Chapter 2: Contract Negotiations

I drove the girls over to a shopping center where I could park while we talked. Before I started, I took my seatbelt off and took a couple of deep breaths while I turned to face them. I wanted to sound calm and reasonable. And educated. The Army paid for my college and I usually sound educated, but spend two minutes with my sister and her people and I sound like I grew up in the ghetto again.

“Okay, to start with, I’m Larry Wilkins. Most people know me as the head coach at West Central High, the team that you played against tonight. I am responsible for all physical education and athletic programs at W-C. I do my best to be a role model for the kids. I act intelligent, sound educated, and am trustworthy and honest and thrifty and clean and all that shit. It’s hard enough for those kids to escape from their surroundings with our help. Without proof it can be done, a lot of them just give up and add to the problem.”

“There’s several of us who grew up here, got out, and then came back to see who we could help. Of course, there are others, like my sister, who succeeded without ever leaving the neighborhood, but not many people look up to her. She’s not exactly a pillar of the community.”

“Besides school, I also usually have something else going on that maybe shouldn’t be looked at too closely. Me and several of my friends try to fight fire with fire. Sometimes literally. Every time the Italians set up a betting office in our neighborhood, or the Irish set up a whorehouse, or the Colombians set up a crackhouse, we make the building they are using have a little accident. If we can, we make their people stay in there with their dice or drugs or whatever while it burns down.

You do that three or four times and they learn to leave your neighborhood alone, right? They aren’t the only ones, though. City Hall is full of corrupt people who want to steal whatever they can, and there are always free-lancers ready to fuck us over.”

I looked at the girl in the back seat. “I don’t know if you knew this, but your coach likes little girls. Well, not so little, but still. Did she ever invite you into her bed? I know that she is sleeping with some of your teammates, and it’s nothing new. She got kicked out of her last two teaching positions for sleeping with her students. And cheating.”

“West Central didn’t have any business being in the finals with you. Nobody thinks we could have beaten you in a fair contest. We’ve got one, maybe two girls who belong on a high school varsity team. The rest would be on JV at your school. There’s no way we belonged in the finals. Although, your team shouldn’t have been there, either. That cunt paid a lot of money to make sure that you made it into the finals. At least one of the games you won was rigged.”

“She also spent a lot of money making sure that the one team she knew you could beat made it to the finals with you. At least three of our games were rigged, too. That we know of. There may have been more.”

“And we know of four different people she bribed, to ensure that the referees in that game sided with your team no matter what the question was. She isn’t at all interested in finding out which team plays basketball better. She wanted to win the district, and she didn’t care who got fucked over to do it. Now, I agree that what we did tonight was absolutely wrong, but things got kinda out of hand when we started planning how to shut your coach down.”

I turned back to the stacked redhead beside me, wearing a transparent blouse that was way too small for her. “And where did that cunt get all that bribe money? She got it all from your school’s booster club. She told you parents that if she got enough money, she could guarantee a championship this year. You may have thought she was spending it on better equipment to practice with, but she didn’t. She spent it all buying coaches and referees. Everyone who contributed to your booster club is just as guilty of cheating as she is.”

“Anyway, you two were collateral damage in an operation to shut down some corruption that really pissed us off. Our children don’t expect life to be fair, but they shouldn’t have to play sports in a high school league that cheats to ensure they lose. So, we set up a trap to fuck over the people who would have benefited from that cunt’s cheating. Her mostly, but also the girls on her team. And all the parents of the girls on the team who supported their cheating coach. And anyone who bet on your team is out a lot of money.”

“That riot? None of that was spontaneous. It was all planned. Everyone in the whole school knew what was supposed to happen and they did their part. Hell, everyone in the whole ‘hood knew!”

“And a whole lot of men came to see if they could get their own stuck up white bitch to take home and fuck for a while. Probably the only white woman in that whole gym tonight who didn’t get tied up and taken home to be fucked is our school secretary Mrs. Huffman. She’s about fifty and getting kinda hefty, so she was probably safe anyway, but everyone here knows her and knows she’s one of us. I don’t think anybody’s going to tie her up. Unless she asks them to, maybe.”

