Family Feud IV

The Family Feud IV

Chapter Twenty-One

Joke Em’ if they can’t take a Fuck

**Note to reader: The story returns to the normal narrative voice

CASH EARNINGS TUESDAY

WENDY: $120

JAMIE: $270

Wendy let the screen door close as she walked out into the parking lot with a used but dry condom in her mouth.

Her daughter was in the cabin on the bed with a strange man and she could hear her daughter’s effervescent giggles as she walked out. They had a job to do but it didn’t make what she was feeling any easier. Wendy wondered if Jamie was acting the part of the playful giggly teen or she really was enjoying this – or if Jamie even knew herself, what she was doing.

Wendy had been humiliated and punished for two weeks now on a consistent basis but she was having new feelings that were gnawing at her. That coupled with hunger and exhaustion was taking their toll on her self-esteem.

Her daughter and Maya had found it easy to hop into a car without any negotiation and find a trick. Jamie seemed to be taking to their mission to make money more easily than Wendy had hoped. She felt guilty that she was having these thoughts – would it really be easier if Jamie were scared and shocked by what they were doing?

She knew it was for the best if her daughter let her positive attitude carry her through this experience, but at the same time Wendy thought, “The slut doesn’t have to be SO happy about it.” She smirked because she was half-teasing when she thought about her daughter.

She was walking towards the lit Office window where Rahjid and his wife observe their parking lot like hawks. They are nosy and anal-retentive so they would have seen Wendy’s client walking off. Wendy had felt a new form of humiliation with that man as he awkwardly prodded and poked her most private places with his fingers. He had only paid twenty dollars for her best blowjob and the fact that he didn’t even think that was a bargain had only made her try to give an even better BJ.

She didn’t want to admit to herself that not only had she been turned on by the experience- but something about how indifferent he was to her had given her a sexual charge. She thought about when Bill and Chris had left her standing naked on the chair in the living room and treated her as if she wasn’t there and wondered if on some level that hadn’t been what was happening to her.

“God, I am so disgusting.” Wendy admitted to herself but quickly turned her thoughts to how ‘fat-assy’ she felt right now. She had great tits, a pretty face and had worked out almost obsessively before the training began – she was by anyone’s definition of “MILF” – A MILF. She had been told Stifler’s mom had nothing on her when it came to hot moms and even though she hadn’t seen the “American Pie” movie series –even she got that reference.

However, right now at this moment, she was feeling particularly ugly. It wasn’t just the tacky trailer park clothes that didn’t match. She had seen the other girls jump into cars without any effort and yet she had to really work to get this one trick to let her suck his dick and he was nothing but a bum. There was Ronnie – who was standing in the corner like a spider in her web waiting to catch a fly. However, the fact that Ronnie’s face when you got close to her was so unattractive it only made Wendy feel like maybe hers was just as harsh and rough.

Wendy would have time for self-loathing and doubt later – she had to turn in her money and condom. “Hello Sir, Twenty Dollars.” she slid the money through a small opening under the thick plated glass Rahjid was behind.

“Condom please?” Rahjid asked in a businesslike manner.

Wendy took it from her mouth and placed it like chewing gum one has to spit out into a napkin in front of her teacher onto the twenty dollar bill.

“There is no cum in the condom?” Rahjid asked curiously.

“No Sir” Wendy looked out into the darkness of the parking lot for her son and husband as if hoping for their intervention. She had no illusion they would stop the punishment but at least administer it fairly to match the size of her infraction. She wondered if they were at least watching the parking lot for signs of trouble – but she imagined they were at a Hooter’s some place enjoying wings and nachos trusting Rahjid to handle his business like he did every night.

“I accidentally swallowed the cum when I was peeling off the condom with my mouth,” Wendy said when she realized Rahjid was waiting for an answer. Chris and Bill liked to make the girls talk explicitly in their affirmations and not just say ‘Yes Sir’ and ‘No Sir’, but she hadn’t thought that would extend to Rahjid as well.

“Accidental?” his facial expression never changing.

“Okay Sir, I drank the cum because I was hungry, I am sorry I only intended to drink a little.” As soon as Wendy admitted the truth and heard her own voice saying it – she felt a new wave of humiliation wash over her. Had she sunk this low? Would she sink lower? The answer was yes on both counts.

“Meal break is not for four hours, you are already complaining of being hungry?” Rahjid replied in a surly manner while looking at his wife who returned his gaze with condemnation for Wendy.

“Yes Sir, I suppose I broke a rule and you will punish me?” Wendy wanted to hurry it up so she could get back to making money and maybe catch up to her daughter. “Shall I come inside for ten swats of the cashew branch?”

“No, your sweaty ass will only put its stench upon my family heirloom.” He talked to his wife in Hindee while they discussed Wendy’s punishment. He pulled out two thick rubber cords from his drawer and handed them through the window while pulling in the twenty. “Put these on,” he said.

“Where Sir?” Wendy said with confusion.

“Right here.” Rahjid said as if that should be obvious – but completely missing her question.

“I mean what do I do with them, Sir?” Wendy asked meekly.

“You put them around your giant American knockers,” Rahjid cracked a smile with a hint of sadistic delight.

Wendy lifted her half-shirt obediently and tried fruitlessly to roll the first one over her engorged nipples.

