Chapter 4

I observed my pouty cousin as she decided to give up standing in the corner or going to bed. Her indecision made her seem vulnerable and nervous. She didn’t want to get in trouble and earn another spanking.

The red glow on her buttocks had long since faded, and after nearly two hours, she decided to put on her nightgown and get to bed. She wore nothing under her long night shirt, but nothing was particularly provocative about it. The fact that her big buxom tits were not bound in a bra, and she didn’t wear panties to bed was subversive to me but probably fairly mundane in the grand scheme of things.

Brunna glanced up at me while she was putting it on. She didn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell from her sad eyes if she felt sorry that I had to see her get punished, or if she was angry or humiliated that I had watched, or if Brunna had no feelings about me watching and just happened to glance up at me while she put on her white flowing nightgown.

“Good night, Brunna,” I acknowledged her. I was hoping her reply would tell me more.

“Good night, Jason,” she answered with a little crack in her voice, suggesting she was sad. She turned off the lights and slid into bed with my sister on the pull-out bed. It was across from my bunk. I could still see her pretty face in bed once she pulled up the covers.

In the morning, her mother was far from angry about the decision that Brunna had made. My Aunt Gloria loudly apologized and admitted that she accidentally fell asleep and forgot to tell Brunna when her punishment was over. She didn’t ask Brunna how long she stood in the corner. Instead, she profusely said she was sorry.

I thought Hector might point out that Brunna stopped standing in the corner early and got her in trouble again. However, given his mother’s obvious feelings of sympathy for leaving Brunna in the corner, it would have likely fallen on deaf ears.

Hector said nothing about it, and once Gloria stopped gushing about how she felt bad about not coming back to tell her daughter to go to bed, the incident was entirely forgotten.

My cousin Hector didn’t hang out with me that afternoon. He didn’t talk to me again about what happened or try to get her in trouble. Everyone but me went on as if what happened was no big deal.

I frequently masturbated to my memory of the incident and even fantasized about how Gloria’s bare-hand swats on her daughter’s ass cheeks made them ripple and clap together at impact. It was an entirely non-sexual punishment that I had sexualized in my head and used as masturbation fuel.

We were leaving Texarkana and headed down I-49. I had no idea what Texarkana was actually like. I could tell you that the campground we stayed at was just like all the others, but not much else.

However, my mom and Gloria wanted to stop at a place called Louisiana Boardwalk Outlets in Bossier City. It was supposed to be one of the largest malls in Louisiana, and it was close to Margaritaville Resort Casino.

My uncle offered to drop my mom and aunt off so that they could go shopping before heading to a K.O.A. nearby. My mom asked if I wanted to come along. I really had zero interest in going.

Brunna was actually the one who encouraged me. “Come on, Jason, it will be fun!”

That’s all I needed to hear. I dropped the reluctance and joined the others. My Dad and Jose went on to the campground to get us set up. We were supposed to take an Uber back to meet them when we were done.

At first, we remained together, walking as a small group through the shopping center.

There were tons of outlet stores for everything from Levi’s jeans to Bass Pro Shops. I really didn’t have anything to shop for, though. It was summer, and no birthdays were coming up and no holidays other than Father’s Day. My mom usually bought a gift for Dad and gave it to him from all of us.

I didn’t really want to tag along and shop, and Hector did not either. I passed the time ‘People watching.’ I liked watching all sorts of people and theorizing about what they were at the mall for/their back story. It was fun to think about how different everyone’s lives might be from my own. There was an older couple that looked like they were coming from some rustic ranch nearby. I assumed he had just watered his houses, and she milked some cows.

I’ll be honest, though. I was a teenage boy with an insane amount of horny running through my immature brain. Most of “People Watching” was actually “Girl Watching,” and by “Girl Watching,” I mean “Boobs and Butts Watching.”

I didn’t care what age they were because there were some hot older ladies. I don’t even think their hotness mattered to me. There was a chubby woman with tits the size of huge boulders, and she wore tight “stretchy pants.” That’s what I call them, but they are also more popularly known as Yoga Pants.

There was no way this fat chick did any Yoga, though. I doubt she even ate “Yogurt.” She seemed more like a Cheeseburger gal.

My point in bringing this up is just that I was fascinated by all shapes and sizes of women. I wondered how someone would even fuck this lady. Her ass cheeks were so huge! I had a decent-sized cock, but I doubted that I’d actually be able to reach her pussy from the back.

Fantasizing about weird sex acts with random strangers was a good way to pass the time when you are stuck looking at an endless array of Dooney and Burke purses and handbags.

Brunna and Gloria were also wearing a tight pair of stretchy pants. Gloria looked pretty low-key in hers (as most women did).

However, Brunna’s body was so thick that the stretchy pants drew your eye to her ass. The pants fight so tightly that they forced her ass cheeks up and separated them. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing any panties under them because there would have been visible panty lines. There was nothing but smooth ass under those tight pants.

