Chapter Eighty

It’s Hard Being A Bad Ass Motherfucker In A World Full Of Pussies.

Delilah and I continued to joke and talk as we wrapped up the day. It made the time pass and it was much easier to accept the degrading things we were doing. She seldom questioned anything and never hesitated to join right into what we were doing – like a natural fit. She would even change her personality to pretend to be a snotty rich girl just like me with only a trace of her accent showing.

Delilah didn’t adjust her butt plug, but she did pull her thong out and slide her finger down the entire length of the suit in front of a boy just to fuck with his head – once he saw the black plug in her ass he took off running.

“Not too many smart boys around here,” Delilah chuckled at how easily she had intimidated the kid.

“Ryan is smart,” I answered her. Ryan was running around dodging empty red solo cups being thrown at him by a bored Catfish and Ted. I heard Ted lament “It’s Hard Being A Bad Ass Motherfucker In A World Full Of Pussies,” he puffed out his chest. The more self-aggrandizing Ted was– the more Catfish agreed with him.

“I didn’t say I liked smart boys,” Delilah smiled devilishly, adding, “I do like smart girls though.” She let that sink in before asking a more ‘innocent’ question, “Why do they call you Juicy Lucy?”

I looked at her in my best imitation of how she doesn’t answer and just stares back at you as if you should already know the answer or shouldn’t have asked at all.

“Touche’,” she laughed gaily and tried to flag down a guy in a white jeep who was racing through the entrance of the trailer park.

“Why do they call you farty butt?” I finally found an opportunity to ask.

She started to look at me in that familiar, quiet way, where she wasn’t going to answer, and then she laughed and hung her head. “If you tell anybody – I will just strangle you in your sleep.”

PROFFRIRPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, she pooted a very loud and proud sort of Dixie rainbow fart and smiled broadly while she let it rip.

“Oh my god!” I laughed as she did it.

“Want me to do it again?” she dared.

“No, no!” I shook my head in amazement at her.

“Ever since we were little I used to grab my brothers’ faces and shove my ass right up there and let one rip. I could fart right on command – Daddy was so proud. He taught me.” She became silent and then laughed wistfully, “So when this new arrangement happened – the boys thought to call me that not to shame me, but out of reverence for my raw talent. They will laugh at anything that has to do with poop or farts.”

“They should totally meet my brother,” I giggled – remembering the awkward questions and things he made me do in the bathroom; and quietly weighing if I should share them with her or if she would think they were too weird.

“I should totally meet your brother,” Delilah had a smile that reminded me of a hungry shark when she let her guard down. “He seemed so puny and nerdy – but then every now and then he starts strutting around like King-Rooster.”

“I think he has a girlfriend,” I couldn’t decide if the girlfriend was really Angel and she was cheating on her current boyfriend or if it was that little dark-haired goth girl who had been around him all day.

“That never stopped anybody from just meeting,” Delilah stuck her finger in her mouth innocently and regarded me with a look of joyful mayhem.

That’s when we heard the Wrestler start jumping up and down and knew that Daisy had finally emerged from the Men’s bathroom. It had only been about twenty minutes, but it had seemed like quite a bit longer – we were all so curious.

“Daisy ‘Friggin Gaylord!” I heard the Wrestler shout it twice, and each time louder than the first, as she emerged from the Men’s bathroom behind Junior Gaylord.

“Whatcha gonna do when the power of Hulkamania runs wild on you! Brutha!” the Wrestler sounded like a hyper-coked out version of Chris Farley as he yelled excitedly – whooping it up.

Delilah and I were flagging down some cars when we saw everyone’s attention turn to the naked figure stumbling out of the bathroom that had been taken down a notch. She had her hands behind her back and was wearing only a black dog collar. Junior had her left tit in his hand and was leading her along as she looked down shamefully.

“I think you can write Fuck on the left tit and Pig on the right tit – but she has a gift for you first,” Junior led Daisy over to where Crystal was standing near my brother.

