Chapter 57

“What if you are both busy, and the guys don’t want to wait?” Julie asked what they do when there is a line forming and no girls to entertain them right away.

“Yeah, that happens. That’s why we don’t have little chit-chats for long times. They don’t care what we ate for lunch or what music we like, and we only care about their money. They want to get down to business, and so do we. If the guys want foreplay and conversation, that slows you down. Get him off and get to work sitting on the next dick. If you finish early, sit out on the porch and keep guys company if they are waiting on their regular girl. If there is not enough room inside, you can fuck out here. Nobody here gives a shit. Everybody knows what goes on in Rockwood. We aren’t the only whores. We are just the only ones who stay nude. Daddy has always made us do that, long before I even heard about NIS. That’s why I am cool with that. That’s why I warned you about coming here naked. It means you are working, available for cock.”

I understood. “For the most part, if they want anything weird, the regulars know to ask for Crabby. We call her Crystal to her regulars because some of them think Crabby means she has V.D.”

“Your mom still has regulars?” Julie asked incredulously. Crabby was older and chubby, and her daughters were much more attractive and youthful. It surprised me as well. I assumed men would prefer girls that were my daughter’s age.

“I am right here, you know. Yes, I have lots of regulars. I had a couple boyfriends, too!” Crabby feigned offense, but she was just joking.

“HAD,” Misty pulled her mother’s nipple and gave it a twist to remind her that the tables had turned for her.

“Okay, well, I think we’ve got it,” Julie didn’t ask for more elaboration. Her facial expression suggested that she was just curious about how it all worked. What she said next, really surprised me.

“Guys probably won’t pick Piggy, unless they have a big titty or big ass fetish,” Julie regarded me up and down as if she were assessing my value as a whore. I blushed and tried not to look panicked.

“If they want something REALLY different, they may want Crabby, but since I am your guest, I’ll do whatever you and Savannah do.”

“Anything?” Misty was as shocked as I was by Julie’s offer to participate.

“I do requests all day at school, and at home they get a little more involved. This is not much different. I probably shouldn’t have said ANYTHING,” Julie decided. I thought she may be backing down. “l will do anal, oral, vaginal, they can spank me,” Julie offered.”Are there any other standard requests?”

“This isn’t high school, Julie. These aren’t requests, these are paying gigs,” Misty looked at Julie to ensure that my daughter understood. Julie didn’t seem intimidated by that. “Guys with wives can get regular pussy, so it’s almost always anal. I can picture them wanting a tight pussy like yours occasionally, but it’s mostly stuff they can’t do with their wives. Savannah and I get our share of weird stuff. I don’t usually discuss exactly what it is they want out here in front of Timmy and Tommy. It makes it weird for the guy. They may want me to do stuff with my sister, or piss on each other, or maybe to choke us out.”

Misty laid it all out very plainly and honestly. It was the gritty reality of prostitution, and obviously something Misty had come to accept as part of her normal day after school.

“Choke you out? Unconscious?” Julie was really shocked and alarmed.

“Yeah, or fuck our face until we puke.” Misty shrugged. I felt she may even be trying to scare Julie out of agreeing to participate. I felt my pulse race as I thought about total strangers limiting my air flow until I passed out.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Julie asked. She has the cutest way of scrunching her nose up when she hears something she is uncomfortable with. Most requests never seem to bother Julie, but she was clearly a little confused and reluctant about this one.

“Don’t let them crush your windpipe. Put their hands on your throat here,” Misty showed her how it could be done safely. “if they move their hands, stop them. Lou is always watching. If I pass out, that’s fine. I don’t have any money they can steal. We NEVER touch the money, got it?”

Julie nodded and her blue eyes softened as she looked at Misty with a new found sense of empathy. I think Julie’s resolve to try doing this only strengthened as she realized it was normal for Misty’s family.

