Chapter Seventy-Six

When your luck runs out, it doesn’t matter how big your dick is – and you my friend have a little dick

I bent over to pick up the phone and a part of me wondered if my trick was happy. I could picture him going off about the direction things went between my brother and I, but I was just happy for the five hundred dollars – that was already an enormous amount of money.

My brother was satisfied with his blow job and in that euphoric happy state men go into when they cum. He was pleased just to stand around holding his dick and reminisce about the way he had just ejaculated, as I finished what I was doing and scanned the phone.

One after the other, each of the messages was more encouraging than the last! He was so pleased he told me where the remaining three hundred was AND another two hundred he hid as a bonus. My brother asked me what I was doing, but I nodded “err-urr” and pointed to the cum he had unloaded in my mouth as my excuse for not explaining while I scanned around for any more money. I was technically under no more impetus to keep this a secret, but I wanted to see the look on Daisy’s face when I laid out all that money.

My trick’s final instructions were to delete all the messages and leave the phone on the ledge over the bathroom stall. I followed them to the letter and carried the broom with me – most of the cum still in my mouth.

Walking out of the bathroom naked with the five hundred dollars in my pussy was awkward. There were only about a dozen people at the pool, not including the hard-core watchers that stay all day. Once we had the final rush of cars coming home – we’d have to count up the money and see who won the bet! My thousand dollars would put us over the top (I hoped!).

I followed my brother meekly out of the bathroom and scanned around quickly for my tiny swim suit and tried to avoid notice.

I saw Daisy arguing with Ted as I gathered up the bits and pieces of my outfit and made my way over to Crystal.

Daisy was trying to convince Ted to let Kung-Fu Dave’s sister join us. Her name was Ashley but most people called her “Cricket”. Ashley wasn’t pretty but she didn’t give up. “Cricket can fluff cocks and she will work for cheap. You can use all the money you can get right now, Teddy!”

“Fuck no!” Ted emphatically disagreed and called her by what was apparently her nickname “I don’t want Cricket scaring off what customers we do have! I can smell her stank ass from all the way over here!” he waved his hand in front of his face as if trying to dispel a foul odor.

“C’mon Ted, you’ve got to be an entrepreneur like Senior! You have to gamble big to win big! Look, you aren’t going to make the 10,000 anyway by the end of the day – so you might as well try anything that adds a few bucks to the pot. I don’t even know why you are continuing this charade. I’ll just hire her tomorrow if you don’t but suit yourself.”

Daisy yelled across the street at Kung-Fu Dave and his sister, who were jumping on trampolines, “TED DON’T WANT WHAT YOU ARE DOING! GET OFF THE FUCKING TRAMPOLINE DAVE!”

“I AM KEBBIN SORBO AND ASH IS ZEENA WARRYOR PRINCEASS!” a shirtless Kung-Fu Dave yelled back defiantly. He was apparently trying to drum up business for us with his barbarian jumps and antics.

“You aren’t fucking Kevin God-damned Sorbo!” Ted barked. “You know they used to just call those JUMP-olines until your mom jumped on one in 1972?”

“Hardee Har Har, Ted! Daisy said she would hire us when you lose the fucking bet.” Kung Fu Dave hollered back while making warrior poses and flexing what little muscle he had.

I was already across the walkway to where my Aunt was standing, with only a modicum of people watching me, while they carried on the rather loud discussion.

“I said HIRE CRICKET, not you!! You crazy dipshit – now jump higher,” Daisy corrected.

“We are pack-ajj deal tho!” Kung Fu Dave’s harelip country accent was hard to understand, but it was obvious that he was emphatic about this.

“Kevin Sorbo,” his sister begged, “this is my big chance though! What if I can be a star? Please don’t stand in my way – I’ve got to follow my dreams!”

“I could play D.J. though – they haven’t been playing music in a while – you know with Kebbin Sorbo I’d play nothing but Trace Adkins or Mc Hammer!”

“WE ALREADY HAVE A D.J. AND TED HASN’T LOST THE BET YET!” Daisy chuckled at the melodrama between them and observed me scamper over to French kiss my Aunt. “I noticed you prance out of the mouse hole. You go kiss your Aunt’s disgusting mouth and let her slather that cum on your ass – and then I’ll deal with you!”

I obediently wrapped my arms lovingly around my Aunt. She knew exactly why I was coming over to her and extended a big hug and kissed me deeply with a sense of pride. When we were done she turned my naked ass around and slathered the cum from her mouth on to my ass like it was suntan oil. I had known I would have to do this anyway – and my Aunt had a way of making this part of the process dirty but pleasant.

