Chapter 7

Blaine got away with sneaking out of his room without his mother seeing the small butt plug in his ass. He faced her when he changed his clothes. Gail stood up and undressed as well.

“Since we have to share a room, I don’t mind if you sleep in the nude,” Gail admitted begrudgingly. “It’s very hot and humid at night, and Leonard doesn’t run the air conditioning.”

“Thanks,” Blaine wasn’t sure how to respond to his mother’s statement. Gail knew she needed to address the fact that he was naked in bed with her.

“I don’t like having this conversation any more than you do,” Gail acknowledged it was awkward. “You can snuggle with me at night if you want, but it doesn’t go any further than what it has.”

Blaine didn’t respond. He blinked. He knew that his mother felt his cock against her ass today. His heart began to race. It had felt good to press up against her back, and as long as he didn’t see her face, he didn’t think of her as his mom while he did it.

Gail decided that was sufficient talk and got dressed quickly.

Erica waited for Blaine after he left the bedroom and led him back to the bathroom without anyone else noticing. “Did you enjoy the little show I put on for you, Pud whacker?”

Blaine was shocked by how many insulting names she could come up with. Erica seemed like such a sweet girl on the surface, but she had a darker side to her. She wasn’t just channeling the cheerleaders that hazed her when she entered the Cheerleading program. She was also inspired by school yard bullies that picked on wimpy boys like her cousin. She was simply repeating their colorful insults, and it felt empowering to pick on him. Blaine didn’t stand up for himself. He made it easy for her to feel powerful.

“Yes, Miss Erica, thank you for letting me see your naked body,” Blaine said as he pulled down his jeans. She didn’t tell him to strip, but he knew she wanted him out of his clothes.

“You sound like a dumb robot when you talk like that!” Erica ridiculed her cousin for politely addressing her as she had told him she expected him to talk to her when they were alone. “Do you want a kiss?”

“YES!” Blaine wasn’t even kidding.

“Okay, let’s see if you still have that butt plug first. I may kiss you if you were an obedient little pet. Turn around, bend over, and show me.”

Blaine assumed the position and bent over. Erica laughed at his bony ass and called him skinny. “Take it out, and let’s see how dirty it is!”

Her cousin was humiliated, but he obeyed her and plucked the small sex toy from his ass. It made a slight popping noise and felt great coming out. Unfortunately, a little gas escaped his sphincter, and she gagged on the scent. There was also a little brown on the plug.

“Suck it clean, you disgusting pig! I’ve been wiping my ass with your toothbrush every morning before you use it. What’s the big deal? Is your own ass nastier than mine?”

Blaine was going to refuse that order. He was afraid of his cousin, but he wouldn’t do that. She smacked his ass and told him to toughen up. “If you want to lick your own doo, who would? You think my mom doesn’t suck a cock that’s been up her ass? Be a good little piggy and lick it clean!!”

Her cousin started to stand up, but Erica pulled his hair. She brought his left hand behind his back and yanked on it so that he was frozen. “You want me to stick a bar of soap up your ass? Tempt me! Defy me. You might need your ass kicked because you think you can stand up to me? You are afraid of your own shadow. If you think I am tough, wait until I tell my brother you made me watch you jerk off!”

The pit of Blaine’s stomach ached. Erica removed his choice to suck the plug clean. She had his left arm pulled behind his back. It was simple to take the plug from him and force it into his mouth. “Get your spit all over it. That’s it!”

Blaine was disgusted but complied with his cousin’s orders. She released his arm and turned him to face her. “Don’t EVER refuse my instructions again. I was going to let you kiss me, but you blew it, Fuck Face!”

“Sorry, Miss Erica!” he said as she removed the plug from his mouth to examine whether it was clean. Erica told him to open his mouth wide. She examined his teeth and then spit in his mouth. “If you want to know what a kiss from me would have tasted like, that’s it. Now, hold that spit in your mouth and beg me to jerk off.”

Blaine was getting better at begging. He fell to his knees and pleaded with her while showing her the white bubbles of spit in his mouth. She laughed because his speech was slurred from talking with his mouth open. “Miss Erica! Please, let me cum! Please let me jerk off for you! I’ll eat my own cum if you allow it.”

“Yes, you will, and look. I even brought you a to-go cup. You can pour this in your eggs at the kitchen table!”

“Please, Miss Erica, I want to cum, but don’t make me eat jizz in front of everyone else!”

“You must not want to cum THAT bad then? Would you be willing to never masturbate again for the rest of your life? Because I want you to start eating cum with every meal.”

Blaine was exasperated. He knew this couldn’t last forever. His mom would eventually get a job and move out.

“You know how many cocks my mom sucks in a day? She swallows like a good whore. You want to be a good whore, don’t you, Blaine the Pain?”