“No, you are dumber than most American women.” Rahjid spoke to his wife rapidly and in moments she stepped outside draped in her orange Sari. She took the first looped cord from Wendy and then unsnapped it so she could wrap it around the base of her tits before snapping it back. Wendy instantly felt the bite of it but she didn’t want to give Rahjid’s wife the satisfaction of seeing Wendy express discomfort.

“I can do the other one Ma’am.” Wendy sucked in her breath, while attempting to unsnap the other cord. Rahjid’s wife smiled at her like she would an uppity child who thought they knew how to open a tamper proof bottle but couldn’t. His wife applied the second ring to Wendy’s other boob and it was only a few moments before Wendy felt like the blood-flow was slowing down.

Despite Wendy’s effort to mask her discomfort out of prideful stubbornness – the Indian couple could see it in her eyes and they were satisfied.

“You earn 300 dollars without gobbling all the cum, and they can come off, otherwise you have purple tits until morning.” Rahjid sounded outright cruel.

“What will I tell customers, Sir?” Wendy asked with a trace of a pout.

“You will say when you earn 300 dollars you can take it off, and if they care enough to ask, would they like to fuck you enough to earn it all.” Rahjid spoke dismissively while his wife returned into their little office. “Now stop standing there and get back to the work you are doing.”

“Thank you sir.” Wendy had developed a small tear in her eye – she couldn’t tell if it was from emotional exhaustion, the weight of this experience or the new sensation of blood flow restriction happening in her tits.

Wendy had been a strong, modern woman who was fierce and independent. The bitter realization that had been setting in, of her becoming not only a dirty little whore but that she was enjoying it on some level, was making her very conflicted. She felt embarrassed she was even admitting these things to herself. The question was, could she admit them to Jamie or at her affirmations?

Wendy had more pressing things on her mind than trying to process all the ways she had been altered by this experience. She needed to find someone who was willing to pay to fuck her and the way she felt right now – she wondered how anyone would want too while she walked up and down the sidewalk.

Traffic on the road had picked up from earlier but there will still only a handful of cars at any one time. These could just as easily be people on their way to one of the liquor stores, adult book stores, bars or pawn shops whose neon signs were lighting up the Avenue.

Wendy was reminded of her night at the County fair with her son walking her down the midway – all the lights and crowds bumping into her. She had felt humiliated but with each leering glance and ‘accidental’ elbow into her boobs from a passerby who had only made it seem like an accident – she had felt ‘sexy’ and ‘wanted’. The fact that cars seldom slowed down to get a good look at her was hurting her in a new way.

“Speaking of new ways to hurt me, fuck this rubber band thing hurts.” Wendy rolled the rubber band around the base of her tits a little – she was already feeling it restrict blood flow and rolling it alleviated that somewhat. Wendy licked her lips – tasting the sweet taste of cheap waxy lipstick mixed with the sour, acrid flavor of cum.

She adjusted her tits slightly and wondered if that little bit of cum had been worth such a painful punishment. A thought flitted through her head – “Had I purposely got myself punished to get a little validation and attention?”

She quickly buried that thought. “I’m not that twisted.” from whichever side of her subconscious was playing devil’s advocate proposed that response. Her mind flashed back to the mental images and flavors of Jamie’s pussy juices dripping down her son’s dick as if to offer a silent ‘Actually you kind of are that twisted’.

Wendy would have to put aside her questions – she saw that Maya was stepping out of a different car from the truck she had hopped into only a few minutes before. She gave a playful goodbye to a very satisfied Mexican man before walking away with the grace of Vivien Leigh stepping into a fancy ball in Gone with the Wind.

Wendy admired her beauty but couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy rising in her – ‘if only I could get a little of her mojo’ she thought to herself. Wendy was about to talk to her as they crossed paths on the sidewalk when a small green Chevette pulled up to the curb.

“Oh no honey, you have to be THIS tall to ride this ride.” Maya instantly recognized the driver and held her hand flat over her crotch. Wendy could tell he was a midget “Or do they like to be called Dwarves?” she wondered.

“Please baby, I’ve got fifty bucks!” the child-like voice of the man in the driver’s seat pleaded.

“Hah, fifty bucks wouldn’t get you the sweat from my tits, honey.” Maya’s rebuff had a playful gaiety to it while also remaining somewhat demure and aloof – as if she were simply above any pettiness. Wendy had to admit it was a perfect balance of blunt and sexy. Wendy thought back to the price list she had been given and wondered if Maya followed it or was just saying that fifty wasn’t enough as a negotiation tactic.

“You can probably fuck my sister here, she is new to the streets” Maya saw Wendy shyly standing a few feet away and beckoned her over like she was going to introduce a debutante at a cotillion. Wendy’s jealousy diminished a little now that she was introduced as a ‘sister’ of the streets – the acceptance of Maya meant something to her on some level.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Wendy excused herself for eaves-dropping but then felt a little foolish since Maya didn’t seem to mind her being there anyway.

“Brand new? I saw this bitch here before,” the midget said skeptically.

“Yes Sir, I was here a few weeks ago but this is my second night” Wendy peeked into the window at the little man. He didn’t seem to like her making eye contact with him and he looked down.

“You ever fuck a midget?” he asked Wendy.

“No sir, but there is a first time for everything.”

“Twenty bucks, no condom?” he said.

“I have to use a condom, and I can give you a first class BJ for twenty Sir?” Wendy said with some trepidation and nervousness. The little man drank in her nervousness – there was something very attractive to him about Wendy’s low self-esteem and vulnerability but he didn’t let on.

