Episode 7: HOLEY maTRIMony

5:00 PM! The Victorian style home of Damian and Candace Palmer.

“Kevin and the guys should be here anytime now. There is no football practice tonight, so they won’t keep us waiting long.” Candi eyed her grandmother’s, well, antique grandfather clock. Damian’s grandmother technically! The coocoo flew the coop but the hands still kept time. Her new ally Doug Ramsey sat with her at the dining table where she had her laptop out searching clothing sites for cute revealing micro bikinis. Her husband Damian demanded she start wearing the skimpiest lot that she could find. Not only that, but the purchased jeans she bought at Goodwill were lying over chair backs awaiting help to cut those bastards up. Ordered to butcher her attire, she decided to let her brother-in-law Kevin and his friends do the alterations. Tonight’s video plan was mostly this pet project. Sex all day long she wasn’t certain what the guys might want tonight, especially not knowing Doug here.

“Are you sure you want me to stay? I don’t want to cause any resentment.”

“You won’t. I won’t allow that. You’ve been wonderful Doug. I couldn’t have pulled any of this off without you. Unless Damian forces me to say goodbye to you you’re my new best friend.”

“Fuck buddy!”

“New best fuck buddy.” She giggled. “Unless you’re tired of me already.”

“Never going to get tired of a beautiful soul like you. Body too.”

“Aww! I’m glad you think so highly of me. This life is all new to me so, I’m just diving in headfirst, sink or swim. Speaking of swim, what do you think of this bikini?”

“Too much material.” He chuckled. The ensemble was threads with finger thick patches hoping to cover nipples and a vagina. Good luck with that he thought. Turn, bend, move in general it was a guaranteed exposure.

“You’re right. I’ll keep searching.”

“Oh, come on Palmer. That thing is dental floss.”

“Well, I do hope to be eaten out often so I can always offer it to pick their teeth.”

“I’d advise touching base with the friends that Officer Downes here in town mentioned before you go running in that. Hot pink, neon yellow, and black are my favorite colors.”

“I like purple. I’ll just buy seven. One for every day of the week. I’ll wait until Damian’s old school chums stop by here. Lucas said he would let them know too, so, I’ll be patient. These bikinis will take a few days to ship here anyway.”

“Do you even know the cops here in town?”

“Not really! Damian kept me all to himself until he went abroad. Newlyweds pretty much. I have seen them around town when I walk to the fitness center. They know who I am but strangely they’ve never approached me. Respect for Damian I guess.”

“That is odd. Are you going to get dressed or stay in that towel?” They had showered together after the grocery store exhibition. He got dressed, she however kept her bath towel wrapped about her.

“Why? I’ll be naked in five minutes or less. Kevin won’t allow me to get dressed. Honestly, I don’t want to wear clothes at home now. Only if my father-in-law comes over but he usually calls ahead.”

“What if Damian wants you to act up in front of his dad?”

“Then I do it. I adore Joe, but I married Damian, not him. All I can hope for is that Joe understands and accepts this new me. As long as Damian wants this, I fully intend to give him anything he wants.”

“Bestiality?” He said that as a joke, but it did make her go pale.

“I hadn’t thought of that. God, I hope not.”

“I was only joking, but I guess that is a concern.”

“I’d talk to him about that and hope he doesn’t want such a thing. I don’t know if I could go that far.”

“A big ole’ horse. Hop in the saddle Trigger.” He enacted a series of horse whinnies then busted up.

“Stop that! Now I’m terrified. A horse could crush me.”

“Or take off running with his Clydesdale inside you. Poor Candace Palmer, her body flailing three feet off of the ground. Don’t jump the fence Trigger.”

“Stop it! I’m going to pee on my carpet.” She swatted at him with her right hand. “I do not want to even think about that kind of thing.”

“Sorry! As much as Damian is asking, more like demanding you to do, it might cross his mind.”

“I’ll cross that hurdle when I come to it.” She snorted.

“You can laugh but I know if that does happen, you’re going to lose your mind.”

“I know. Can we not talk about that anymore? I hear the guys coming up the stairs. I do not want to be ridiculed by that thought all night long.”

“Gotcha! I won’t bring it up anymore. Head the posse off at the bend.”

“Thank you.” Narrowing her eyes into a playful sneer she left her chair sprinting to the front door. Opening it, her eyes bulged like hooves. SAUCERS! “Kevin?” Outside following her brother-in-law were all five friends including Jesse whom she thought would be left out. Behind them four other boys she didn’t know. Two of them were African American.

