Chapter 58

Misty and Savannah noticed the work we were doing when they occasionally brought men inside the trailer to fuck. The customers stared at us, but the Gibbons sisters redirected their focus to them. I was glad I got to hear how Misty and her sister talked to their customers.

It helped me to understand the expectations of this particular job; Was it a lifestyle? I really wasn’t sure.

The girls were sassy but not as reluctant or domineering as they were with their brothers. Misty and Savannah were friendly to a point but remained focused on getting the customer to fork over their money as quickly as possible so they could move on to the next one.

There was almost a precious sales technique involved. I had to believe that someone had coached both of them in how to remain minimally approachable and not piss off the customers, but also not allow them to suck up all of their time with small talk.

I wasn’t used to that approach at all. I noticed many of the boys at my daughter’s school wanted to talk to me, and I felt guilty about having to move on to the next request from another student when one of them wanted to have a conversation with me.

I think a few of them had crushes on me, and others just thought I was more approachable than some of the prettier girls in the Program, including Julie.

The customers remained aloof and weren’t overly friendly, either. They managed the customer’s expectations and let them know that almost everything else was available for a price. None of these men asked for anything really unusual.

Savannah and Misty took turns checking on the baby, occasionally walking into the kitchen and glancing up at us. At first, I think they saw our kindness as a weakness and assumed we were stupid for cleaning their kitchen up for them. However, I noticed that changed to a look of appreciation when they noticed how much effort Julie and I were putting into cleaning it up for them while they were no customers outside.

Business was slow outside; there wasn’t much for them to do, but apparently, their father or Lou expected them to continue waiting for a few last-minute stragglers toward the night’s end. It was that, or they didn’t have anything else to do, and the two girls didn’t want to clean up the kitchen with us.

Julie told them that we’d be available if any new customers showed up. The girls didn’t reply at all. I think they weren’t used to people volunteering and doing something nice for them unless they wanted something in return, and we were confusing them.

It was hard and sweaty work, the kitchen smelled awful, and it was messy. I was tired and hadn’t had anything to drink in a while.

Unfortunately, there was nothing really cold to drink there besides beer and soda. I wanted water. We had to drink the well water out of the faucet and one taste of that was disgusting enough that my daughter told me to drink one of their cokes.

I was reluctant to do that without asking Lou or their father for permission, but I did it anyway. It tasted great. Soda was definitely not on the approved list for my diet. Sugary snacks and cola products were completely forbidden. I’d have to run a little harder and shake my ass a little more to work that back off.

I would never imagine going to a random stranger’s home on a Thursday night and cleaning their kitchen in the nude, but that was the adventure I was on with my daughter. Lou seldom spoke to us. I got the impression that he had a closed-circuit security camera on his phone, and he occasionally checked it.

“Time to go back outside, Mary Poppings,” he said in a gravelly voice, adding the “g” to the end of the name Poppins with his accent. He rarely spoke, and when he did, the slender old man came across as someone not to be trifled with.

I could imagine Dewey correcting him and saying it was Mary Poppins. Lou didn’t seem like the kind of guy who wanted to be corrected or hear jokes. Julie and I nodded and walked back outside, shutting the door behind us. I was proud of the job I had done cleaning up the kitchen, but there was still more I could have done to help them organize.

Misty, Savannah, and their mother were down on their knees, sucking dicks in the nude. Three other men were waiting as we walked up. They seemed impatient.

“Suck their cocks,” Dewey pointed at the waiting men. My son didn’t sound confident when he gave us the order, but Julie treated it like she would any request at home and didn’t argue.

There was no talk of money or reason provided. Julie and I fell to our knees, unzipped their jeans and started sucking. I took two dicks at once and began to suck them like I did when Dewey and Reese couldn’t agree on who gets a blowjob first and want one together.

At first, the two men balked as I held their cocks in my hand and lathered them up with my spit. They were more than happy to let me continue when I proved that I could handle two dicks at once. I had never fucked two guys at the same time. It was incredibly arousing to have their attention focused on me and get used by both men.