“Yes, Miss Erica ... but if everyone knows I eat cum, then you won’t have any more blackmail over me!”

Erica hadn’t considered the word “blackmail” as it applied to this relationship. She just assumed Blaine was easily pushed around, and she was bossing him around. However, when he mentioned that, things began to click in her head. “Yes, good thinking, my little twat-waffle. Okay, jerk off on the floor, suck it up and show it to me. You’ll hold the cum in your mouth and eat it with breakfast.”

As Blaine beat his meat, Erica got horny. She wasn’t turned on by Blaine’s body. She wasn’t even turned on by his sizable cock. She was turned on by his obedience and her power over him. The sensation of having authority thrilled her, and she assumed it was what Leonard felt as the supreme Patriarch and head of her household.

She made Blaine hold the butt plug in his mouth like a tiny cock. Then she went behind him and slid the handle of a hair brush up his ass. It was his mother’s hairbrush. “You are a two-hole whore. If I could get something up your pee hole, you’d be a three-hole whore!” she chuckled. She’d heard her mother brag that she was a three-hole whore, but she knew the term was degrading to most people.

It didn’t take Blaine long to spurt his jizz on the bathroom floor. He removed the butt plug from his mouth, went down to his knees, and then stuck his ass in the air while sucking up his cock drippings for the amusement of his cousin. She was thrilled.

She allowed him to remove the hairbrush, get dressed, and join the family at the breakfast table. No one had any idea he was eating his eggs with his own semen in his mouth.

That afternoon, while Erica and Alex were at school, Scarlet turned some early morning tricks, as she had done almost every day. She had completed her second appointment by lunch time. “You know, one thing you could do for me is keep my appointments. It’s hard to remember whose coming and whose going,” Scarlet was joking with her sister.

Gail was on her laptop in the living room, scanning the job boards. She had methodically recorded all the places she applied. She was following up with recruiters to see if she could find work. She just couldn’t find anything in this part of Florida that she was qualified to do, and she still didn’t have any promising job leads.

Gail was about to reply that she wanted nothing to do with Scarlet’s side hustle selling her ass to total strangers when someone knocked. “Oh, this must be Harlan. He’s one of my oldest customers. I went to high school with him,” she said.

“We went to high school together,” Gail reminded her younger sister.

Harlan was a used car salesman, and he looked like one. He had grey hair despite being in his late 30s. He wore a cheap suit with a tie even though it was hot outside. He had on a tweed blazer, a green tie, a purple shirt, and matching pants. He wore tacky white alligator shoes. He oozed Southern charm and seemed like a “Good old boy” even though he grew up in Florida.

“Howdy,” he greeted Scarlet at the door.

“Hi, Harlan,” Scarlet welcomed him into her house. Harlan immediately made himself home and greeted Gail.

“Hey, I know you. Your Scarlet’s big sister, right?”

“Yes, I am Gail,” she said prudishly. She didn’t want to be involved in any of her sister’s prostitution. This was the first customer of hers who even talked to her. Gail put off an aura of “please avoid me” that most people picked up on.

“I had such a crush on you back in the day!”

“Well, that’s flattering,” Gail lied. Harlan reminded her of a con man. He was just the kind of guy she should NOT date. He was also here to pay for sex, and she assumed that was a red flag for dating anyone.

“Do you do the same kind of work that Scarlet does?” he smiled warmly.

“No, C’mon, Harlan. I know what you want,” Scarlet tried to lead him out of the living room, but Harlan brushed her off.

“Hang on, I am just being sociable. You have some pretty feet, Gail,” he admired the open-toed flats that Gail was wearing. She had painted her toenails recently and took good care of her nails. She wasn’t sure why he said that. It was very unusual.

“I noticed that the truck broke down outside when I pulled up. Is that yours?”

“Yes, it is,” Gail seemed terse. She always seemed a little terse.

“It’s on its last legs. I bet my boys down at the shop could give it a good servicing. How about I throw in a full tune-up and two hundred and fifty dollars?”

Gail was shocked and particularly offended that this man had just propositioned her for sex. However, she was also secretly flattered. Scarlet was much prettier than her, and her younger sister seemed a little jealous.

“I don’t have sex for money,” Gail refused flatly, leaving no room for negotiation.

Harlan didn’t take no for an answer. He was used to hearing no when he sold cars. Those were just words that people said until he made a sale, as far as he was concerned. “How about two-fifty, a tune-up for your Chevy, and I’ll give you five hundred toward any used car on my lot as a down payment. That’s seven hundred and fifty bucks, and I am not talking about an oil change. I am talking about new air filters, spark plugs, and replacement belts. Anything you need, Gail. All the parts AND labor are on me.”

That was almost a thousand dollars. Scarlet may have been jealous, but she was no fool. “That’s a good deal, Sis.”