“Hey, Sis.”

“Why do you keep adding visitors?”

“Shut the fuck up and let us in. Damian’s orders!”

“Okay!” She moved out of the way so that each of the remaining nine boys could filter in. The four newcomers smiled at her and chose to introduce themselves. One of the black young men spoke first.

“Sup! I’m Rolly. That’s Merc.” Merc corrected his boy with, “Mercer!” then letting Rolly continue, “The white boys are Nick and Jobe. We all run the field for our boy Kev.”

“Hello.” She had seen them at past football games but normally in helmets. “Forgive my surprise, I wasn’t expecting so many of you.”

“Get used to it.” Kevin stepped up to wrap both of his hands around her neck. Lightly he lifts her up to kiss her on the lips, her toes barely touching the rug beneath her. She heard murmurs of, “Nice!” out of the newcomers. Once he lowered her, he held her throat with one hand and untied her towel. Tearing it from her body he leaned in and growled. “No act! Damian told me to man up. Like you, I won’t let him down. Got a problem with that?”

“No.” She trembled as the towel went flying. Circling her without letting her throat go he moved in behind her. His free hand easing around her arm he lifted her chin.

“Make your rounds. Every guy in this room gets a warm kiss. Move!” He then released her into Victor. A passionate embrace for a full minute kiss, Vic escorted her to Jesse, then Brent, and Andy. Roger filming her with his camcorder she continued on into the clutches of Rolly. A big boy at 6’4, the black man plucked her up in his arms and not only kissed her but held her up with his huge hands on her bare ass. Thick fingers digging in increased her desire to kiss him harder. Two minutes the lucky fucker. Letting her down she moved to Mercer. He turned her so that her back was to him but lured her chin upward to kiss him at an awkward angle while Nick and Jobe caressed her full-frontal beauty. Passed amongst them she ended up back with Kevin before Roger shut the camera off.

“Now that’s a greeting.” Kevin clapped his palms together like thunder then turned to face the dining room. “So, you’re Doug.”

“That’s me. I hope I’m not intruding. She invited me here.” He remained seated at the table.

“Heard you were a big help today.”

“Anytime she needs it and I’m free. I go back to work Thursday so it might be a few days getting back here. I live over in Dermitt.”

“Not too far at least.” Kevin motioned his posse to find a seat in the living room. Reaching out for Candace he took her hand and led to the table but stole her seat. Pulling her into his lap he again drew her into him by holding her throat. It was then he noticed her choker lying on the table next to the pair of handcuffs given to her by Officer Downes. “What’s with the collar?”

“It looked good on her. I bought it for her to thank her for sex. It’s not meant as any ownership thing.” Doug reached for it and opened the cameo to show him the cuff key. “Makes a good place for holding this.”

“Handcuff key! Perfect! Start wearing that on a daily basis.” He patted Candi on the cheek. “You smell good.”

“I showered earlier. My water bill is going to skyrocket if I get laid a lot.”

“Oh, count on that.” Kevin smirked then pointed at his team, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, Me! 11 with Dougy here. Everyone gets a taste of this pussy tonight for Damian. Is that understood?”

“Yep! Looking forward to it.” She smiled brightly until his hand on her throat squeezed dramatically taking her breath away.

“Love the enthusiasm Sis, but too much joking around isn’t going to fly. I’m not saying you can’t but tone it down some. Your job is to entertain, that doesn’t mean any comedy routine.”

“I have to be me, Kevin. I’ll be obedient to Damian’s wishes, but I refuse to lose myself in the process. Rough me up all you want but I won’t be some mindless bimbo.”

“She’s right Bro.” Victor stood up from the loveseat and made the journey in with a bag he was carrying. “It’s more fun to cut up with her than just take her down without remorse.”

“Take me down! I want that.” She fed into his remark. “We can all have fun no matter what.”

“Until Damian says otherwise.” Kevin relented and let her sit up straight in his lap. “Shopping?” He pointed at the laptop.

“Bikinis!”

“Here!” Vic sat his sizable duffle up on top of her table. “I pantry raided my sister’s closet. Victoria doesn’t wear half this stuff anyways. Same size I’m thinking.”

“You’re Victor and she’s Victoria? Wasn’t that a Broadway musical?” She smirked. “Tell her thank you.”

