Chapter 24

I made the girls set up two-yard signs that one might expect to see for a yard sale. I simply wanted them to offer a five-dollar car wash. We had plenty of time until their shift started at the Booby Trap, and I didn’t have any particular plans.

Edgar, Steve, and Mandy sat on pool chairs they brought from the backyard. My wife brought them out a refreshing drink and made the kids feel welcome to observe but warned them that it may be boring. “We are being punished. This chore isn’t anything except for hard work and elbow grease.”

“Yeah, and showing the entire neighborhood what you had for lunch every time you bend over,” Mandy’s comment came out crasser than she probably intended. The look on her mother’s face was priceless. My wife shut right up and nodded. I wasn’t sure if Mandy was happy she scored a born or suddenly felt pity for her mother’s condition again.

“Your mother and sister brought this on themselves. They made their beds, and now they will lie in them,” I assured the kids sternly. They didn’t protest my comment – but I wondered if it may be too much punishing the girls around the kids like this.

I was tempted to contact Pete from Party City and see if he had some friends to come over and fuck my wife and daughter. I decided against it for a few reasons. The main was that I wanted the kids to get used to the idea of Heather and Karen (Gobbler and Spunky) around the house.

If I took them out on some adventure, then the kids wouldn’t get used to their new role.

If I brought over some perverts to fuck them, it might be too much for the kids to get used to.

My compromise was that I wanted the girls to offer BJs and sexual favors when they did their car washes. I told them privately to offer to vacuum the inside of the cars. “You can tell them you can suck the inside of the car or suck them up for twenty bucks!”

Heather gave me a snide look. “That’s corny, Dad. Can I just ask to blow them?” she asked.

“Your father won’t hesitate to spank your disgusting ass out here in front of the neighbors on the front lawn if you don’t watch your mouth!” Karen warned her sternly before politely asking if they could ask in their own words. I told them that would be fine.

My wife seemed more than willing to let me spank Heather on the front lawn. She was also effectively wearing just a few strategically placed sponges with a little duct tape over her otherwise naked body. However, I could tell she was excited, nervous, and deeply worried about what the neighbors would think of this new spectacle.

“I don’t think anyone is going to take our car wash offer seriously, Mike,” my wife pointed out after 10 minutes of washing and waxing her car. We had a few looky-loos of people slowing down to watch the girls showing off their assets. One man rolled down his windows and raised his eyebrows up and down while grinning as they waved him over.

“You are right. Go door to door, tell them you are trying to raise money, and ask if they want you to wash their car. Five dollar exterior only, and twenty for the interior.”

My wife’s mouth hung open. I finally really stunned her. “These are people we’ve lived next door to for over ten years, Mike,” she reminded me. I told her that they would be more than happy to have her wash their cars then.

“This can be a regular thing you have to do every weekend until your punishment is up. I’ll get you a kiddie pool and the two of you can sit in it and wash each other’s dirty pussies until another car pulls up.”

“Mike, a lot of these people have teenagers that are in my class, and have known me for years. They may say something to the other teachers and my principal,” My wife became even more pale.

“C’mon Spunky-Monkey!” Heather grabbed my wife’s hand, and led her away. “You need to watch your tone around Dad, or he will wash your mouth out with soap. He gave you an order. He knows who these people are!”

In my defense, I really hadn’t thought about the potential impact to my wife’s job when I made that request. I assumed that people would see her outside, and she may even end up stripping for one of her student’s fathers at the Booby Trap. Heather had far less to lose from the court of public opinion on our block because she had never gotten to know our neighbors and really didn’t care what they thought about her.

I watched as Heather walked away and realized that her ass was completely bare except for a few suds from the soap she used to wash the car. She was wearing a sticker over her pussy and nipples and nothing else.

“Shoulder’s back, heads up, tits out, ass cheeks clenched when you talk to the neighbors! You represent the McGifford family!” I reminded them as they walked away. I didn’t go with them, but apparently, the first couple of neighbors were so shocked that they shut the door on them and told them absolutely not.

Jeff Stevens lives two houses down from me. He’s a cop, and I was a little nervous when I saw him pull up with his Dodge Charger. The girls got out of the car, and he watched Heather step out of the car. He had to know she wasn’t wearing bottoms, and the crack of her ass was completely visible.

