Chapter 56

“I thought you said you wouldn’t be so rough because we had Julie coming over tonight,” Crystal (Crabby) croaked sadly as she endured the humiliation and pain that her kids heaped on her.

It seemed like somewhere along the way, they all collectively decided that the Program was a type of karma for Crabby. They were getting a little revenge, but also it seemed like this was a form of justice to all involved, even Crabby.

She didn’t seem opposed to it, and she wasn’t begging for them to stop. She was simply trying to convince them not to be so rough because we were visiting, and she had been promised that she’d have an easier night while we were there.

“You think this is rough, Crabster? We’ll get the titty stretcher and cunt stretcher out and then show them how that works! You behave, and you won’t have to worry too much!” Misty scowled. When she warned her mother to behave, the look on Misty’s face suggested that her mother may have given a similar warning to Misty before the tables were turned on her.

Savannah walked outside wearing only her long t-shirt to introduce herself to us. Misty’s little sister was a pretty girl with a flat chest and really long blonde hair. She was quite pretty. Misty and her mother had slightly unattractive faces (kind of horse-shaped -with elongated chins and high foreheads).

“Take your clothes off, Savannah,” Timmy said. Savannah absent-mindedly started to strip in her front yard while talking to her sister about the baby like it was no big deal.

“Why do I have to strip?” she finally asked after she removed her shirt.

“You are working, aren’t you?” Timmy said.

“Did Daddy make you the boss of us? I can work and wear clothes,” Savannah said, but she didn’t put her clothes back on.

Misty explained their relationship with their brothers. It became fairly obvious that the boys could tell their sister to strip even though she wasn’t in the Program, and they were younger than her. They didn’t have full authority over their older sisters but telling them to strip for work was allowed.

“When we got home, Daddy gave them permission to search us. If they find money, they are supposed to turn it over to Daddy, and we get a butt whupping. However, we aren’t stupid enough to sneak money in the house and haven’t been for over a year. I am NOT going to turn tricks in high school while I am in the Program, guys.”

“Why would you have to hide money in your pussy?” Julie seemed confused. The Gibbons family laughed.

“Daddy manages the money, so any extra money would have to be something we earned on the side. If we want money, we have to ask Daddy for it.”

Savannah came behind her mother and began to churn the broom like it was butter, and Crystal cried out. “All four of us get to make this foul witch suffer, so that’s fun.”

Crystal tried to be stoic and handle it, but she started groaning with each churn.

“You could really hurt her that way.”

The Gibbons laughed. “You think we are doing this to pleasure her? Those days are over!” Timmy said, adding, “This bitch used to sit on my face and make me try to guess her weight!”

“You loved eating my pussy,” Crystal insisted.

“We get a lot more guys showing up to watch what new thing we are doing to Crabby, and that’s increased business. We usually just sit outside all night, torment her, check on the baby, and then fuck in the living room.”

Dewey sat on one of the dirty, wet outdoor lawn chairs and realized it was dirty and that there was a spider on it. He jumped up. The Gibbons laughed at him.

“Still a pussy, even though you are in the 9th grade!” Tommy laughed at him.

“Shut up, Tommy! Dewey is kick-ass!” his brother defended Dewey.

“I am a pussy; you are what you eat!” Dewey countered.

“I dare you to eat my mother’s pussy!” Tommy suggested.

Dewey clearly had no interest, and Timmy and Tommy didn’t blame him. They offered to show him their mother’s “Butt plug” and asked her if she was ready for it.

“Not really, but you are going to make me anyway,” Crabby said. I felt bad for her. The more I heard about her, the more rotten that I knew she was. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel this was worse than CR had it.

“Timmy found a hot can of off-brand soda. “Slurp up that cum but don’t swallow, Crystal! You know what happens if you gobble it down!” Timmy warned.

“You mind asking your mom to let her spit it into her mouth and kiss into her ass,” Misty asked my daughter.

Julie seemed a little stunned by what she saw. “You can ask my Mom to do little things like that. She’s a slutty mommy. You don’t mind that, do you? You love cum, don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Julie,” I agreed. I opened my mouth and allowed Crystal to spit on me. She missed my mouth and got it on my tongue. Misty spanked her mother’s ass because she thought it was intentional and then withdrew the broom, leaving her hole gaping wide.