“You will like this one, she is really sweet, so is her daughter” Maya’s compliment was genuine without a trace of sarcasm and now Wendy felt a little petty for having been jealous of her earlier.

“Shit, I should just fuck the daughter then,” the man said.

“She is in our cabin with someone else, but I promise, I’ll treat you really well Sir.” Wendy instantly regretted sounding so corny. She had wanted to say something sexy and only managed an awkward come-on.

“Can I fuck you both at the same time?” the man had been cold and businesslike earlier but on this question he could not contain his excitement at the prospect of fucking a mother and daughter team.

“I think for a hundred we could both suck your dick and maybe fuck you?” Wendy sounded very unsure of herself and the price she was asking – she knew the price list but she didn’t feel comfortable setting up a date for her daughter as well.

“Fuck, this better not be bullshit. Get in, we’ll go to the ATM”, he had dark brown hair and a scruffy three-day growth of beard on a head that was simply way too large for his body.

“I should leave you two love birds alone.” Maya politely sashayed away and it didn’t take long for her to end up in another car a little further down the sidewalk.

Wendy sat on the leather seats and found herself scrunched in because the seat was pulled all the way forward. “They call me Mini-Me, because I’m..” he became distracted while driving.

“A midget, Sir?” Wendy finished his statement for him.

“Hell no, you can’t say that word, only we can. It’s like the n-word for blacks!!” Mini-me was serious but he wasn’t offended. He was used to being teased for his height but at the same time he had a chip on his shoulder over it. “I figure make fun of yourself, and that takes all the fun out of it for all the assholes. I call myself something negative and they can’t think of anything worse”.

Mini-Me had been called “Tattoo” as a child. He had been forced by bullies to say “Da Plane” and even “What you talking about Willis”. He had developed a gruff exterior but he also embraced the hurtful names and stereotypes that taller people could think up. He wore the nickname “Mini-me” to spoil it for the tall people.

“That is a very good idea, Sir.” Wendy felt bad about what she had said earlier. “I am sorry for offending you, then Sir?” it sounded so natural to say that after weeks of submission training that it just seemed like the right response.

“You are a whore with big-tits, what else are you going to do? So what is your name anyway?” he asked dismissively.

“Well you are going to laugh,” Wendy said with a half-smirk.

“Try me,” Mini-me had been jaded. He was a regular on these streets and Maya wasn’t the first prostitute to turn him down- which hadn’t done much for his own self esteem.

“Cow-tits, Sir.” Wendy admitted.

He chuckled “You are shitting me?”

“No Sir, my daughter’s name is worse, it’s Ass-face.” Wendy for the first time was smiling when she said that because she realized how ridiculous it sounded. It also seemed to delight Mini-me.

“You call yourself the worst thing you can think of, because it takes all the fun out of it for people who want to give you shit?” Mini-Me was pulling into a shopping center to find an ATM machine while asking if they followed his philosophy of putting himself down before anyone else gets a chance too.

“No actually, it still seems to amuse people.” Wendy admitted.

“Joke ‘em if they can’t take a fuck.” Wendy had heard her husband say the same thing Mini-me did.

“My husband says that sometimes, Sir.” Wendy admitted.

“He know you are out here trying to earn a buck?” Mini-me had not wanted to hear Wendy had a husband, but he wasn’t so naïve he thought he was going to be having a relationship with her anyway.

“He is my pimp, he gave me the name Cow-tits, Sir.” Wendy had intended to answer his question but knew that it sounded pretty critical of Bill.

“Sounds like a first-class A-hole, hope I never meet him. So can you start sucking my dick now and then we’ll settle up after we get to the motel?” Mini-me didn’t beat around the bush.

“How about you get the money first, and then we can do it all at once Sir?” Wendy offered politely feeling a little more confident with him. “And my Husband means well, I just treated him poorly and so this is kind of payback.”

“So fucking me is payback to you for being a bitch?” Mini-Me opened his door but glared over at her.

“No, no, not you specifically- We agreed to those names and these rules because we were meanies. It’s sort of a long story.” Wendy answered more politely.

“Oh and because I am short, I don’t get long stories?” Mini-me didn’t wait around to hear her answer to his snide remark as he waddled over to the ATM. He jumped a little to hit some of the top buttons – and looked back over at the car to glare at Wendy as if she shouldn’t be watching his own private little hell.

Wendy didn’t laugh – she felt pity for him.

Then he nearly fell over when he was pulling out his receipt and she did crack a smile. “I am going to Hell probably anyway for all I am doing, I have to admit, that really was kind of adorably hilarious.” she thought to herself.

“I see you are in here having fun?” Mini-me pulled himself into his car with a deadpan seriousness. He was either a comic genius with physical humor or Wendy was over-tired, hungry and stressed and was finding him adorable anyway.

“Sorry Sir, I was just thinking about how much fun playing with your dick will be.” Wendy lied but reached over and started rubbing his dick between his jeans.

“You were expecting a midget-sized pecker?” Mini-me asked.

Truth be told –Wendy hadn’t known what to expect but shook her head that she hadn’t. “It is very nice, I’ll suck it a little without the condom if you promise not to tell on me when we get to the motel or cum before we get there?” she sounded like a naughty high schooler offering her date second base.

She didn’t wait for him to accept – she just went down on him in the car while he drove - unzipping his jeans. She had seen uncircumsized pricks before but his was shaped almost like Roscoes dog cock. A shuddering thought about how close they were in appearance ran through her mind for a brief instant and then she focused solely on pleasing him with her mouth.