Daisy did convince Ted to give in on this one and called Cricket over. They told her she was going to get hosed down and made over – and she could spend the night at our trailer so she can start in the morning with the rest of us. Cricket was over joyed but her brother stood there watching her walk towards Ted with a look of loneliness and hurt on his slack jawed face.

Ted ordered Ryan to clean up Cricket and get her started. I was really shocked at Ted’s desperation. She was cross-eyed and her hair looked like a matted up bees nest. I don’t’ think she ever washed that egg Ted had thrown at her this morning completely out of her hair. They put her in what Daisy called the “Jerk in the box” so tricks couldn’t see her face. It was a cardboard box with holes cut in it. I didn’t know what was promised to her for money or if anything was!

Kung Fu Dave continued to jump on the trampoline without his sister – convinced it was only a matter of time before we needed him as well.

Once they set up Cricket, Ted and Daisy continued to argue.

“I am not going to do a double or nothing Ted,” she chuckled while finishing her conversation with Ted about the bet . “Why would I want to take a chance on a wrestling match when I am about to win? I can just wait things out and you can step away.”

“I see you don’t mind walking around here naked now,” Daisy turned her attention and coughed, as if to intimidate me and storm over to where I was standing. I smiled and waited and when she finally got close I inserted two fingers into my pussy. I could see she was going to complain about me masturbating - I pulled out the five hundred and added it to the other five hundred that was in my hand.

“Excuse me Ma’am, I just need to add this to Master Ted’s total,” I could see the surprise on her face with this much cash in my hand, “I am just earning my keep.”

“That is a bunch of ones wrapped around a fifty?” she seemed genuinely surprised and then asked plainly how much it was.

I didn’t answer, I just shrugged, “I was never good at math in that fancy private school my parents send me too. I just didn’t have time to pay attention – so I paid a servant to do my math for me, Ma’am.” I lied.

Ted and Catfish were happy to see me sashay over, “Do you mind if I get dressed while you count this, Sir? I handed it to Ted and savored every minute of Daisy’s worried face.

“Sure, go ahead!” Ted was like a starved homeless man who had just been given the biggest bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 they make. He barely paid any attention to me as he took the money.

“Do I have to put the butt plug back in Sir or can I go without?” I asked sweetly but Ted wasn’t listening.

Ted chided Daisy and told her to get ready to take her top off and break out those titties. She pretended not to be afraid and demanded he count it up.

“You sure you don’t want to go double or nothing on that bet?” Ted laughed.

“You sure you don’t want to eat my asshole?” Daisy served back her answer, adding a question to me while I squatted over the butt plug in the VIP tent, “Who gave you this?”

“What do you mean? What does it matter? It was legitimately earned Ma’am,” I asked back.

“You don’t ask the questions – you answer them you little tit bitch!” Daisy contained her anger and added, “There aren’t any people in this Podunk trailer park besides drug dealers and the Gaylord family that have this kind of money to spend, and drug dealers don’t waste a thousand dollars on a blow job.”

I looked blankly at them while I put my top back on.

“Oh my god, it was Senior!” Ted seemed surprised and shocked. They started hurling dozens of questions too fast for me to answer, about what my trick looked like and precisely what he had to say. Every answer I gave – no matter how obscure, seemed to confirm in their mind that the man who had me suck my brother’s cock was the infamous “Senior Gaylord”.

It all seemed to add up – why he didn’t’ want anyone to see him was because he was also one the most infamous and powerful man in the county.

Ted looked worried. Daisy was using this as a chance to drive home the point that he was going to be seen as a failure now that “Senior” was observing directly his management style. Daisy was laughing that when she wins the bet – it will be proof positive that she is the superior of the two siblings and most worthy to inherit, and that was the real point here.

I think they both enjoyed showing each other up and the bragging rights. I think they both looked for that immediate profit; and even if Ted lost the bet he’d walk away with a hefty reward for a day’s work. They were both angling for Senior’s approval and now that they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he had been here – they also knew the stakes had just been raised.

Even though I told them I erased all the messages, they still wanted the phone I used. Ted sent Ryan to go get it from the men’s bathroom and when he came back with it they acted like someone had just walked out with proof of men living in the moon.

