Chapter 10

Scarlet was already awake. Gail could tell because the smell of bacon and country ham wafted through the air as she left the room she shared with her son. As they got closer to the kitchen, they could smell eggs and hear the sounds of Scarlet singing to herself. Blaine’s Aunt was in a good mood.

Leonard had fucked her extra hard the night before and gave her a lot of attention. She was naked and wearing a red collar and her butt plug. Scarlet had freshly done her hair and makeup and was joyously singing along to the radio. She was lost in her own little word, shaking her bare butt and dancing around the kitchen as she made breakfast.

“She came in through the bathroom window, Protected by a silver spoon!
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders by the banks of her own lagoon.
Didn’t anybody tell her?
Didn’t anybody see?

Sunday’s on the phone to Monday
Tuesday’s on the phone to me
She said she’d always been a dancer
She worked at fifteen clubs a day
And though she thought I knew the answer
Well, I knew what I could not say.”

“The Beatles?” Gail thought she recognized the song. The singer’s raspy voice didn’t sound like John Lennon or Paul McCartney at all.

“I think it’s Joe Cocker!” Scarlet’s bright eyes twinkled as she sliced some biscuit dough. “Good morning, Ma’am. Are you ready to work with your little sister?”

“I’m not used to being called Ma’am. It makes me feel a little old,” Gail admitted as she took a seat at the kitchen table. Blaine joined her.

“I meant it as a sign of respect. If you want me to call you something else, you can ask my husband. I am sure he wouldn’t mind as long as it’s not just plain Gail. He has a thing about being on a first-name basis.”

“The question is, will you mind?”

“I told you last night, Ma’am. I am game. This is going to be fun. I really have been slacking off. That would be fantastic if you could get me more business and keep me organized. I didn’t know Leonard wanted you to be my manager, but I had the same idea. You needed a job, but you are overqualified to manage a few appointments. It makes perfect sense to me, that you’ll be responsible for me,” she said as she licked some of the batter she was using off the spatula. Blaine got an instant hard-on watching his Aunt’s tongue clean her spatula.

Scarlet hadn’t meant the act to be seductive or sexy. She exuded a kind of sexuality at all times, and even simple mundane things she did often came across that way.

Gail felt like this was glorified babysitting, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted her son to be exposed to the sordid details of her sister’s life. However, it was a bit too late to back out now.

“What about you, Sir? Are you going to be my Assistant Manager?”

“Sir?” Gail and Blaine asked at the same time.

“Sure? If he is your second in command, we can’t be on a first-name basis during the day. I didn’t mean to offend either of you. Leonard didn’t tell me what to call Blaine.”

“You just called your husband, Leonard. That’s a first name,” Gail pointed out. She was fine with being called Ma’am and even flattered by the elevation in status. She wasn’t comfortable with an adult calling a teenage boy “Sir.”

Leonard was just coming out of his bathroom after a shower. He was dressed for work.” My ears were burning. I just heard my name,” he said as he walked into the room.

“If I am addressing my husband, I am supposed to call him Sir. I can still say his name if I am talking about him. It would be confusing if I said Sir without acknowledging which Sir I am talking about.”

Leonard grabbed his wife and gave her a passionate kiss. “Oh, you guys are strategizing about what you are going to do today? That’s great! As a rule of thumb, do for Gail whatever you would do for me.”

“My sister doesn’t like being called Ma’am, and Blaine doesn’t like being called Sir,” Scarlet explained. Blaine didn’t mind it at all. He was just shocked when his Aunt called him Sir because he certainly didn’t feel like he was an authority figure.

“I can understand that. I don’t go in for that much speech protocol, Gail. It serves a purpose, though. It establishes who is the boss and who isn’t. Every time she calls you, Ma’am, she acknowledges you are in charge. Is there something you’d prefer? Mrs. Gail?”

“Actually, I quite like that,” Gail admitted.

“Alright, Sport. What about you? I would figure you would like being called Sir. You seem like you are into Kings and Nobles. How about Mr. Blaine?”

“I just think it’s not appropriate for an adult to refer to a teenage boy as anything other than his first name,” Gail answered before Blaine could agree.

“I really didn’t think about it, to be quite honest,” Leonard shrugged. He was ambivalent about what his wife called his nephew. He was more interested in Gail and he knew they were kind of a package deal. He saw Blaine’s involvement as mostly superfluous. If he added value, great. If he didn’t, then that was fine as well.

“I don’t mind it at all. I was just shocked,” Blaine spoke up.

“Do you call Alex Sir? Do you call Erica Ma’am?” Gail asked indignantly. Leonard didn’t like her tone. She sounded like she was being judgmental about their lifestyle.