“Okay- Okay you are a good little cock-sucker, but if you want me to hold out, you have to stop” Mini-me admitted.

Wendy rose up in her seat just in time to pass Rahjid’s office. He mouthed the words “You better have my money.” as they drove past. Wendy smiled as she got out of the car and saw Jamie embracing a man’s form silhouetted by the moon and the light from inside the cabin. Her maternal instincts told her to freak out and find out who it was but she quickly got them under control and recognized this was their mission out here.

“Oh yeah, she does look good” Mini-me was standing at Wendy’s waist level, she had barely even noticed him next to her.

They watched as Jamie giggled a little tee-hee, and then after saying goodbye to the man walked over to Wendy.

“Hi, he wants to fuck us both,” Wendy started to explain.

Jamie didn’t hesitate “Sure, fifty each?” she asked as if this was the least big deal in the world to her.

“Yeah” Mini-me said cool as a cucumber.

“Okay, excuse me for one second, let me go turn in my money” Jamie fished around under her skirt and pulled out a used condom full of creamy milk. She put it in her mouth and let the reservoir hang out –and sauntered over to where Rahjid was. Wendy could hear Rahjid telling her she took too long between tricks and Jamie respectfully explained –with the condom still in her mouth she was trying to give them their money’s worth.

Mini-Me didn’t even ask about the strange debacle he handed Wendy a hundred dollars in twenties and led her by the hand into their cabin. “Okay 5B, I’ve been here before” he sniffed the air with a sour look on his face.

“It smells like shit, I am sorry Sir.” Wendy apologized.

“Try standing in a crowded elevator when you are my height” he laughed and Wendy imagined all those assholes directed right at him in a cramped little space – she giggled a little.

Jamie zestfully sprang into the room, “I thought you’d both be naked, sorry I took so long. Did he already pay?” she sounded completely at-ease and was already removing her top.

There were two of Rahjid’s rubber bands around Jamie’s boobs causing them to look even more swollen than normal and slightly pinkish purple. They stood up plump and ripe like two cantaloupes on her chest.

“Oh my Purple Poppers? I guess it is the only way I will learn my lesson.” Jamie explained when she saw her mom’s surprised look – the tone of her voice perky and without a trace of annoyance.

Wendy removed her shirt at the same time and added “Yeah he made me do only one band, why do you have more than me?”

“I guess because I have,” Jamie started to say had more opportunities to get in trouble because she turned in more condoms already but she diplomatically finished her admission with “been more naughty”.

Wendy’s connection with her daughter being so tight – made more so by their shared captivity and bondage the past two weeks was such that she knew her daughter was being polite and read between the lines - Wendy only smiled and accepted the response.

“Ladies, I am SO down with the funky shit! You two are some Springertastic bitches,” Mini-me was smiling from ear-to-ear as he watched the two girls undress before him while he fingered his own pants.

Jamie was the first to be completely nude, removing her high heeled shoes last. Her brother had insisted she always take those off last so that on-lookers could watch her tits bounce and her ass jiggle while they waited for her to disrobe. Wendy remembered the lesson as well and while she hadn’t consciously made the choice –had simply developed a pattern over the last two weeks of following the same instructions.

“Would you like us to undress you Sir?” Jamie’s sprightly pluck turned on Mini-me even though he pretended to be unimpressed.

He savored her enthusiasm and vulnerability – and didn’t want to spoil it with too much encouragement. He thought a gorgeous ‘bitch’ like her would be used to being put on a pedestal so his reply was a curt “You want to play dress up the dolly with me? How about you two skanks bend over that bed and spread those asses of yours so I can have a look?”

Wendy and Jamie obediently turned and knelt at the bed so that they were laying belly on the mattress and holding their ass cheeks apart without complaint.

Mini-me was not used to whores who weren’t either tweaking on drugs or who didn’t give him some sass back. “What the fuck is up your asses?”

“That is my passport Sir, and my daughter’s license.” Wendy admitted as if in a personal confession for one of her affirmations.

“Well take that shit out, whatever it is..” Mini-me actually liked the sight of the glittering flower-like knobs presented where their assholes should be –but it was part of his gruff persona that he was committed to playing.

“We aren’t permitted to take them out, and for fifty you can’t fuck us in the ass Sir, but for 100 dollars each you can take them out and do anything you want to with us.” Wendy’s voice was a dreamy promise of eroticism- a performance marred only by a little niggling self-doubt that seemed to be following her.

“Anything I want, huh?” the midget sounded skeptical.

“Well, you still have to use a condom,” Wendy explained – while blowing a little of her hair out of her face as she lay flat on the scratchy and mildewed bedspread in the low-light of the cheap motel.

“Do you think we will be punished if we only turn in one condom? There are two of us, who will carry it in their mouth?” Jamie asked her mother with the kind of concern normally reserved for an overdue book that is a day late.

“You can carry it out, I’ve only got one band around my boobies. If he is going to punish someone it should be me.” Wendy said consoling her daughter and wondering if deep-down inside a part of her wanted at least as much punishment as her daughter had up to this point. She was already hating to admit that she was disappointed she hadn’t kept up with her daughter’s earnings.

“That is so thoughtful but I absolutely couldn’t,” Jamie offered her mom but was cut off by the feel of cash being thrown on her back.

