Chapter 4
About six months later, things turned bad for the Bitch Sisters. There were new types of rock-and-roll music on the scene, new changes in the needs of the American audience.
So the Bitch Sisters stopped getting calls from producers and their record albums stopped selling. David knew that it was only a matter of time until they were asked to make a commercial for their golden oldies, a commercial that would air on television at three in the morning. David and Libby and Barbara knew that it was time to change.
But it was Libby who came up with the idea one afternoon when they were all sitting around the apartment.
Libby always came up with the ideas for the Bitch Sisters.
David had been hoping that they could start a new career, one where he could be a male on the stage. He knew that he would still wear his dresses and his panties around the apartment, but he had grown disgusted with the female apparel and the female act that he had to put on under those hot lights. When Libby told him that she had something new planned for their act, the young man listened with great expectation.
And what he heard shocked him. He looked at Barbara as Libby explained the idea and he could tell that his blonde sister was shocked too. She was staring at Libby as if she could not believe what the dark-haired young woman was saying.
"We are going to turn religious," Libby said softly. "We are going to join Larry Caldwell and the Moral Force for America."
"What? Larry Caldwell and the Moral Force for America?" David asked.
He had been reading about that organization and he had always thought that those people were just good for a laugh. He never suspected that Libby would want them to join those crazies.
Larry Caldwell was a fat, television minister from Little Rock, Arkansas, who had decided that it was time that religious people, his flock, started to play a greater role in politics. They had been working against politicians that they considered to be workers of the devil for almost three years, and they had defeated some of those politicians when they ran for re-election in Midwestern states. Larry Caldwell was against abortion and sex education and busing and dancing on television. It seemed to David that that preacher would have little in common with the Bitch Sisters at all. It was true that Libby and Barbara and Dani Bitch had never taken any real political stands. None of them really cared about politics, but David had read enough about Larry Caldwell to know that the preacher was against all forms of sexual fun. The Bitch Sisters had stood for sexual fun in their brief heyday. They had stood for anarchy and rebellion and lust. Larry Caldwell did not stand for any of those things.
But then Libby started to explain the situation to her brother and her sister.
"I got a letter from this organization just the other day. They were inviting us to come to Jesus and join them. I have the letter right here. You know what they say: the bigger the sinner, the bigger the saint. Well, they have several celebrities with the Moral Force for America who were pretty big sinners. One of them was a leader of the anti-Vietnam protests in the 1960s and another one was a White House aide until he was indicted for bribery and obstruction of justice and perjury."
"But do we really want to join up with them, Libby?" Barbara asked, whining.
The dark-haired sister glared at the blonde, weak, sexy woman.
"We will do what I say that we have to do," she said forcefully. "I run this act and I don't want either of you to forget it. Remember, our star as rock-and-roll singers is gone, fallen from the heavens, but we can make it big in gospel. We will have to change our names, of course. I thought that we would call ourselves The Heavenly Sisters."
When David heard that, he winced.
He knew that that meant that he would still be a sister, not a brother..
The teen-ager moved around in a chair and touched the bra that he was wearing.
"I don't want to be a girl any longer, Libby," he said softly. "Not in public anyway."
"Fuck you!" Libby yelled. "You will both do what I tell you to do."
And David looked at Barbara and knew that Libby was right. Neither he nor his blonde sister had the strength to stand up to that dark-haired sister. They would do what she told them to do.
So the Heavenly Sisters flew to Little Rock, Arkansas, to meet with Larry Caldwell and his staff. When they got off the plane in Little Rock, they were met by a young man with a shy, soft voice, a young man who did not seem to want to look them in the eye.
"I am Andy Caldwell," the young man said. "I am the preacher's son."
"The preacher?" Libby asked.
"Jerry Caldwell. He is just called the preacher here in the organization. Of course, we have other preachers working for us, but my father is The Preacher, if you know what I mean."
"Sure, sure," Libby said. "The Preacher. Got it."