“We took some of the men, too, if we could identify them as parents of the girls on your team. You remember when Tiny bent you over the table after the game and fucked you right in front of everyone? And Slim shoved his dick down your throat while you were screaming? Well, your husband’s doing that same exact thing right now that you were doing then.”

“Your husband is just as guilty as that cunt was. He’s been bribing people to set this game up. I didn’t know you, but I knew your husband as soon as I saw him. He’s been taken care of right. There’s a club downtown, the Top Hat Gentlemen’s Club. It’s a club for men who prefer other men, and most of the members prefer that their man-bitches didn’t volunteer.”

“After the game, some of the boys tied your husband and the refs and a couple of other fathers up and delivered them to that club as gifts. They’re going to fuck the referees a couple of times and teach them how to suck cock, then let them go after they make movies of them admitting taking money to throw the game. The other men might be let go after getting fucked a couple of times, or they may keep them. That’s not my decision.”

“Your husband was one of the organizers, though. He paid a lot of money to make sure Virgin Miller won. They are supposed to make a movie of him admitting what a bastard he is, but they are going to keep him afterwards. He’s going to be somebody’s bitch slave. I can just about guarantee that he’s getting cock at both ends right now while we’re talking. Of course, he doesn’t have a pussy like you, so he’s taking his new owner’s cock up his ass. Have you ever had a cock up your ass, honey?”

Mommy nodded slowly, her eyes wide over her gag.

“Did you like it?”

She shook her head sideways a lot faster than she had nodded up and down. I liked the way that made her chest move.

“Okay, there are things you want to say, and there are things I want to hear you say. They may not be the same things, but we both want you to be able to speak. So, I’m going to take your gags out. You’re also both beautiful women and I want to see you better, so I’m also going to undo your clothes. Note that I’m not asking you permission, you’re both bitch whores and men don’t ask you for permission to do anything. I’m just letting you know what I’m doing so that you don’t freak out. I’m going to open your clothes up, and then I’m going to take your gags out. You both want your gags out, right?”

I got nods from both of them. “Good. Now, both of you scoot closer to me. Come on, I’m not stretching out to touch you, you have to come to me. That’s right, that’s good. Now you, honey. Scoot up to where I can reach you. Good.”

I took my time, stroking both of their faces before asking mommy “You’re a trophy wife, aren’t you? You married him because he had money, and he married you because you were so beautiful. We’ll talk about that later.” Then I turned to the daughter and asked “Do you have any brothers or sisters? ‘Cause that would change what we’re doing.” She shook her head no. Good. That would really complicate shit.

I made mommy scoot closer to me and I undid all the buttons on her blouse and let those babies out. Since Gail’s blouse had been just placed over her shoulders and buttoned up, it fell off onto the seat. Those things were already beginning to show the bruises from all the times they’d been hit or squeezed or pinched. Yes, I made sure they were all right and hadn’t been injured too badly in all the goings-on tonight. Okay, I fondled them.

I had privileges at the Crib with Lucy’s girls. They didn’t like having to put out without getting paid, but they liked being with a man who didn’t hit them. They all knew that if I asked for something and they refused, I’d just send them back to Lucy or Gail or whoever was in charge at the time and get another girl. Lucy and Gail and the others would beat the shit out of them for saying no, of course. It was part of their training. I helped teach the new girls that bitch whores did whatever their customer wanted them to do.

Maybe you should consider me as staff for the house, right? An unpaid worker who took compensation in trade. It wasn’t my job to beat them up. Lucy had men, and some of the other women, to do that when it was needed. No, I was the quality-control inspector. It was my job to verify that the girls were willing to do whatever I asked. Maybe I was jaded some, but I liked being able to walk into Lucy’s whorehouse and tell any girl there to do whatever I wanted at the time. And I didn’t need to get paid for my ‘work’. As half-owner, I got part of the profits.