I almost got caught looking at her a few times by Hector. I think my mom and Gloria noticed, but Brunna seemed largely unaware. I didn’t want to be a creep, so I stopped looking at her entirely.

Shortly after that, My mom gave my sister and me twenty dollars and told us to meet her back at the spot where we got dropped off at 2pm. That was even better. I could roam around by myself. Gloria let Hector and Brunna go off on their own.

Hector and I started off roaming around together, and Brunna and Audrey naturally paired up as well.

There was a “Beef Jerky Experience” store that gave out free samples. I tried a few of those, but you probably don’t care about my thoughts on Teriyaki or bourbon-flavored bacon jerky. As I recall that day, all I remember is that it was a massive shrine to retail, and I had the ultimate freedom to go anywhere but no desire to actually shop.

My mom and Gloria were in their element. They loved shopping. There were plenty of places for my sisters, like Claire’s, that sold make-up and accessories. I lost track of Hector almost immediately, and so I just sort of roamed around and people (boob) watched.

There were a lot of cool places to choose for lunch, and twenty bucks would buy me a meal at just about any one of them. There was Fuddruckers, Hooters, even an iHop. I briefly considered Hooters – but not for their chicken wings – I wanted to ogle the waitresses with big boobs!

I didn’t feel guilty about that – that’s what the place was known for and why these women got jobs there. They know they are eye candy! I could finally look and not feel guilty.

The restaurant chain has a reputation for hiring attractive waitresses. However, they all looked way too much like painted-up Barbie dolls. I walked in and walked right out. I was hoping they had a short girl with huge honkers like my cousin, that didn’t mind being ogled over lunch.

I wasn’t obsessed with Brunna, but at the same time, I found my standard for what kind of turned me on was an innocent-looking girl that had a turned-up nose, weak chin, puffy cheek, a big butt, and a huge set of tits.

I wasn’t entirely disappointed. My waitress was older than me, but she seemed really dim-witted and dopey. I asked for Root Beer, and she brought me, Doctor Pepper. I told her that it wasn’t Root Beer, and she took it back and brought me, Doctor Pepper, again and said that it was the same thing.

It was a little frustrating, and I totally got that the way this girl made it through life was by being such a brainless bimbo people took pity on her. She had huge knockers and a thick and juicy ass. I ordered some wings with medium sauce, and she brought me boneless wings with hot sauce.

“Oh, sorry,” she stuck her tongue out. It was magnificent. The girl’s tongue reminded me of an anteater. She had magnificent thick lips, too, and I could imagine how special a blowjob from her would feel simply by having those puffy lips gripping my cock in her mouth. She sucked on her pen while she was adding up a bill and caught me staring at her.

She smiled at me and flitted away.

In a lot of ways, she reminded me of Brunna, just more compact and a little more round all over.

“Do you live around here?”

“No, I come down from Tennessee and then stay in a hotel while I work,” she said so deadpan that I thought she was serious. “Obviously, I live here, dummy. I work here,” she had the sexiest Louisiana accent I’d ever heard.

“My name is, um,” I had momentarily forgotten my name.

“Jason?”

“How did you know that!”

“It’s on your credit card,” she pointed out. She still had the card I had used to pay for lunch with.

“Oh yeah, what’s yours?”

“Whuh-eye?” the girl dragged out the word why in her deep southern drawl, and it sounded so sexy and inviting. “You collecting names or something? I am just teasin’. My name is Lexi. What’s yours? Oops, Your name is Jason, Rah-eight?”

“Yes, um. This is going to sound crazy,” I summoned all of my courage. I assumed that I might as well take a shot. She could only tell me no. If she did, I didn’t live here, and I’d never run into her again. It’s like playing the lottery. You can’t win if you do not buy a ticket.

The look on Lexi’s face was encouraging. She seemed to be secretly signaling to me she was hoping that I’d ask her out.

“I am just in town for a few days. Would you like to go out when you get off of work?”

“Awww, that’s really cute,” Lexi took her pen from her ear and put it in her mouth and sucked on it. “This is my phone number,” she wrote the first three numbers. “Depending on how big my tip is, I’ll put the other numbers.”

I had some money in my savings, but the credit card was connected to my parent’s account. “Twenty?”

“Do I look like a twenty-dollar girl to you?” Lexi smiled, opened her mouth, and sucked on that pen. “You don’t want my number anyway. I don’t think you want to talk on the phone. Do ya? I know what might work. I have a break coming up. “ she slowly reached down to my plate and touched the sauce. I watched her dab it with her finger and bring it up to my lips. I liked it.

“You like that?”

I did not. The sauce was way too hot. I nodded, and I did. My nose started to run, and my eyes watered.