“It’s worth it if you two little cunts will shut up, so take them out.” Mini-me had just added another hundred to the family’s earnings.

Wendy wiggled her butt along with Jamie –teasing him with the raw sexuality of the situation and said “I am sorry Sir, we aren’t allowed to remove them, would you be so kind as to remove them for us?”

“Lazy whores!” even Mini-me was doubting his performance as the stodgy angry dwarf when he realized his tone sounded excited to oblige the ladies. He jerked them both out like drains on a bath-tub and a satisfying ‘pop’ sound.

“Would you be so kind as to put my passport in my daughter’s mouth so she can clean it, and hers in mine Sir?” Wendy had her hands behind her back after removing the extra money he just paid.

“Wow, a fucking freak fortress, you are two filthy sluts.” Mini-me would have had an answer to his observation if he hadn’t stuck the plugs into their open mouths.

“So anything I wanted, is that correct?”

“Mrmrmfff” Wendy and Jamie nodded –their mouths full of stainless steel butt-plug. Their muscles were taut but having been plucked and fucked all day long they were ready for this little man to fuck them for all he was worth. Jamie hadn’t thought about the size of his dick but Wendy pictured karma blessing him with an oversized cock so she was ready to be surprised by its girth slamming into her ass.

She wasn’t ready for the sound of water hitting her back and pooling on her spine and down her ass crack. Her daughter giggled through the metal gag and the two couldn’t stop themselves from looking over their shoulder to see whatever water gun he had been spraying them with.

He was holding his cock and raining a yellow stream of piss on their butts as if writing his name from top to bottom – jetting and coating them. He had a ‘bad-boy’ look of defiance on his face – which sat on a head that should have been on a man six foot tall but was on one a little over half that size.

He said nothing until his final squirts of piss – while the girls dutifully held their asses open as they had from the very start – waiting for whatever happened next.

“This is the part where you call me a sick fuck and freak out?” Mini-me stood with his cock in his hand surprised neither girl seemed particularly disturbed. They had pissed in front of people, drank a little of each other’s piss, but never been pissed on. Wendy only mumbled submissively into her gag.

“For Christ’s sake,” Mini-me removed the plugs from their mouth “Say something.”

“That was unexpected,” Wendy had a bemused expression on her face as she looked at her daughter who seemed even more amused. “We did say ANYthing, but I guess I thought you knew we meant fuck us in any hole.” Piss was dripping off her ass onto the carpet while she remained in position.

“Have you ever been pissed on before?” Mini-me asked with a new-found respect for the girls.

“No, I can honestly say this is a new one for even us,” Wendy looked at her daughter who was almost in giggles.

“So now what? Do you fuck us with wet asses or should we dry off?” Jamie sounded cheeky and up for more of whatever was going to happen next.

“I don’t give a fuck what you do, I just wanted to piss on your brown spots,” Mini-me was already zipped up. He had obsessed about peeing on prostitutes but usually he had to go right after he completed the act and this was the first time he ever thought about what came next besides leaving rapidly.

“Please Sir? Cum in a condom for us? We’ll suck your dick!!” Wendy got off the bed to beg.

“You can fuck our asses, PLEASE?” Jamie joined her mom begging – they had become adept at sounding quite pathetic in how they begged with much practice. They were both acutely aware that without a condom they would both be punished by Rahjid.

“You whores are insane,” Mini-me’s orgasms came in his mind when he completed an act of humiliation and dominance over a woman by pissing on them. The fact they seemed to accept it had diminished his fun – but only slightly. He had no more use for either of them.

“At least put our buttplugs back in Sir? We’ll be punished for that too!!” Wendy called out at the screen-door to her motel room as it bounced against the frame when he released it.

“Your problem, not mine” he was saying as he walked into the night air.

“Well fuck, should we just walk out like this, since we are going to get punished big time?” Wendy asked her partner in crime with a trace of a smile.

“Hey at least we got two hundred more dollars than we had, and he was fast. If the punishment takes as long as it would have taken for him to fuck us, it will be a wash.” Jamie said optimistically looking on the bright side.

“You Ho’s let that little man piss in you asses?” Ronnie stepped into their room crowing with delight, followed by the other two whores that worked for Rahjid.

“Yes Ma’am, that was kind of unexpected.” Wendy answered without moving to cover her nakedness.

“You probably thought I wouldn’t fuck a midget, didn’t you?” Maya parted her lips like Marylin Monroe giggling at Tony Curtis on the silver screen. “I just didn’t want that twisted little man to piss all over my Cervin Paris Rive Gauche Silk Stockings”

“Girl, you aint no Gucci, you know that shit aint real” Doris’s Puerto Rican accent was thicker than normal as she called out her friend on her knock-off stockings.

“A lot of things on me aren’t real, it doesn’t mean that men don’t find them absolutely delectable” Maya pouted and pushed up her sizable bust between her hands for emphasis. She exuded a sensuality that seemed to transcend mere sexuality and worked on a whole other level.

The other two whores laughed and Ronnie told them “Well you better dry your asses off over yonder on that cum-rag” pointing to a hand-towel that Wendy had dried her face off on earlier.

“You two bitches got so much to learn, did he tell you he was going to piss on your backs cha-chas?” Doris asked as the two girls obediently shared a towel to wipe themselves clean.

“No, actually that was a big surprise, I will definitely not say ‘anything you want’ again” Wendy admitted with a rookie grin.