“No way am I kissing Crystal Danville!” Daisy squirmed as Junior tightly squeezed her fat and erect nipple between his fingers while looking right at Crystal. “I ate that cum as soon as you deposited it, sir!” She rethought how proudly she exclaimed her admission. “You all can’t keep me at this forever – I’ll fuck or suck whoever you want for the next 15 minutes but you don’t have time to punish me AND make me your whore, Sir!”

Daisy looked ashamed and embarrassed but elated that she had come up with a loophole in the strategy – time was definitely on her side and the chance to humiliate her was quickly fleeting. She could simply wait things out and play along and then she could put her clothes back on and carry on as she had – or walk away from this thing with her share of today’s profit.

Junior didn’t argue with her – he didn’t even look at her. He kept his vice-like grip on her tits as he asked my Aunt politely, “Do you have anything you could give Daisy?”

“I have some cum from that kind gentleman over there,” Crystal waved politely and smiled at an elderly man, “who was kind enough to deposit inside me when I cheated on my husband – to pay off my irresponsible debts, sir.”

My Aunt Crystal often reminded me of the actress Katey Segal and this time she definitely sounded like Leela from Futurama in how she apologized, but didn’t seem in the least bit sorry for “cheating” – since Ted made her do it.

“In your ass or twat?” Junior asked with very little concern of which one it was.

“No fucking way, Sir!” Daisy argued and clenched her jaw when he tightened his ham-fisted grip around her nipple, “You won’t get me to bet again either. I am not going to take a chance on extending this one minute further – once I am done, I want my money for today and I want Calgon to fucking take me away from this shithole!”

Ted came walking up counting money, “I think your take is about eight hundred,” he was licking his finger and counting each bill.

“Those dollars have been up these other girls asses, Ted,” Daisy said ruefully adding a reluctant but over-stated, “SUH-URRR!”

“Bend over,” Junior told her.

“Why, Sir?” Daisy looked alarmed.

“I said to bend over – now do it, or I will get S.S. to help you bend over, is that understood?” Junior’s tone was very serious and no longer the softly stated gentleman voice he usually used.

Daisy bent over and put her hands on her knees, “This isn’t fair – the other girls aren’t naked, Sir!”

“Fair is lemonade stands and Ferris wheels,” I found myself mocking Daisy’s concerns very easily. I used to always be sensitive and sympathetic but in her case – it just felt right. I thought it was clever I was using something Delilah had told me earlier too!

Delilah gave me a funny look and said nothing – but my comment amused everyone else.

“Oh Shut it, girly,” Daisy rolled her eyes as my Aunt began to write FUCK and PIG on her left and right tit in black marker. Daisy let her do it but winced the entire time as she stared down at her giant tits.

“You know Gaylord Fun Land might could use an attraction like this, if you think life is fair – you should see how rigged our games of chance are” Junior let Daisy’s nipple go and walked behind her as if to milk a cow. He stuck his finger into her pussy and wriggled her clit. Then he made her sniff, “Smells wet?”

“Yes Sir, but not because you turn me on!” Daisy insisted “I wish I was on my fucking period. If you want to play with my pussy – be my guest then. I won’t make a bet.”

If she was trying to gross Junior out so he would stop – it didn’t work. He continued as if she hadn’t said anything at all.

“Who is asking you to?” Junior quietly continued to play with her nipples. The pool area had pretty much cleared out, except for a few of the hard-core watchers that remained.

“I want to Titty Fuck her!” the Wrestler blurted out.

“God Dammit. Why, Sir?” Daisy squinted into the sun as she looked in the Wrestlers direction.

“You were so fucking hot in high school – wearing those tight ass jeans, and your tits like boulders tightly packed into a catapult ready to be shot out when your bra-stap flew off – god damn, Daisy Friggin Gaylord!” he waved around some money.

“I am not hot anymore,” Daisy tried to sound conservative adding, “I am married and have three... I mean four kids! You could have any one of these hot little numbers strutting around here – why don’t you titty fuck one of them, Sir?”

Junior stomped hard on Daisy’s foot with his work boots.

“OWWW!! What was that for, Sir?” Daisy turned beet red – she knew she had crossed a line but Junior didn’t answer. He just kept standing behind playing with her pussy.

