Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

[amandaserve]

Okay, without any cross roads feedback i decided to make it painless for Susan to start her new life. Any feedback so far? ideas for the story?

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Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

CHAPTER SIX: The Sixty-Four Scooby Question:

Aside from the many ‘what if’ scenarios that raced through Susan’s mind, and the question of whether she could even LIVE like this. She had a big question on her brain. You see to answer the question of whether she could live like this, she would have to actually LIVE that way, all the imagination in the world could not tell her if she had what it takes to dive into the deep end of an alternative lifestyle and chuck it all. Live on the open road.

Susan had found her twisted mind actually helping by coming up with suggestions on how to best use her and train her. She had a hard time justifying why she was giving them? Would the blackmailed heroine to her favorite story give suggestions to her captor? Only if she secretly feared they would do worse things to her.

Hmmm, that almost seemed plausible. In reality, it was just that she wanted to ensure that this training felt as real as it could be. That she didn’t feel like Susan anymore but as “Kitten” the new slut on board Tucker’s truck. If she felt like she was just play acting for a time, and not really 24/7 this person it wouldn’t seem as real .

The Big Question she had to answer though, before they could set a date was; What to tell her family. Surely, they needed to know where she was going, and why?

In the interest of a good story, I am going to tell you that Tucker and Susan spent hours talking about ‘what ifs’ on how to approach this, everything from running off and leaving a note, to faking an abduction and all points in between.

Ultimately they decided to be honest. Susan was to come clean, that she needed a break, from everything not just Jim. She was going to be living on the road and she was going to phone home and she may even come back if she finds she had a change of dreams.

She didn’t go into detail that she’d be living as a whore and a slave on the road or exactly why she was choosing this, other than she knew she needed a change. That seemed like a good compromise to the truth.

At the same time, she also wanted the monkey off her back, she wanted to be totally obvious about how she’d be living. She pictured her friends from work and the gym as they saw her saunter in some place with a big leather collar around her neck in a plaid miniskirt and white tank top and fuck-me pumps and how they’d be so shocked. How the women may be impressed she had the courage to go through with living this fantasy out, how the men would get a little hard and amused.

In the end though, when she told Jim he was more concerned about the possibility of divorce costing him half of his assets and how this would affect the kids, then he was of convincing her to stay.

She said “Jim, we’ll circle back after I’ve been out there for ninety days and I’ll sign any divorce papers you want if I do not come home. Think of this as a separation. You can go to hooters, you can be a little wild, whatever you think is fine with me.

He actually seemed pretty supportive of this idea, but the question fo custody of the kids?

She said jokingly “well you could take one, and I’d take the other, haha.”
Jim thinking she was serious blurted out “I’ll keep Michael”

Susan couldn’t help but asked why he made that choice so quickly.
Jim’s response was that Michael is a boy, and Amanda is already in puberty and he wasn’t prepared to deal with bras, birth control and dating. After a slight pause he amended that to say “Alone, at least.”.

Susan smirked and thought about it and she realized that she had power over Jim. Far from being totally pissed at her for breaking up the family, this guy was caught up in the American Justice System: The Father is lucky to keep half his stuff and get to visit his kids in a divorce. She could demand almost anything she wanted.

She also had a fall back plan, because she wasn’t sure if she could live out on the road this way. She could always just come back and make up with Jim. That’d be easy enough. So as long as she didn’t twist the knife on him, she could probably kiss him good bye at the door when Tucker came to pick her up!

That is exactly what happened, except that when she told Michael and Amanda that she was going to go, they both teared up and felt like they were losing their mom. “Why? Why?” Michael kept asking.

“You aren’t losing a mom” said Susan when she had a moment of clarity after the initial shock of telling them she was going away wore off. “I haven’t been a great mom anyway, I’ve been self absorbed and I am going away as kind of therapy for myself. It is going to be an adventure yes, but at the same time I am going to learn a lot about myself and make some changes in my behavior. I may come back and be a much better person.”

He didn’t really ‘get it’ but Amanda sure did.