“Put fifty dollars or more on the tip line, and I’ll meet you behind the dumpster out back,” Lexi sounded so sexy and wanton that I was becoming enamored. “I will make you feel really good and do something really special,” her eyes smoldered. Lexi wore smoky eyeshadow with a hint of sparkly glitter that gave her a trashy sort of slutty look.

“What are we going to do?” I asked nervously.

Lexi narrowed her eyes and told me that if I really had to ask, then I couldn’t handle it. “Look, I do not make this offer to just anybody. You are cute, and I’ve got 15 minutes to spare. I’ll rock your little world, but we need to keep it just between us, okay, baby?” Lexi stroked my hair, and I was smitten.

I was going to write down fifty dollars – which was a huge tip on a 20-dollar lunch.

“The minimum? That’s okay if that’s all you got, but if you want something really special? What do you like?” Lexi spun a little and stuck her rump out to check herself out in the mirror. “You like butts, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I confessed. I didn’t question how she knew that. Lexi seemed to have me all figured out. I felt like she was charmed by me and going to do something really nice for me.

Lexi seemed flattered. She closed her eyes and smiled. “They all do, baby. I have the best ass in this bar, and I love to play, but I won’t do that for fifty. You go on and write down what you think is fair, and I’ll make sure you are satisfied.”

Fuck it. I wrote a hundred dollars on the tip line and put the pen down. I was already thinking twice about my decision when she took the pen and receipt and cleared the table. “Okay, let me go clock out and lube up. I bet you’ve got a really big pecker, don’t you?” she admired my crotch.

I nodded, and I looked down. Lexi stood there and let me gaze at those orange shorts and imagine the honeyed treasure that was inside.

She sighed like that was all she ever wanted- even though she was sexy enough to pull just about any guy she wanted. I thought maybe she really was craving my dick! I wasn’t huge, but I had a decent 8 and a half inches swinging between my legs. “If you want the butt, go behind the dumpster. I can’t leave at the same time, or they’ll figure it out. Wait for me, okay baby?”

Oh yeah. You know what happened next, right?

Biggest waste of a hundred dollars of my life! I just didn’t realize it yet. I knew I’d never have a chance with this girl normally, but she made it seem like she met guys outside so regularly that it was a sure thing. I had no reason to doubt it.As reality slowly started to set in, I stood there like an eager dummy, behind a dumpster that smelled of trash and urine, thinking about how I’d be taking this hot girl in the ass.Where exactly? It was broad daylight, and even though I was behind the Hooters, there were restaurants and businesses on all sides. We’d have been caught.

I assumed she knew some secret hidey-hole or alleyway, or maybe she’d pull down those tight orange shorts and let me slide it in while we pretended to be talking. I do not know what I thought.

I kept replaying the event in my head. Lexi had seemed practically brain-dead when she first started serving me. Her voice started getting more rapid, and her words were far clearer when she was closing the deal with me. About the time I realized that she was much smarter than she let on, I saw my mom and Gloria.

“What are you doing back here?” they were crossing from a Nike Outlet to the other side.

I still held out hope that I might see Lexi. I figured it was just my luck that she was going to walk out and get scared off.

“I was just chillaxing, you know?”

“By the dumpster?” Gloria clearly didn’t believe me, and neither did my mom.

“Some place quiet for a minute; check my phone,” I said.

“What did you buy for 127.89 dollars at Hooters?” my mom held up her phone notification. My account was linked to theirs, and she saw the expense. At the time, I assumed I would be able to explain that I added an extra zero to the tip. I will freely admit now, in retrospect, that I was super horny and thought I had the chance of a lifetime to fuck a hot girl in the ass.

“What? That was a mistake,” I feigned ignorance, but I am a terrible liar, and I could see from the look on their face that they suspected something.

“Well, let’s go back inside and straighten it out,” my mom insisted.

Naturally, I tried to come up with a reason to let it drop. I was even considering coming clean about it.

Lexi intercepted us at the door. She hadn’t gone on break at all. “Oh honey, your mom?” she asked with pity on her face as I walked up. She assumed I was sicking my mom on her to get her money back.

“Bless your heart. Did you mean to leave me a hundred-dollar tip, sweety pie?” Lexi’s down-home accent shifted to sound a little more Alabama or Georgia. “I think I know what happened. Did you think maybe I would go out with you if you seemed like a big tipper? Sweetheart. I told you that I had a boyfriend. I’ll tell you what, though, I’ll do you a solid,” she offered graciously. Then she looked at my mom. “How much should I reduce the boy’s tip to.”

God-damn it. You couldn’t have made me feel less like a man if you gave me a vasectomy and a sex change operation on the same day. Telling Gloria and my mom that I hit on her, and she turned me down was bad enough. Calling me boy and then asking my mom how much to reduce my tip by like I was a child?

“Well, that’s really nice of you. I think he made a mistake. Would twenty dollars as a tip be acceptable for the embarrassment?” my mom negotiated.