They rode in a big, black limousine through Little Rock. The small, shy, young man sat in the front seat of the car with the driver, a man in uniform. David stared at the back of that young man's head. The son of the preacher had soft, blonde hair, and David felt the yearning to reach out and touch that hair, to comfort the young man. He felt sorry for Andy Caldwell immediately. He realized that Andy Caldwell had been beaten down by his father, just as David had been beaten down by Libby.
But, at least, David thought, as he sat in the back seat in a plain, black dress with a string of pearls around his neck, at least Andy Caldwell did not have to dress up like a girl.
Little Rock looked like most other American cities. There were some tall buildings and there were people on the street, people going about their daily business. But then David saw something that did not look like anything else he had ever seen before.
It was a giant, white finger pointing up to the clear, blue sky.
It was a fat finger, and it seemed even uglier to David because of its colossal size.
When the limousine stopped, David just stared at that finger. It was on top of a big building that looked like a bank or a supermarket or something like that.
The driver turned around and grinned at the three sisters.
"This is the Cathedral of American Hope," he said.
The young man in the front seat just got out of the car and dashed across the parking lot to the building.
The three sisters got out of the car and looked up at that finger.
"Big, isn't it?" Libby muttered.
"Yeah," Barbara said, almost sighing as she looked at that finger.
But David just stood there in his black dress and wondered why he did not get a feeling of hope from that finger. The finger, he thought, looked ugly, like a monster, and the youngest of the Heavenly sisters shivered with his fear.
And then David looked at Andy, the young guy who was running for a door in that big building.
There was certainly no hope in that soft, young man, he thought, no hope at all.
And then another man came walking out of that church. He charged toward the sisters like some kind of wild animal.
David stepped back as the man came toward him, believing for one instant that he had been found out, that this man was going to shout that he knew that David had a cock, a real cock, and was not a girl at all.
The man who charged them was tall and balding and thin.
But, when he got to the sisters, he did not seem to be angry about anything. David looked at the man and sighed with relief. He would not be found out yet, he thought. In recent days, since Libby had told David and Barbara what she planned to do with the Moral Force for America, David had been wishing that he would be found out, unmasked as a man in woman's clothing. He thought that that would have to be better than working with these people in Little Rock. And he knew that the Moral Force people would not want to be associated with a transvestite. But David had other reasons too for wanting to be unmasked. He thought that it would be nice to be known in public as a male, a real male who could make even his own sisters sigh with pleasure.
David still liked the softness of the panties, but there were other things about his life as a girl, other little trials that he had to endure, that he did not like at all. Sometimes, he just wished that he had the courage to stand up to Libby and tell her to take her feminine clothes and stuff them up her cunt. Sometimes, he wished that he could act like a man around that dark-haired sister, as he did when he was alone with Barbara.
But David knew that all of those things were just dreams. It would be a long time before he would ever be able to stand up to Libby and tell her off. Until then, he would continue to wear these dresses and shave his legs.
The tall, balding man smiled at the three Heavenly Sisters.
"Which one of you lovely ladies is Elizabeth?" he asked.
Libby smiled and nodded her head. "I am Elizabeth," she said. "This is Barbara and this is Danielle. We call her Dani. And you are-?"
The man told Libby his name, but David did not hear it. He was too filled with anger and shame. Once again, he had been introduced as a sister. Once again, his male domain in the family of singers had been invaded and destroyed. And he had not even put up a fight.
There was a great deal of self-hatred in that young man at that moment. If he had only put up an argument, he thought, if he had only battled Libby in some real way, then it would not have mattered so much even if he had been defeated. But he had not done any battle, and he felt like some kind of worm in the earth, some worm in a pair of white panties.
But he still loved his sister, and he knew that he loved her in some ways because she was so powerful.
That was the thing that still confused David. That was the thing that he had not yet figured out.
How could he love Libby when she made him do those things? She was a good fuck but she was also a sadist. Did that make David a-?
The young man could not think of the word, the word for the person who gets his sexual kicks by experiencing pain.
He felt the heat rise to his face as he thought that he might be one of those persons.
And then he did not want to think about those persons and the type of person that he might be.
So he tuned in again and listened as the balding man talked to Libby-Elizabeth, the queen of the family.
"The Preacher would like to see you alone," the man said. "He has been told that you are the one who makes the plans for your sisters, and he wants to talk to you about the plans that he has made for you."
