Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Twenty-Four

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 4
JAMIE: 5

Back at Wendy’s Office, the knock on her door could be any of a hundred interruptions that routine through out her day. Budget cost overruns, reporting requests, subordinates who need guidance, analysis, project delays that have to be resolved.

Naturally, it would be Vicky while Wendy was on all fours, with a slightly bent candle up her ass, masturbating on the carpet of her Office for her husband and a co-worker.

“I am on a teleconference” Wendy said suddenly frozen in shock.

“Okay, just can I ask that you keep it down please, I am on one two in the meeting room next door”

Vicky didn’t have a window office,  those were a sign of prestige. So naturally, taking a meeting room with windows was the next best thing.

“Yes Ma’am” Wendy said, as the two men remained quiet as church mice.

“You don’t have to be sarcastic” Vicky said as she stalked off back to her conference room.

Bill hadn’t seen Vicky, but he could already picture her just from the voice as this matronly woman with brown hair, and a permanent scowl.

“I think my wife and her had a thing for a while” Bill addressed Steve about Vicky after she was gone. “It sounds like it must have ended badly, that is why she prefers those know strings attached casual encounters, don’t you honey?”

“Not any more, Sir. You are curing me of that” Wendy played along with her husband as the obedient, nymphomaniac who wants therapy.

“Well, I hate to say it, but I think you two should try couple’s counseling, because if Vicky or anyone really found out about this, you’d probably lose your job, I would too.”

Wendy secretly smiled. She was still lapping Steve’s florsheim shoes with her tongue so he couldn’t see, but she was secretly hoping he’d be a rational, good guy. Her faith in humanity, and men in general was starting to return. She’d met only people who seemed to enjoy her fall from grace, Vicky certainly would have.

Steve was one of the good guys, she would have to remember to do something nice for him when she got to revert back to her old self.

“I was kind of hesitant to offer you this, Steve.” Bill said after a dramatic pause. “You’ve been a good sport about all this, and I am not going to pretend I don’t see that bulge in your khakis, right now.” he said reassuringly.

“My wife, never tried to seduce you, because you are a strong, powerful square jawed, kind of guy like me”

Bill actually was had a receding hairline, and his chin wasn’t all that square either.

“I feel like, I can trust you.” Bill said, while folding his arms, and crossing his legs seated in the chair directly across from a view of his wife’s ass cheeks, split in two by the white candle jutting out of it.

Steve nodded with a look of understanding.

“As you  know, my wife is a cock hound, and the supervision is to keep her from wanting to stray and have sex with any stranger she meets.”

Steve continued to nod, as if listening to a lecture at the critical point of understanding.

“Well, you aren’t a random stranger, you’d be her handler here at work. I mean she fucks me, and she is a good little fuck. So it isn’t like I am trying to cut her off from sex.”

Steve seemed to be losing the point, but nodded anyway.

“Well, if you wanted her to suck your dick, or even to fuck her, I wouldn’t be opposed to that. I mean, you deserve a little release,  if you are going to be around this. I mean, I don’t have to know about the details of it.” Bill tried to sound like he was being generous at the same time sacrificing for the good of his wife.

“You’d let me fuck your wife? What if Mrs Taylor doesn’t want too?” Steve was looking down again at the woman licking his shoes, wondering if he even needed to ask the question.

“Steve, I’d love to suck your dick” Wendy slithered up to his waist and began to unzip his pants. Playing to the hilt the over-sexed cougar for her husbands benefit. She knew based on their deal, if she was a good and willing actress it meant it would be easier for Jamie and she was actually more than a little turned on by the roleplay.

She hated to admit it to herself, but the power she had over Steve, felt like the Cobra about to hypnotize the mongoose in Rikki-Tikki-Tavi and old children’s book she used to read to Jamie before bed.

“Well, that’s all I need to see, she’s in good hands. I can see I don’t need to offer this to another guy in the Office.  Just remember, now and then, even if you don’t want too, give her a good poking in the ass. So she doesn’t enjoy it too much. She‘ll give you my email so you can send me updates.“

Steve was about to ask “Really?” but Bill had already walked out.

Bill’s drive home was glorious. He had just left his wife in the hands of some twenty-something guy to probably fuck the shit out of her all day and he wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t mad or worried at all. He wasn‘t sure if this guy would do half the rules he gave him, but it‘d be funny to see how many he did do.

It was about noon, so he stopped for a bite to eat. He wanted to get some naptime himself, but he was a little amped up. Bill ordered his food in a delighted mood. Things were working out so much better than he could have hoped.