Anyway, some of Lucy’s girls had bigger tits than mommy but they sagged a lot from being out in the weather all the time. These two had spent their life protected and supported, and they didn’t sag very much at all. I’d have to take care of them if they were going to be mine. And they liked being mine. They perked right up with what I was doing.

When mommy started whining I told her that. “I’ll get your gag in a minute. I have to make sure these things haven’t been injured first.” I’m going to get your titties used to being handled by me, before I have to start listening to your babbling. I should say that.

“Besides, it’s good practice for you. I own these things. If I want to play with your titties, you patiently sit there and be still and enjoy it until I’m done. You really don’t want to irritate a man who’s playing with your titties. Especially when you’re tied up and can’t get away. I can make them feel good like I am right now, or I can make them hurt a lot. You don’t want me to make your titties hurt. You want me to play with them and make them feel good. Now, don’t move.”

I turned to her daughter in the back seat. “Can you see your mother’s titties? Scoot up and lean over the seat. Look at her nipples. That means she likes what I’m doing. She’s even leaning towards me some more. That’s what a man wants you to do when he plays with your titties. He wants your nipples to get hard to show him how much you like it. When you lean forward like your mother is doing it’s like saying ‘yes please do that more’. Men really like it when you say that.”

I could only get one arm over the seat to undo the daughter’s bathrobe, but that was enough. Once I had the belt untied I pushed it off her shoulders, too. Now I could play with her titties while her mommy watched. Her nipples were already hard. Maybe she’s cold, maybe she’s aroused. Either way, I spent a few minutes chasing her titties around with one hand while I fondled her mother with the other.

After a bit I asked mommy “Are you ready for me to take your gag out?” Fast nodding.

“Okay, but I’m not giving you permission to talk just yet. When I take the gag out, you can say one of two things. If you say anything else, the gag goes back in. You got that?” More nodding.

“Either you say ‘Please make my titties hurt.’ or you say ‘I love what you are doing. Please don’t stop.’ Okay?” Slower, but still nodding. “You decided which one you are going to say?” Nodding.

It was a standard ballgag with an elastic band. We bought them by the dozen for the Crib’s dungeon. I pulled it out and dropped it around her neck next to her dog collar. Then I could get back to fondling two sets of tits while she worked her mouth for a few seconds.

Maybe she needs to be prompted. “What do you want to tell me? Do you want me to make your titties hurt?”

“No, I love what you are doing. Please don’t stop.”

“Very good. And, what am I doing?”

“You’re ... fondling me.”

“I’m playing with your titties, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you’re playing with my titties.”

“And you like it?”

“Yes, I like it. Please don’t stop.”

“Okay, that’s what I want to hear whenever I do this. And I can play with your titties whenever I want, can’t I?”

“You really want me to say that?”

“Unless you want to go back to that whorehouse, yes.”

“Then you can play with my titties whenever you want. I don’t want to go back to the whorehouse.”

“Right. And, since you know to lean forward any time I want your titties, I don’t need to keep your leash on. If I ever reach for your titties and they don’t come to me on their own, I’ll put that leash back on and probably tie you up again, too, until you’ve learned that they’re mine to play with whenever I want. Okay, now, I’m not calling you a bitch. I’m just asking you a question. Do you know the difference between ‘being a bitch’ and ‘being someone’s bitch’?”

“No ... no, I don’t think so.”

“How about you, honey? Do you know the difference?” I was looking at her daughter over the seat back. She shook her head.

“Okay, they’re related but they aren’t the same. ‘A bitch’ is someone who is just troublesome because they think they are special. No one likes a bitch. Being ‘someone’s bitch’ is different. That’s when you do whatever they tell you, because that’s your relationship. They are someone who can tell you what to do and you do it. You’re their bitch. They can say ‘Bitch, do this’, and you do it. It’s got nothing to do with attitude or manners or anything like that.”