a boss just like you. I get a share of the money – just like you. I don’t have to do what you tell me.”

I was quietly facing several striped traffic barricades that they must have “borrowed” from the highway in the middle of the night. They looked like the old sawhorses people might have used in construction sights and still had reflective gear attached to them.

“Fine!” Daisy angrily bent me over the traffic barricade by pushing my head down on the sawhorse. She wasn’t happy that my brother had ignored her growing sense of self-worth and authority; and she was going to be far rougher with me than she had to, just to prove a point. My tits were on either side of the sawhorse and my ass pushed out so that I was fully exposed. Daisy was carrying some metallic novelty handcuffs they had bought at the mall and quickly cuffed me by my ankles and wrists to the wooden slats at the bottom.

“Oh Gawd! Oh Gawd!” Daisy mocked my hysteria and shock with a disdainful, “Don’t you get tired of acting like every little thing freaks you out, little princess?” She did not give me a chance to answer, wasting no time inserting a fully unwrapped bar of soap in between my teeth – to gag me. “Don’t worry – it won’t kill you and when we are done playing our game I’ll write it back on – it will be like it was never gone at all.”

“Alright!” Conner saw that I was being roughed up and offered to wash me up but now Daisy wasn’t having any of it. “You had your chance!” she snarled at Conner. She had found a sponge and was doing her best to make washing my ass hurt as much as she could while she told him in no un-certain terms that she would be running things soon and he had better watch himself.

“How exactly is that going to work?” Conner asked.

“Never you mind!” Daisy snubbed him and pushed me hard against the wooden sawhorse so that my clit was rubbing against the wood painfully; but other than squirming and the humiliation – I had been through much worse. The discomfort of being washed was actually balanced by the feeling of warm water against my sore, dry, ass. I was basically just a rag doll to be tossed around under her thick, muscular arms as she washed me and spoke to my brother.

“You planning on getting Ted to lower his guard and let you make a couple double-down, risk-it-all, double-or-nothing bets so that he bets the entire farm on a single roll of the dice and then we end up working for you?” I was surprised at how Conner had changed from the shy, awkward boy I thought he was a week ago.

She stopped scrubbing my rear-end for a moment to consider his words. I wasn’t sure if she had been thinking of doing that, or she decided Conner had a good idea, but she answered “Mebbe!” and continued roughly scrubbing off the black-ink while I squirmed like a little piggy under her weight.

“Well,” Conner said, “if you won’t double-cross me at a key-moment I would be willing to split things 50/50 with you – you wouldn’t double cross me if I help you would you?” Conner sounded impossibly naïve when he offered her that olive branch.

Daisy’s spit-fire hand-wash had become an absent-minded and gentle rub down as she considered my brother’s offer and assured him he could trust her. I wanted to scream “NO CONNER! DON’T TRUST HER!” but I had a bar of soap in my mouth.

“What you have to do is lose one bet to Ted – get him to get over confident,” Conner started to offer some strategy to Daisy before she cut him off abruptly.

“Don’t tell me how to mind my business. I will be the brains in this operation and you just do what I tell you!” she returned to scrubbing me hard again – brushing a dirty rag against my ass cheeks.

“I can do that,” Conner assured her and their pact was made. I couldn’t believe my brother was a turn coat on Ted. Why was he allying with this beast of a woman?

I wouldn’t have much time to ponder because Ted and Catfish brought my Aunt and cousin crawling in on all fours with leashes around their necks into the VIP tent. I couldn’t imagine what they had just been through. I could see the caged tiger look of muffled resentment in Savannah’s blue eyes which were partially covered by her corn-husk colored hair which draped over them. She looked like she was seething, but she remained silent. They both had been stripped of their bathing suits before they crawled in – it must have been some performance outside.

Ted and Catfish started preparing them on the two traffic barricades next to mine, except they didn’t bother to stuff a bar of soap in their mouth. Crystal did look sympathetic as she looked over at me – then she abruptly smiled as if she was enjoying this treatment.

“I wish I were an octopus so I could slap eight asses at one time,” Ted announced once he finished securing the two of them to the wooden saw horses in the same manner as me while slapping our butts, “I could get more done that way!”