He couldn’t believe how no matter how far he seemed to push things, the girls seemed to take it like champions. He thought to himself he would have felt jealous. Wondered how big that guy’s dick was. What a difference a weekend in charge had made to his confidence. He wasn’t worried at all, even though the last image in his head was of his wife’s smiling face as she was about to gobble a dick.

He thought about the image of her face as he took a bite out of his hamburger. Was she acting? Or was she really enjoying this? The image of her sly smile was burned into his head. It was the look one would expect from a succubus as she is about to suck your soul out in some rock band’s album cover.

He was conflicted once again. He was trying to resolve his possessive feelings about his wife. He wanted to see that face greedy for cock, that perfect image of a horny slut that his imagination only enhanced further the more he thought about it.

How did that mesh with his sadistic desires for control, and his new feelings of confidence. That when she was done for the day being watched by Steve by HIS rules, he’d get a report from the guy. If he decided Steve was out, he was out. Then Wendy would come home and be his bitch to do with as he liked.

It was about the time he was deciding confidence was a good thing, that hhe got the call. It was Cherry Lawn.

“Oh obviously, if it’s something to do with school, call my wife’s phone!” Bill thought angrily to himself as he opened the more modern phone he had taken from his wife for his use. They would have had no way to know he had it now, so he took it as a snub he wasn't being contacted. (Even though he didn't have his old phone with him to be sure they weren't call him there. That is just how Bill's mind works).

“Yallo?”

It was the school, they explained that they had caught his daughter masturbating in the boy’s bathroom with a banana.

He had to stifle his laughter. He knew Chris had put her up to it. Instead, he tried to sound very serious.

“Well, I should probably come down there right away and discipline her. She has been exhibiting some pretty disruptive behavior lately.” Bill tried to sound serious.

“Actually, we’d like to see you and your wife both. This is very serious.” the man on the other end of the phone said.

“Of course it is serious, you are telling me my daughter was naked playing with herself with a banana.” Bill had to reign his voice back down realizing he was in a fast food place.

He was on his way. He thought about getting Wendy, but if the school was going to suspend Jamie, the two of them would probably quit this little game and Bill didn’t want it to come to an end. He didn’t have a plan but he knew he was going to have to think on his feet. He texted his son for details of what actually happened to lead up to this on the way to Cherry lawn.

When Bill arrived at the Office, he saw his blonde hair daughter, sitting like a little angel in the chair outside of the Principal’s Office. She had on a red and white shirt that read “Trojan Spirit” obviously given to her because her clothes disappeared when the crowd dispersed.

“Well young lady, I am very disappointed with you!! I would expect to see your brother Chris out here, but not you!” Bill said loud enough that it could be heard in the Principal’s office. Then he leaned in close “Play along, I’ll get you out of this, and I promise I’ll give you three stars.” he winked at his daughter to let her know he wasn’t mad.

Jamie’s attitude visually improved, she had expected her Dad was going to use this as a reason to extend her punishments and now he was coming to her rescue? She whispered “way to go dad” as she sniffled back a tear.

Her Dad walked into the Principal’s Office with all the confidence of a man who was on top of the world and didn’t care who knew it. He thrust out a firm handshake to the Principal “I am Mr Taylor”.

The principal, a black man with a deep voice in his late fifties immediately reminded  Bill of “Phillip Banks” the Dad on Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

“I was hoping your wife could join us” the Principal noted returning the handshake.

“Well, she is a little tied up, at work right now.” Bill said, smirking at his own pun. He was imagining her with a computer mouse gag and tied up with all the little cords and cables from her computer.

“We’ve actually never had a problem with Jamie. She has always been an exemplary student. She donates her time through one of our clubs that helps the homeless, cheerleader, good athlete, honor student. I’ve never seen someone do such a sudden 180 degree turn into a bad girl.”

Bill put his finger to his lip. He was trying to go over what strategy to take here. He was wishing Wendy was here right now, she probably could have thought of a plausible answer.

“So, she gets a one week suspension? Two weeks? Kicked off cheerleading?” Bill said impatient to hear what he was dealing with.

“Frankly, our school doesn’t have guidelines to handle this sort of flagrant exposure of a student around boys. In situations like this, I would suggest perhaps an alternative school.”

“For troubled teens?” Bill cut-off the principal. defensively.

“That isn’t what I said” The principal answered. “I must admit, in recent months this isn’t an isolated case. Girls have been flashing boys, running track naked late at night.”

Bill smiled, he felt he probably knew some of the girls who had done that. He had photographed them months ago when they answered his Craig list ad. In retrospect he should have realized something was up when he started getting so many emails from cheerleaders each with the same desire to pose for him, especially for what he was paying.

