Chapter Seventy-Nine

You may be a bad bitch at heart, but you want to ACT like a good slut

“I don’t believe her,” Delilah said when Ted sent us all to “Make crap-loads of money.”

“What do you mean?” I was elated – I had watched the ultimate Greek tragedy play out.

Daisy had climbed high on the ladder of her own ego and she fell just as far and I didn’t question it.

“Something smells as fishy as that cross-eyed girls pussy,” Delilah said as she gestured to Cricket; who was trying and failing to get someone’s interest by laying on her back spread-eagle on one of the pool chairs.

“Come on Sir,” Cricket pleaded, “'I am not trying to make excuses sir - I deserve it –go ahead and give me a crack. It is not something I enjoy but it is my life now – my fate. If you reached over and gave me a big titty twister - I'd smile and thank you for it - not because I enjoyed it, but because that is the price I pay for being a little piggy-slut like these other bitches, now."

“At least she doesn’t talk like her hair-lipped, mush-mouthed brother,” Delilah observed dryly. “She sounds more like a squeaky, annoying, baby with a lisp,” laughing as the man walked away with a puzzled look on his face.

“Oh shut up betch, you are just jealous!” Cricket stared angry daggers in our direction – she and the man must have overheard us giggling and talking about her. I really had no room to make fun of anyone, but after what I had been through today and with Delilah’s influence – it was easy to find myself doing that.

“Ain’t jealous,” Delilah smiled revealing her cute little baby teeth that were slightly curved and rounded – not like my cousin’s perfect, model teeth. “You want to learn how to do this – I like what you said to the guy but you need to learn the fundamentals.”

“Fundamentals? Like reading?” Cricket was about as smart as she was pretty. “We had hooked on Phonics, but it was for VHS and my brother only has Beta-Max so I never got to do it!”

“You are a hot mess girl, and ugly as sin, girlfriend.” Delilah put her hands on her hips, with a look of condescension on her face.

“I get told that a lot,” she admitted with a sigh.

“I am going to teach you the fundamentals to playing a slut – which is what I assume we are all doing here,” Delilah said without too much concern for who overheard her. There were a lot of cars whizzing past the pool but we were down to only a half a dozen or so people still actually hanging around, besides the hardcore watchers and the rest of us.

“Why would you do that for me?” Cricket sensed a trick, but Delilah assured her she would help how she could. “We’ve only got dollar store make-up. I don’t know what is with trailer trash and cherry lipstick and sky blue eye shadow but y’all tend to think more is better – so we’ll doll you up first.”

Delilah taught us both what she called the five rules of being a good slut. “You may be a bad bitch at heart, but you want to ACT like a good slut!”

She gave us a quick make-over while explaining her rules. She didn’t tell us where these rules came from or who taught them to her.

1. Don’t be afraid to use your tits: You don’t have to show them, but you need to MOVE them. The man needs to be aware they are there. Little titties work just as good as big titties if you know how to work them.
   
   

Delilah taught us both how to sashay and keep our tits ‘present’. She said we need to make people aware of them. “They need to be something that is going to be obvious – so that it catches his eye and makes him smile – if you catch them staring, you are doing it right!”

Cricket’s tits were saggy and her nipples were huge and elongated but with Delilah’s help even she walked with her shoulders back, tits out, and with more confidence.

2. Wiggle, Jiggle, and Giggle: If you are moving, then you are doing all three whenever you can.

Delilah’s country accent may have sounded down-home, but she could twerk as well as Savannah. She showed us how to bounce and wiggle our ass while jiggling our tits, winking and giggling. She made sure we practiced it subtle and how far we could push it.

3. Swallow: It may seem gross but it’s a momentary discomfort – when in doubt, swallow. When you can’t swallow – slurp, and when you can’t slurp – then lick. She told us what we already knew – men liked girls who swallowed; but who also didn’t mind wet-sloppy saliva kisses. “My brother’s don’t know how to kiss a girl right and if I were to bitch and try to teach them they would just get an inferiority complex – just open your mouth and let them have their kiss. Pretend like you are ‘A Princess’ and they are a prince and they know exactly what the fuck they are doing.”

“You kiss your brother?” Cricket asked with a smirk.

“All three of them – every day, all day, bitch,” Delilah didn’t hesitate to admit it – as if she wasn’t the least bit ashamed of herself; adding mockingly, “Don’t pretend you don’t kiss Kebbin Sorbo over there.”

“Nebber,” she corrected herself for talking in the same hair-lip accent Delilah used to make fun of Kung-Fu Dave and laughed “Never!” She admitted, “He tried sometimes – but I will only suck his dick, kissing seems gross to me.”

“It is gross – you are swapping spit – come here,” Delilah commanded.

Cricket didn’t question Delilah’s authority in the matter. She stood and walked right over to Delilah. Delilah wasted no time cradling the girl in her arms and gave her what looked like the most epic kiss I had ever seen.