“PUSSY BOY, Pussy Boy – King of the Titty Frontier,” he sung to the tune of the Daniel Boone theme song to himself as he played with us. He pulled Savannah’s ass cheeks apart a few times and let the taut muscles come back together and pulled on her pussy lips. He straightened my hair; then holding it like a pony tail he yanked my head back and forced my chin up by tying the hair back to something behind me. The hair tie forced my head up so that I could barely look side to side.

“Wasted enough time on this, we need to get this show on the road.” Ted declared as he slapped my ass hard one last time..

Daisy stopped him and asked if he was willing to consider a bet of some kind.

“You and your bets – you’ve already whooped me enough times,” Ted grinned sheepishly dismissing her offer out of hand.

Daisy stopped him by taking his arm and said, “We’ll make it fair – how about it’s a bet between Candy-Ass and Bubble-Gum here – whoever gets the most kisses in thirty minutes?”

We were going to be kissed? From this position? I started to get even more nervous than I already was as they discussed us like we were not even present.

“Front and back?” Ted was considering her offer. I wasn’t sure what that meant and I wasn’t sure I wanted to contemplate it. I couldn’t help the fact that I was getting juicy beneath my band-aid from the constant rubbing and pressure of the scratchy wooden traffic barricade between my legs.

“You have my interest,” Ted was intrigued. “I suppose you have already decided which one you would bet on?”

“That is what makes it fair,” Daisy insisted he would get to pick the girl he thought would win.

“God-damn,” Savannah sounding impatient dared to pipe up, “You two could talk for a hundred fucking hours – time is wasting. If we are going to do this – let’s get on with it. We’ve got a bet of our motherfucking OWN to win!” she was of course talking about the tally being at least 10,000 dollars.

Ted ignored her snide remark and asked his sister what the stakes would be. She told him they would trade just 1% of the overall profit between them.

“What is in it for US to win your dumb little competition, Ma’am?” Savannah watched her tone – she was on thin ice speaking up and she knew that, but it didn’t stop her from being a little defiant.

“The girl who wins is the one without the RED HOT POKER SHOVED UP HER ASS!” Daisy must have twisted Savannah’s pussy lips and pulled on them, or ground them into the sawhorse, because Savannah moaned in anguish. Once Daisy finished giving her niece an attitude check she decided to add a real incentive. “Fine, the little piggy that does the best in this challenge can wash cars and sit out the next one – does that suit you?”

“Fuck that, Ma’am,” Savannah boldly said she came here to get paid. “How about you guys come up off some of those winnings – let’s say 500 cash off the top to the winner– above and beyond all the money we split!”

“Damn,” Ted laughed – at 5 bucks a kiss and 20 for the buffet – I think you have a mighty high expectation of how much this enterprise is going to make! How about a hundred damned dollars and a hamburger that nobody farted on first!” he chuckled and didn’t give us any more time to negotiate.

He unfurled the blue, plastic tarp in front of us and revealed us to the road in front of the pool. He told Daisy that she was on, as he unfurled the blue-trap that had been hiding us from the pool area behind us.

“Which one?” Daisy squinted.

He smiled and looked at me, “Candy-ass.”

It was strangely surreal when Ted would acknowledge me as his niece. I suppose if Crystal were legally married to him then he would by all rights be my Uncle. I think given her relationship to him now as something between a slutty house pet and a full sexual slave – being married might be less of a commitment.

Ted took the microphone over in the DJ booth and had my brother lower the music so that he could explain what was going on to a throng of pool goers who were just treated to the sight of three bare-asses in the VIP tent.

“You all might be wondering why these three sluts are mooning you right ‘bout now?” Ted chuckled and the crowd responded with some cheers, jeers, assorted moos, boos and low moaning. Ted just laughed and said he would explain.

“We waited until bout 11 am to kick this off. You see these girls are today’s entertainment here at Buckman acres. They volunteered because unlike y’all – they don’t like to WORK FOR THEIR MONEY. They like to spend it, spend it.”

He waited for a response but the crowd seemed unsure of how to respond.

“They went out and bought a bunch of shit they didn’t need, when we needed milk for poor Daisy’s little Pumpkin at home, and to pay the electric bill, the water bill, and the rent!” Ted explained. His explanation fell a little flat. I think in part because a lot of the people at the Buckman are just as irresponsible and may not have seen the problem quite yet.