"I will love meeting the Preacher," Libby said.
Then the balding man turned and looked at the other two sisters.
"If you will come with me, I will get you some coffee and try to keep you company while we wait for your sister to confer with the Preacher."
"All right," Barbara said, as weak and pliable as usual.
And David followed the others toward that big, white building without a word.
He kept glancing up at that fat finger, sticking up into the air. He wondered how anyone could think that something so gigantic and ugly could be, in any way, religious.
Inside the white building, he saw the young man again. Andy, he thought, remembering the soft young man's name. He wanted to stop and talk to Andy, but, when the blond kid saw the sisters enter the building with that balding man, he turned and moved quickly down the hallway. David wondered why that young man seemed so afraid of them. Perhaps, he thought, Andy was afraid of the entire world.
The sisters moved into a little waiting room, and the bald man motioned for Barbara and David to sit down. Then the man escorted Queen Elizabeth to a door and opened it and spoke to someone inside that next room.
"Preacher," the man said, "she is here to see you."
And Elizabeth smiled and moved into the room as the bald man closed the door behind her.
The office was big and filled with overstuffed, leather-covered furniture. Larry Caldwell stood up behind his huge, black desk and smiled at Elizabeth. He was overstuffed too. He had a big gut. But, when he shook Elizabeth's hand, she could tell that he was strong. She thought that he might be a former athlete gone slightly to seed. The man was nearly fifty, she thought, but he retained a youthful zest and a powerful bearing that made him seem very sexy to that young woman.
Elizabeth knew that she was powerful too. She controlled David and she controlled Barbara.
She felt as if she were being challenged in some way as the big man looked down on her and smiled.
"It is wonderful to see you, Sister," he said. "Just wonderful."
He led Elizabeth over to a big couch and they sat down there together.
"The man outside said that you had some plans for me and my sisters," she said softly.
Larry Caldwell leaned back and put his arms on the back of the couch. His stomach stood out in front of him like some kind of hard boulder on the seashore.
"Yes," he said, "I do, Sister, and I am happy that you are interested in talking to me. Let's be frank. The Moral Force of America needs new blood, new saints to talk to our people about sin. We have that White House aide, but people are getting tired of him. And we are having a lot of trouble with him because he refuses to admit that he did anything that was really wrong. He says that Washington is filled with vile and corrupt men and that he was just a little baby serpent when he worked there. People want to hear a sinner ask forgiveness from time to time, Sister. You should know that. People like to hear a person who had sinned admit it and beg for solace from a Christian body of saints. Yes, it makes the common people feel better when a big-time sinner falls on his knees and grovels before them. Makes them feel like singing."
"Yes," Libby said. She was not sure that she wanted to fall on her knees and grovel, but, she thought, she could always make Barbara and David do that. She could stand straight and powerful in front of those good, Christian folks, who wanted to see people destroyed in front of them.
"Course," the man said, "we have a former Miss America or two, but you know Miss Americas. If either one of them ever had her finger in a honey pot more than once, I would be surprised. We had that former student revolutionary, but he has turned vegetarian on us and we are going to have to get rid of him. I like meat, and I ain't going to have nobody tell me that I can't eat me a steak when I want one. We had a basketball player" too, but he was just tall. Could not speak worth a good goddamn. He just stood up there in front of the crowds and was tall. That got real boring after about a week or so."
"I can see that that would, Preacher," Libby said softly.
The preacher turned to Libby and grinned.
"Now I am not going to tell you that we are all saints here, Miss," the man said. "We are out for the money that we can get more than anything else."
When he said that, he smiled.
And Libby smiled too. She knew that the Preacher trusted her, and she felt that she had found one of her own.
Libby had always been out for the money too, and she could not think of one intelligent person who was not.
"We need you and your sisters," the Preacher said. "We need you and your sisters to sing a couple of gospel numbers with a little bit of sex appeal in them. I hear that that youngest sister, that Dani, can really belt out the sex from the stage. Is that right?"
"Oh, yes, Preacher," the woman said.