“Just rub it into your mouth and come back here and give it a kiss!”

I could smell the sweat from Crabby’s backside as I put my lips on her swollen asshole and blew the cum of both of her sons back into her butthole.

“You guys want to fuck her ass before we seal it up?” Timmy asked Reese and Dewey. He told them there would be no charge. Neither of my sons was interested.

“Suit yourself; if you change your mind, we can always cork this shit hole and let you mix it in with ours!” he said as he worked the entire 12-ounce can into his mother’s asshole and then left it there. The soda can had to weigh a lot compared to the butt plugs we had recently started wearing. I was shocked a butthole could get that wide.

“Can you handle a plug that, Piggy?” Timmy asked me when he saw my eyes go wide.

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“Sir? That sounds gay. It’s just Timmy,” he corrected. I was so used to calling my own Sir that I hadn’t even thought about it because he reminded me so much of Dewey.

“Tim, Tim, Tim-Eye!” Tommy quoted a Southpark character from an old TV show. It was still on the air after all these years. I still didn’t watch it. It was meant to be a joke, obviously and add a little levity but I didn’t get the humor.

“Sorry, Timmy! I am just a dumb cunt!” I said. That amused him, and he said that he liked my attitude.

“You would,” Misty chided him somberly. She looked at me as if I just betrayed other women by calling myself a dumb cunt. I am not even sure why I had said it – other than I assumed it would make Timmy happy.

“You and Savannah are dumb cunts too! Daddy said,” Timmy countered. It sounded like their father was pretty vulgar and mean.

“Yeah, well, maybe we are! But I am the oldest, and I earn, and unless you want to pop on a blonde wig, tape your dick behind your asshole, and suck a few cocks, you wouldn’t be eating without THESE dumb cunts,” Misty indicated her mother, herself and her little sister. She glared at her little brothers for their lack of gratitude.

“Why not just get a regular job?” Reese interjected. He had remained quiet for most of this. I felt like we should stay out of their family quarrels, but I identified with Crabby enough that I decided it best that I not say anything to Reese about it, either.

The Gibbons looked at him like someone who just suggested people in a desert just “get water” when he suggested that they get “regular” jobs and support themselves that way.

Reese had led a fairly sheltered life. I knew if it were just that simple, they probably would have done that.

“Look around where we live, rich boy. There aren’t any good jobs, and even if there were, Daddy has three sluts with three holes each, pretty girls with blonde hair. Why not put them to work?” Timmy asked.

“Sex work is work, Reese. Please don’t put them down. They are trying, doing their best, and I am actually really impressed,” Julie admitted.

“I don’t need your approval,” Misty said sourly. She had mistaken my daughter’s comment for a backhanded insult.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Misty. I meant that I’ve legitimately never worked with a sex worker, and I’ve always had a lot of respect for them. It takes a lot to sell a slice of your time, body, and affection to a total stranger.”

“First of all,” Misty seemed to be getting frustrated with my daughter and mistook the intentions of Julie’s joke. I think it’s because Misty was used to people knocking her for what she did. “We aren’t sex workers. We are all whores,” she pointed to the three women in her family. We fuck for money. I don’t give a shit who it is. If he has the cash, I’ll ride him. I don’t give a slice of my affection. I don’t give one fuck. If a regular of mine were to catch fire, I wouldn’t piss on him to put it out unless he paid me to do it. My only concern would be that I need another regular.”

“Clearly, I don’t know what I am talking about on the subject, and I am sorry, Misty. I didn’t mean to sound like an expert or like I am telling you something you don’t know. I was trying to be an ally and say that I think what you do is cool.”

“It’s not cool. It’s disgusting. It’s the smell of Poligrip from a man old enough to be my grandfather who wants to pay to fuck my wet slit after making me lick his saggy balls while I smile and giggle for his amusement. It’s being shorted by a cheapskate and running after him in the middle of the night to get my money because Daddy will beat MY ass if I don’t have it. It’s people looking down their noses at me, telling me I am brave or noble when I just sell ass. Same as any whore on Wright Avenue. I am no different. I don’t walk the streets; they know where I live and come from here. Until you have done it, you really can’t understand it.”