She actually wanted to go. A few days after the initial conversations were over, she came to her mom and made her case. “What you said about going on the road. It sounds just like what Iwant to do, back pack across Europe. I spoke to Dad and he said you would agree to take me with you?”
Now what could Susan say when it was put to her like that? She could
say “No, I can’t take you” and look like the jerk, since Jim said it was okay.
Yet, she didn’t want to reveal just how dirty and wicked this whole trip was going to be to scare her off.

She spoke to Tucker about it, and they talked about ways they could bring her.

She came back to the yahoo messenger to let Tucker know what had happened and see if he still wanted a barely 15 year old teen girl on the truck.

Trucker69: “Damn Straight”

Sexysusan: “LOL. This is my daughter, we are talking about. BRB”.

Together they discussed the moral implication of having your daughter with you while you are trained as a Slut and a Slave. They discussed how many BDSM families struggle with their identity and how to raise kids in an alternative lifestyle.

They also discussed Tucker’s description of the male fantasy ingrained by Penthouse Letters. That of the story that begins “So I went over to my neighbors house to borrow a cup of sugar. Mrs Robinson’s 18 year old daughter from college answered the door in a bath towel and invited me in to where her mother and her where talking…” and ends “Wow, was that a summer I’ll never forget!”.

Susan had watched another of those Penn and Teller “Bullshit” shows on What is the “Normal Family Unit” and they had revealed that instead of Leave it to Beaver suburban families like hers, the world was made up of many other types. Lesbian couples raising a daughter or son, or polycouples where there are many wives to one man.

If you become a mormon and you move to Utah and you have to give up smoking and birthdays, you can’t very well plan birthday parties for your kids, if you expect to be a practicing mormon. The basic logic to that argument is that they have to know something and they have to interact with you in your new role.

Repression was defined as where you have no problem telling a stranger how you feel about something.

Yet, when it came to loved ones or people who cared about you, you felt ‘for their own good’ you had to live a double life/could not tell them, or that they would ‘not accept it’’understand’.

Yet, wouldn’t the people that love you, be the ones to accept you?
Michael (her son) would probably rub his hands together, cackle manically like an evil genius and say “Go make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich!” if he knew she had to serve and be humble. He would probably as they do these days, immediately ‘get’. but how would Amanda react?
There were three possible reactions as Tucker saw it.
She could choose not to accept her mother in this new role and reject the fact that she was being trained.

She could choose to accept and tolerate her mom’s new role on the truck, but ultimately she would have to learn to be more than an observer of life. She would have to learn to interact with us, what her boundaries are as far as on and off the truck and what is expected of her/privileges she has. After all, she’d be learning to drive and can’t just sit in the back and stare at the DVDs all day.

The third option, She could be curious about what we are doing and want to learn more about training. That one was a little more complex and a bit like the elephant in the room. Neither of them really wanted to talk about that possibility, it left them feeling uncomfortable to think that their life would impact her, and that they would somehow be ‘role models’ . They preferred to think that some how they could do this and she would just be a passive observer but would remain ‘normal’.

The first step was to tell Amanda what was going to happen on the truck. There were only a few days before he was going to be in town to pick Susan up, so Susan took Amanda out for a cup of coffee where they could be alone and talk for a little while. No blackberries, no game boy ds, no Television, no distractions.

“Look, I’ve never been the Summer’s Eve Commercial Mom, running along the beach in a flowery skirt, holding hands and talking about feminine itches. We have not been too close totally…”
Before she could finish her point talking Amanda out of going, Amanda jumped in with “Yeah, this is a chance for me to really get to know you.”

“Good Point, Amanda.” Susan conceded “The thing is though, this is kind of an adult trip.”

“You mean you are going to be partying and hooking up and all that?” Amanda seemed to be smiling and getting the idea.
“No, not exactly…” Susan was searching for the right way to explain what she meant by adult. She didn’t think her daughter had any frame of reference. Growing up in in a fairly wealthy, suburban household had made her daughter a little bratty and snotty and left her without an appreciation for how hard a lot of people have it in life.
Amanda snorted and said “C’mon, just spit it out.”

“well, its like this, and your father or brother do not know and so I do not want you to tell them.”
Amanda nodded impatiently.

“I am going to be trained like a slave on the truck, do you know what that is?” Before Susan could finish the question Amanda was already laughing out loud.