Ted and Catfish ordered Savannah and I to bend over the D.J. booth so that our asses faced the road. Cars would be coming by soon, but right now there were no customers and they felt our wriggling asses would be enough shock value that people might pull over. Ryan and Conner tied our hands behind our back and let our feet dangle over the side.

My brother started up the music and every now and then smiled sheepishly at me, but said nothing. I smiled back and noticed that Savannah was giving me a respectful “very clever” kind of look.

“I would have sucked his dick for a lot less than that,” she laughed conspiratorially, “Well played.”

“Thank you Savannah,” I giggled back reveling in her admiration “My butt’s all sticky and I am a little sore, but I am no worse for the wear”.

“You should see what those two little motherfuckers who whipped the bottom of my feet did for twenty seven dollars and some change!” Savannah offered.

We could see Ted count and recount the money from today while we chatted and wiggled our asses at the honking trucks and cars.

“HA-Ha!” Daisy’s derisive laugh was all I had to hear to know it wasn’t enough.

“Eight thousand, Seven hundred and seventy five dollars – a lot of money, good effort, little brother but you are going to lose this bet. When your luck runs out, it doesn’t matter how big your dick is – and you my friend have a little dick!!”

“What are they talking about? A bet?” I heard a familiar, deep voice over my shoulder.

“Doctor Hooker?” his calm, deep voice scared me when he came up behind us.

“My nephews noticed the pink bubble-gum thong you have on isn’t covering very much of your back side and so I stopped to say something,” he said quite somberly.

“Oh, I am sorry about that Sir.” It was quite easy to call him Sir with the way he carried himself. I felt guilty that his nephews were probably offended by the sight of our nearly bare butts.

Savannah told him in no uncertain terms, “If you don’t like what you see – you can just keep on driving. Ain’t no need to stop here and bitch about it, and it won’t do any good no how – this is a pool, girls wear skimpy bathing suits.”

“And bend over with their hand cuffed behind their backs, wiggling them at strange cars that pass by?” he laughed at the incredulous nature of that story and I could almost see him shaking his head with a smile at how absurd her protests sounded.

“If they want to!” Savannah insisted and scrunched her nose. I could sense her wiggling her legs enough to kick backwards, but Doctor Hooker was well out of the way of leg reach.

“When I first saw you out here I was not quite sure this is what you wanted to be doing. Pardon me for eavesdropping but am I to understand that this is all part of some elaborate bet?”

“I don’t think you would believe me – even if I explained, sir,” I chuckled and wiggled my butt at another car honking but not stopping. I could see Savannah offer him a bird and she yelled, “Billy Riggins – don’t laugh!!”

He asked me if I ever heard the story of Mylitta. He proceeded to explain that she was the Assuring Goddess of Fertility and Sexuality. “Her name literally meant ‘She of the Perfect Ass.’”

“Oh Gawd, is this learn and listen?” Savannah quipped sarcastically.

“The story goes that every woman, from the richest to the poorest, must make a pilgrimage to her temple and wait there with a garland of rope around her head. She was to sit in the temple and offer herself to whoever wanted her. When a man selected her, he must say, “I invite you in the name of the Goddess MyLitta.” and offer her one coin.

The woman may not leave until she earned the coin which she gave to the Temple as alms. The Noble women would have men waiting on queue but some of the uglier ones were in for a rather long wait.”

“Is this a special kind of torture, or do you have a point, Sir?” Savannah’s abrupt manner only served to amuse the patient gentleman.

“The point is that what you consider to be a far-out story, was once someone else’s reality. For centuries beautiful and shapely women made a vow to a Goddess and then waited in a temple for one man to come use them – holy prostitution of sorts. Rich or poor – mattered not in the Goddess eyes, they were all whores.”

“Yeah, Greek whores – I don’t see the point,” Savannah rolled her eyes and shifted her weight.

“I know you don’t, dear,” he chuckled. “Let’s suffice to say that at one point I might not have believed your story – but given what you are doing and where you are – lay it on me,” he was still talking to my back as he explained that at the University he taught at, they had an unofficial “Nudity week” in which students were encouraged to perform naked on campus and get out of their comfort zone. “I would never have believed the once uptight sorority girls, who got offended if an overzealous co-ed peeked in their windows, were finding ways to out-do each other naked on the quad. I even saw a troupe that juggled tiny dildos while on unicycles in a coordinated formation. They must have practiced that for weeks!”

“Well good for you,” Savannah answered him sarcastically.

“You remind me of my niece,” he chuckled at Savannah’s attitude and insisted I tell him all about the bet. I assumed he left his nephews in the car and asked if they minded waiting.