“You can go next,” Ted promised the wrestler. “Pussy boy – you like assholes, you want to cum on my sister’s asshole while the Wrestler titty fucks her?”

“You want me to do it right here or in the bathroom, Sir?” Ryan promptly replied with a smile. He had finished the day of self-induced punishment and was still going strong.

“Well, what about it Daisy – you want to make a bet and I’ll letcha out of this predicament you find yourself in now?” Ted offered her an opportunity out of it.

“Fuck you Sir,” Daisy accepted the pinch she must have received from Junior with an agonized expression. She was so insistent on not participating – yet there she stood naked in the center of the pool area like I had an hour ago.

“Fuck it, there isn’t anyone here,” Ted told the two men to have at it – here and now.

“Hold off,” Junior said with just the tip of his eyes peering over Daisy’s bare back. He wasn’t finished and had his hand extended past the wrist into her pussy as if trying to find something. It was very surreal watching this man fist her while trying to hold a conversation with her.

Daisy for her part made pained and awkward faces, squirmed and seemed uncomfortable while her nipples remained rock hard and quivered as she answered him. She didn’t sound the least bit submissive in her tone of voice and I was somewhat surprised she had actually kept her word this far.

I could see the yellow Tweety bird tattoo by Daisy’s crotch actually move, as if it were trying to run INTO the big, thick, black bush between her legs and hide as her hips gyrated in front of us. Her nipples became massively elongated and stiffened.

“Like two little cocks!” Junior observed of the enormous, budding red nipples atop Daisy’s massive tits.

As happened often, a truck peeled rubber through the entrance of the trailer park and all the girls in our group hooped and hollered at them instinctively. I don’t think he could see Daisy was fully naked as he streaked through the park but he didn’t slow down, he just honked furiously in response..

There was music playing on the speakers – a nice pop song that was easy to bounce around to and Delilah and I found ourselves moving our hips along to the music.

Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away

Beating like a drum and it's coming your way

Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?

You got that super bass

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Yeah, that's the super bass

“You know this song?” I laughed my question.

“Yeah, I know my Aunt acts like she is from 1852 but I promise you – I know who Nicki Minaj is,” Delilah giggled.

Ted was trying to convince Daisy that now was a good time to double down on the bet.

“No, no, no,” she shook her head, “I won’t take a bet to see who can hold the most water in her mouth, or up her ass. I won’t take a bet to wrestle any of these fucking whores, even though I could kick their asses with my hands tied behind my back, I won’t take a bet to see who can fuck the most dicks, I won’t take a bet to see who gives the best, most epic blowjob; but you can ask Junior – I suck a good dick!”

“Why should I ask?” Ted sneered and grabbed his crotch, “I can make you suck it right here.”

“I said I am a good dick sucker,” Daisy fired right back arrogantly, “We’d have to be able to FIND yours first though, Sir.”

Junior must have twisted his arm – which was now well into Daisy’s pussy up to the mid-forearm, because she cried out and yelped, “I called him SIR!!”

“I know god-damn it,” he pulled his arm back out and stood up – shaking his head. His arm was slick and wet from her pussy as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

“If you want me to titty fuck her, gimmie a 'hell yeah!!!” The Wrestler was almost literally chomping at the bit – if there had been a bit in his mouth I am sure he would have chomped it in half. He was intensely waiting his turn.

“Go ahead and whip your dick out and titty fuck her, I’ve got to do the asshole next,” Junior answered him, politely adding, “Ryan, jerk off in her hair or something.”

“Yes, Uncle Gaylord, Sir,” Ryan answered dutifully and pulled his cock out in front of us and started getting it hard – without a trace of shame.

“Never call me that again, Ryan,” Junior answered him in the most deadpan manner as Daisy started to raise up nervously protesting “No, no, no, you guys can’t do this to me – now this is just too much – it’s indecent and not necessary.”