“OMG, Mom.” Amanda actually said “O” “M” “G”, the abbreviation for the online chat words of “Oh My God”. “That is so wild. I had no idea you were into that kind of thing.”

Not the pleasant reaction that Susan expected, remembering her own childhood and not having any idea what anal sex or something not nearly as complex as BDSM was growing up, she’d just assumed her daughter wouldn’t know about that.

Turns out from their talking, that it was far more common than she thought. She listened to her daughter try to explain it, from cyber chat rooms where people ‘role play’ a vampire master, to Hot Topic (A store in the mall) that sells 4 inch chain collars to 14 year old girls. South Park (A cartoon) apparently had a character named “Mister Slave” and one episode in particular, the teacher who owned him introduced a hamster up his assistant he called “Mister Slave”’s butt in the 4th grade class room in order to get fired from school so he could do a lawsuit for discrimination on his homosexuality.

Susan didn’t really see how that would be a funny story, and made a mental note to talk to Jim about blocking that show, because Amanda was already talking about an episode where the boys learn to “Milk a Dog” before Susan could get another word in edge wise.

“Amanda, this is for real though. It is not a cartoon, and its not an online story of fiction you read online. I am going to have to be trained hard and disciplined. So as you can see this is kind of thing, you do not want to go with me on.”

“Why do you want to do this, anyway?” Amanda asked.
Susan gave her reasons, the ones about how she had been selfish and stingy, and stubborn and how a structured set of discipline would put her in her place and make her less a bitch. If Men got a kick out of it in the process and she was used for their amusement, she felt that the humbling experience would get rid of the pridefulness that had plagued her all her life.

“Look, if you want to do self help, you could go on Doctor Phil. What is the real reason?” Susan said skeptically.
Susan had to admit to herself and to her daughter, that deep down besides her feelings of atonement and repentance, she was seeing this change as a big adventure. At her age, it wouldn’t be long before she wouldn’t be able to do something like this, and the thought of chucking it all and living on the edge, the adrenalin rush, it was dangerous and dirty and it actually sounded a little fun.

Amanda said “well if its going to be secretly a little fun, why can’t I go?”
Susan sat quietly for a little while and said “For the many logical reasons I can give you, the fact that you are in dance, and will be missing the tail end of the school year and your friends from school, and your brother and your dad, I can also tell you that I am going to be a lot different than you know me as. I won’t be able to keep you in line or tell you what is what, or have the same kind of authority I do now as your mom, so I think it would just be too different for you.”

“Different is bad, how?” Susan asked her mom rhetorically.

“Okay, point taken Amanda. Look, here is the thing. On the truck you’d have to answer to Tucker basically as the authority figure. I do not know if I can trust him not to let you hang out with the wrong crowd or drink or whatever.” Susan knew she really didn’t want to just admit that she didn’t want her daughter to see her naked on all fours being a slave .

“Yep, you’ll just have to trust that you raised me with enough sense to choose my own path, and not to try to do all the wrong things in life.” Amanda seemed to be talking herself into this as she went as well. It may have been at first that Amanda was just asking to go to get out of the house for a little while and to see if she could make her parents nervous/address her concerns. You know, without actually intending to go through with the trip. Truth is, she did have a boyfriend or two at school and a lot of girl friends and she liked her routine, suburban life as the popular, slightly precocious and bratty 8th grader about to go to High School.
Amanda talked more about the school and some ‘goth girls’ that wear collars and say they are practicing “DS” and how the nerds think that means Nintendo DS. She talked about a girl who cuts herself with a razorblade and how she has to wear a rubber band around her wrist and flick it each time she thinks about it.

Susan asked if Amanda had ever asked her friend why she cut herself.
“Because it’s the only pain I can control” Susan said as if she was impressed with the deepness of her friends words.

Susan wanted to give a little litany about infection and how scarred that girl could get, but she realized that in the context of taking risks, it was probably not going to sound all that right coming from her at this particular moment. Susan just asked “Would you ever do something like that?”

“Hell no, I do not like pain.”

Susan didn’t either, but she didn’t want to echo back her sentiment that she read online where if “Some one hurts you and you like it, they aren’t doing it right.” Instead she sat quietly.