“They are like Obama on Tax day with their hands out – going please gimme, gimme, gimme!!” Ted clarified his point.

“Fuck Obama!!” the crowd seemed to respond with way more boos and jeers to Ted’s point and now we were beginning to seem like the unsympathetic villains Ted wanted to paint us as.

“Anyone seen pussy boy?” Ted asked the crowd as he held his hand over his eyes to screen from the sun. “Pussy boy is the little wimp with the tiny dick – get over here pussy boy!”

My so-called boyfriend Ryan came running when he was called. He now had a dog collar, a thong and a lot of body writing all over his thin, boyish frame that I couldn’t make out. He was hardly puny or tiny but he wasn’t muscular either. “Pussy boy here is going to help me out with this. You see, to try to make up for their wrong doing – the sluts in my family agreed to sit in a kissing booth for all y’all!”

Ted was laying it on thick and there was now some laughter and assorted cat-calls from the crowd at the pool. One guy yelled out “Why are their asses facing us and not their faces?”

The guy sounded a lot like Catfish placed in the audience to ask that very question – but I couldn’t be sure.

“Good question,” Ted smirked. “They want the world to kiss their ASSES!” there was even more hooting and hollering than before – this pleased the crowd.

Ted explained, “5 dollars gets you 5 kisses in the front or two kisses in the back! It’s going for a good cause cuz’ my trailer is about to get hauled away by the bill collector and these bitches caused it!!”

“What if I want more!!” the strangely familiar Catfish like voice that I was now pretty sure Ted had planted in the audience asked.

“You want more?” Ted acted surprised, but it was obvious that he had already prepared his response as he rubbed his chin in thought. “I will tell you what I’ll do – for a mere twenty five dollars I can give you an all you can eat buffet lunch pass, to kiss as much as you want front or back – how about that!”

There was a mixture of laughs, guffaws, boos, cheers, and groans from the audience.

“Too much!!” the voice yelled. I don’t think Ted was prepared for that, but he said, “I’ll make it Twenty dollars and if you come up and talk to me about VIP passes – anyone who DONATES twenty for the buffet – can buy a VIP pass to sit under the VIP tent.”

There was silence.

“Did I mention that VIP’s get to eat for free and drink for free?” Ted smiled into the microphone to a crescendo of cheers from a pleased audience who were now thrilled to come up and see what he had on offer.

“Pussy boy will be taking your money for the buffet or for kisses – you know how to count don’t you pussy boy? Look at him? Isn’t he pathetic. He used to date the rich bitch on the left. He fucked her in the ass because he doesn’t like pussy – isn’t that right pussy boy?”

I couldn’t hear Ryan and neither could Ted over the sound of people collectively getting up and walking over to look at us. He made everyone be quiet and insisted Ryan answer him. “That’s right – I don’t like pussy. I like asshole!” Ryan’s answer was submissive but there was a quality to it that sounded artificial – like he really knew that it wasn’t true and he was just patronizing Ted. It was a tone I had tried to use many times, but couldn’t be sure if I had done it just right. I always felt so conscientious and so honest that I seldom thought I got the act down right. It did seem to be fooling people enough that they had no problem identifying me as the ‘rich bitch outsider’.

“Well, you are in luck – the stipulation is no kisses on the pussy. You can look but no touch. Pussy-boy has some chapstick for their lips – Candy apple and Bubble gum –he’ll let you pick the flavor. What flavor did you two little sluts pick for each other this morning when I caught you applying it to your own assholes?”

Ted made everyone be quiet for both of us to respond. I hesitated and Savannah went first.

“Motherfucking Bubble-Gum – and y’all can go ahead and take a big fat taste if that floats your fucking boats!

“They eat each other’s asses!” someone jeered at her and I heard someone yell the question, “Do we get tongue?”

“If Ted says you get tongue then you get tongue – you ungrateful shit! See if you kiss me for free though!!” I wasn’t sure who it was that Savannah responded to, but she obviously knew him.

“French in the front and Greek in the back!” Ted told whoever she was disrespectful to that he was trying to teach her manners and he would give him THREE kisses in the front for five dollars to get things rolling.