“Our parents were big into theater, that’s how they met. They own that old movie theater uptown and put on plays a couple times a year.”

“That’s cool.” She watches as he unzips the bag and produces four new pairs of jeans, all were faded denim, but with one pair of the batch white with a button array rather than any zipper. “Can I try them on Kevin?”

“Go for it.” Leaving his lap, she had her eye on the white pair and stepped out in front of everyone.

“Fashion show! Record me, Roger.” Sitting up he moved his camcorder into position and pointed for action. “Hi Baby! I’m here with Kevin’s entire football team. Victor here brought me some of his sister’s secondhand pants to as you say butcher. I decided earlier that I’m going to let the guys cut up all of my pants to customize them for me any way they want to see me in them.”

Stepping into the pant legs she pulled them up to a tight fit. Not so tight that they weren’t manageable but certainly hugging her hips and thighs. “I like these.” Fastened she performs a 360 to a round of wolf calls. “So do they.” She giggled and palmed her breasts shuffling them about. The jeans rode low on her hips, so her butt crack was visible by a good inch or more. “Who wants to cut me?” Hands in her hair she shook her hips as if a stripper. “sNIP! sNIP!” Tits lifted via posture she peered at one areola then the other.

Mercer Tubbs jumped from his seat rubbing his palms together. “A black man loves to cut up white things. Put me in coach.” He chuckled at Kevin still seated next to Doug. Unfastening those white jeans, she wiggled them down to her ankles and stepped out, all while Merc stood behind her holding her bare hips. Her butt pressing against his crotch his expression was pure ecstasy. Abandoning her jeans to him she tiptoed to the table and procured her scissors. Turning the grips around for him he claimed the snips and sat down at the table across from Doug. “Sup man?”

“Laughing my ass off.” Doug grinned. “Make sure those things are short.”

“Inseam and belt loops by the time I’m done.” Mercer chuckled with a brilliant set of ivories.

“Think with your eyes Tubby.” Kevin sneered. “That goes for all of you Pigskins. Let’s make Candi look good, not sloppy. Short, but not any denim bikini.”

“Have faith Bro. I got this.” Mercer began cutting the pant legs off. Leaving him to his design work Candace tried on another pair of Victoria’s jeans, faded blue with lacerations all up and down the legs as it were. Showing off she looked at the slashes of flesh peeking through and grew giddy.

“I’ve always wanted to wear jeans like this, but I never did. I don’t understand why Damian never insisted I wear things like this when he was home with me. Sexy meets sexier!”

“Got that right.” Jesse grinned. “I say don’t chop those up, keep the legs but add a few threaded slashes in the ass and thigh area. Sneaky peek stuff.” The others agreed. Taking the jeans off she cast them to Jesse.

“Get to work Hart Surgeon.” Kevin called out Jesse Hart.

“Hell yeah! I’m cutting hearts in the ass cheeks and removing the pockets in the front. Bikini windows sound cool?” Thumbs up, he looked around. “Anymore scissors?”

“In the bag.” Victor pointed, “I thought ahead when I packed the duffle. You can have my seat.” He stood up leaving a vacancy.

“Rather have Candi’s seat.” He walked by her and patted her bare ass. Bubbly became Flashdance in step. She was loving every single thing. Maniac! Maniac on the floor.

Digging into his duffle Vic tossed her a third pair of jeans, this one with yellow stitched embroidery on the back pockets that looked like a fireworks display. Admiring them first Candi set out to put them on. Loose on her compared to the other two the waist slid low on her pelvis allowing both knots of bone to be visually appealing, not sightly, her build prevented that. No way was Candace Palmer anorexic. The more she shook her hips the lower that waist slid until it couldn’t reveal any more. “Victoria must have lost weight.”

“Some! Those are probably from her freshman year. She grew up and out of those.” Victor chose another move and brought out his cell to show Candi a photo of his sister in braces.

“She’s stunning.”

“No more braces now, but yeah she is.”

“Vic beats off to his kid sister every chance he gets.” Brent laughed. “So do I.”

“Hey! When things are slow, why not?” Vic laughed along with him. “She doesn’t mind.”

“You show your sister your dick?” Candi wrinkled her brow.

“Shit! She runs naked in front of me when mom and dad are gone. I just go with the flow.” He made a jerking off motion. “I watch her, she watches me. No harm in that. I’m not fucking her.”