So did Amanda, more because she had said “Hell” and she hadn’t usually cussed in front of her mom before. Since her mom didn’t correct her cussing, she felt the need to break the silence a little bolder than before about the true stories of Julington Cove Middle School.

“In my school, every day there are fights, and some one gets pregnant, or comes to school with no panties, or some kind of drama, just like a springer show. Half the time its about attention and half the time its just trying to figure out if they can or should get away with it. Girls in my class say they are ‘lesbian’ and kiss openly in the lunch room just to see the look of shock on everyone’s face or to be accepted by the ‘crowd’, probably more than they do because they really understand being a lesbian.”

“Have you kissed a girl, Amanda?” Susan was feeling like this talk had taken a weird turn that she hadn’t expected. She had not asked these kinds of questions of her daughter and she probably never thought she would have too. This was a real surprise for her.

“yeah” Amanda blushed. “Of course…but not like full on make out or anything,
jeez”. Amanda got quiet again.

“Hey, did you hear about the blowjob club?”

“The What?” Susan said.

“Oh, I thought you had and just didn’t say anything about it. ORSD?”
Susan just looked expectantly for an answer to what ORSD meant.
“Open, remove, swallow dry.” Amanda said matter of factly.
Susan did not know what to say. Amanda was definitely a lot more savvy than she was at that age.

“The girls in the club use Jelly bracelets, if you break the blue one she has to blow you.” Amanda couldn’t believe she was explaining it to her mom. “The different colors, you know like green is with your hand, and pink is well..flash your tits.”

“THOSE 80 BRACELETS I WORE WHEN I WAS A KID?” Susan said accusingly. “Those pinks one you asked me for, that is what you wanted them for?

“Chill out Mom” Amanda laughed, and described how it really went;

Girl: Hey! You broke my fuck bracelet!

Guy: Whoops sorry. Hey! That means we have to have sex now!

Girl: (sarcastically) Oh yea baby!

Guy: Haha

Girl: Wanna go right now?

Guy: Seriously?

Girl: No you dumbass I was joking

Guy: Uh.. yea, I.. uh... I was too.

Girl: Riiiight…can you go be more sucky, somewhere else?

“FUCK BRACELETS?” Susan was about to tear up.

“Mom, watch your voice.” Amanda was still cheerful. “Yes, we call ‘em F-bracelets for short. Sorry about that.”

“No, I guess its good I know this. Should I stop you now, or are you about to tell me you were voted Leader of the Pink Ladies too?”

“The pink whats?” Amanda scrunched her nose.

“Never mind, its from a movie, that is before your time. When we get home I
want my pink jellies back.”

“Haha, I’ll look for them. So am I grown up enough to go on your adventure?”
“Why do you really want to go, Amanda?”

“You know, before we had this talk, I was just thinking it would be cool to get out of the house, like my backpacking in Euroupe instead of college, but the more I think about how little you know about the real world, the more I think you need me there to watch out for you.” Amanda grinned impishly.
“Haha” Susan laughed. She hadn’t laughed in a while, she had lost a lot of sleep thinking about this trip as the day drew near for Tucker to arrive and her to start her new life.

Susan shrugged and said she would talk to Tucker about it, and commented “look, if after 90 days of me being there I want to go home or he doesn’t want to do this, I am coming back to Jim. So if I let you on the truck, what happens on the truck, stays on the truck, cool?” as they were driving back home.

“Cool”. Amanda grinned.

When they got back home, Michael was watching a TV show where women were balling up dog turds and pitching them at each other in a batting cage.

Susan immediately shocked “DID YOU GET INTO YOUR FATHERS DVDS?”

“No ma, this is Fuze. Its Rad Girls. Its like Jackass. Except they are girls. They just ate sushi off a fat guy, and before that they had to walk around holding up a sign and asking to fart in guys mouths.” Michael said unphased by her moms shock.

“I do not understand half of what you just said, but that is totally disgusting…” Susan stopped herself for a second thinking on her conversation about the kind of world they live in today and what she would be doing as a slave.

Michael was eating a three musketeers bar, and Susan was like “Jeez c’mon Michael, its so close to dinner.”
“Oh gawd, mom. Lighten up. It’s the last few days before you’ll see me for a while.”
“You are right Michael, but still I want to show you how to make hot dogs, c’mon.”
“Really?” Michael perked up.
“Yeah, if you get hungry, I’d rather you eat that or soup, then pig out on snacks and candy.”