“I don’t want to kiss that little black rubber thing!” I heard someone say. I couldn’t tell from the scratchiness and pitch of their voice if they were a woman or a man.

“Pussy boy… oh Pussy Boy-oi!” Ted teased Ryan on the microphone “Pull those plugs out of your girlfriend and her cousin’s assholes and put them in your mouth.”

There was a pause as people waited. I couldn’t see because my back was to the pool but I felt the ploop’ and the rush of air as my butt plug was removed and heard the laughter and I knew Ryan had done as he was told. “Oh good boy! You must like the flavor of ass don’t you? You sure do hate pussy!”

There was some light chuckling over Ryan’s embarrassment and I felt a wave of sympathy waft over me. I don’t know why – but I felt a little guilty; instead of being the subject of the humiliation, to be a participant in someone else’s degradation that was being punished in part because of my actions! I still had the soap bar in my mouth and between the intense feeling of guilt and the spry odor of the soap I felt like I might cry.

“Did you know that Pussy-boy is from the same fancy country club as my rich-bitch niece? Cherry-Law-ahn!”

“Actually,” I could hear Ryan taking our plugs out of his mouth to stand up for himself “I am from the other side of town - Griffin Estates in Union County!”

This got some more boos from the audience, but Ryan gleefully accepted them and told them, “Oh y’all hillbillies are just jealous! What do you know? Caviar tastes just like these!”

I giggled at Ryan’s playful acceptance of the teasing. He was going to be okay and so was I – I just knew it.

“Get some duct-tape and wrap up their band-aids. We don’t want those precious pussies of these girls getting pleasure! They’ve fucked me over enough times, and been fucked – it’s time they get fucked!!! These little bitches aren’t supposed to like this – they are supposed to be helping. They were supposed to be washing cars,” Ted was talking loudly now because the crowd had gathered close enough that he didn’t need the microphone, “But they fucked around so much that they didn’t wash even one! So we are trying this!”

Catfish clearly yelled “What about beer?”

“You get one free Ice cold Pabst Blue Ribbon on draft for one dollar!” there was a cheer as Ted told everyone the price drop; but when he stipulated they had to already have a red solo cup and pay for a kiss, there was a moan.

“Hey, tell you what – three bucks for everybody for the next thirty minutes! Beer, beer, beer!”

My brother turned on some Weird Al – but unlike his previous attempts to play him this one went over well – it was a tune called the “Beer song”

What is the malted liquor.(beer)

What gets you drunker quicker?(beer)

What comes in bottles or in cans?(beer)

Can't get enough of it,(beer)

How we really love it,(beer)

Makes me think I'm a man,(beer)

I can kiss and hug it,(beer)

I heard the sound of reverie behind me and it wasn’t long before money started exchanging hands. Ted was supervising the entire affair telling people “Food stamps? You drunk motherfucker – okay six bucks in food stamps!” and “Swallow that hamburger before you kiss my wife!”

I saw Ryan’s hand remove the soap from my mouth and felt his hand gently rub my pussy as he applied the silver duct tape to it. He applied cherry flavored chap-stick to my mouth and on Ted’s order came around behind me and applied it to the nub around my asshole in front of everyone.

I don’t remember the first or the last person to kiss me. Their ages ranged from teenager to a man who was probably ninety years old and didn’t even have his false teeth in. Some smiled, some leered, some tried to make it enjoyable, some made it sloppy and some didn’t know how to kiss at all.

The tricks lined up in front of the three of us and kissed us. The kisses were supposed to last about ten seconds but they seemed to go on for minutes at times. Some men tried to bite my tongue, others tried to shove their tongue down my throat, some were timid kissers, and some tried to suck the air right out of my mouth.

Some of them had wives or girlfriends standing nearby cheering them on. Some of the wives and girlfriends said what disgusting pigs we were and playfully smacked their husbands on the head with a baseball cap after they did it.

We were a dare for some and a pleasure for others. We were an oddity to be reviled for some and a lucky find for yet others. Very few people actually kissed our asses but we had plenty of people look and poke at us.

We had a “Gross, mommy! Those girls are nasty!” and the mom say “Yes they are.” That sent shivers of humiliation hauntingly down my spine, straight to my pussy. I couldn’t figure out why it always seemed to do that when people were humiliating me and saying derogatory things.