They weren’t trying to turn me on; they were trying to get off. They were a little rough as I alternated between sucking one cock for a few strokes and jerking off the other man. I tried to encourage them to play with my tits, but they just wanted me to pleasure them and nothing more.

That was fine with me. I sucked their dicks like I did the bottle of protein I swallowed at every meal. The more I thought about that, the more I got turned on. The thought occurred to me that they were training me to suckle that bottle like it was a dick. The realization that I was doing that in front of hundreds of students in a lunchroom on an almost daily basis was deeply humiliating but incredibly arousing.

I don’t know why I had become so horny lately. It seemed like I could get wet so easily, and now I was creaming myself while they fucked my ass and pussy and treated me like a fuck doll. It was so hot!

The weirdest part was that when the first guy shot his load, he pulled out of my mouth and came all over my nose and lips. It tasted so much like the creamy protein in the bottle I have three times per day. I was going to swallow it immediately, but my son stopped abruptly before I could.

“Don’t swallow Piggy!” Reese exclaimed. I had forgotten that my sons were watching me go down on these strangers on the patio. My son wanted me to continue sucking with my mouth full of jizz until I finished the second guy. I didn’t question it. I gobbled the other dick and swallowed it down my throat as far as I could.

I had been practicing on my Randy Ellington shaped dildo, and now I was a much better cock sucker than I ever was as an ordinary housewife. I was proud of myself! I was genuinely pleasing this man with just my tongue and lips!

We only had one flickering porch light to see on the patio. Moths flitted around the orange-yellow glow in the darkness. The lamp illuminated the patio pretty well, but it felt like we could be nastier outside now that the sun went down. I realized that anyone walking past would have been able to see five women sucking cock down on their knees in the nude while a bunch of men laughed and enjoyed it.

Once the other girls finished, Timmy and Tommy lined us all up face to face. None of us were allowed to swallow until everyone was finished.

“Now, kiss,” one of the men instructed us once all of the girls had their mouths open and full of jizz. I got the impression that Savannah and Misty had done this before. They seemed unsurprised by the order. They held their mouths open impatiently – almost as if they were simply waiting to get this over with.

Misty kissed her sister. Her sister kissed me, and I assumed I had to kiss my daughter. We passed the cum back and forth while the men hovered around us and watched intently. Each time we kissed, we added the cum from our mouths to a growing ball of jizz.

The potential customers touched our nipples and rubbed our butts as they watched it pass back and forth. I didn’t slap their hands away – it felt good.

“Now go the other way,” the man instructed us to reverse the order of kisses. Julie kissed me, and we passed it back down the line to Crabby. Crabby gargled the cum, so that air bubbles were visible in her mouth. Misty lay flat on her back as if she had done this before. She opened her mouth and looked up. Crabby smiled, leaned over her daughter, and fed her the cum like a mama bird feeding a gummed-up worm to a baby bird. Misty fed Savannah and back down the line to Julie and me.

Each time the taste grew more disgusting, and the cum wad started disappearing as we naturally swallowed a little when we passed it to one another. “Spit it on Crystal’s face!” the man told Julie. It wasn’t a request; this was an order.

Julie walked right over to Crystal and spat cum into her face, and the men openly laughed. I didn’t want Julie to feel humiliated by their laughter. It felt mean spirited, but Julie seemed completely fine with it.

“Okay, Robert, you had your fun,” Crystal obviously knew him. She seemed expectant that he would just go away now that he got his rocks off.

“You look good like this, Crystal. I like the new you. I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe,” he smiled and left with his friends.

“What was that all about? How much did we make?” Julie asked with confusion after they left. She adjusted herself and wiped a little bit of cream from her pussy with her finger. I was surprised that Julie must have gotten wet.

“Nothing, that’s Daddy’s friend,” Misty frowned and explained he used to date her mother before she entered the Program. “He comes by almost every night and makes us play the baby bird game. Before this, he was never nice to me and Savannah, but he HATES my mom now.”

Crabby rubbed her hands and wiped her face. Timmy made her slurp her fingers and swallow every bit of the saliva and cum.