And she wondered what the Preacher would think if he knew that Dani, the sex symbol of the act, was really a guy.
But she stopped wondering about that when the Preacher continued telling Libby of his needs.
"We need you to sing a song or two and then you can all testify and tell the people about how you came to be moral people once more. Be sure and put in a lot of stuff about sex and drugs and liquor and swimming naked in Hollywood and shit like that. I know from experience that the people in Middle America just eat up that swimming naked in Hollywood stuff."
Libby had never swum naked anywhere, but she knew that she could make up some story that would please the crowds.
"Then you have to tell all of those people that you are really sorry for the lives that you lived."
"Sure, Dani and Barbara are real good about being sorry for stuff," Libby said.
"That is wonderful!" the Preacher shouted.
"How much?" Libby asked.
"What?"
"How much do we get for this little show we put on, Preacher?"
The man was silent for a moment. He put his fingers on his chin and looked at Libby.
He seemed to be sizing her up, so she gave him a hard and steady stare to let him know that she knew her way around business negotiations, that she would not come cheaply.
"Three thousand a week?" Larry Caldwell asked.
"Not enough. We want ten thousand," Libby said.
"Five?"
"Nope."
"Seven. That is my last offer. Seven thousand dollars a week."
Libby grinned.
She had been hoping for six thousand a week from this man. She winked at him.
"You got a deal, Preacher," she said.
And then the big man started to laugh. He leaned his head, back and laughed very loudly.
When the laughter was over, Larry Caldwell grinned at Libby.
"You remind me of my late wife, Trudy Jane," he said. "She knew how to drive a hard bargain too."
"Trudy Jane," Libby repeated softly.
"Yeah. Trudy Jane was pretty. She had nice, big tits like you have, and she was the only person who ever could stand up to me. I admired her for that, you see. I named this organization's financial arm after her, the Trudy Jane Caldwell Fund. She died having Andy. Bled like a stuck pig when that kid was born. Then she knew that she was not long for the world, she called me over to her bedside and she whispered to me. 'Larry," she said, 'watch out for the Jews and the movie stars.' I have followed her advice since that day. When she died, I cried and cried and cried and then I realized that she would want me to keep working for the Lord, to keep fighting the Jews and the movie stars and the Communists too. She did not mention Communists on her death-bed, of course, but I knew that she meant Communists. Most Communists are either Jews or movie stars. You know that, don't you? You aren't a Jew, are you?"
"No, not a Jew, and I never made a movie either," Libby said.
The Preacher grinned and looked at Libby's tits again. She knew that he wanted her, and she thought that it might be fun to fuck the preacher, to fuck that man who had so much power and who was so open with her about his needs.
"You sure do remind me of her," he said softly.
"You want to fuck me, Preacher?" Libby asked with a glint in her eye.
The man was silent for a moment. He just stared at her eyes and then down at her tits.
Finally, he said, "Sure would appreciate a fuck from a woman like you."
He was almost cordial, and, when he smiled, Libby knew that he was a very friendly preacher.
She moved close to the Preacher and she put her hands on his hands.
Then she drew his hands to her tits and left them there, let him massage her firm and sexy flesh through the sheer fabric of her dress. She had not worn a bra to this meeting. Libby did not even own a bra of her own. David owned bras, but Libby didn't.
The minister's meaty hands, moved over her tits and he smiled at her and murmured to her.
"Yeah, you sure do remind me of my wife. She had nice, big tits too and she was a saint, a real saint."
"I bet she was," the woman said, closing her eyes for a moment.
"She used to say that we had to make America great again," the Preacher muttered, still massaging Libby's tits as he remembered his late wife. "She said that we had to make this country like a bright, shining city on a hill. She had a way with words. She wrote most of my early sermons and told me that I had to go out and get those Jews and movie stars and Communists. Never mentioned Catholics, but I think that she knew that they were no good for America either. She used to say that Al Smith-"
Libby moved closer to the Preacher and he stopped talking.
That made the singer very happy. She did not want this man talking about some dead woman that he had married years before. She wanted that man to know that he was fucking her, Libby, and she wanted to remind the Preacher that she was alive and well and sitting right there on that couch next to him.