“Fuck!” Cricket admitted joyfully when they finally stopped kissing, “That made me wet! Let’s do that again!”

4. Keep them wanting more:

“Sorry, you already got your free sample!” Delilah explained the fourth rule was that giving people everything they ever wanted is the best way for them to lose interest. “If they want anal – give them just the tip. It doesn’t matter if you sit on bowling pins daily and get butt fucked all the time. Let him work for it – he wants a taste, give him a taste. If you give him the entire dish, he will go home and go to sleep.”

“You sit on bowling pins?” Cricket asked.

Delilah stared in Cricket’s direction but never answered. Delilah had this dramatic way of looking at you like you were stupid, and intimidating you into not asking her a question that was compounded by the dark eye liner she wore..

She was fully submissive, and seemingly happy to be so, when she was grifting in front of men; but it always seemed like play-acting when she allowed her real personality out around just us girls. She was sassy and mischievous like Savannah but I think her true nature had a dark side that I didn’t see in Savannah and couldn’t quite put my finger on.

5. Never Fall In Love:

Delilah’s final rule was a very simple one and it was similar to one my Aunt had told me early on. She admitted the biggest mistake of her life was falling for Chris and now it has changed everything. “They can fall in lust, they can fall in love and out of love – as long as you don’t care – you will be fine.”

My brother had been keeping my Aunt Crystal and Savannah busy sucking cocks and getting spanked. He had even sold Savannah out to that fatty with the false teeth from earlier in the day. Ted, O.J. and Catfish had been by the D.J. booth and I could tell they were theorizing about what might be happening in the bathroom with Daisy and Junior.

I have to admit I had been wondering what he may be doing with her in there and if she would let him! My mind ran wild with what had happened and my own experiences in the bathroom probably paled in comparison to the sexual tortures that Junior might think up.

I had my back turned to the D.J. booth when Ted snuck up behind me and smacked me hard on my ass to get my attention. “Ted’s sixth rule of being a slut – don’t be a butter face!” He was looking right at Cricket when he made his hurtful comment and she just grunted and rolled her eyes as he laughed at her.

“Hey Juicy Lucy,” Ted addressed me by one of the many nicknames he had given me. “How did Senior’s cock taste in your mouth?”

“Tasted like old-man penis, I guess Sir,” I wasn’t sure what Ted wanted me to say to the question – that it tasted like champagne?

“Jesus, when did you become such a smart-ass?” Ted chuckled. He was in a great mood now that we had won the bet.

“It’s my job to be a smart-ass, Sir,” I fired back with a healthy dose of humor in my tone. I could see that Ted was in a good mood – and I wasn’t afraid of the repercussions, even though his swat had stung my ass pretty good.

“Well, it should have tasted like fucking victory – it put us over the top of things – nice going,” Ted tussled my hair and showed what appeared to be genuine gratitude.

“I thought Lloyd was the one whose contribution saved the day, Sir?” I asked adding “How did Lloyd make ALL of that money?”

“LLOYD!!!” Ted summoned his step-son with a bellowing holler and Lloyd ran up from seemingly nowhere. Lloyd had on a pair of tight, faded blue jeans and nothing else. His hair was a little disheveled but the look really did a lot for him.

“Where the fuck were you just now?” Ted demanded to know.

“I was making money like you told me to do, Sir,” Lloyd smiled innocently. He often reminded me of Ashton Kutcher – not just because of his good looks and solid muscles and well-toned abs, but because of his goofy but mischievous manner.

“Making money doing what?” Ted sighed that he had to ask for further detail and wasn’t given any.

“Eating pussy, Sir,” Lloyd said with a grin. I noticed everyone chuckle and Delilah’s eyes literally lit up.

“You like eating pussy, do ya Sir?” she asked him with her sugary, sweet southern accent.

“You don’t have to call me Sir,” Lloyd looked down at his feet and grinned, “I am not one of the bosses in all of this.”

“You eat my pussy right and I’ll call you Sir, or anything else you want me to,” Delilah promised without a hint of hesitation.

“That how you earned all that money, Country Boy?” Ted abruptly interrupted Delilah. I assumed he would like her because she was cute, hot and super sweet, but he acted like she was something of a burden and just ignored her.

“He could if you would leave him alone and let him get back to it,” Terri came sashaying from around the corner dressed provocatively and smiling.

“You sure you weren’t just sucking a really, tiny cock, son?” Ted laughed when he assumed Lloyd had been with Terri.

“You really want to know what I have between my legs, don’t you Teddy?” Terri was undaunted by his jab and explained that Lloyd had left a woman waiting in her truck. She wagged a finger at him, “That is a no-no, shug.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud and so did Delilah.