S.S. was standing ominously right where she could see him. She didn’t move – she could have ran away just like Savannah tried the previous night but instead she tried bargaining “At least grease up your fingers, Sir! I don’t have a totally loose asshole like the rest of these whores”

“Is her asshole tight?” I think Ted would have laughed in his sister’s face while he chuckling no matter what the answer was and it was priceless to watch. If looks could kill we would have all been dead.

“It sure is,” Junior answered with the hint of wry grin forming on his face.

“Tight just the way family should be! Ted’s joke actually made us laugh – the levity we needed. He rolled his finger to make a tight opening and tried to pass a finger through it but made it so tight he couldn’t to illustrate his point.

“Fine, fine,” Junior was willing to accommodate Daisy’s request to grease up his fingers first “Crystal I am sure you wouldn’t mind licking my fingers so that I can have a look up my Neice’s poop-chute?”

“I wouldn’t mind either, Suh” Delilah offered hungrily in her sexy accent.

“The Waxerman girl? I like your moxie – Daisy, could learn a lot from you. What is your name, Sweetheart?” from Junior’s smile there was no doubt he had changed his mind and was offering his fingers to my new friend.

I noticed a flash of jealousy and anger in Crystal’s eyes –or maybe I was reading too much into it. My Aunt quickly smiled and returned to standing behind Ted to watch the debacle as Delilah dipped low and took each finger one at a time to the base.

“That’s fine one hand will do,” Junior thanked her.

“I am Delilah, Suh – and it was my pleasure to serve you obediently like a good little slut.” Delilah sounded innocent and sweet but her eyes flashed with a devious wickedness that was far less evil and far more wanton and lusty – as if she really wanted Junior to do what he was doing to Daisy to her.

I had seen Crystal and Savannah pretend to be horny but this was something different and I would try to remember the look on Delilah’s face. It was hungry for sex but playful and yet wicked at the same time – like she couldn’t wait for a little bit more.

Junior ignored her and returned to his position behind Daisy and began to work a single finger into Daisy’s ass – masturbating it back and forth to open it up. “You could forge diamonds with a lump of coal in this fucking thing!”

“You keep playing with my ass hole and I may just drop a lump of coal, Sir!” Daisy’s wickedness wasn’t playful or horny – it was just mean and bitchy. Yet, there was something sassy and sexy about that as well – just in a different way than Delilah’s had been.

Her Uncle Junior was unphased by her threats to poop on his finger and I was almost positive that they were made just to convince him to stop playing with her ass. “I was fingering girl’s cunts and asses before you were a twinkle in your father’s eyes – so don’t think I don’t know there may be peanut butter in the jar.”

Junior told her that she better think twice about that and told Ted that he better make sure “You let these girls drop a load and get cleaned out before you let people play with their asses – people don’t like brown eye!”

“Yes sir,” Ted answered and swallowed. I could tell he wished he had said that differently or had something clever to answer his Uncle with but his moment to answer had passed.

“Now, you lost a bet and Daisy, I don’t have to tell you how disappointed I am that you aren’t being a good sport about losing. If Senior found out about it, he’d probably disown you,” Junior was working two fingers into Daisy’s very tight asshole while he talked to her. “Can you reach behind yourself and pull your ass cheeks apart, please?”

Daisy was holding herself up with her hands bracing her weight on her thighs. It took her great effort but she complied with his order and pulled her ass cheeks apart. “You don’t want to know what I ate for lunch, Junior Sir – it’s going to be gross back there.”

“Now don’t you go calling me Junior – you aren’t on a first name basis with me right now, you understand?” he instructed her with a strict tone in his inflection.

“Yes Sir,” she admitted.

(You got that super bass)

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

He got that super bass

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

He got that super bass

It seemed as if even Daisy were unable to resist the beat of the song as she accidentally rocked backwards slightly on her hips into Junior’s fingers

“Now, you don’t want to take any of Ted’s bets and I don’t blame you,” Junior told her as he tried to work a third finger into her asshole. We were all watching and I knew exactly how it felt to be the center of attention like this.

