Chapter 31

“No, not at all,” Barbie replied politely. She had wondered just how pervasive the BDSM training was around the house. She fantasized about her brother keeping HER in a cage in his room so he could use her any time he wanted ever since this started. Becky’s mother was apparently caged for two days as part of her punishment.

The fact that Barbie had very little insight into how the Simmon’s family really lived had only served to fuel her imagination that things were far more extreme than they probably were.

“Did getting spanked by your son freak you out?” Candy asked while the girls got ready.

“Nah, Brody has seen me get spanked plenty of times. I was just glad he didn’t use a ruler. I’ve had my entire ass striped pretty badly. It’s just a little pink. Do you see any bruises?” Candy turned her backside to Barbie so that she could look at it.

“No, it’s rosy-red, but I don’t see any real bruising,” Barbie replied. “Do you think it is going to make it difficult to tell Brody what to do after he spanked you?”

“Brody usually never did what I told him anyway,” Candy laughed. Barbie was used to her own mother ruling the roost at home. It was surreal to hear Candy admit that she never really had much authority to begin with. It made sense, though.

“I hope that little snot gobbler doesn’t try spanking me next!” Becky added. She was straightening her hair and checking herself out in the mirror.

“Why not? I thought being spanked helped put you into a more placid and calm mindset?” Barbie asked.

“I don’t want my grubby little cousin rubbing his hands all over me,” Becky assured the other girls that it would creep her out.

“Yeah, well, if Harlan tells him he can spank you, then you are going to bend over and let your ass whistle while he does,” Candy admitted.

“Yeah, but I don’t have to like it!” Becky harrumphed playfully and folded her arms across her bare chest. Becky’s response confused Barbie because she wasn’t sure if she enjoyed being spanked for pleasure or she just liked the way it made her feel after it was all over. Barbie thought spanking was supposed to be a punishment, but she was beginning to see it as more than that.

Candy wasn’t sitting down. Her ass stung more than she cared to admit from the spanking she had just received. She was looking at herself in the mirror. She was switching between applying her eyelashes and painting her nails at the same time as she reflected on the intensity of what just happened with Brody. It helped to tune things out, and she liked looking at herself in the mirror – at least at her face. She hated the fact she was pregnant.

Candy’s huge tits and swollen tummy turned on a lot of weird customers that liked to suck on her nipples and rub her tummy. Most of her regulars had stuck with her, but it had cut into most of her regular business at the club and made getting table dances much more difficult.

“Hey, why don’t you cunts skip the dance and come to the club to make a little scratch?” Candy asked as she applied eyeliner.

“You know we aren’t old enough to work there,” Becky grunted angrily. Things were different when Candy was a teenager. They didn’t ask for ID. The manager would smirk and say, “Just remember to bring it next time.”

“You don’t have to work there, dumb-dumb,” Candy said. “You two little dick-suckers could work behind the club. I tease them, and then when they get all worked up, I send them out back, and you whores do the pleasing. We split it 50/50,” Candy said.

“Shit, anything I earn I am keeping,” Becky blew a breath out of her mouth, dismissively laughing at the very suggestion she split any earnings with her Aunt.

“This would be a partnership – an assembly line. I tease them and send them your way. You close the deal. They will already be so horny by the time I send them your way all you have to do is blow on them hard, and they’ll bust their nut,” Candy explained.

“I don’t think Miss pretty pussy is ready to go turning tricks behind a titty bar,” Becky sounded tough. She wasn’t sure SHE was ready to be that hardcore herself. She had charged men for sex before plenty of times, but she wasn’t quite as sexually ambitious as her mother or her Aunt.

“If Joe tells me to do it with you, I will,” Barbie offered meekly. She was already dressed and ready to go. She didn’t put on a lot of make-up. The dress she was wearing was extraordinarily trashy and showed off a lot of skin. There was so much side-boob showing that it was just a matter of time before one of her tits popped out for an extreme wardrobe malfunction. There was a good chance she’d get kicked out of the dance. She would do whatever Joe decided.

Becky didn’t challenge her. She didn’t want to seem like she was the one who had reservations about her Aunt’s suggestion.

So if it’s a partnership, how come you keep half and we share a half?” Becky inquired.

“Fine, we each get a fourth,” Candy offered like a dumb bimbo.

Barbie corrected her that the money split three ways would be in thirds.

“Yeah, but Dylan and Joe will want money to stand guard out there, and I’ll have to pay the bouncer who watches the back parking lot to look the other way,” Candy was streetwise savvy and a lot better at understanding how to set up scams than either Becky or Barbie would ever be,

The cops had recently begun harassing customers at the Landing Strip. They didn’t want to shut it down. They were some of the best customers at the bar. They just wanted an increased cut of profits for protection money.

Most of the girls did what they called a “Tip” in the private dance area. They would let men stick the tips of their cock inside of them. “The local cops have been busting us for it. You girls can do tips, sucks, blows, full-on fucky-sucky out there behind the bar! No one will give a shit.”

“I don’t want to fuck strangers behind a stinky dumpster, Candy,” Becky was now dressed for the dance as well. She had on a little more make-up, but her dress was just as trashy as the one Barbie had on. The difference was that Becky CHOSE that dress from the ones in her closet.

Barbie elected to emulate Becky’s make-up and apply more blue eyeshadow and cherry red lipstick.