“You can say ‘anything you want’, I tell them that to get them in the hotel, but once inside, then no you can’t touch me here, there, and kiss me? Boyfriend please, that’s a no-no.” Doris touched her breasts, tits and made a kissy face like Jamie’s “duck-lips”.

“So do they pay you though?” Wendy remained standing without dressing.

“Of course I get the money up front Chica, what you think? I just tell them listen Poppy, all you have to do is lay back and relax and let Mommy do all the work and give you the ride, baby.” Doris’s confidence in her technique was absolute.

Wendy had to wonder if Hispanic men were comfortable with a phrase like ‘fucking mommy’. She could picture Bill getting turned off thinking about HIS own mother – especially if he was talked down to like he was a little child.

“Don’t listen to that little whore, she get shut down more times than a white boy on an all black basketball team,” Ronnie countered Doris’s confidence with a little good-natured ribbing. “You find what work for you on how to get them back to the room, what you need to do is learn to ask them for a loan.”

Jamie and Wendy were being schooled by the more experienced street whores and they had their complete attention.

“You know if they po-po they don’t even have to tell you if you ask them. You want them to touch you as soon as you get in the car or get alone. Flop out a titty or spread your legs and make them get a little feel. That still not enough – He say how much it cost and you say ‘baby I will fuck you for free’”

Ronnie smiled revealing two missing front teeth on what might have been at one time a brilliant pearly smile. Her face in the darkness as two-toned between dark ebony and carmel latte vanilla as Rahjid’s niece’s ass had been as the light danced across it revealing exotic hues and shades on their skin.

“You say but honey, I just need a little loan right now, you come back tomorrow and I’ll have that money right now for ya” Ronnie’s face while she said the words read ‘Don’t you come around here tomorrow looking for that money’.

“Thank you, that is very good advice!” Wendy said enthusiastically about the new loophole. She had in the back of her mind wondered if she might end up in jail but that seemed like one of the occupational risks of working the street that didn’t really ever seem to stop it so she hadn’t obsessed over the possibility.

Jamie elbowed her mom quietly and whispered “Ma’am?” pointing out her mom would be in trouble for not addressing her ‘better’ as Ma’am. She was disappointed in her mom since she had almost never heard her make that mistake in a week.

Maya lit a cigarette and held it like Charlize Theron at her sexiest in a film, while the other two girls spread out awkwardly in the semi-lit room looking with disdain at the spartan accommodations. They had been able to personalize their rooms in the time they’ve been working here, whereas this one was possibly the lowest quality room Rahjid had to offer.

“No, Ronnie asked me not to call her that, it is okay.” Wendy admitted but then added hastily “You can tell your father if I don’t, and let him decide if that is an infraction.” That seemed to satisfy Jamie but only made Doris and Wendy giggle.

“What is it with you two masochists, you seem to like punishment, is that your thing?” Maya rested one of her shiny spiked heels on a night stand with the provocative confidence of a dominatrix “You want to lick my boots?”

“No Ma’am, we are here to work and be good whores, it’s just Rahjid’s rules,” Wendy looked down at the ground – wondering if a part of her was more than willing to lick those boots if only someone with authority over her had given the order. She didn’t want to do it – but a part of her would have been fine with it if Chris or Bill had ordered it.

“Rahjid’s rules? He is a little pervert and a third-class pimp who is ruled by his wife. He diddles himself behind that counter all night because now that he runs whores it combines his favorite things – sex, money and power.” Maya took a drag from her cigarette then exhaled with a dramatic flair.

“You two fresh-meats are the only ones who follow his rules,” Maya declared unrepetently.

“Mmm-hhmmm, baby I got six kids at home, I can’t make it on the cut he gives us!” Doris defiantly moved her neck back and forth like she was on the Maury Povich show. “Aint a stretch mark on me though” She ran her hand across her exposed midriff for emphasis.

“Yeah, but there are a couple fat rolls on ya.” Ronnie smiled revealing her missing teeth at the pudgier Doris.

“Oh, I would knock your teeth out, but I see the crack already did that” Doris’s come-back had an edge on it.

“Okay Ladies, take your cat-fight to the street, leave me alone with the new meat - we need to have some girl talk.” Maya instructed and just like that – the other two whores left the room trading catty barbs all the way to the sidewalk.

“You two little cunts are cutting into my earning time, but it’s Tuesday night and I am feeling generous, but you two are going to owe me!” Maya with a gracious wave of her hand offered them a seat so she could impart some wisdom into them.

“Should we really sit on chairs considering the trouble we are already in, Mom?” Jamie asked with a confused expression.

“Well technically, they didn’t say we couldn’t in Rahjid’s rules,” Wendy offered a counter-point sitting on the bed.

“Yah but, at home..” Jamie was about to explain that at home when naked the standing rule was no butt-sweat or snail trails on the furniture but Maya cut her off.

“Yah-Butt should be your name, you look like you use that phrase all the time,” Maya said teasingly while gesturing to Jamie’s perfectly chiseled ass and added, “and you do have a Yah-ba-dabba doo butt.” offering a compliment to her.

“Mom, let’s see you stand up and turn around.” Maya’s confident words sounded like an order and Wendy complied by standing and turning for Maya to have a look at her ass.

“Yah, she definitely got that junk in her trunk from her momma. Tell you what, since you two seem more comfortable on the floor, go ahead and kneel at my feet.” Maya sounded magnanimous as if she were a gracious Queen offering them a fine wine in her private chambers. Wendy and Jamie seemed reluctant but got down on their knees.