“Exactly sir,” Daisy told him, “Senior may be upset with me for not wanting to do the bet, but he’ll be even more upset with me for running the family name through the mud by standing out here like this with my ass hanging out, Sir! There is no fucking way, no fucking how, no kind of bet that is going to get me to do one second more of this. I absolutely cannot see a fucking minute longer of it – and nothing, no matter how much money you offer me, you could offer me a bag of cocaine, a yacht, a million dollars! I wouldn’t...”

“You can run the Buckman,” Junior said very flatly.

There was a pause and Daisy asked timidly, “What, sir?”

“I just told you, bitch. If you win the bet I have for you – then you will take my job and run the Buckman.”

“Run it, or own it, Sir?” she asked politely – swallowing as he stuck a fourth finger into her asshole.

“There is a difference?” he smirked and reminded her that in the fifteen years he held the job he has built up a very substantial fortune and wanted to retire some place far away. “This was just a little trailer park, but it’s gobbled up literally thousands of trailers. You collect the rent, you cash the checks, and as long as you don’t cross Senior and he gets what is FAIR, then the rest is yours.”

“That is all I have to do?” Daisy seemed skeptical. She was looking down her nose at the Wrestler who was furiously fucking his cock between her tits with the most awkward smile on his face. My “boyfriend” Ryan was jerking himself off over Daisy’s hair but she didn’t even notice him as he stood there with his speedo trunks pulled down.

“You will have Odd-Jobs to handle all the complaints and people who pay late, and he has uh...” Junior nodded towards S.S. “people who can make complaints go away and people pay on time.” He insisted she hold still and stop bucking her hips.

“I am sorry Sir,” Daisy seemed calmer “I am not used to anything THAT big up my ass.”

Savannah laughed “That’s because you have had a stick up it for so long!” and we all chuckled along with it. Daisy stared evilly up at her, as if writing herself an imaginary note to get her revenge for that insult while two men tried to cum on her face, hair and tits in the front and one tried and succeeded to penetrate her entire asshole with his fist.

“If I do nothing,” Daisy conceded politely, “it will come down to Ted or me when you retire anyway – so I still have a 50/50 chance of getting the job.”

“You have a zero percent chance of getting the job; because I will make SURE Ted gets it and with my blessing and help, no questions asked if you don’t at least hear this bet.”

“You are bluffing,” Daisy tried to look over her shoulder at Junior and stare him down, but Junior twisted his hand so that he could pivot his wrist into her asshole and she grunted and looked forward again.

“Oh My God, am I cumming?” the Wrestler seemed confused at first until he realized what was happening. When Junior twisted his hand Daisy’s giant nipples throbbed and a tiny amount of yellow cream oozed out of them.

“I fucking lactate – okay, Sir?” Daisy sighed as if this was no big deal, but the look on her face said she was very embarrassed.

“Whoo-hoo, Milk – it does a body good, Brutha!!” the Wrestler slapped his hand onto the milky nipple and then tasted it. He didn’t seem to like it, but he kept doing it over and over and acting like he liked it more and more each time.

“Okay, okay – the bet, Sir?” Daisy was reluctant but willing to hear it out. She may not have wanted to take the job, but it seemed she definitely didn’t want Ted to have it simply because she didn’t listen to the bet.

“All you have to do is continue on as a good slut the way Crystal and these other girls acted all weekend,” Junior began the bet while Daisy repeated the word no over and over in succession.

He talked right over her objections adding “You earn 25,000 dollars as a team in the next two days and prove to me this is something that is worthwhile and not luck,” Junior said while Daisy repeated the word no emphatically.

“What would my kids think? What would Maw-Maw think? What would Bill think?” Daisy’s protests might have seemed reasonable and pragmatic if she weren’t naked and bent over with a hand in her ass, and two hard dicks near her face.

“What does it matter what they think? You don’t tell them shit about the bet – and on Monday, I’ll give you the job as my replacement, stand up for you with Senior and tell him you did all these nasty things because you were willing to do anything for that job – whatever it takes.”

Daisy repeated the words “Whatever it takes,” as if it were some Gaylord Family motto.

“How about next weekend?” Daisy couldn’t help but notice that Ryan was cumming furiously now all over her hair and on her ear. She snarled but let him drip his white, thick cum all in her hair; and when he was spent slowly slunk away and pulled his tiny swimming trunks back up.