“No, they have all day – we actually just went out to get a few things and I may be able to offer you some advice, if nothing else – please continue.”

I took a deep breath and explained that most people aren’t supposed to know about it. That Ted and Daisy are getting to the point where they have to settle the bet and so they are being rather loud about it.

“There are bets within bets here,” I explained that the first bet was the sum total of our winnings need to exceed 10,000 dollars.

“By what point?” he was quick to ask.

“The end of the day,” I answered, but he insisted there be a precise time. So I explained that usually by 5:30 PM everyone has gone home and there wouldn’t be enough customers to support it.

“Technically, though you could stay past 5:30 pm?” Doctor Hooker was looking for loopholes and I chuckled that I wasn’t sure – but didn’t think so.

I explained briefly how the profit-sharing went and how the split was divided up amongst all of us. I explained that any money after 10,000 would be between Savannah and I fifty/fifty.

“Fat chance of that!” Savannah grunted angrily.

The next part I tried to explain more gingerly about giving blowjobs and getting spanked, because I felt Doctor Hooker might judge me quite harshly.

“So you are telling me that if you lose the bet, you have to be full on whores for the next two days, and you could only use your mouths and light touching and spanking today to earn revenue?” he seemed more curious than disappointed.

“There was nothing LIGHT about some of that spanking, Sir!” Savannah offered angrily.

“I can see from the hand prints – and the handiwork on the bottom of your feet that you’ve had a grueling time,” he offered respectfully in a way that satisfied Savannah’s ego. “You could have whored today to earn more money if you wanted though?” he asked curiously.

“I suppose so, sir?” I hadn’t thought of doing that.

“You are how close to the goal?” Doctor Hooker asked a few more questions as he tried to understand the first portion of the bet.

“Whu-eye?” Savannah’s southern drawl drew out the syllables to her why question. “You gonna make up the difference?”

“I might have an idea,” he chuckled at her impertinence. I wondered if he was thinking about smacking her booty. Savannah had a way off driving nice guys crazy enough they would pay anything to smack her butt, and I could see her exercising that on Dr. Hooker even though I wish she wouldn’t. I wanted to hear what he had to say and I didn’t’ want her to scare him off.

“Is the idea to have us act like regular whores so you can fuck us both while your nephews wait in that hot car?”

“Actually, I’ve called them over and they’ve all been listening while your cousin explained the situation.” Doctor Hooker said while some younger boys tried to contain their giggles behind us.

“The second part of the bet?” he asked me to recap. The idea that we were being watched by even more silent people increased my humiliation, but at this point I had to continue with what I was doing.

“If we fail to earn the 10,000, then Daisy over there wins the right to manage this for the rest of the weekend; and if she loses then she has to spend the rest of the day like us and go home this way.”

“That hardly seems like a fair bet,” Doctor Hooker laughed and pointed out that it was always likely, even if we did win that it would be fairly close to the 5:30 deadline and she wouldn’t have to do it for long.

“All the more reason for us to hurry up and earn it!” Savannah gritted her teeth as the boys behind us no longer had any reason to keep quiet. I guessed there was probably three of them from the sound of things.

“You don’t mind your nephews seeing us like this, Sir?” I was surprised, since earlier he sounded slightly offended that we offered our asses to his nephews as they passed by.

“Quite the contrary, I think it’s a good lesson for them,” Doctor Hooker answered.

I heard an older, shrewful woman speak, “On the wages of sin, and Proverbs 6:16! I should think!”

“Oh gawd, a bible thumper,” Savannah couldn’t contain her disgust.

“I know you aren’t speaking before a man and attempting to usurp the conversation?” Doctor Hooker shut down his wife’s protests immediately with the mention of a bible verse 1 Timothy 2:12, “I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man; she must be quiet.”

“You were served!” Savannah giggled at the sudden quiet.

The elder woman harrumphed and said the bible said nothing about talking back to willful jezebels who do nothing but entice and cavort around for attention.

“You are worse than old man Methuselah” Savannah mentioned the crazy old man who chased us from the Semen Hole on one of my first nights at the Buckman.

“I will kindly ask you not to besmirch the good name of my eldest brother. He is an honorable and pious man!” the old woman insisted.

“Victoria?” Doctor Hooker’s friendly question was a very thinly disguised threat and it immediately quieted the feisty older woman. “I don’t need to ask you to restrain yourself while I hear this young lady out do I?”