“I was going to ask, I like trying new things, and I know tonight isn’t enough for me to truly understand your situation, but if the offer still stands, Piggy and I will be whores.”

Reese’s jaw dropped first. Dewey’s eye twitched, and then his jaw dropped. I smiled really big because I didn’t know what else to do.

“Just like that? now you want to turn tricks?” Misty seemed surprised but softened a little.

“You said that I can’t understand it. I signed up for the Program to understand things I had never done before. I am training my mother. I am doing it differently than you, but I am learning as I go. I liked to think that letting guys ask to finger me and saying yes is kind of like sex work. It’s not affection; it’s just time and my body. Even the ones I don’t like or are mean to me are welcome as long as I consent.”

“One thing you have to understand, Julie, is that my sister and I don’t CONSENT to jack shit. If a guy has fifty bucks, he can do pretty much anything he wants to us until he gets his rock off. I won’t eat shit, I won’t let them beat on me, I won’t drink piss, but I’ll do pretty much anything else.”

“Yes, okay, but you negotiate that limit. At home, I will do whatever my brothers and Dad tell me within the limits I established. Every night, we usually play a game. We used to call it Pop the Booty.”

Timmy and Tommy liked the sound of that.

Julie quickly described how we got tied up and how we could either end up getting snuggled for an hour or being tied up. “If my brothers decide to put a bar of soap in my mouth or stick a banana in my ass for that hour, I just suck it up. I told them a few things they can’t do to me, but it’s fun.”

Timmy and Tommy REALLY liked the idea of sticking a banana in a butt and attributed the idea to Dewey. Timmy knew Dewey was into butts. They also liked the idea of soap in the mouth and thought their sisters should endure it.

“That’s the key difference, Julie. We aren’t out here for fun. It’s fun tormenting my Mom because it’s payback. It’s a good stress release. I’ve never had a guy want to pay to put an actual banana in my ass, but for fifty dollars, I’ll eat an apple, a banana, some cherries, and shit fruit salad if that’s what he wants to see.”

I giggled as I imagined the mental image. The others did as well.

“I can’t deny that I enjoy it,” Julie said.

“You enjoy getting soap in your mouth?”

“Actually, the guys haven’t done that to ME yet, and I doubt I will, but I enjoy our relationship and boundaries and the way things are working out.”

“A roof over your head and food in your belly doesn’t depend on you turning tricks, so you can afford to decide when and if you set those boundaries. It’s different for me,” Misty made a valid point. “You want to turn tricks tonight. It’s simple. You charge fifty like us. You don’t charge less. You don’t charge more. If he wants to GIVE you more, you still keep 25. Daddy won’t let you keep extra tips. That’s the deal he gave CR when she was here. She fucked 8 guys, and she walked out with a clean two hundred dollars.”

Two hundred dollars to Karen Green would probably not cover the cost of her nail appointment. I doubted very seriously she or her daughter cared about the money.

“I am game!” I said brightly. Reese and Dewey seemed shocked; this was new even to me.

“If you guys are going to turn tricks, then you should take Dewey and me home. We probably shouldn’t be here for this,” Reese said.

“Actually, would you help us out?” Julie asked. Reese emphatically shook his head no and insisted that he had too much hair on his lip and chest to pass for a girl.

“The girls keep talking about their brothers not being their boss out here. You are our boss. I trust you.”

“What do you mean, Sis?”

“I don’t know exactly,” Julie admitted. She was clearly making this up as she went. “I’ll still be my mother’s Trainer, but you two will be the boss of us. You’ll inspect us like Timmy and Tommy do their sisters and make sure we aren’t holding out any extra tips. You’ll make sure we treat the customers right and keep us safe like Timmy and Tommy do their sisters.”

Misty clarified that it was Uncle Lou who had a gun, and who was the one her Daddy trusted to protect the trailer when he was asleep.

“So, basically, you are saying we could boss you around?” Dewey asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before, but I am nervous, and my gut tells me I’d rather have you on my side and here with us when we do it for the first time,” Julie said. She asked Timmy and Tommy what they would do if they were the boss of their sister.

“We’d definitely stick bananas up their ass and put bars of soap in their mouth,” Timmy said.

“We’d treat them like Crabby!” Tommy insisted.

Savannah and Misty winced and insisted that was NOT happening.