“If YOU puke, then Crabby will lick it up off the carpet. We don’t have a working vacuum cleaner, and when she was our Mom, she didn’t clean up. Now she I.S. the vacuum cleaner, garbage disposal, and all-around fat-ass maid and cock-squasher.”

Her brothers giggled when Misty called their mom a “cock squasher”, and their mother didn’t deny any of it. She looked down with what might be considered the closest thing Crabby could muster for shame and embarrassment. I think on some level Crabby felt compelled to just go along with it, no matter how unpleasant.

I was envious of her for that. I was nervous inside, and outwardly smiling like a silly bimbo. I wasn’t just going to be bred to make a baby. I was going to fuck for money! I tried not to think about what my husband’s reaction to it would be when he found out.

“Untie Piggy, please,” Julie asked abruptly but politely. I suspected that Julie might have second thoughts, and Misty did too. The teenage girl shrugged as she undid my bindings as if she had suspected Julie was all talk.

“No, I am not leaving. I just want Piggy standing and doing jumping jacks or squatting when someone walks up,” Julie decided as if she were trying to think of the best way to sell me to total strangers. “You don’t set boundaries out here before the clients take us inside, so with your Mom, who decides what she will and won’t do for twenty bucks? Her?”

“Well, I guess Timmy and Tommy are the bosses of her. If I am not busy, I will, but Savannah, you don’t give a fuck what Crabby has to do, do you?”

“I really don’t,” Savannah shrugged. “She never gave a fuck what guys wanted to do with me.”

Crabby blushed, and started to offer a defense, that she tried to keeping the girls out of the “game”. “It was decided before you could ever bleed that you’d have to do it, so I didn’t try to sugar coat it.”

The girls ignored their mother’s excuses as if she had said nothing. I think that hurt Crabby more than if they had responded.

“Yeah, I guess if we are being real, Timmy and Tommy are bosses of my Mom when we are working. The way you are using the word,” Misty decided, was the final answer to how that work. It felt like they hadn’t ever talked about the process before.

“Okay, well, I may be inside with a guy, Piggy. I expect you to do everything I will do, at a minimum for twenty bucks. Do you consent?”

“I already consented to do whatever you tell me, Ma’am,” I reminded my daughter. I was jelly inside, but outwardly, I projected some confidence.

She waved her fingers to indicate that I should start dancing, jiggling my tits, and bouncing around while she spoke to me. I complied. I could hear Misty’s brothers start chuckling.

“I know that, Piggy, but I am just checking to see if you still feel that way,” Julie confirmed. She was all business and spoke down to me like I was a child. “If I am busy, I want you performing on the patio. The guys will tell me if you take breaks. I don’t expect you to eat poopy, but if they want to piss on you, are you going to have a hard time with that?”

“I’ve never really done it except when your brother peed on my back, Ma’am,” I replied as I began to dance for her.

The Gibbons brothers laughed and guessed correctly that it was Dewey who had done that to me. I guess they expected him to be a little strange. I smiled like a big, goofy dummy and nodded to confirm it while blushing.

At the time, it seemed so weird and off-putting, but now the guys were laughing as if it was a funny joke, and in retrospect, it did seem humorous. I wasn’t sure why, though.

“Are you willing to try it tonight if it comes up? I’ll understand if you don’t consent. Think of this as the requests you get at home. I may not be there to tell you to do them or not, so you will have to use your best judgment. If it’s just icky, I want you to do it. If it’s going to harm you, then I don’t.”

I nodded and danced for her – big knockers flapping in my face. I danced more vigorously as I grew more anxious about what was going to happen next.

“I won’t expect you to do it all the time, but when we come over here again, you will if you agree to do anything the customers want short of eating turds. I will do whatever Misty and Savannah will do, but I am not going that far tonight, so piss is not something I’ll consent to doing.”

“You still don’t get it. We’ve all tasted piss. I just don’t make it a habit with the guys who want me to piss in a glass and drink it. If they have enough cash, I’ll do it. It’s no big deal,” Misty shrugged as she gave her explanation. “It isn’t something I consent to or don’t consent.”