“It’s a dirty world, they’ve got the internet, south park, music television, you know, Principal, I can’t really speak for them. I know my Jamie is a good girl, just probably who knows, peer pressure.”

“That is exactly what I think, too” the Principal said as he sat back in his chair and folded his hands. “There is one girl who always comes seems to be involved in these incidents, a student by the name of Cathy Griffin. I suspect she may have been encouraging your daughter to do what she did. I am prepared to offer leniency if she will admit that it was Cathy who put her up to it.”

“So far, No girls have come forward to tell on this girl, and you think she is the ring leader”. Bill remembered last Friday when Cathy and her brothers had scared the shit out of them. If it hadn’t been for them, he’d probably be dancing a jig naked right now in his living room.

However, for some reason he had felt they intruded on HIS family. He didn’t like Cathy, but at the same time he remembered her brothers were in the profession of ruining lives. Lawyers, repo men, they sort of exuded the threat of danger.

“It’d be her word against Cathy’s, wouldn’t it?”

The Principal agreed “But, Jamie has never done anything wrong, so that would weigh heavily into this.”

“Let me guess, has Cathy Griffin ever been caught masturbating naked with a banana?” Bill said smiling.

“I don’t see any reason to make light of this” The Principal said in seriousness.

“No, obviously it is serious, although I think you can see how ridiculous this all sounds. When I was a kid, I accidentally touched my pecker to a flag pole, or at least that’s what I told my parents because I was too embarrassed to admit it was a double-dog dare. My point is, this Cathy Griffin, she’s got her nose clean, so her word is going to be better than my daughter. Jamie will just seem like she is trying to save her own ass by ratting out whoever you finger.”

“I think I see your point, Well I don’t see any other alternative but to suspend” The Principal was cut off by a knock at the door. It was of all people Cathy Griffin, the red-headed cheerleader who they were having a conversation about.

She didn’t look like an evil mastermind. She looked like a slice of Americana Apple Pie, her chipper smile, her eyes bright.

“Hi, I found Jamie’s clothes, I thought I’d bring them by” She waved at Mr. Taylor as she sheepishly walked in. “I hope I am not interrupting anything.”

“Just leave them with my receptionist, I am sure Mr. Taylor can collect them on his way out with his daughter. She’ll be facing at least a two week suspension, unless perhaps you have something to say?” the Principal said challenging the young girl.

“Gosh, I would hate to see Jamie get suspended, that would take her off the cheerleading team. I wonder who would take her place as one of the captains?” she put her finger to her mouth as if in wonder.

“I am sure you are delighted to hear about that, now if you’ve nothing to say about it further, then I’ll thank you to return to class.” the Principal was all business.

“Actually, I do have some pictures on my cell phone that I wanted to show you, I actually think you got the wrong girl.”

“Don’t be preposterous there were at least a dozen eye witnesses, she is sitting in my lobby with only a shirt on. Now no more of your nonsense, please get back to class.” the Principal commanded authority.

“I think you want to see these photos though, I think it was a different girl.” she offered a cell phone to the Principal who grabbed it out of her hands. “I warn you, if these images are of under age girls baring their bosoms, there will be an inquiry”.

He stopped as he said inquiry and his mouth dropped open. He began to page through picture after picture.

Bill wasn’t sure what was on the phone, but he sure wanted to know. If it was possible for a black man to have all the color drain from his face, it was happening right now.

“Mr Taylor, I believe I owe you and your daughter an apology, I think that there has been a misunderstanding.”

Bill wasn’t going to argue with him, but he was curious “So what does that mean?”

“That means you can take your daughter and go home, and please don’t let me see her in this office again, we never have to speak of this incident again, as far as I am concerned it never happened.”

Cathy smirked and gave a wink to bill as if she had just saved his bacon once again. “Well, you’ve got to file an official report I am sure. I wonder who the girl in the pictures are, it looks kind of like your daughter, Latisha. She is a cheerleader, I can see how people would get them confused. Those other pictures though, of  the black gentleman at the motel. He seemed familiar too”.

The tension was so thick, the Principal was speechless. The photos on that phone could end his twenty year career in education, his marriage.  He wanted his daughter to go into politics, that surely wouldn’t happen with tawdry photos. His face was stony, but it was clear to Bill that his eyes showed defeat.

“I didn’t hear anything, so we’ve got ourselves an understanding then?” Bill shook the Principal’s hand and took his daughter by the hand gruffly “Come on, slut. You get to go home early”

Leaving the Principal with some sort of mess or two.  Bill wasn’t sure, but as he closed the door he thought he heard the Principal sobbing and pleading.