“Hands behind backs, ladies. I don’t want you to be up to any mischief, go ahead and get your noses right above my boots, so you can lick if I tell you to, that is it.” Maya was half-having fun with their submissive nature but she wasn’t too surprised when the girls got smartly into position as instructed.

“I used to know a woman on the bayou of Louisiana, just off the West Pearl River who had been born and raised in a brothel herself. She came from a generation of whores who were born to it, and she had seven gorgeous daughters, all mixed-race mullatos. There is something especially beautiful and exotic about girls born of mixed-race, and she raised them all to be submissive, and wait on her husband hand and foot. Have you been training your daughter to be submissive all her life too?” Maya asked the question while evoking images of an idyllic wooden cabin in the swamps under misty weeping willows and the smells of the brackish water with seven naked teenage girls serving their father in the hot Louisiana swamplands.

“Actually this is new for us, we both started about two weeks ago,” Wendy said. She had been considering whether to flick her tongue out and lick those shiny boots or not.

“You two definitely have the heart, and I don’t doubt you are blood-related. That is going to be a big draw, mother-daughter shows, but the finer points to being demure and sexual, you two seem to be flying blind. The kind of grace Mother Johnson and her seven daughters had been instilled with from birth that glides from them in every movement and word.”

“You can teach us that, Ma’am?” Jamie asked skeptically but with an enthusiastic ‘because I would love to learn that’ implied.

“Are you two sluts licking my boots, or do I need to grind my heel into your nipples first to get you to start?” Maya’s response was commanding but like it was wrapped in a sexy velvet. They started to lick the top of her boot without hesitation and she let out a wicked giggle in response while taking a drag from her cigarette.

“Oh we are going to be the best of friends, I think.” Maya fluttered her eyelashes and admired the two naked bodies on the floor kneeling in front of her.

“Did you like it when Mini-me pissed on you?”

“I don’t really know what to think about it, Ma’am, I didn’t mind it.”

“Let’s try calling me Masteress, I like that.” Maya created a hybrid of Mistress and Master as a new word.

“Yes Masteress,” Wendy replied.

“Mom, she isn’t a key-holder, we are already going to get so punished!” Jamie pointed out that her mother had broken another rule.

“Masteress is a term of respect, you respect me don’t you girly?” Maya sounded cruel but vivacious in the most alluring way possible. There was so much honey laced around the menace in her voice that it was hypnotic. She had most certainly been a pro-domme at one point in her career.

“Yes Masteress, Can I ask that you at least put our butt plugs back in? So we can say we tried to have them put back up our asses?” Jamie pleaded like someone intent on trying to do the right thing.

“My aren’t you a dirty-talker, for such a wholesome girl next door?” Maya strode around behind the two girls- taking her boots away mid-lick and scrunching her nose at Jamie. She stuck the heel of her boot at the entrance of Jamie’s asshole and said, “You would like me to foot-fuck your asshole with the shoe you just cleaned, wouldn’t you girly?”

“What I want is irrelevant, Masteress, we are owned whores and our pleasure doesn’t matter. We are supposed to amuse our betters and earn money for our owners.” Jamie spoke a familiar and somewhat comforting line from her affirmations.

“But yet, you aren’t.” Maya withdrew the shoe from the tip of Jamie’s asshole and walked back to the front of the girls.

“Yes Ma’am, but you said you would teach us to be better whores, so I thought we could earn more if we listened to you?” Jamie said hopefully.

“Yes, yes, but you forgot to say Masteress, and that isn’t what I meant at all. I meant you two are novices out there on the streets walking around opening your legs and taking money, but with absolutely no style, no confidence. You are walking life-support for three holes and two boobs.”

There was silence from the girls as that seemed to be what Chris and Bill had been training them to be and they were processing what had just been said.

“Get your nipples all the way on the ground, slut!” Maya broke the silence and ordered Jamie to lean forward while she placed her heel directly on Jamie’s swollen nipple and pushed down hard.

Jamie winced but to her credit didn’t scream out – even when some milk discharged from her tits and slid across the floor.

“Ooh, you are lactating? How exquisitely nasty. You take pain well, you accept your punishments for your shortcomings well, but what is missing?”

“An apology for failing to address you as Masteress?” Jamie offered sweetly.

“Oh dear girl, thank you for that. I won’t crush your other nipple,” Maya spared the girl further punishment for her offense. “You are a rule-follower and that is cute, but cute only gets you so far.”

Maya took a pink ribbon and tied it into Jamie’s long blonde hair –putting it into a pony tail. “You should use that Taylor Swift thing you have going on while you can, dearie.”

“Thank you Masteress” Jamie was waiting on her knees with her left tit still throbbing from the pain of Maya’s heel. The boot that caused her so much just inches out of her reach –wondering if she should move forward to lick it or whether she should remain in her place.

“You don’t have Taylor’s star quality though, I want you two to go out there tonight on a mission to fuck all the tricks on MLK, but I want you to do it feeling like stars.”

“My husband just spent two weeks training us not to put ourselves on pedestals and be prideful,” Wendy countered.

“Oh I am sorry, did I ask for a slut’s opinion?” Maya put her hands on her hips in a way that only reinforced her domineering body language.

“No Masteress, you did not.” Wendy admitted flatly.

“You’ve had this stink cloud following you since I first saw you of self-pity, almost self-loathing, that rolls off you. It seems like you hate your boobs, hate your face, hate your body.” Maya observed.