“No, but that’s because Scarlet was supposed to discipline our kids and keep them out of mischief, but she often acts just like them. They call her Mom, but I wouldn’t care if they called her Scarlet, Twat, Bitch, or Honey-baby if they were so inclined.

Scarlet smirked without commenting.

Alex and his sister joined them shortly after that. They were dressed for school. Erica had decided to go to school without panties. She was feeling particularly horny after her night with her parents. She had been largely playing second fiddle to her mother. She was going to make some lucky boy at school’s day today and fuck the shit out of him if she could. Then she’d make Blaine’s life hell when she got a chance after school.

“Let’s play it by ear. If it’s a deal breaker, she’ll just call him Blaine. I am not going to argue over it. I hired you to remove stress, not create more stress. However, I will warn you, Gail. You sounded like you were being judgmental. Scarlet was trying to show you and your son some respect. That’s not something you should see as an insult.”

“It’s fine, and I am sorry, Sir. You are right. I’m just not used to anything like this,” Gail admitted. Leonard was her new boss and to make this work, she had to try to get along with him.

“Yeah, I wish I had a big notebook with pages of rules and procedures. I don’t. We’ve been living like this for so long that I sometimes don’t even remember why things work like they do. I just know that they work and that I like it that way. Today is a learning day for you and Blaine. You can start working on drumming up business. Scarlet will take you through what she does and explain things.”

“Do you want me to start a notebook of standard household rules and procedures, Sir?” Blaine asked his Uncle.

“That would actually be pretty cool. I always wanted to get that organized, but I never had the time, and my wife is so well-trained that I just haven’t felt the need to. I am not much of a rules lawyer. I try not to be arbitrary, and I’ve been known to change my mind when someone makes a good case. However, I tend to operate with common sense and the outcome I am looking to achieve in mind.”

“The rules would probably be for our benefit. Last night, you told us that Scarlet has to ask permission to go pee or poop and gave us specific time limits to finish. You went over it so fast that I don’t remember it all.”

“Details like that would be great to have written down. I guess you are right. It’s like asking a baseball player how many strikes do you get when you are at bat. It’s so ingrained into my head that I didn’t realize it may be an adjustment for you,” Leonard said before turning to Scarlet. “Make sure today that you remind them of your limits, boundaries, and requirements, and if I find out you weren’t forthcoming about everything, then you’ll wish that all you had to do was laps around the house!”

“Yes, Master!”

“Why don’t you let me be Assistant Manager, Daddy? I know Mom’s bathroom times. She can beg to shit or piss once every two hours. She gets 5-8 minutes to take a piss and up to 15 minutes to take a shit,” Erica said bluntly.

Blaine noticed that Erica used the word “beg” instead of just asking for permission. Scarlet nodded and flipped the scrambled eggs. She blushed a little because she knew her sister was probably freaking out about how strict things were at her house.

“This is the first time you’ve ever expressed an interest in being in charge of your Mom,” Leonard frowned. He was perceptive enough to hear a little jealousy in his daughter’s voice. “You will be at school, and most of this happens during the day.”

“We are out of school in a couple of weeks, Daddy!”

“We’ll see when the time comes. Blaine may decide this is too much of a hassle or not work out. I don’t need TWO assistants to the manager. I’ve already offered him the job. In any case, you and your mom are thick as thieves and get up to mischief together all the time. You need to work on your own grades and behavior before you start managing hers.”

Erica frowned. That was not what she expected to hear. She would take out her frustrations on her cousin even harder after school. She sat down at the kitchen table. Blaine noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties under her skirt. No one else noticed. Erica caught her cousin staring at her.

“See something you like?” she asked him coyly.

Leonard and the others noticed that Blaine had been staring and frowned. However, Erica is a pretty girl, and Leonard doesn’t really blame him. He assumed Blaine was just really horny.

The family ate breakfast while Scarlet remained standing so she could serve the plates and fill the drinks.

“At Lunch, your wife is supposed to stand while it’s just the three of us?” Gail asked.

“The short answer is yes. I’d prefer that. Scarlet will tell you today what is expected of her. She was usually home alone while the kids went to school, and so I can see why she sat down on her fat ass instead of standing. There was no one to serve. It’s a good habit for her to be in and strengthen her sexy calves,” Leonard said as he wiped his mouth and complimented his wife on an outstanding breakfast. “You’ll have to explain to them WHY You do the things you do, Slut. Can you do that?” he asked his wife while smacking her softly on the butt.

“Yes, Master. I just don’t want to make my sister and nephew uncomfortable today. If they tell me to do something contrary to your expectations. What should I do?”

“Unless it’s to go play in traffic or give away your pussy for free, I would say do it. Then we can talk about it later. I can’t predict every scenario that might come up, and unfortunately, I can’t be home to supervise,” he said as he rose from the table. He looked at Gail and promised this would be on-the-job training. “I am convinced you are the best person for the job. If you make a mistake, don’t worry. I am not going to come down too hard on you. I hope you like running laps around the outside of the house, though?” he grinned playfully and left.

