"How about that! I guess you'll have to choose between accepting a public fucking or a private whipping, won't you? That question will be on the exam, and you'll get a whipping for each time you reject a man's advance."
Sue said, "Tough choice, Sarah, but a fucking is better than a whipping, and public fucking is better than private fucking any day."
"You guys are out to ruin me."
Sue said, "So what. You're off the squad, now. What are you protecting?"
Jack said, "She's not a cheerleader anymore?"
"No, she's over the hill if you can believe that. They can't try out after the age of twenty-six.
They probably would have made an exception in Sarah's case, but someone told the manager that she was hanging out with a woman of questionable moral character and was told she couldn't try out for this season's squad. They're crazy. I have never seen Sarah with anyone like that, and we are always together."
Sarah angrily said to Sue, "They were talking about you, Sue. You're the woman of questionable moral character. You're the one that told the dance coach that breeding the girls to dogs would tone their legs. You're the one who suggested we do routines with dogs and change our name to the Dallas Cowbitches. You got me kicked off the squad, Sue. You'd better make that little bitch of yours suffer good, I mean really suffer. You owe me."
Sue said, "I did you a favor, you dumb bitch. You're too old to be flouncing around on a football field with pompoms in your hand. The Cowbitches are cramping our style. We can't do shit without you worrying about your fucking fans. Now, we can. You don't need to be discreet anywhere."
"Yeah, thanks to you."
"You're welcome. As for my little bitch, I'll make her suffer all you want as long as you can take what Jack dishes out afterward. It'll be up to you, Sarah.
If I see you want me to go on, I'll go on. I can take it. Can you? I'll wound the shit out of her if you want. I'll put her in a fucking wheelchair. Can you handle a wheelchair?"
That cooled Sarah and told Jack that he'd made the right choice. They did need a controlling influence.
The bitch had it bad. Sarah looked to Jack with a softer tone in her expression and softly said, "Jack, please go easier on me. You said discreet. I don't care if I'm not a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader anymore, I want discreet. I still have my fans. Following your orders will not be discreet. I'll be a whore in everyone's eyes in no time at all. Can't we keep this close to home and out of the public eye?"
"I'll tell you what I'll do.
You hang onto that uniform. Your career is not over, not by a long shot. Your fan club will double, triple, maybe quadruple.
Sarah Brewer posters won't just be the most popular, they'll outsell all the others combined. Interested?"
"Sure. I'd love that, but they told me to turn in my uniform."
"I'll have an entire wardrobe of uniforms made for you to keep?"
"Can you do that? They're made special, you know, and it's against the law to copy them."
"It's against the law to use a Dallas Cowboys trade mark, but stars on a sexy cowgirl suit is not illegal. People who see Sarah Brewer in a sexy cowgirl outfit will see a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader. They won't be looking for trademarks. Let me worry about legal issues. Slaves just wear what they're told to wear, go where they're told to go, and do what they're told to do. Masters deal with the petty bullshit.
Are you interested in a new career as a solo act?"
"Yeah, very interested. I'd love it."
"If you take a job as a nude dancer in a Dallas club and work as an escort, a high class hooker, I'll drop that order. In this way, you can restrict your exposure to the small seedier set, but the exposure will be greater and local.
I know a club owner that would love to put your sexy Dallas Cowboys cheerleader ass to work and he needs a beauty like you that will do anything-parties, groups, porno, even the pooches.
I'll split the money with you right down the middle, tips included.
Remember the polygraph. You're not holding out on this pimp, bitch."
Sue said, "Hey, another direct hit on a fantasy. This is your lucky day, Sarah."
"The fuck it is. Most of my fantasies I want to remain fantasies. That's one of them, so is the open cheating one. Cheating on Jerry is one thing, but you want a prostitute porn star who dances nude in a local club and screws mutts in the back room. This isn't fucking Jerry over, this is sticking a knife in his heart, twisting, pouring salt in the wound as he's dying, then pushing him in a hole and kicking on the dirt while he's still breathing. Not only that, I'd be fucking over the girls on the Dallas Cowboys cheerleading squad.
I don't want you to torture Heather to death, just make her suffer a little."
Sue said, "You're grossly exaggerating and your analogy sucks; besides, you should fuck over the Cowbitches.
Not one of those sluts stood up for you. They all want you off the field because you steal their attention away. They all move up one notch when you step off the field. Fuck 'em, fuck 'em all.
Jerry isn't going to die, he's going to go through a rough period of adjustment. Whores and porn stars have husbands who love them and accept what they do. They have kids, too, families made up of bastards. Jerry will eventually accept what you do and what you are. And you want to see Heather suffer a lot. Quit blowing this out of proportion."
"This child molestation fantasy is coming at a very high cost, I hope you know.
Look, I want some concessions made regarding what can be done to Heather without my having to worry about getting my butt whipped. If I can't get that, then I'm sorry, but I can't go through with this. You're asking too much."
Sue said to Jack, "I know what she wants. Can we agree to some slight wounding as long as it doesn't take Heather out of action? Hell, if you fuck a sore pussy on that girl and it hurts, she'll love it more."
"Sue, you can't fuck a pussy with open wounds without risking infection. Any infection can lead to serious complications. Serious complications will bring in the authorities. No deal."
"He's right, Sarah. A blister can pop and cause all kinds of trouble in a place like that. We can try it using lots of KY Jelly. It might not raise a blister as wet as she gets anyway. Jack, what about her tits and ass? There should be no problem with blisters there, right?"
"Sue, are you going to be snubbing cigarettes out on Heather?"
"Don't ask, Jack. You don't really want to know, trust me."
"Fuck! You're a sick bitch, Sarah, gorgeous but sick. [Sarah hung her head and looked down] All right, I'll tolerate a few at a time, but I don't want to see her blistered up and scarred… No. Hold everything. We're forgetting one thing. She has this church thing going. Blisters are out. Any lasting signs of hard physical abuse are out. Case closed. Now what? Do we start over?"
Sarah slapped the mattress and said, "Shit, this is ridiculous. If you can't even whip her good for me, what's the point! What are you going to do, spank her fanny? Big fucking deal."
Sue said, "Now wait a minute, Sarah. So you don't get exactly what you want.
It's the suffering you mainly want to see. I can make her suffer without doing any injury. A wide, soft-leather belt that's wet can hurt more than a thin one though it doesn't cut. As far as burning goes, if you cool the area to be burned by rubbing ice on it, a hot knife blade or melted wax will feel like hot embers to her. She'll suffer the same, maybe worse, and there's a whole shitload of stuff you can do with sterile needles."
"Really!"
"Yes, really. I'll get in touch with the people who know about these things.
There's lots of ways the pros inflict terrible pain while producing no lasting injury.
I just don't know enough about the subject. We can make her suffer to your satisfaction. Once I know what I'm doing, I'm sure I can make her pass out from the pain. You can't get suffering beyond that no matter what you do."
Sarah said, "If you can do that, I'll be content. You're right. It's the suffering I want to see. I don't care how it's done. I just want it to hurt really really bad. Would you really hurt Heather so bad that she passes out?"