“You like that bikini, eh?” I asked Jeff as I tried to pretend the Emperor was wearing clothes.

“Is that what you call that?” Jeff snickered. “Can you guys hurry before my wife gets home?” he asked as he handed them a ten-dollar bill.

“We don’t have a change,” my wife made a funny pantomime of checking her imaginary pockets.

The problem with this scheme was that most people didn’t carry cash anymore. I didn’t have change. Steve chalked it up to a tip. He folded his arms across his muscular chest and watched.

“For twenty more, we can suck your cock,” Heather came right out and said it loud enough that I thought our kids could hear. They were watching from lounge chairs they brought out to the front of the house. The fact that Steve was a cop was lost on Heather. He could ARREST both of them for what she just asked.

“Are you joking?” he asked incredulously.

“My husband is punishing us, which is why we aren’t even allowed to wear bikinis. My daughter spent a lot of money on frivolous things, and I covered for her, which is why we have to wash cars. The blowjob is free – but if you want to tip, then that would be appreciated.”

“Your husband is okay with that?” Steve looked over at me. I heard him, but he was asking my wife. I was about to respond that it was my idea when she spoke up.

“My husband is humiliating us by treating us like whores, but we aren’t actually engaged in prostitution,” Karen explained. I was thrilled by that explanation because, as a policeman, Steve could have arrested both of them on the spot.

They took him into the backseat of his car, pulled his pants down, and began to lovingly suck on his dick together. Steve did cum pretty quickly. I think the kids suspected something had gone down, but my wife was very discrete about getting out of the car and swallowing his jizz.

I decided that it was probably too much to run a brothel out of the front yard in front of our kids. Steve gave us another ten bucks and said that was all he had. I believed him. He was thrilled for BJ and left before the girls could finish washing his car.

“I like how you handled that, Spunky,” I complimented my wife’s quick thinking. She offered me a chilly response to remind me that wasn’t how this was all supposed to work. “I want you to both go to each neighbor’s house and tell them you have misbehaved and splurged money that you didn’t have. I want you to admit that Spunky has covered it up. You’ll warn them that you’ll be outside on the weekends without bikinis because you bought expensive micro bikinis to show off in, and I am teaching you a lesson. You’ll offer to clean their house, mow their lawn, wash their cars, and even do their laundry. No sex, though – you enjoy sucking cock too much, and I don’t want the kids figuring it out. If they want something they can come to me and I’ll work out how much. You can give them my phone number too. Go down one side of the block to the stop sign and then JOG back here and let me know how many people wanted your services.”

My wife was red-faced as she started knocking on doors. Our kids have been tricker-treated on this street for a decade. Now my wife and daughter were nearly naked, knocking on doors and admitting they were being punished by random strangers and neighbors.

Even Heather seemed deeply humiliated when they came jogging back about 40 minutes later. Their tits were swinging wildly as they ran to me to tell me how it went. As expected, most people were neither amused nor interested.

Most of the people that live on this street are married or living together and, unlike at a strip club, aren’t exactly comfortable talking to two pretty, VERY scantily clad women about chores and punishments.

A few people thought it was a joke and not a good one, either. I didn’t want Steve, Edgar, and Mandy to listen to their stories, but they intentionally eavesdropped because they were curious about where the girls went.

Only one neighbor was interested, and he wanted them to walk their dog regularly. I told her that would be a good way to teach her responsibility.

Most people didn’t believe that this was real. I am pretty sure a few more men would have gone for it, but they couldn’t actually ask the girls to do sexy chores while their wives or girlfriends were home.

“You could write Spunky and Gobbler on their butts!” Mandy suggested as a joke. “They can moon people who don’t believe that is their new name!”

She was clearly being facetious, but I liked that idea. It might reinforce the new names. The kids were still calling them Mom and Heather, and the girls were answering to it.

“You could offer to spank their asses in the front yard. I am sure people would believe it then!” Steve snickered.

“You could make them do push-ups, jumping jacks, and jog up and down the street!” Edgar offered his own suggestion quite seriously. Steve and Mandy laughed because they thought he was kidding, but I knew Edgar wanted to see the girls do that out in public.