“I think that may be a bit TOO strict, but is that what Daddy does as the boss?” Julie asked.

“No, but he keeps the girls in line,” Timmy admitted.

“If a guy stops by and you don’t make a sale that you should have, then Daddy might beat you, but he isn’t going to make you walk barefoot through all of Rockwood with an M-80 firing off out of your ass like these two yahoos would!”

Timmy and Tommy laughed about that, and I got the distinct impression they did that to Crystal.

“Beat you? How?” Julie was clearly concerned about abuse.

“Beat, like as in tie you up and take a stick and whack some sense into you,” she said.

“Does he break the skin? Bones? Anything like that?” Julie asked.

“No, he isn’t abusive,” Misty seemed offended and then said, “Is that what you are into?”

“No, I was just worried it might be very extreme, and then I’d have to rethink my offer to participate.”

“You sound like Ms. Collins,” Misty said it, like an insult. Julie took it as a compliment anyway. “No, there is no point in damaging us so that we can’t work. The worst thing he ever did was hit Mom with a sack of oranges all over because it doesn’t leave bruises, but that was because she fucked his brother, stole his cocaine, and then wrecked his car and tried to blame someone else for making her do that.”

Jesus, this woman was a real piece of work.

“Okay, so guys, it sounds like, basically, I’d remain in charge of Piggy, you’d be in charge of both of us. You could discipline us if we are mean to customers, or someone walks out who should have been interested and gives us basic requests while we wait for someone to show up. Is that fair?”

“What percentage of the money do we get?” Reese asked. He was half-joking and being a jerk.

“I’d like to give it all to Misty. Is there a way I can ensure that YOU get that money? And it doesn’t go into the general pot of money?”

“Why would you fucking do that? Charity?” Misty seemed offended that my daughter would want to make that gesture.

“Look, we are doing okay money-wise. You said you don’t get money without asking your Daddy. We may not make Jack squat tonight. If we do, I’d rather YOU and YOUR sister get it to spend on something for yourselves in exchange for letting me see what it’s like to be an actual whore.”

“Wait, first you said I GET IT ALL, now you are saying I have to go halves with Savannah?”

Savannah punched her sister in the arm and said that was only fair. Misty smiled.

“Well, Shit,” Misty said in her deep southern Arkansas accent. “I think we have ourselves a fucking deal-a-rino. You drive a hard fucking bargain. I wish you two whores came over here sooner!”

“I don’t,” Julie said. That surprised Misty and me. “A week ago, I probably wasn’t in the right head space to process this. I think after my Mom’s birthday and this past week, I am open to this new experience. If I came over here a few weeks ago, I probably would have gone home as soon as you told me how you roll.”

“I dig that,” Misty smiled at her. “I will be honest. My Mom and I hated you both when we first met you at the Program. I’ve seen you around school with your little stuck-up friends, and it always felt like you guys were looking down on me because I am from the wrong side of town.”

Julie went to apologize for that, but Misty wouldn’t let her interrupt.

“Then I saw you ditch those bitches and sit with Astrid and her friend COOKY the COCK-MONSTER,” Misty intentionally mispronounced Ingrid’s name. “I thought you had fallen off the deep end. Those bitches love fucking for free, and they are sitting on a million-dollar ass. We told Ms. Collins we don’t even want them here. We told her we didn’t want you here either, and then she pressured us to do it. I didn’t want you here because I thought you’d shit all over how we live. Now, you are saying you want in the game. That’s fucking blowing my mind.”

“This isn’t a game to me,” Julie said.

Savannah and Misty chuckled. “The game is what we say out here in Rockwood. It means you hustle,” she explained.

“Hey, if Dewey and Reese get to be bosses of them, we get to be bosses of you!” Timmy insisted.

“In your dreams, dick weed! You can jerk off thinking about it,” Misty said. Timmy and Tommy felt that was unfair.

Talk shifted to what to do with Crystal. She said, “Finally! Can I fucking have something to eat, please? I am tired of holding this position!”

“You can have some Gatorade,” Timmy whipped his dick out and pissed right in his mother’s face while she remained bent over. She opened her mouth and drank. Tommy whipped his dick out, and they both joked like they were the Ghostbusters holding Proton guns instead of cocks. “Don’t cross the streams! Don’t cross the streams!”