It was making Wendy think hard about how she might be coming across. She admitted to herself that she was feeling ugly and inadequate. “Yes Ma’am, I think part of the reason we ended up in training was our vanity and pride, and my body is being used to torment and humiliate me.”

“So for someone who secretly enjoys it, why do you look like you hate it so much?” Maya asked point blank.

“I don’t enjoy it, Ma’am” Wendy answered without hesitation.

“If I put a finger in your slit, would it be wet?” Maya fired back while taking a slow, sexy drag from her cigarette.

“Yes Ma’am But…” Wendy stopped herself.

“Did you say Ma’am because you secretly want me to crush your nipple, so you can be even-steven with the little owie I gave your daughter?”

“No Masteress, I am new to that title and I just made a foolish mistake, I submit to your punishment for my misbehavior though.” Wendy admitted with the same acceptance of her flaws that she would give to Bill or Chris.

“Yet, I think if I denied you punishment, it would frustrate and titillate you more – so that is what I will do.” Masteress Maya giggled a tee-hee at Wendy.

Wendy didn’t want to think too hard about the observation because it rang with a little truth.

“I am going to teach you two sluts to smoke, sit, walk, talk, wear the sexiest god-damn pantyhose you’ve ever worn and own being submissive. I am not going to teach you to be overbearing like me, but I am going to arm you with the inner-strength and calm so that you can make dicks hard just by being. Do you understand me?” Maya lectured with passion.

At first Wendy and Jamie did not understand but in fifteen more minutes of instruction it had begun to dawn on them how wise Maya was. “You could read every issue of Cosmo for twenty years and not learn what I know about being a woman, honey.” she laughed when she saw the dawning realization stretch across Wendy and Jamie’s face.

The overall philosophy she gave the girls was one that they should submit to and do so selflessly, but at the same time be a source of soft-strength and fortitude that transcended their submission. There was more to obedience then just doing what they were told – there was an intangible peace to following that they were to embrace.

That didn’t mean to tune out and be a robot. Maya had gone over the encounter with Mini-me and told them what they did right and what they did wrong in a constructive and helpful way. “You could have smiled at him and asked permission to lick that piss right off your daughter’s ass cheeks. If he had wanted to see it anyway, you are going to have to do it, so give it to him. The balance is be a woman not a nympho about it- make it so there is a mystery to you, did you offer because you are giving and desire to see him happy or because you really like the taste of midget piss and the salt from your daughter’s ass?”

It had only been fifteen minutes but in that time they felt that they had received a week’s worth of instruction – things they would ponder for a long time to come and tricks and tips that they would never have thought of on their own.

Maya also showed them how to put it on and take it off in a way that will make men’s dick hard – but most importantly how to really ‘wear’ it. She made them each smoke a cigarette and hold it like a sexy movie siren in the glamour days. “Don’t smoke to be disgusting, smoke to be erotic and enigmatic,” she advised.

The girls were hungry for this knowledge and both of them were getting different messages from Maya’s words but both were feeling their spirits lifted. They weren’t ‘proud whores’ but they were something approaching ‘sexy whores’ and they were both completely engrossed in every word that was being shared with them.

There was a knock on the screen door, “Come on, you three are not making the money, and Rahjid did not give the break.”

“Fuck off Rahjid, or I’ll put a boot up your Bengali asshole.” Maya sounded distinctly unladylike for the first time.

“You do not want me to do the pimp smack,” Rahjid’s threat sounded very hollow.

“These two whores have one more blowjob to do, and then they can get back to work.” Maya said without looking at the door to see if Rahjid’s beady eyes were staring back at her in the darkness outside the cabin. He walked away mumbling to himself acquiescing to his biggest earner’s wishes.

“One more blowjob, Masteress?” Wendy asked. She was thrilled to do it because gone now were the dark thoughts of self-doubt and in their place was a sexy-mother-slave who knew she would have to be obedient and accepted it with a new reserve of patience and quiet strength. She did not even wonder how long it would last before she might need another affirmation of this type – she was brimming with the desire to submit.

“You can start with my big cock,” Masteress Maya’s grey-blue eye’s smiled at the girls as she reached into the lacy panties she was wearing and retrieved a 10 inch-fully shaved dick.

“I am the whore with a little something extra,” She saw the look of surprise on their face and savored it.

“I know you two are going to love my dick and balls, aren’t you girls?”

“Yes Masteress” their enthusiastic reply, followed by their wet and hungry mouths to deliver a loving tag-team-mother-daughter blowjob that should have been recorded on tape – it was epic in a way that memorable blowjobs can be.

When Maya’s cock finally gushed a stream of cum, the two of them let a little of the cum drip down their chins and kissed each other in front of Maya without hesitation and then spit a little into condoms they could take to Rahjid.

“Thank you Masteress”

“Oh no, thank you girls, you give excellent head, now get out there and be the best little prostitutes that money can buy.” Maya teased “I hope I didn’t use you all up”.

“Just when you think our lemons can't squeeze any more juice, we'll make a fresh batch.” Wendy and Jamie left the room naked and holding their buttplugs with condoms in their mouth – to pay Rahjid and accept their punishment.

As the girls walked out refreshed, energized and with a new perspective Maya giggled to herself “I hope they don’t realize I just made all that up.” As she watched them step naked through the motel courtyard to Rahjid’s pay window.