“Procrastinating has always been a problem on your side of the family,” Junior had his wrist past her sphincter and was feeling around inside of her as she grunted. Milk was starting to spurt more frequently from her tits and the Wrestler lapped it up from where his hand was helping squeeze it out and pantomimed an overly excited face like he couldn’t get enough of what was coming out of her, while he thrust his dick in and out of her tits. The milk was obviously making it much easier for him to drive his cock between the watermelon sized tits.

“Maw-Maw will take one look at me when I walk up to the trailer and tell me to stop and get dressed! She will never allow our name to be tarnished this way, Sir!” Daisy insisted.

“That will be the second part of the bet then,” Junior patiently outlined how if Maw-Maw put a stop to the bet at any time before Sunday at Midnight it was over and she wins. “You can’t tell Bill, your kids, or Maw-Maw,” he added while rolling his eyes, “or leave a note – if she finds you are doing this to win the Buckman then Ted wins.”

“Ted? This is a bet between you and I, Sir!” Daisy had gone from absently not betting, to listening to the details, to negotiating the stipulations in a matter of minutes.

“Ted has a stake in this because, guess what, Ted,” Junior laughed and added “If Daisy wins, not only is she your new landlord, but you work for her – do you know what your job is?” Junior was asking rhetorically and nodded, “That’s right, it’s anything Daisy wants it to be – so if she wants this little circus to happen seven days a week, and she wants you to staff it – then you will work it and you and your family will take whatever role she dreams up for you – is that understood?”

“So if Maw-Maw finds out then I win?” Ted asked with a confused expression.

“Boy, I am going to have your skin peeled off your hide if you don’t learn to listen to me,” Junior had the better part of his forearm lodged up Daisy’s anus. She looked like she was holding back an orgasm – I know that face well. She couldn’t contain or control the sprinkles of milk that dotted her nipples and streamed down her heaving chest.

“Would you hurry up and cum, please Sir?” Daisy asked the Wrestler with a subdued, polite but impatient roll of her eyes.

“Oooh, Daisy Friggin’ Gaylord wants me to cum!” the Wrestler raised his fist in the air and pumped it hard while shouting, “I am a Limousine ridin, jet flyin, kiss stealin, wheelin, dealin, stylin & profilin son of a gun!"

“You need to do a much better job of encouraging your customer’s to cum,” Junior clarified that Daisy needed to open her mouth and try to finish him with her tongue.

“I thought we were supposed to be wise-asses and reluctant, Sir!” Daisy pretended innocently that her sour behavior was all for show as she opened her mouth and licked the Wrestler’s cock each time it came close to her face through her “big old titties! WOOH!”

“Look, it is very simple,” Junior explained the bet to everyone again. Maw-Maw, Bill and the Kids are not to be told either of you can win the Buckman. You can tell her Daisy has to participate until Sunday. If Maw-Maw puts the brakes on it – the bet is over and Daisy wins and Daisy doesn’t have to participate.

If on Sunday, Daisy has helped the family earn 25,000 then she gets her share of the earnings and more importantly, the Buckman. She also gets to extend these games as long as she likes and Ted has to take any role she wants for him.

“Catfish as well?” Daisy clarified while clenching her eyes shut in pain as Junior drove his arm as far into her ass as I thought it could go.

“What did I do wrong?” Catfish looked up and smiled. He didn’t seem too overly concerned about it, until Junior nodded that he too would be whatever Daisy decided he would be.

“How long does this last?” Ted was the nervous one now.

“A year!” Daisy demanded “You work for ME for ONE year – all of you sunavabitches will get this treatment, oh gack, gack,” she sputtered as the Wrestler screamed a war cry and delivered a spray of cum across her face and into her mouth.

Ted was asking if the year included this week already, or if it starts after the bet is over; but Daisy didn’t hear him because she was being peppered with the Wrestlers jizz. “It's For Your Own Good..!!!!!” the Wrestler hopped away from her and put his cock back into his sweatpants. He looked happy and spent, but energized – which is not like most men after they cum.