Libby moved her fingers over his head and messed his hair a little and then pressed her mouth against his.
The Preacher's breath smelled of mint, sweet mint.
But his mouth was firm and strong against hers and those hands, those strong hands, worked more diligently on her tits as Libby kissed him.
Libby could feel the power in those big hands.
But she felt something else too. She felt that she had a chance to fight that power and gain some of that power for herself. She had already made more money from the Preacher than she thought that she would have. She wanted some more of his big, firm power.
She ran her hand over the crotch of his trousers.
And she smiled.
She knew then how she was going to get some of that power in her.
In her mind, she saw that the Preacher's power, the power of a moral force in America, was in that cock. She whispered in the Preacher's ear.
"Fuck me," she said, breathing heavily. "Fuck me, Preacher. Give me your fucking moral force."
The man beamed at her. His brow was sweaty.
"Sure will do that," he said. "Sure will. You are something else, Little Lady. It is going to be one fine pleasure to fuck you."
Then Libby moved out of his grasp and stood up. She smiled down on him as she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. She continued to smile as she let that dress fall away and as she exposed her tits-her firm and big breasts-to the Preacher's eyes.'
"It is a shame that Hollywood is controlled by the Communists," the man muttered.
"Why is that, Preacher?"
"Cause you would have made one hell of a movie star, Little Lady."
And the big-titted woman stepped out of her dress and smiled at the Preacher.
"Thank you," she said.
She stood there in her pantyhose and her panties and her shoes.
And she turned around so that the Preacher could see all of her.
Then, when she was facing him again, she winked.
"Let's do it," she said. "Let's fuck for American morality."
Libby meant it to be a little joke, but she could see that the Preacher took it seriously.
The big man jumped up from the couch and started to pull off his clothes.
"Yes. Yes," he muttered. "We will fuck for good old American morality."
"Preacher, I really didn't mean it."
The preacher was taking off his tie when he looked at her with a mad stare.
"Sure you did," he said. "Sure you did, and I may even marry you for it."
That did not make much sense to the big-titted, young woman, so she closed her eyes and she thought about money.
There had not been very much money for the past few weeks, and she spent money like it was going out of style.
But now she was going to get money from this preacher and his organization. She would not even have to suffer the, shame of telling people about how sorry she was for her life of sin. She had already determined that Barbara and David would feel the real shame. She would just sing some songs with her sisters and then tell the audiences about how bad life in show business could be. She would mention drugs and liquor and cigarettes and sex. She would talk about those nude swimming parties and she would get those people all interested in sin. She would get their juices flowing and then she would make Barbara and David do the real confessing. She knew that the preacher did not mind who confessed, just as long as someone did.
As the minister pulled out his shirt, Libby looked at the gray chest hair that grew on his body. She looked at that massive chest too. The gut was big, but the chest seemed even bigger and Libby thought about the voice, the voice of religion that came booming out of that chest. She knew that that voice controlled the minds of millions of stupid people, people who turned on their television sets to find out what was wrong with America. And Larry Caldwell was always ready to tell them. Then he would tell those people that the only way that they could save America was to send their money into him. Libby had heard the money poured into that office in Little Rock, money from all over the North American continent. Larry Caldwell would send them cheap little books and tracts for their money and the people would be happy, knowing that that big man was looking out for the nation.
It was all rather stupid, Libby thought as she took off the rest of her clothes, but it was power, real and wonderful power, and she wanted part of that power in her.
When the minister was naked, she looked down under the gut and she saw the huge cock.
His dead wife had probably had a lot of fun with that thing, the young singer thought.
And Libby knew for certain that this was where the power was, hanging down there under Larry Caldwell's stomach. That cock hung like a piece of salami in a butcher's window, she thought. It seemed heavy with power.
"Sit down, Larry," she said, pointing to the couch.
Libby wanted to see if the minister-the powerful man with the booming voice-would follow her orders.
If he did, she thought, that would mean that she would have power, even over him.
And the religious leader did sit down on the couch and leaned back a bit and grasped his cock.
He started to stroke it as he looked at Libby and smiled and sweated.
She smiled too.