“I am aware, but as I said earlier, Harlan. I do not remember you from High School, and I have no interest in selling my body for money.”

“I am not interested in most of your body. I just really like your feet,” Harlan admitted. He blushed a little. He didn’t like telling people about his foot fetish.

“All you have to do is jerk him off with your feet, Gail.”

“Well, I get to look at your feet and massage them!” Harlan smiled. “Look, if you don’t want to do it, I won’t be offended. I just had such a crush on you back in school. You had that same librarian look that you do now. You were so prim and proper and looked so smart. I have never dated an intellectual woman. I always assumed that those Librarian types are secretly very wild, and once you get them to let down their hair, then they will take good care of you.”

“I don’t want to do it,” Gail replied impudently.

That’s not what Harlan expected to hear. He was used to closing hard sales that his salesmen at his lot couldn’t close. “You are firm. I like that. You know, I could use someone like you down at the lot as a receptionist. You don’t take any shit from anyone. Would you happen to be looking for a job?”

Harlan had no interest in hiring her as a receptionist. He was a master at reading people. He came across like a bumpkin, but he was sharp as a tack. He saw that Gail was on a job posting website on her computer and put two and two together.

He noticed Gail’s resolve weakening.

“I probably couldn’t afford you. What kind of salary would you come to work for?”

“At my last job, I made 34,000 a year.”

“That’s a lot. Well, I suppose I could do 39,000 a year, insurance, and 401K, but you probably have some better offers,” Harlan smiled. He had no intention of offering her the job. He just wanted to make the case.

“You want to give me a full-time job with benefits, and you haven’t seen my resume, interviewed me, and you want to give me $250 in cash, plus a free tune-up and $500 dollar off a down payment if I buy a car from you?”

“I can also offer you a 10% employee discount on that car if you work for me, but that’s probably the best I can do,” Harlan added.

Gail looked at Scarlet. She smiled at her sister to indicate this was a damn good deal. “He only pays me 100 bucks, so I think that’s a pretty good deal, Gail.”

“You can’t tell Blaine,” Gail replied to her sister. Harlan didn’t smile. He knew he had Gail hooked, and he didn’t want to give away the fact that he’d have gone higher. He used to be obsessed with Gail when he was younger, and she had no idea he even existed. That turned him on.

“I can’t promise. If he asks, I’ll tell him,” Scarlet warned. Gail hated that Scarlet didn’t have any filter.

“He has no reason to ask,” Gail said as she rose out of her chair. She asked if she’d need a condom.

“I don’t think so,” Scarlet nodded. Against Gail’s better judgment, she followed Harlan into her sister’s bedroom.

She hadn’t been in this room before. She was simply never invited. The king-sized bed wasn’t made. There were sex toys on the dressers, duct tape, handcuffs, whips, chains, and a tray of lube. Scarlet had a cabinet with dildos and butt plugs arranged so that they were all tip up and base down. There were even some bowling pins and oddly shaped wooden dildos that could be used to masturbate.

Leonard had a window unit air conditioner in this room and a ceiling fan, so it was quite a bit cooler than the rest of the house. Harlan was excited, but he pretended that he wasn’t thrilled. He didn’t want to scare off his fish before he finished his deed.

“How do you want me?” she asked. Gail felt vulnerable. She felt she shouldn’t be doing this. She felt ashamed of herself. She was doing exactly what she had preached women shouldn’t do. She worried that if her son found out, he’d consider it not only a double standard but that she was a terrible role model.

“Strip down and just lay your pretty ass on the bed. I’ll do the rest,” Harlan said calmly as he made himself comfortable and started to slip out of his shoes, pants, and underwear.

Gail was stripped with an economy of motion. There was nothing sexual or seductive about how she efficiently removed her clothes. Harlan actually liked that. He was used to strippers and women who tried too hard. Gail seemed like someone’s boring, vanilla wife, and for some reason, that was exotic enough for Harlan to be excited.

He sat on the edge of the bed and admired Gail’s thick, hairy bush. He hadn’t seen a hairy pussy since the late 1980s. He laid down on the bed with his head toward the end of the bed. Then he put Gail’s feet on his crotch and began to massage them.

Gail didn’t want to touch this man. The moment she did, she cringed. This was all too real. A sudden realization hit her that she had just engaged with a man for money. There was no going back from that and saying she had never had sex for money.

However, this really wasn’t sex as she’d define it. Harlan rubbed her feet and gave her an outstanding foot massage that relieved her stress and loosened her up. “That’s it. Take your glasses off, and just relax, Gail.”

Harlan had been married five times. He cheated on all of his wives, and he wasn’t a particularly good husband. He was devoted to long hours at the car dealership and spent a lot of money at strip clubs and on hookers. He knew several women like Scarlet who worked out of their homes or met him at motels. Scarlet was one of the more affordable and reliable whores he saw.