Julie didn’t want to argue the nuance of that logic. She asked me, “Are you willing to let me piss in your mouth and swallow it to see how it tastes?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I laid down flat on the concrete after I cleared off some space. I tried not to think about what was going to happen next. I had performed hundreds of requests. They had all been weird and uncomfortable at first, but some, like Lemonade and Milk, were so common that I rarely even thought about the fact that I was basically masturbating in front of high school students.

I still felt really naughty about fudge. I was always afraid that it might be a little stinky or my finger would be brown.

I trusted Julie and I told myself that other women did it – so I could handle it.

Julie squatted over my face, pulled her pussy lips open, got lower, and pissed right in my mouth. I initially reacted by gagging. The taste was acrid, almost like expired apple cider. She just pissed so fast that I nearly choked.

I almost didn’t believe it was happening until the piss began to roll down my cheeks and neck.

“I guess I can handle that,” I said as I wiped my mouth and face, trying not to blush, while Julie helped me back to my feet.

“Okay, and the other limit was getting the snot beat out of you or choked. These guys probably play rougher than Dad and my brothers. I think you can handle that, right?”

I nodded.

“No broken teeth, no broken arms, no black eyes?” she asked the question of Misty and not me, as an after thought to confirm that men didn’t take it to that level of extreme.

“Lou would NEVER let it get to that. We have some sadistic fucks that like to hear us scream,” Misty replied, and then she began to stream tears and cry out in anguish as an example of what to do to make it more believable. I was shocked because I really fell for her act at first and thought Misty had finally reached a breaking point, but it was all theatrics.

“You have to give them their money’s worth, so they need theatrics, just like when you fake an orgasm. Don’t go into this waiting to have a real one. You won’t.”

Two black men walked up almost immediately after that conversation. They were younger guys in their twenties. They clearly knew Savannah and Misty. They seemed like they had been there many times and knew the girls well. They noticed that I was dancing off to the side, but checked out Julie as they walked up to Misty.

“Payday, Rick?” Misty asked.

“New girls?” he replied as he assessed our naked bodies.

“One day only, on special, 50 each, you can have them together. They are into kinky shit.”

“We are into ass!” Rick confirmed.

“They are your girls!” Misty said.

They laid down their money and took us both by the hand into the front room.

“Fucking baby! always kills the mood,” Rick lamented as he inhaled the smell of the younger sibling in the living room. The baby was sound asleep in the corner of the room. Lou lowered the dimmer switch.

Lou didn’t look up. He knew these guys and he didn’t seem to care that we were in his living room.

“You mother and daughter or some shit?” Rick asked.

“We are,” Julie confirmed.

“That’s some bullshit. We done fucked nine different mother-and-daughter teams in the past month, Yo! They get a young one, put her with an old one, and suddenly they are blood-related.”

Julie pulled out our I.D.’s and showed it to them, rather than argue with the skeptical men. I knew it was taboo to do sexual things with my family, and I’d come to learn that it was much more common than I had realized. It was just now occurring to me that men paid extra for authenticity.

The men seemed impressed when they saw the proof. One of them chuckled that Julie did not have a “truck load of titties” like mine, but Julie ignored the teasing. She asked them if they were interested or not.

“Well fuck, that’s nice! How about you shake those asses for us and let us watch them clap!” They sat down on the couch like they were in a strip club and expected us to audition to have sex with them. It was very demeaning, but Julie didn’t seem bothered by the request at all – that’s what it was to her after all, a request. We received dozens of them daily at school and even at home.

My daughter and I tried to twerk, but the guys told us to stop. “You dance like real white girls. You aren’t from Rockwood, are you?”

“No, we are just staying the night with the Gibbons.”

“The who?”

“The people who live here.”

“Oh yeah, nice girls. Mom is a lunatic, though. Bend over. Let me see those big juicy buttholes!”