I heard a “Smile, you are on Candid Camera!” from behind me and a click-click-click. Ted came out and told them they couldn’t do that! I almost thought he was standing up for us until he pointed out that they needed to pay five dollars for photos. He even let one take a selfie on his cell phone with his face right up to my wriggling ass.

I heard several people groan and make farting noises. I heard several of the gus compliment us but most of the women said we had fat asses or that my Aunt had cellulite – she most certainly did not. My Aunt was too busy kissing their boyfriends, husbands, sons, or grandfathers to reply if she heard them at all.

One guy paid to motorboat me – he put his dirty mustache and tongue between my cheeks and thpppppp’d his face between my ass cheeks like he was eating corn on the cob!

He had the audacity to ask if we would fart on him or not. “No, these bitches KNOW better or I’ll break a foot off in their ass! They are safe,” Ted assured him.

I don’t know about Savannah but I couldn’t help but pass a little wind when they were using my butt like a squeeze box or putting their fingers all over me. I liked to think it was a small form of payback but with the smell of sweat, cum, and beer – I doubt anyone noticed.

I heard one man’s wife ask him why he didn’t kiss HER that way.

His reply made me chuckle, “Let’s see you get down on that saw horse with your pretty ass in the air and I just might.”

I was surprised and I thought I heard her whisper, “Play your cards right – and I might just do that one night.” The middle-aged woman with far too much mascara for her own good looked over her shoulder at me and winked. I think she was happy to see her man turned on and might just have been taking him home to play around together!

It was strange consolation – to think that I might be responsible for rekindling a sluggish love life. Then again – I was probably over-thinking things and might have just been good for a laugh to a crowd of trailer park rednecks.

Now don’t get me wrong – not EVERYONE at the pool participated, or even came over and watched, but there had to be at least fifty people standing in front of us.

Once Ted’s initial sales pitch was over and they had seen what the spectacle was all about. They returned to talking about us and gossiping. I overheard the familiar voice of Tammy and April Haislip as they laughed at us and my skin crawled. They must have arrived without me seeing them – it was probably unusual for the sexy mother and daughter to make an entrance and everyone not to notice!

I would like to tell you about the kisses I received on my ass but I don’t even know how to begin to describe it. Can you imagine not being able to turn around and having someone you never met and don’t know kissing your face – exploring your mouth with their tongue, while someone behind you is spreading and looking at your asshole while groping you?

Now imagine that phantom presence behind you kneeling down so that their hot breath is right above your most sensitive and, up until recently, private parts. You can hear their friend daring them to go ahead and kiss it, and it feels as if the moment before they do is going to last for an eternity.

Then there is this wet, warm, awkward kiss – sometimes a tongue pops up like a turtle’s head and sometimes they even bite. You can only wiggle, because you are tied up completely – you can’t itch, you cannot wipe off the wet spit from the smooch.

The helpless feeling that someone else is probably taking a picture; and if anyone you care about finds out – you can never live it down. The feeling that the people you care about that already know – will never let you live it down.

Then you feel someone holding your back and re-applying the same chap-stick they probably just applied to two other assholes and your lips, so that the next customer is going to taste something fruity and sweet instead of the stinky, cheesy sweat of girl booty?

The attention span of the audience could only last so long. There were some, like the Wrestler, who had boundless amounts of energy and attitude – he was bouncing around drinking a Rockstar energy drink and wooting.

I heard him shout, “Ahhh ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! Degeneration-X proudly brings to you its World Wrestling Federation Tag Teammm Champions of the Woooorrrrldd, Ted the Road Dogg. Catfish Jesse James, the Bad Ass Daisy Gunn, the NEW, AGE, Outlaws... and if you ain't down with us, we got two words for ya.... SUCK IT!"

He kissed me at least three times and even thanked me for the blowjob earlier. I whispered a half-hearted “My pleasure, Sir.” with my eyes half-squinting from the sun glaring down into them.

“That's Not Just The Coolest, That's Not Just The Best, That's Just Incredible!” he replied and handed over another five to kiss Savannah who was right next to me.

“God damn, will you cut out that fucking wrestling shit,” Savannah demanded defiantly. “You aint no wrestler and you never will be.”