“Yet!” Brent coughed into his hand. Flipped off sufficient in Candi’s eyes she took the pants off and shuffled to Brent.

“Here! You can sniff me and Victoria. Sniffs then snips.” Implementing scissor fingers she awaited another pair. Last one in the bag Victor tossed them at her. Holding them up in front of her she squinted with a half smirk on her face. “These must be your pants. They’re huge.”

“They are.” Victor laughed. “Put those on.” Complying she had to hold them up or they would have slid clear down her ankles. “Now try these.” Revealing a rainbow set of suspenders she busted up laughing.

“Am I joining the circus?”

“CIRCUS JERK!” Circle! Andy belted out as Vic helped her hook up the suspenders to keep those pants up. Roomy all around her waistline they were surprisingly sexy on her. With so much room in the waist, a voyeur could literally see all the way down at any angle.

“Cut the legs off and half of your hips those will be hot as fuck.” Victor tugged her belt loops and lifted her off of her feet, the inseam agitation on her clit and labia made her squeal.

“You’re up Andrew.” Victor shared her pants as if a game show hostess. “More scissors in the bag, I brought four pairs. Like I said mom is in theater, so she makes her own alterations. I left behind six more pairs in her crafting room.” Nodding Andy left his seat but realized there was no more room at the table. Kevin motioned for Doug to join him in getting up in order to offer Andy his seat, taking her unplugged laptop with him to give the tailors room to work.

“Too bad you don’t have a pair of yellow jeans. Those would look bad ass on you.” Jobe Kincaid added his thoughts. “My mom is blonde like you, and she rocks a pair of yellow jeans. Well, whatever material they’re made out of, softer than denim is all I know.”

“He feels his hot mommy’s ass up every chance he gets. No dad at home Jobe is the man of the house.” Rolly Moot chuckled. “Seen it for myself.”

“Peeping tom?” Candi smirked.

“Hell yes! Fine ass momma.” Jobe actually nodded in agreement.

“Cougar!” He finalized their opinion of Claudia Kincaid. “Bartender at Bootlicker’s.”

“I think I know who your mom is.” Doug Ramsey drew attention to himself. “I go into Bootlicker’s now and then with my dad. She flirts with both of us.”

“More than likely you. She likes guys my age.” Jobe sighed over it. “Well, young guys, but old enough. Energy level shit she says.”

“No offense Bro, but I’d do her.”

“Go for it. I’m cool. She can’t keep her clothes on at home even in front of me.”

“First Victoria, now your mom?” Candi giggled, “I need to meet these women.”

“Might just set something up.” Kevin patted Jobe and Vic on the shoulders. “Hell, even I’d fuck your mom Kincaid.”

“So would he. Don’t let him fool you.” Moot laughed. “We all would.”

“Sounds like a gangbang in Claudia’s future.” Kev grinned.

“I’m recording that too.” Roger chimed in pausing his filming to save memory on his chip. Things were too slow, and he didn’t want wasted footage.

“We’re old enough to get into Bootlicker’s even if we can’t drink.” Mercer looked up from his carving project. “I say we go over to Dermitt next weekend.”

“Right!” Andy added, “Maybe we’ll run into that hot chick Kendra we met at the football game a few weeks back.”

“Kendra?” Doug swallowed. “Brunette with frosted red highlights? Big rack?”

“You know Kendra?” They all perked up.

“Uhhh? Ex-girlfriend. We broke up last week. She left me for another guy.”

“Awww dude!” Andy reacted with regret. “Sorry man! I didn’t know or I’d never have brought her up.”

“It’s all good. I’m better off without her. I look at it this way, if I hadn’t come over to Pleasant Meadow today to get my mind off of Ken, I’d never have met Candace. Made my lifetime!”

“That deserves a hug.” Candi waddled over in her too long of pantlegs. Now she did act like a clown in a circus. Regardless she gave Doug a tight embrace. Kevin noticing their chemistry narrowed his eyes at how well the two were bonding. Clearing his throat, he moved behind Candi and snapped her suspenders. Drawing them over her shoulders he let go and the jeans flopped to her upper thighs and wrinkled up.

“Ditch those and put on some music. Start dancing! You have an audience to get hard.” Leaving Doug, she kicked the denim restraints off of her toes and left them behind. Andy took possession and moved to the last spot on the dining table. The other seamsters were nearing their completed artwork so he had some catching up to do.