“No sir,” she answered him with a crisp military-like reverence and I continued to explain the bet. I told them that we had been trying like mad to get the money we needed.

“You need this money for what?” he asked me to be honest and I told him that I was going to give it to my parents to help us move away from the Buckman.

He told me he would be right back.

“Fat chance,”Savannah whispered “They probably heard that story for a hand out and got their jollies at your expense – now they’ll drive home and tell themselves we are both liars and deserve whatever happens to us.”

I didn’t want to believe that, but he sure did take a long time at his car. In the meantime, I listened to Ted desperately try to convince Daisy to extend the bet. He no longer cared about the money from today’s run. He just didn’t want Senior to see him as a failure ‘again’.

“Haha – you made your bed, you gotta lie in it,” she laughed and told him she might not make him go home in his tighty-whities. “You guys usually run the girls naked through the Buckman don’t you? I am sure Senior will have a good laugh at that.”

“We can agree to truce, right Sis? I mean you think I was going to make you run home naked and squat out on the lawn?” Ted smiled a toothy grin.

“We could agree on a truce, but that wouldn’t be the Gaylord way. If I give in now, when I’ve got your back on the ropes, then Senior would think less of me. What you SHOULD be doing is getting out there and trying to make about twelve hundred dollars – it’s still possible.”

It was getting late and we had less than an hour left before things would be shut down. I felt bad for Ted and I definitely felt bad for us. No one had even stopped to get their car washed.

“Well, hello Ma’am!” Crystal greeted the Hooker family warmly.

I heard his wife reply that “A well is just a hole in the ground with water in it!” then she added a more personal snide attack that “Not since Wendy Taylor have I seen a woman your age cavort in such a way,” and that she should be embarrassed of the values she is teaching.

My aunt just agreed and said she had her pegged – which seemed to quiet the woman completely.

Instead of coming back to us, Doctor Hooker rounded the side of the D.J both where Daisy and Ted was and started to talk to them. I could see him standing there with three boys a little younger than Conner. They all had very short crew cuts and dressed like extras from Leave it to Beaver in corduroys and striped shirts. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Doctor Hooker seemed to be explaining the situation to him and Ted and Daisy eagerly agreed.

“This is my niece Delilah,” Doctor Hooker coaxed her from his car and brought her over to us along with his nephews.

“Jezebel!” his wife insisted.

“Farty Butt!” the three boys sounded off in chorus.

“She has a few different names in our family,” Doctor Hooker explained to our backs. Ted untied us so we could turn to see her.

She was a raven haired, freckle faced beauty with a country sort of charm. She had piercing blue eyes and she wore a metal circlet around her neck. She had on denim-short-shorts and a blue and yellow print half-top that was fairly popular here in the Buckman with girls our age.

“You mind showing them your swim suit?” Doctor Hooker asked her sweetly.

“Like I have a choice, Sir?” she smiled sweetly and began removing her pants first.

“Wow, like a good slut – undresses with her bottoms first!” Daisy seemed impressed as the girl revealed she had no panties and a completely bald, peach of a pussy.

“Actually,” Doctor Hooker laughed “I would have let you undress in the bathroom with supervision – but please by all means – continue.”

She removed her top next and stepped out of her high heeled shoes last. They were garish almost by design trying to keep her from matching. I noticed right away the tell-tale marks of a lash and spankings all over her lithe, perfect teenage body.

She had a way of balancing the look of being completely embarrassed being naked and yet drawing out her undressing so that every eye was on her.

“This is Jimmy, Gordon, and Ezekial,” Doctor Hooker introduced the younger boys as if this were perfectly normal. They eagerly giggled and laughed at their older sister’s unfortunate circumstances. She looked like she might hiss at them, but she smiled sweetly and exuded a sort of country charm that even Savannah couldn’t fake.

“Boys will be boys,” she explained with a shrug and a forgiving tone that sounded like she didn’t blame them for watching. She waited until she was completely undressed and put on a tiny Lycra blue top before stepping into skimpy bottoms made from the same shiny material.

“You met my lovely wife Victoria,” Doctor Hooker introduced her, but I could not get a good view of her from how I was positioned. The boys had come up and started poking me and grabbing, and Victoria commanded them to “stop touching her!”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” I answered quietly.

“I didn’t do it for you – you look like you enjoy that sort of thing and encourage it. I did it because I don’t want my boys to behave like the rest of the craven, filthy Sodomites of this trailer park!”