I remember a long pause as if everyone was waiting to see if the Wrestler would be offended. His throaty howl “If You Don't Like Me… Bite Me!" dispelled that concern right away.

Especially when Savannah said, “Bend down and I will, you stupid motherfucker!” I was shocked she got away with talking that way; but when she added a sweet, “Besides, everyone knows the best wrestler of all time is Al Snow.”

I don’t know why this pleased the wrestler but he pulled one hundred dollars out of his wallet and threw it in the air towards Ryan shouting “What does everybody WAH-ANT?” He began to make out with Savannah as if this was their last day on earth and kissing was the only way to save it from certain destruction.

I have to admit, in between my own kisses, watching the two of them make out and Savannah’s humorous wide-eyed look of “What the fuck did I just start?” I was giggling. She reminded me of Lucille Ball trying to eat all those chocolates coming way too fast down the assembly line.

You get asked some funny questions as well. I overheard people ask my Aunt what gauge her piercings were several times. She patiently answered in the most seductive tone one could imagine maintaining her composure despite the clawing, prodding and the rapid-fire kissing we were doing. I have to admit I admire that and her patience.

I wondered why people cared what gauge the piercings in her pussy and mouth were? Did they plan to get one just like it? The tongue piercing was shaped like a penis after all!

I overheard two obviously white middle aged men discussing the size and shape of my rump from behind me. They were saying how ‘purty’ it was but that it was too bad I was a ‘nigger lover’.

“How do you know she is a nigger lover?” the one redneck asked the other.

“It said so right on her ass cheek.” His friend answered.

“It don’t say so now,” the first redneck replied as if that was some redemption for me.

“For five dollars, I’ll love whoever you want,” I boldly smiled without looking behind me. I could muster the courage to be flirtatious because the outrageousness and constant kissing of the situation had me more than turned on and excited. I know my nipples were extended and hard; and would have been with or without the rubber bands.

I didn’t have to know – even if my tits were not super sensitive to the point I was fully aware.

“Well dang!” I heard (AND FELT) the two of them both pay to kiss my ass. I hate to admit I was proud that I had managed to flirt my way to getting them to shell out ten bucks. They both grabbed my tits when they bent down as if they were handles.

I was constantly reminded by fingers touching them or people pointing how hard they are “They must REALLY be enjoying this, Fred! Look at those nipples.”

“They are so hard they could cut a diamond,” Fred answered and I heard the woman giggle like the pop-n-fresh dough boy at my expense. I can’t really tell you how it made me feel without using the words, cheap, disgusting, humiliated, exposed, ridiculous and all that combined “times one hundred”. The naughty things I was doing definitely made me feel embarrassed and ashamed – and the fact my body found a few of them pleasurable quadrupled that feeling.

I had several disgusting men just boldly ask to eat me out. They didn’t ask me of course – they asked my handler as if I were simply a rag doll or a product to be bought and sold. Some of the tricks theorized we were just on the rag. I bragged in my most elegant snotty voice, “No, it’s that Ted is afraid we’d like that too much. He is right you know – I’d love it if you ate my pussy! I am sure you’d do a better job than my Gardner Jose or my Chauffer Chauncey!”

I was positive I had lost the bet between Ted and Daisy as the publicity stunt to get things fired up was starting to end. I was okay with that – a hundred dollars wasn’t going to mean a lot compared to everything and Savannah and I had agreed we’d work together anyway.

It was usually at this time when I gave up hope that some big-spender or turn of events would occur that would change my fortune – I didn’t see Junior’s Cadillac and while I had a steady stream of kisses, both front and back - that just wasn’t going to happen this time.

I was glad Savannah would get the hundred. It also meant Ted would lose the bet. I wondered if that played right into Daisy’s diabolical plot? I didn’t mind the loss of a hundred dollars – I was guaranteed 2,500 even if we didn’t make ten thousand today as a group and I tried to focus on the money while they sold off my dignity wholesale.

I had time to think about things like this –it was helpful to let my mind wander. If not, I would be wondering if the taste on the man’s breath was beer, cigarettes, pickles, or garlic and focusing too much on the immediate disgusting games I was participating in.

I wouldn’t say I was “okay” or even “used” to being on the saw horse and kissing strangers, but just when I had my head around it – they decided to change the rules.