You can easily make five hundred bucks each,” Candy said. The words resonated with Becky, and she heard a cash-register go off in her mind.

Candy sweetened the deal and said that as long as the girls were nice to the bouncer that watches the back parking lot, he’ll probably bring out some Xima for them to drink.

“What the fuck is a Xima?” Becky asked.

“It’s like a Whiteclaw but from the 1990s. It tastes like shit, but it will get you fucked up with a quickness,” Candy smiled at her niece.

Becky looked at Barbie to see if she would really be interested in her Aunt’s offer. It was started to sound pretty good to Becky.

Barbie was about to say that it would really be up to Joe if she participated or not when Harlan threw the doors open.

“Still fiddle-fucking around? You bitches would play with yourself all night if a man didn’t keep you in line. Get in the fucking truck! NOW!” he demanded. He wasn’t angry with Becky and Barbie, but he was clearly impatient about leaving, and most of his focus was on his sister because she was still not dressed or ready.

“Hold your horses, Harlan! You can’t rush perfection!” Candy was the only one still naked. She was putting in some earrings and clearly taking her time getting ready.

Harlan grabbed her and hurried the other two girls out. “You are riding in the back of the truck anyway,” he commented. Candy protested and grabbed at her stripper outfit as Harlan dragged her through the trailer outside where Dylan and Joe were waiting.

Dylan looked incredibly impressed with his date. Barbie was stunning. Joe was impressed at how slutty his little sister looked. It was a total transformation as the blonde girls approached the truck.

“There ain’t no room in the cab for your fat ass,” Harlan helped his sister into the back of the truck.

“Harlan, I am fucking pregnant,” she reminded him. He threw her G-string and bikini top at her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll drop your fat ass first! You can put your outfit on in the back of the truck, so you are ready to dance as soon as I drop you off!” he insisted.

“I need my make-up caboodle and a coat or something! It’s windy, Harlan!” Candy’s protests were ignored.

Becky quickly told Joe and Dylan about Candy’s offer and asked them what they thought. “Do you still want to go to the dance? I am down to do whatever,” she asked as if it didn’t matter to her what they decided. She would go along with whatever the plan was for the evening.

Joe thought about what Candy’s offer as they rode in the cab of the truck. Five hundred dollars sounded like total bullshit but it would be nice to have that money. There were a lot of things he could do with it.

His sister had only lost her virginity (to him) the previous night. She had been giving blowjobs but she had never been properly fucked in the ass either. Becky may have been rough and ready to throw down with whoever and whatever behind a strip club but he didn’t think his sister would be ready.

She certainly looked eager but it was all up to him now. Dylan didn’t seem concerned one way or the other. Becky may have behaved submissively at times but it was pretty obvious that she was a force of nature and would do what she was going to do regardless of the consequences to herself or anyone around her if she made her mind up about it.

Dylan has his hand around Barbie’s tummy, acting like a lap belt as the old truck bounced along on its worn out springs. Joe put his arm much higher around Becky, feeling her tits under his forearm. Of course Becky had complained about him getting fresh with her but after a couple of half-hearted attempts to pull his arm down off her chest, she gave up. His arm did feel nice pushing her nipples into her juggling boobs anyway, she decided.

The Landing Strip was only a half a mile away from the school. The club owners often wrote a note welcoming Graduating Seniors to consider applying for a job at the club right after they graduated.

When Harlan stopped the truck next to the Landing Strip, he rapped on the cab roof to tell Candy to get out then sighed before opening his door and getting out to help Candy down, muttering about how he was going to be late.

Candy hadn’t grabbed a jacket but she had managed to get her cigarettes. She was puffing on a smoke when they pulled up. She had managed to put on her skimpy pink T-bar thong and bikini top she’d wear to dance in. She took her time getting out of the truck.

Joe reached down and opened his door too, pushing Becky off his lap and out the door. “We’ll walk from here Mr. Simmons,” Joe said. Harlan nodded approvingly. He really didn’t care and it was one less stop for him. He trusted Joe and Dylan to protect the girls during the short walk to the High School.

“We really doing this?” Barbie asked as her feet hit the ground.

“We’re getting out so Harlan doesn’t have to backtrack,” Joe assured his date.

“He doesn’t mind,” Becky assured him.

“You ever wonder why your dad always seems to be grumpy?” Joe asked Becky.

“No, of course not. He’s just lazy and stuff. Don’t mind him. We don’t,” she said.

“And THAT’S why he’s always grumpy!” Joe declared. “We can either walk down the road to the school or talk more about the opportunity Candy suggested. Just not with her terms. They suck.”

“Five hundred smackers doesn’t sound too sucky to me!” Becky exclaimed quietly so her father wouldn’t hear. Harlan honked once and drove off to visit Fred and concoct some get-rich scheme after borrowing some money from him.

Candy stood in the parking lot and took a drag. “Okay, good. You want to make some money instead of doing some foolish high school dance. Go around to the back and strip down. Give me about thirty minutes to work it out with the bouncer and start sending customers back to you. 20 dollars for head, 50 dollars for a straight fuck and a hundred for anything they want. The trick will pay Dylan or Joe that way no money ever changes hands with you. Dylan and Joe will work security and keep you two little gashes focused on sucking and fucking instead of fucking around and playing with yourselves, Sound like a plan, Stan?”