“Look, how many ways can I apologize? Your Daddy knew I was a whore. I like to fuck, and Robert liked me. I used to be hot. I used to be respected! Now, nobody will even let me have a fucking orgasm unless I choke myself on a bowling pin while they laugh at me,” Crabby complained. “I used to be someone’s fantasy, and now I am a walking joke!”

Instead of sympathy, her family laughed at her. “That’s going on your ass for tomorrow!” Misty nodded. She ordered her mother to turn around and present her ass. Crabby didn’t argue or protest. She obeyed slowly and turned around for her daughter.

Misty grabbed a magic marker and sniffed it first – huffing the smell. Then she wrote “I USED TO BE SOMEONE’S FANTASY” on one ass cheek, and “NOW, I AM A WALKING JOKE!” and drew a laughing smiley face above the words. I was surprised by Misty’s excellent handwriting, and her mother’s willingness to simply accept it.

It was a Request, after all, and we were in the Program, but there was more to it than that. They were using their mother’s own words complaining about her situation against her.

“Make a smiley face on her dookie hole,” Timmy insisted as the others laughed. Julie and my family had no malice toward Crabby, so we watched it without comment. Even though Dewey frequently wrote on me or painted me to look like a clown, I felt this was different. They were taunting her – using her own words to humiliate their mother.

“I don’t have enough ink to draw a smiley face big enough for THAT stretched-out sewer hole!” Misty joked as she pinched her nose and pretended to wave away the stink from her mother’s ass.

She grabbed her mother’s chin and forced her head up. “You made your choices. You acted like your shit doesn’t stink. You were someone’s fantasy? But no one’s reality. You are a sad, disgusting joke of a whore now. You want an orgasm? Remember what you told me when I first joined the game? You said that orgasms aren’t for girls. They are for paying customers! You told me to save mine until I had a guy willing to pay to watch it!”

It seemed like Misty just wanted to rub her mother’s nose in her failures. Crabby didn’t crack or cry about it. She also didn’t seem to find it funny the way I would if my sons had drawn something like that on my ass.

She took it in stride, as if she deserved it, and accepted it. I was a little envious about how well Crabby could endure that kind of humiliation. I would have been blushing and giving a big goofy smile.

“I know I was an asshole! I didn’t think you would NEVER play with yourself for fun. I just meant you should save the best ones for when you are getting paid because every guy wants to think he made the hooker cream herself, baby! I am trying to repent and take my medicine like a tough bitch! I saw Jace hand your brothers a little bump. How about you let me have that, and I’ll do whatever the four of you want!”

Misty asked for the vial of cocaine. I couldn’t believe she was going to give it to her mother. Timmy reluctantly handed it over.

“According to boy genius over there, fucking just FOUR men a night for TEN months would be 60,000 bucks! You know how many WE fuck every night? Guess where all that money went? In the one hole on your body, nobody wants to stick their dick in! Your fucking nose.”

Misty turned the cocaine vial upside down and spilled the contents on the patio. Her mother was aghast that it had been wasted. She tried futilely to snort the pebbles and flakes that might be on the concrete floor. Her sons giggled as they watched the woman futilely try to get a little bit of the nose candy off the dirty cement.

“Fuck, why did you do that? Daddy is going to be pissed. He could sell that!” she lamented.

Misty expressed doubt that it was actually valuable or Jace wouldn’t have given it to her as a tip. “You have no fucking common sense!”

“I know, I know, addiction fucks your priorities,” Crabby lamented while scavenging for a few flakes that she could snort. She reminded me of a dog searching for a scrap of food that fell from the table.

“Oh, fuck that noise. You use that excuse every time you get called out for your choices, Mom. It’s tired and played out. Daddy spent tons of money getting you clean.”

“Look, can I just have some water? Maybe a shower?” she begged.

“Yeah, Timmy? Tommy? Whore’s bath!”

Crabby regretted her request and tried to withdraw it as her sons grabbed her and brought her over to a dirty stainless steel bucket. It looked like it had been used as an ice bucket in a motel. They made her squat over it and piss a little while they spat in it.