“One year from today, on this day,” Daisy chewed her lip. “You can’t fuck me, you can’t butt fuck me, you can’t even titty fuck me and no kissing or making out with your slut wife either!” Daisy added.

“What about blow jobs though,” Ted smiled.

“Now you are just being absurd,” Daisy might have looked serious if she didn’t have a gob of man-goo hanging from her nose as she said it. “Your dick doesn’t go in or on me,” she clarified.

“Then we have a deal?” Ted asked her.

“And I can quit any time I want and end the bet,” Daisy added another stipulation and was quickly shot down.

“Not very likely,” Junior told her and added, “How can we trust that you won’t just quit if the bet isn’t going your way? You are going to work for Ted for one year if he wins the bet – how do I know you will keep your word?”

“Work for him? As this??” Daisy obviously had no problem with Ted being indentured to her – but not as his employee.

“No, I might just let you be head asshole at the proctology office” Ted was being sarcastic but clarified “Yes, as a whore and I will make sure you get a fair share of the profits –always. You’ll be rich by the end of the year, Sis!”

“I don’t just have my hand up your ass because I want you to be my ventriloquist dummy – how do we know we have your word?”

“You can always trust the word of a Gaylord, Sir!” Daisy insisted.

“On my side of the family, that would be true...” Junior started to pull his arm out, “Care to explain what this is?” he held out some poop-covered money. There was silence until we all started to giggle.

“You people just got stolen from! Your money – the money you earned, sweated for today – was taken from you. You best not giggle!” Junior’s sobering comment stopped the giggling. I don’t think anyone was mad in part because no one was surprised that Daisy would steal from us. It would be like expecting the Swiper on Dora the Explorer not to swipe!

Daisy tried to pretend she had no idea how the money got in there. She could tell no one believed she wouldn’t have noticed money being crammed up her ass. Junior didn’t have to say a word because she started to spin a story about how that was in there from an emergency drug deal that she tried to stop Bill from doing. “I stuck his money up there so he would never find it and save his life from Crystal Meth addiction!” she cried.

“Sniff this shit,” Junior held the crappy money under her cum-soaked nose and told her it was fresh. “You were stealing – now, there is your reason for being busted you can tell Maw-Maw. You stole from everyone else. You WILL tell her you stole – and you agreed to take the role of one of the other girls for the entire weekend! All you have to do is make your case to her when you get home. You can cry your crocodile tears, make your excuses, beg, whine, all you want to her that you stole it for a good reason, or that you didn’t know it was up that extra tight asshole of yours – and if she believes your bullshit that’s her business. If Maw-Maw tells you to stop then you’ve won the bet right then and can stop. Your ability to bullshit that woman will get you the entire Buckman with minimal effort - You don’t even have to finish the weekend – I can’t make it any god-damned simpler.”

Daisy’s eyes were watering up but I suspected those too were fake tears as she agreed to the bet stating, “What choice do I have, really?”

“You have a lot of choices – if either of you get caught stealing you automatically lose the bet, and you add a year on to this little game you are going to play with each other. Is that understood?”

“Choice? This bitch stole from us!” Ted glared angrily but it was obvious to me that he was blustering and it was just sanctimonious reasoning.

It must have been obvious to Junior because he ignored Ted completely. “I am not going to ask you to apologize – I am not going to tell you not to do it again because I know you are a liar and a thief. I am going to give you a chance, and one chance only for redemption. If you want this job and your inheritance you will take it.”

“Fuck that! I want to make her apologize!” Ted insisted getting angrier in part because he was ignored.

“Well, Teddy I suggest you make her do that outside your trailer today when Maw-Maw can hear because if Maw-Maw thinks her little angel is being treated unfairly, she is going to put a stop to things and you are going to be Daisy’s little bitch. I didn’t want to say anything but since you opened your mouth – You son, are a liar, a bullshit artist and a lazy, good for nothing blight on the family name. You were spoiled and given everything you ever had and then you didn’t want to work. Frankly, I don’t think either of you deserve it but if given a choice between swallowing two turds, I’ll take the smallest one.”