We spread our cheeks and showed them. I was suddenly aware that Lou was staring at us and watching us. However, if these men decided to pull out guns or something, we could be dead immediately. My heart raced with panic.

They didn’t pull out guns. They unzipped, and one of them entered me from behind. “You got a nice juicy round asshole, been freshly fucked, or it’s always like this!”

“Always wide open now, Sir.”

“Mmm, yeah, you want this black dick?””

“Yes, Sir!”

They started out soft and gently, but then they both began to fuck us really hard on the couch and around the floor.

Rick had my daughter. The other guy turned me around and pushed me to my knees. He stuck his dick in my mouth. I tasted my ass on him. There was no other way to put it. He didn’t care how dirty it was. He pushed his cock down my throat and thoroughly washed his prick with my spit and used my head like a cum hole. I worried that the other guy was being too rough with Julie. This was the roughest sex I ever had. No one at the breeding did this to me.

My nipples started to lactate, and he freaked out at first and then laughed really hard as the dribble intensified. “She sprung a leak, Rick!”

Rick looked over. He had his dick in my daughter’s throat. Her makeup was running down her face, and she looked really worn out. “Look like Elmer Glue coming out of that bitch’s titty,” he said. “Take that bitch down to the Mexican flea market and sell that milk to those mamacitas who need a little extra to feed they babies.”

They both talked really tough, but they had country accents. The guy fucking me had a gold tooth, and that’s what I’ll remember as. Gold Tooth twisted my nipples and milked them, slapped my tits hard, and then started choking me like he was going to kill me. He didn’t, though. I was waiting for Lou to stop it, and I was ready to fight back. I heard my daughter throw up all over herself.

“Bitch got sick!” Rick laughed and wiped his cock in her hair.

“Thanks for the ride, ladies! We enjoyed it!” Gold Tooth through a twenty-dollar bill on the floor and walked out with his friend.

“Are you okay, Julie?” I asked.

My daughter looked petrified. She had white creamy vomit and a little cum running down her beautiful chin and tits. “Gah, that was bigger than my Randy. I thought I could deep throat,” she finally recovered, but Julie’s throat sounded hoarse. “Feels like I pulled a muscle in my throat,” she said as she rubbed herself.

I went to pick up the twenty and hand it to Lou. I bent over, but he stopped me before I could even reach the money.

“Don’t fucking touch it. Get the fuck out, get cleaned up and ready,” Lou said quietly in a very menacing voice reminiscent of Clint Eastwood.

We left the room just like it was. Two more black guys were sitting outside talking to the other girls when we walked out. Everyone reacted with “Whoa!” when they saw us.

“You both look tore up!” Savannah smiled like she thought that was great. I couldn’t see myself, but I assumed my hair was really messy.

“Did you leave a mess in the living room?” Savannah asked my daughter as if she would be annoyed if the answer was yes.

“No, the mess was all on me,” Julie sounded like she was going to cry, and her voice sounded husky.

“Just hose her down then, boss men,” Savannah pointed to the garden hose and gave the instruction to her brothers. Timmy and Tommy let Reese pick up the garden hose and bring it over to us. I think Reese and Dewey were both in shock. They weren’t laughing or grinning like they had been earlier. They may have even felt sorry for us.

I may have looked “torn up” as they say, freshly fucked, but I had thoroughly enjoyed getting fucked and it had been over before I could reach orgasm. I felt a little guilty that I had secretly enjoyed the experience.

Savannah told her mother to crawl inside and check anyway. Crabby was unbound and crawled inside. The coke can was back in her asshole, and beans were dripping off her butt cheeks.

There was an interesting dynamic between the siblings. Even though Timmy and Tommy were in charge, the girls seemed to direct them at times.

“You ready to throw in the towel, Julie?” Misty asked when she looked at how my daughter was standing there shaking as Reese washed her chest off.