They had several other buckets. One looked like it used to hold Pickles at a McDonald’s restaurant. I wondered how they came by it and what they used those buckets for.

Crabby seemed to know the drill, and almost anticipate what was expected of her. They didn’t tell her to pee, she just let loose with a warm stream. I wondered what her neighbors thought of her! They were probably as used to spectacles like this as my neighbors were.

I also wondered if I would be expected to do the same thing when we got home now that Dewey and Reese had seen what Timmy and Tommy made their mother do. I was surprisingly turned on by Crabby’s humiliation as I thought about what Mr. and Mrs. Johnson would think if they watched me pee into a bucket outside.

I could tell she knew what was coming next, because when she finished, she didn’t argue or beg. She got down on all fours and stuck her head out above the water. She made a disgusted face as she looked at the water and then acquiesced to what would happen next.

Her sons pushed her head down into the water and began spraying the garden hose over the back of her head as she gasped for air when they released her head. She cussed, but didn’t rise up. She could have easily forced them to stop.

They sprayed the hose in her mouth, ass and pussy. They dunked her head in the water and used it to wash her down. Savannah and Misty observed as if they were watching justice being served.

“How long does this go on?” Julie asked. I wasn’t sure if she felt sorry for Crabby, or if she was just curious. She didn’t seem like she planned to intervene or ask for mercy.

“We’ll sit out here until Midnight or Daddy gets mad. If it’s raining, we can knock, and Lou will usually let us in unless it looks like the rain is going to stop. If we get a knock on the door at 1 am, we’ll answer it and fuck.”

Misty obviously assumed that Julie was asking when they would finally call it a night and stop working.

Misty seemed comfortable with the fact that her brothers were tormenting their mother on the patio where anyone else in their trailer park could watch. She seemed fine with being nude on the patio all night while people walked past their houses and gawked at them or said rude things to us.

I think to her, this was something of a routine. It was blowing my mind that they lived this way, and that Julie was interested in experiencing it. That was the point of our exchange nights in the NIS though.

Julie hadn’t embraced the way the other participants in the NIS lived, the way she had with Misty before.

“I was asking how long they bathe your mom like that. It’s a school night,” Julie observed in horror that they weren’t getting much sleep. She didn’t even comment on her concerns about rain.

“Yeah, that’s another benefit of the NIS. I get extra credit for bad grades!” Misty frowned and said she was never very book smart. “I am just like Staci Starling. The NIS Program wants to give me a free ride to college? What good does that do a whore? I am hoping they will let me take a cash option instead.”

I felt like Misty was being ungrateful about the opportunity she had to get out of this situation. However, it wasn’t my place to say that. Julie clearly disagreed with Misty about the idea that she was locked into this life and had no alternatives.

“Ahh, I bet Dewey could tutor you,” Julie practically volunteered her little brother against his objections. I got the impression this had to do with Dewey’s bad grades. Her hope might be that Dewey would apply himself to be a tutor and learn things just to help Misty and, in turn, improve his grade by developing better study habits that he advised Misty on. That was my hope, anyway.

“Why would you guys do that for us? You are talking about driving us to get groceries and tutoring me? What do you want in return?”

“Nothing,” Julie assured her. “You are my sister in the Program together. We have to look out for each other. I think the point of these exchanges was to evaluate how each of us approaches integrating the Program into our lives, but it has also helped us build bonds. You need help, we can help. Why wouldn’t I do that?”

“Nobody out here does anything for free, Julie. People see kindness as weakness and take advantage of it,” Misty’s upturned lip suggested she still didn’t believe Julie’s intentions were pure.

“All I can ask is that you give me a chance to prove myself. What harm is there in accepting our help?”

“Ultimately, this is all up to Daddy, but I appreciate it,” Misty said begrudgingly.

“I’d like to come back out here and work as a prostitute as well,” Julie offered rather casually.

“See? There it is! You want to come out here and earn? Get some regulars of your own and then start up your own little business. You clearly are hotter than us!” Misty grew suspicious.