“So – Delilah?” Doctor Hooker ignored us and asked his niece “Do you mind spending the night helping the nice people? You can have a sleep over at their trailer and we’ll check on you tomorrow afternoon.”

“I don’t get a choice do I, Sir?” she asked with a coy southern charm.

“We all have choices to make, my dear. Do you have a problem with following Ted’s rules as you would mine?” Doctor Hooker seemed rather non-plussed, as if trusting his niece with us was a rather trivial issue.

“My Aunt would want to know if you are a Christian, Sir?” she asked with the antebellum charm of a southern belle.

“You bet I would!” Victoria Hooker sniped from behind her.

Ted spoke slowly and turned on his own version of the southern drawl, “You know I rightly spend too much time thinking about the bible and all – but I do praise Jesus my wife has become obedient to me and for all the blessings of having neighborly friends like you Hooker’s to lend a hand when we need it.”

That satisfied Doctor Hooker, but his wife remained skeptical from her silence. The Doctor’s final action was to request a car wash. “If you have one of them come down and wash our car – it might help get a few of them started.”

“You know it’s not just washing cars though, right?” Daisy asked him as if he were stupid.

“I trust Delilah will do what is needed and perform as the other girls, won’t you?”

“Yass Suh,” Delilah laid on the accent rather thick.

“Go get your toy and bring it back here,” Doctor Hooker insisted.

“Oh please suh, not out here.” She was already walking towards her car.

“You have heard about the hardships these girls have gone through all day – and you have the audacity to act modest, when you just brazenly stripped publicly to change – when I said you could use the restroom?”

“I am getting it Suh, you dun made your point,” she was laying on the country-honey routine almost TOO thick. She came back with a neon-orange neoprene dildo shaped like a billy-club.

“The toy!” her brothers cheered and she smiled at them like one does at anxious children excited for a cookie.

“I believe a demonstration is in order,” Doctor Hooker stood proudly by his niece and we watched as she coughed, cleared her throat and then opened her dainty mouth wide enough to allow the entire fake cock to enter.

She tilted her head back and while the boy’s cheered “Farty Butt!” she rammed it down her throat to the base – we could see the dildo in her petit little neck as she pulled it back effortlessly. Her eyes were a little watery as she asked if we needed to see it again.

“You are hired!” Ted smiled – obviously impressed.

“You are loaning her to us for free?” Daisy seemed suspicious of his generosity.

“I wouldn’t think of it as a loan – it’s more of a neighborly gesture on our part and a learning experience for my niece. I just ask that you consider her like one of your own girls and nothing more or less.”

“Like when you loaned me to your University friend to help him study Sir?” Delilah’s quaint country accent couldn’t mask the subtle sarcastic tone to her voice.

“I was told you were well behaved; and you came back with not only a slightly better attitude, but an increased understanding of the world in which you currently reside - would you like to revise that story and tell me if your experience was lacking?” Doctor Hooker was quite serious as he dressed down his niece in front of us.

“No Suh, I think it was a fine evening and I am looking forward to their hospitality.” There wasn’t even a trace of sarcasm in Delilah’s tone now.

“I am just a might worried if you can handle it,” Victoria remarked pragmatically. She reminded me of a 50/50 cross between Granny and Mrs. Drysdale from the old Beverly Hillbillies television program. She was equal parts classy and yet completely down-home country in a way I had never encountered until then.

“I think I can handle whatever they dish out, Ma’am,” Delilah’s saucy response to the challenge made me smile.

“I didn’t mean you my petulant child,” Victoria spoke with an elegant but countrified mountain accent, “I meant if THEY could handle you and not let you wander off or try to get up to mischief – Ted, I don’t believe I caught your last name?”

“Gaylord, Ma’am,” Ted obliged and noticed with some satisfaction that even this woman had heard of his famous last name. “Yes. Those Gayords.” Ted’s eyes twinkled, “He is my Uncle.”

“Then I am surprised you are living like..this!” Victoria threw her hands up in the air dismissively and walked back to the car. I never got a good look at her – but I pictured her to dress like Whistler’s mother in full black with a white lace collar.

“Should I leave the toy in the car, Ma’am?” Delilah called out to her family, but they were already packing up and waving goodbye. Delilah sighed like a proper southern belle launched herself up on the D.J booth with her ass facing the road and held the giant rubbery cock behind her back.

“Is someone going to tie little ol’ me up here or do you want me to just keep my hands behind my back like this?” she batted her eyelashes at the menfolk.