She spent the next three days as much as she could with Jim, Michael and Susan. Jim even thought they would be staying together when they had extremely rough and passionate sex those two nights before Tucker’s arrival.
They had laughed, and cried together, and she cherished those final days. Maybe she was starting to realize what she had given up to have a career and to be the business-bitch she had become.

The day before Tucker had arrived, she had turned in her blackberry and emptied out her desk at work. Her body had healed from the car wreck and she went into say goodbye at work. She had been such a shrew at work, she knew the few who said goodbye were really just being polite and would not miss her.

She didn’t tell them where she was going, she just cited personal reasons and quietly resigned. Her bags packed, she thought half a dozen times, should she just tell Tucker she had a change of heart?
Could she really go through with this?

[amandaserve]

Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

CHAPTER SEVEN: TUCKER ARRIVES

Tucker had already gone through all of what would have to happen if Amanda came on the truck, and as she only had a few weeks left of school, pulling her out a little early wouldn’t hurt, and then it would be summer time before they’d have to set up “Home School”. Susan had even talked to the principal to ensure that no matter what Amanda could go into 9th grade.
Amanda had said her goodbyes, and her father bought her a cell phone so she could call if she wanted. They promised to come back and visit (more on that later). They were agreed, Susan was going to take custody of Amanda and Michael was going to stay with Jim. Michael even asked if he could come as well, but it was decided that would be too tough, although Susan thought Jim would probably be relieved if he didn’t have to raise either on his own AND got to keep all his assets.

She couldn’t help but secretly want to see him disappointed/hurt by her leaving in her own way. Even though she knew that in her new role as a Slave on the road, she wasn’t supposed to feel malice towards men, she did have a few she felt that way about, she just was going to keep that to herself.

So when the day came for his arrival, Susan was packed. Well not really, the suitcases were going to be dropped in the dumpster about two miles down the road. That was just to help Jim think she was going to be relatively ‘normal’ on this trip.

She was starting a new life , a rebirth, so all her old shit was going to go into the dump. She was going to get all new clothes and put away all that was Susan.

Amanda though had two suitcases and was listening to her i-pod popping gum casually as they both sat on the front step waiting for Tucker to get there. They didn’t want him coming inside and there be an awkward scene with Jim and Michael.

When Tucker’s Peterbilt Semi Cab pulled up, Susan was kind of surprised to see he wasn’t pulling a trailer behind it. “I guess” she thought to herself “They are not supposed to just be driving around without a haul are that?” she wondered if she was asking herself such stupid questions to avoid the awkwardness of finally meeting in person.

Tucker honked his horn, and his Truck made that loud braking sound as it stopped infront of their pristine Julington Creek home in the suburbs, blocking the road.

He got out and started to walk up slowly. He looked even bigger than his picture, bald with a little facial hair, and kind of a bear sized man. He was wearing a T-shirt that said “Mustache Rides 5 Cents” and courdoroys, a look that basically says “What the fuck are you looking at?”

Susan asked Amanda one more time. “Okay now, you remember what I told you to expect? Well we are going to go over it all in demos, one at a time once we get down the road a piece, are you sure you want to go with us?” she asked almost pleadingly.

“Yeah mom

“You know you can’t call me mom on the truck, its gotta be my training name. I am not going to have authority to discipline you or make you brush your teeth, and so Tucker is going to basically be the step dad/babysitter here.”

“Yeah Yeah, Sorry its just a habit.”

“Well look, its hard for me too. I just realize I can’t be switching my persona back and forth from Mom the hardass, to Kitten the …”

“soft ass?” Amanda giggled.

“Some kind of ass….” Susan conceded. “ Look, you’ve seen me naked before, but really and truly this is going to be naughty and wicked.”

“Yeah yeah, I get it. Jeez..c’mon lets go”

Tucker was standing over them, smiling while they had the conversation on the front step. He was just patiently listening and when they noticed him, he just said;

“Damn Straight”.

Ironic bastard.

[tessa]

I am still reading through this, albeit only a bit at a time. I'll be back when I get all the way through, ok?

tessa