“Same deal applies as tonight; the money we earn is split between you and your sister. We’ll clean your house. We can start in different rooms when we finally get your kitchen clean.”

“It’s cleaner than it’s EVER been,” Misty’s sister noted.

“I just told you that Lou won’t let us in the trailer when it rains unless we have a paying customer or the baby needs changing. You WANT this?”

“I am learning so much, and I can’t learn enough in one night. Piggy, you don’t mind coming back, right?”

“No, Ma’am,” I agreed.

“She HAS to say yes,” Misty shrugged.

“I encourage Piggy to tell me the truth. I’d like to come back, but if she doesn’t want to come with me then I have to consider if I am pushing her too hard. This isn’t exactly something I am going to tell Ms. Collins about.”

Misty approved of my daughter’s response, but I think she suspected Julie was just making an excuse so that she could back out later.

“I still have to tell my father and see what he thinks,” Julie added.

“That means you are never going to come back,” Misty decided. Julie asked her why she thought that, and Misty explained that it was an easy out. “You can tell us your Daddy told you that you can’t come and abandon us like everybody else eventually does.”

“I am not going to promise you that I can come out here for the next twenty years and earn for you, Misty. I can’t decide what their reactions are going to be for my brothers or my father. I have to take into account what he thinks. My Dad trusts my decision, but he is still my parent.”

I appreciated Julie seeing it that way. If I didn’t have parental authority, at least Julie felt her father still did.

“What do your brothers have to do with it?” Misty asked.

Julie turned to my sons and asked, “I’d like you guys to come with Piggy and me when I come out here. Would you be open to that?”

“You want us to be your bosses?” Reese and Dewey felt that was a bit over the top.

“Yes, would you?” Julie’s lack of hesitancy surprised me.

“We haven’t really done much. You don’t need us for this,” Reese and Dewey both agreed.

“We’ll do it!” Timmy and Tommy both volunteered to be in charge. My daughter ignored them. It seemed rude, but she was asking Reese and Dewey and not them.

“You don’t have to constantly make me play hopscotch or walk like a duck when we play games at home. You make those requests, and I do them because I agreed that as long as I didn’t have homework or something else to do, I would take your requests. I also agreed to make them up to five minutes long and do more than I’d ever do for you at school,” she explained to her brothers.

“This is a business. I wouldn’t have thought about cleaning up the kitchen because I wanted to rest and sit outside, away from the sink. You did. Think about how Grandma is with Grandpa. She’s the boss, and he knows it, but she doesn’t have to advertise it constantly. This isn’t about doing requests or playing Pop the Booty with Dad for funsies. You’d be managing me and Piggy when we come over, but also making sure we are safe.”

“So, what you are saying is that we can’t put an M-80 in your butt and make you run down the street holding sparklers if you piss us off?” Dewey said.

Julie seemed frustrated by how cavalier Dewey was when he responded to her offer. I think she expected him to take her seriously, but he may have thought that she was joking.

“I don’t know, Dewey. I just know that I don’t want to be here without the two of you and Mom,” Julie answered with a bleak look. I wasn’t sure why it was so important to her to be there in the first place. I knew my daughter was curious about new experiences and open to performing requests that she didn’t personally enjoy doing.

She had worked a night as a whore in a trailer park, I didn’t think she needed to come back, however that was not up to me.

Julie looked at Timmy and Tommy and said, “No offense, but I see why your sisters refuse to let you do more than inspect them and hold the money they earn. You don’t care about them or even how profitable the night is. You are just out here to torment Crabby, and you don’t act like you are in charge, so who WOULD put you in charge? If your Daddy thought you could handle it, don’t you think he’d have told your sisters to listen to you?”

The Gibbons brothers didn’t respond. They were put in check by Julie’s frank observations. I could tell neither of them had ever even considered any of what my daughter said before tonight. I could also tell that Misty and Savannah hadn’t either. They both looked at each other with recognition in their eyes that what my daughter had said was true.