Gail was aghast at the very notion that she’d be sent to run laps. She hoped that her new boss was just kidding. Alex and Erica had to catch the bus. “I’ll see you later, Blaine,” Erica gave her cousin a wicked glance over her shoulder as she left for school.

“I have thirty minutes to clean the kitchen. I really don’t have anything planned after that, Mrs. Gail. My husband set a time limit so that I don’t dilly-dally. If I exceed the thirty minutes, then he usually punishes me, but I almost always get it done.”

“Where is your list of appointments?” Gail had no interest in punishing her sister.

“Oh? Um, it’s around here somewhere. I only have three,” Gail said. She had to spend a few minutes looking for it. She had written them down on the back of an envelope from some mail she opened. The notes were fairly cryptic, with only first names and sometimes. There was a ring from a drink that had been placed on the envelope that made it illegible.

Gail could see why Leonard wanted help. “What does this even say?”

“I have Joel coming over at 10 am. He’s a quick fuck and sucks. I am supposed to charge him $100, but he always tries to barter with me, and sometimes it’s a really good deal. I have Mr. Greely coming over at 1 pm. He likes spreading peanut butter on my asshole and eating me like I am peanut butter and Jelly. I only charged him $50 because he was in and out. I am supposed to charge $100. I can’t read the third name,” Scarlet narrowed her eyes and tried to read her own illegible, smudged handwriting. She had to turn it upside down to figure it out. “Oh yeah, that’s 4 pm. That’s an Asian guy. I forget his name. I can’t remember what he wants, but it’s probably two hundred for him.”

Scarlet was very casual about revealing the details of her sexual escapades to Gail and Blaine. Gail found it offensive that her son had to hear about it. She cringed over even these small details. However, she resolved to the fact that it would be up to them to set the prices and keep an eye on her.

“Aren’t you supposed to know what the guy wants to do before he gets here? And who are you letting in and out of your house?” Gail asked.

“In a perfect world, yes. Sometimes I like to be surprised. He isn’t going to want to set me on fire or shoot bottle rockets out of my ass or something. Leonard never made me keep great notes. I am sorry I wasn’t better organized.”

“Your husband bragged that you were a well-oiled machine, and you told me this job paid well,” Gail narrowed her eyes angrily at her sister. She couldn’t do the math in her head quickly, so she asked Blaine to tell her what 20% of those daily earnings would be.

“If they all pay what they are supposed to, that would be $400 in total, and 20% is 80 bucks,” Blaine calculated.

“That’s 10 bucks an hour to babysit you, and if I split it with my son, that’s five bucks an hour,” Gail said.

“I don’t want any money for this, Mom,” Blaine offered. Gail hushed her son. That wasn’t the point she was making.

“I will admit I haven’t been calling people or even emailing them back on a timely basis. I can come up with a thousand excuses, like hanging out with you and watching Television. I am a naughty girl at times, and Leonard was right to put you in charge. It doesn’t pay well right now, but if you get me more business, then it will,” Scarlet felt ashamed of herself. She could see how that money was chump change.

“You took me in when nobody else would. I am not here to punish you. I just want you to understand that what you have here is very sloppy and not very profitable. I can see that you need my help. I am just trying to get my head around how all of this is going to work.”

Scarlet agreed and continued cleaning the kitchen. She and her sister chatted while Blaine set up his laptop and started creating a framework contact database and scheduling system. He researched “Customer Relationship Management” databases and built something rudimentary to track daily transactions, appointments, and customer preferences and the standard rate at which they are charged.

It didn’t take him that long. He was reluctant to ask his Aunt for her email password and contacts. Scarlet thought nothing of tossing him her phone and giving him the passcode and email.

95% of Scarlet’s texts were from customers looking to have sex with her for money. It appeared she rarely texted them back, and she took her time responding to the ones that she did contact. Her email was full of spam because she was still using an old AOL account and hadn’t set up any filters. She had dozens of unopened recent emails from customers. This was going to be a lot of work. Blaine was only happy to do it. He was going to sit up in the living room, but he realized his uncle had told him to make himself scarce among customers. He went into Erica’s old room and worked in there. It wasn’t comfortable because there was no computer desk.

Scarlet went over the intake procedure when Leonard was home. “Usually, I greet them at the door in my birthday suit. Then Leonard walks us back to the bedroom. He makes sure that the room is clean and tidy for the customer. He finds out what they want to do and then makes sure they donate the right amount. He also goes over any ground rules and my safe word if there is going to be any bondage. Remember, my safe word is Banana, and if they gag me, then they need to put a yellow handkerchief in my hand.”