“Turn around and pull your bikini bottoms down!” Ted told me “You know – I was about to say you were annoying me the least and cut you some slack, but I just realized you don’t have something up your butt.”

“Yeah, but you do, Sir,” I stuck my tongue out at him but turned around and pulled my bottoms down half-way so that my crack was exposed.

“Where is your finger?” he asked as he checked my thong for the tell-tale black rubber ring of the small dildo.

“I am not sure, sir,” I had set it down while I was making money and forgotten about it.

“Damn, I think you better find it,” Ted became his usual high and mighty, self-righteous self. “I don’t think you want to know what kind of punishment you are in for if you don’t.”

“Here, you can have mine!” Lloyd whipped down his jeans and reached between his muscular ass-cheeks and pulled out the smallish butt plug.

“You kept that in all day?” Ted was surprised as Lloyd offered it to me.

“That was the rules – wasn’t it?” Lloyd was in a hurry to get back to the woman in the truck – and he impatiently waited for me to take it.

“It has your butt-grease on it!” I could see a trace of brown on the finger-shaped plug. I wasn’t sure if I was starting to become the whiny brat that I portrayed, but I just reacted to what I saw.

“Oh My God, let me see it,” with her hands behind her back Delilah closed her bright blue eyes and wrapped her mouth around the butt plug like it was the most delicious candy-bar in the world. When she released it – it was shiny and clean. “All good,” she smiled.

I took the plug from Lloyd’s hand as he rushed off with a silly smile to the truck. I was left to turn around awkwardly and line up the plug myself – something I found easy to do as I packed it into my asshole with a wiggle.

“Do I get one of those fingers, Suh?” Delilah’s sweet sexy voice was like country buttermilk as she literally begged for the privilege of having a tiny electro-shock booty-plug of her “very own, oh my!”

She may have put too much Scarlet O’Hara spin on it for Ted to take her seriously, but he laughed and told her he liked her. “You might just get Ted’s whole dick instead of a finger – if you play your cards right!”

She put her hands on her cheeks as if to pantomime her joy at that – and it was clear she was teasing, but at the same time – not refusing him.

Ted turned her around and pulled her tiny bikini bottoms down. “That is a sweet little turd-cutter,” he inspected her shapely ass and rubbed her creamy thighs before smacking it. “I happen to have another, but it is a little bigger than the others,” he stated.

“If that’s all y’all got,” Delilah faced forward and smiled as she said, “It’ll have ta’ do.”

“I like your style,” he smiled as he fished through a cardboard box for the plug. It was purple and looked like an old school orange juicer with rivets for texture around the center.

“Oooh, hurry, hurry suh!” Delilah reminded me of an energetic Katy Perry singing and bouncing as she gently lifted her butt cheeks with one finger from each of her hands behind her back and waited.

“Do you want to get it wet with your mouth first?” Ted was being genuinely nice – something he never did with the rest of us. I guess this was how he ‘treated company’ – I found myself secretly laughing at that.

Delilah smiled like she knew what was coming and she liked it - she even licked her lips before responding to Ted.

“It’s up to you sir – if you want to go in dry, or grease up my back duh...” Delilah was about to finish talking when Ted forced the plug into her mouth to wet it and then plunged it in between her ass cheeks. Delilah grunted but stood stoically with her pants down and when Ted was all finished seating the plug she asked if she could pull them up, politely.

“Wah’ll,” she smugly but jokingly replied, as she pulled up the bottoms, “Y’all do know how to treat a lady around here – I guess this stays in until you say, Sir?”

“You sure are a fast learner, shug!” Ted was grinning and happy with himself as he smacked her on the butt playfully.

“So I am told, suh,” Delilah answered.

“What about me?” Cricket croaked out a mournful request to be included as well – as if she craved the attention.

“What about you?” Ted instantly stopped smiling and looked as if he was smelling dog shit. “Did you put crayon all over your face? You look ridiculous?”

“No, I didn’t Ted Sir,” Cricket rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue as she talked as if she couldn’t believe how stupid Ted was, “Delilah put it on me – to make me look beautiful!”

“I don’t think it’s working,” Ted chuckled and threw her a black dildo that was eight inches long, “See if you can get that in your ugly ass and keep it from falling out and come talk to me,” Ted said dismissively as he walked over to follow Terri. I heard him ask her to tell him how Lloyd earned all that money.

Delilah and I walked away from Cricket. The last I saw her she was bending over with her bikini bottoms around her ankles trying to jam a big black dildo up her ass while grunting and begging someone to help her.

“Should we help her?” I whispered to Delilah with a trace of mirth on my lips.

She giggled, “I am sure she will find a guy to help her get that plug up her ass.”

“You didn’t even flinch when Ted put that plug up your ass – how did you know it wouldn’t be HUGE?” I asked her when we were able to talk privately.

“I didn’t,” she laughed.