“You boys are bullies when you have a little bit of authority, but you don’t set good examples, instead, you just fool around and tell jokes.”

“Not ALL the time,” Timmy countered defensively, but I think even he realized that the criticism was fair. It was all that he had done that night.

“In your house, girls earn, and men count the money. Lou acts like he is in charge. He doesn’t have to prove it by shouting and waving around a gun or making threats,” Julie added

“He makes threats, SOMETIMES,” Misty’s younger sister corrected.

“Does he ever act upon them?”

“No, because we all know better than to test him,” Savannah replied.

“Exactly, he keeps his word. He does what he says. He sets realistic expectations. I think what I enjoy about the Pop the Booty game at home is that we are safe, and we can experiment with things. Whenever I lose, I know you guys are not going to think not only about your pleasure but also about us and boundaries, and we’ve made mistakes. At first, your game made no sense, and it, frankly, sucked ass. We played anyway, and over time, it’s gotten better.”

Dewey, Reese, and I agreed with Julie. However, neither Dewey nor Reese offered to be Julie’s boss if she wanted to try this again. I don’t think either of them felt up to it after Julie’s observation that Timmy and Tommy were simply bullies who liked to tease their mom and fool around outside.

“If you will come out here and be my boss, or whatever you want to call it, I can’t pay you. It’s your time that you will be giving me, so I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

I was just as surprised as Dewey and Reese by my daughter’s offer. They seemed confused.

“We can negotiate so that you get something out of it. I know it’s a lot to ask of both of you, and you aren’t in the Program. It’s also possible their Daddy won’t want us coming around, or our Dad will have a hard time with it, and with how busy I am with the Program and school, we may not even come out here very often, but when we do, I’d like you to be in my corner, like a coach.”

“A coach? More like a pimp,” Crabby scoffed when she heard Julie talking to her brothers about returning to their trailer.

“You know what your problem is, girlie? You think too much, and you talk too much! This isn’t rocket science, and girls don’t get to pick their pimps. If Daddy says I must listen to my sons, then I have to do it. If he suddenly decides that Misty or Savannah are getting too big for their britches, then he’d tell them the same thing he would me. I can God damn guarantee you of one thing, by the time they are 16, they’ll be running their sisters.”

I laughed out loud, because I was immediately reminded of how much my husband says, “God Damn”. No one else understood why I laughed, and I didn’t explain myself. I blushed and looked down.

Crabby ignored my abrupt laugh and looked directly at Julie. She seemed amused by the prospect that her sons would overtake her daughters in the hierarchy around the house instead of horrified. I think she either saw it as the natural order of things, or maybe she felt turnabout was fair play. She may have been treated as a little cum pig by her daughters now, but I got the impression that maybe she wanted to see them have to answer to the boys the same way that she did as a type of karmic justice.

It seemed kind of rotten to wish that on anyone. Even though I enjoyed being told what to do by my family, I saw that as entirely different. I liked making them happy, and they weren’t mean little shits like Timmy and Tommy.

The weirdest part of it all was that despite my conclusions about all of this, there was a voice in my head that agreed with Crabby. I was increasingly seeing the logic in just doing what I was told. If Julie had told me to obey Timmy and Tommy, then I would. She was my Trainer, after all, and I wouldn’t complain about it.

I knew that sounded illogical, but I could understand why they could be so rough with their mom. Crabby kind of brought it on herself and wouldn’t respect people who were nice to her. She’d walk all over them. I also felt they were just curious like Dewey and were probably experimenting to see how far they could push things like he often did with me.

In that sense, I revised my opinion of Timmy and Tommy from rotten little brats to boys much like Dewey, who were just making requests to satisfy their curiosity and have a little fun.

Julie, on the other hand, had an entirely different response.

“You might be right, Crabby, but my Dad would never tell me that I HAVE to obey my brothers. I am a big believer in consent. My loyalty would only go about as far as they can physically MAKE me do something. I am choosing to consent to this arrangement when I am at your house.”

Julie didn’t provide any more detail in her response. I had never known her to be shy about expressing her opinion before.