“Damn! You didn’t have to say it like that!” Ted’s false bravado melted away and he dropped all pretense of being offended Daisy stole from us. He let Ted finish his bet.

“Now Daisy, We can stand here all fucking day while you make up your mind, but once you give your answer that is it. I don’t want to hear anything about you trying to quit – if you play by MY rules, you are his bitch for the entire weekend. There is no getting around that. He can’t put his dick anywhere inside you – I’ll concede that. He is going to treat you like Crystal though in everything else – you understand?”

Daisy had this ansy look on her face like she didn’t want to answer and she just wanted to blast off into outer space and never return. “Why are you doing me this way, Sir?”

“You know damned fucking well that you are where you are because you put yourself there. You ran out of people to sponge off, and wore out your welcome with every decent friend and family member and finally had to go to Ted’s house to take from them and wear out your welcome there. You are running out of places to go, and frankly, I don’t think a weekend of shame and humiliation is going to kill you. It is going to do you some good!”

“There is a chance if Maw-Maw tells me to put on my clothes I won’t have to do it all though!” Daisy brightened.

Junior smacked her on the ass “You keep on stalling and I will take that off the table – do we have a deal or do I let you go home, collect the cash you made today and move out of Ted’s trailer on to the street where you belong? There is a motel I know you could work.”

“Okay, okay, sir” Daisy straightened her back to stand up and consider the offer being made.

“I didn’t tell you to stop bending over,” Junior smacked her ass hard and Daisy returned to her earlier bent over position instinctively. “Do you have any other questions or concerns, or can we pack this shit up and march you home?”

“Can we call a truce at night?” Daisy asked for leniency at night and once again invoked her precious and “impressionable kids” as reason for wanting to be given some time-out power at night when they got home.

“You wouldn’t give Ted a night off would you?” Junior didn’t need to wait for an answer from Daisy to see that she wouldn’t. “You agree to the bet or not? You’ll sleep where Ted tells you to sleep and how he tells you to sleep and with WHO he tells you to sleep.”

“I just don’t know what I will tell my kids. I mean what kind of example am I setting? Can I sleep with the door shut?”

“Tell you what I will do,” Junior was clearly the broker of the deal here and he was free to make as many stipulations as he wanted, but I didn’t expect him to call my name “Ellen?”

“Huh? What? Sir?” I stumbled over my words as I began panicking that my name was being brought up.

“Relax, relax, someone else is going to check your ass, but I know you wouldn’t steal from a Gaylord,” he thought I was nervous about that and was taunting me.

“No, it’s not that at all,” I tried to clarify but got all tongue tied.

“Ellen, Ellen,” he stopped me from stammering and said he was just going to ask me about the deal we had if I won the bet.

“If my mom or dad come home, I get to wear clothes and her kids can’t mess with me at all,” I knew that stipulation and it flew right off my tongue.

“Right,” Junior said that when my mom and dad come, we get to call a hault, “You’ll act normally. You can tell Maw-Maw, and the kids, and Bill that I told you to keep things PG-13 when they are there – and that includes with Daisy.”

“That’s it?” Daisy looked like she had been cheated, “What if my kids mess with ME!”

“They will,” Junior laughed, “and you will let them, and do whatever they tell you to do, unless Ted tells you that you don’t have too.”

“All fucking weekend, Sir?” Daisy had just barely stuck to her protocol as she winced at the thought of what his order entailed.

“All fucking year if you lose this bet,” Junior smiled. “It will be like God damned, Christmas, Easter and Chinese New Year every day for them with all the money you will be saving up and the fact you will pick up and do whatever they want of you.”

“They will be spoiled!” Daisy argued. If Daisy really cared about the welfare of her kids – it was a strange time for her to start saying so now.

“They ARE spoiled brats now,” Junior looked her in the eye and let her stand up, “You’ll just have the money finally to back that up and do it right – for whatever you want to spend it on.” adding that if she wins or loses the bet she is going to have more money than she knows what to do with “If you lose, you will just have to work a LOT harder to earn it than if you won the Buckman Manager Title.”