She knew that she had the power now, the real and wonderful power.
And feeling that power in her system, the naked singer went to her knees between the man's outstretched legs.
At first, that seemed sort of strange to Libby. She had the power, but she was going to kneel before the minister and go down on him. But then she realized that that cock was the fountain of power. She wanted some of that fountain in her mouth. She wanted to have that power spurting into her.
So, before she even touched the cock, she determined that she would suck on it until the minister came.
She wanted to taste the warm, male power and get it into her own body.
The big man still had his hands around his big cock. He was jerking on it as if it were a firehose and he was rushing to put out a blaze.
And Libby saw that he was sweating and shivering too. She wondered if it had been a long time since that man had actually had a mouth on his cock. Perhaps quite a while, she thought. Perhaps he had been faithful to his dead wife's memory for all of those years.
Libby put her fingers around the stiffening rock-hard cock and stroked it. She felt the strength and the power there and she smiled. She liked to think that she was even adding to that power, making it better and more spiritual.
Then Libby licked her lips and moved her face down over the cock. She took the tip of that cock into her mouth and she pressed her lips tightly around the base of the crown. She continued to stroke on the meat as she did that, and the Preacher, the man of God, mumbled to her with desire.
"Oh, that feels good. Suck that thing. It has been a long time since I have felt this good."
She opened her mouth and moved further down the rod and took more of it into her.
And then the man yelled out in passion at the young woman.
"Praise the Lord! That feels so fucking good!"
This was easy, Libby thought, an easy way to get more power.
She thought about the money too, that money that she would make from this man and his crusade against sin and communism. She started to work up and down on the rod as she thought about money. There was nothing like thoughts of wealth to make Libby want to suck a cock.
And this cock was clean and sweet-tasting and it pulsed in her lips.
Libby reached down under the prick and started to run the man's balls through her fingers.
"Praise Jesus!" the man shouted "Praise Jesus for this cock-sucking!"
Libby moved down further on the prick and felt the thing pulsing and battering against the back of her throat.
That felt good too, and she thought that it would take a really powerful young woman to deep-throat this cock. So she opened her throat and she moved closer to the man's clean, sweet-smelling body. She felt that big belly pressing against her forehead as she did that.
And she took that cock into her throat and felt the hair of the man's body under her nose.
The man became almost delirious with joy as he felt those lips as the base of his cock.
"Never!" he yelled. "Never before! Not even my sainted wife did that to me! My God, I feel born again!"
And then he stopped yelling and spoke to Libby like a real man, not a man of God at all, in a guttural growl.
"Suck that cock, woman," he said. "Suck it good until I come."
And then Libby started to move up and down on the rod again. She moved quickly and she played with the balls. She wanted that man to come. She wanted to feel that warm, powerful fluid running down her throat and leaping into her womanly system.
It seemed to the young woman as she sucked on the cock that she had never wanted anything more in her life. She wanted this even more than she wanted to spank her brother, the young man who wore dresses and panties for her.
Libby worked up and down on the cock as the Preacher jerked on that heavy, big couch.
She listened to him as he muttered to her with passion.
"Suck it. Suck that cock. Yeah, suck that thing. Suck it until I come. You are great. You have a great mouth. Even better than my sainted wife. She knew Communists but she could not suck cock like you can."
And then the man jerked one last time and the big belly seemed to harden until it was about to explode.
But the stomach did not explode at that moment.
His cock exploded.
Libby started to swallow with a regular motion as the Preacher spurted shot after shot of hot, steaming come down her throat. She took it all. She did not want to miss out on any of the power and the glory.
Later, Libby and Larry Caldwell came out of his office, and the preacher looked at the other two sisters. He saw the blonde one and he thought that she was pretty but she seemed weak, shy, a lot like Andy, he thought. His child had always been shy, as if Andy were afraid of shadows on the wall and would be for the rest of time.
But then Jerry Caldwell looked at the other sister, the dark-haired one in the black dress.
That was Dani, the one who had been the star of the group.
Larry Caldwell smiled at Dani and could tell why that young woman was a star. There was a manic sexuality to that form, that thin and sexy form, and there was also a weakness to the eyes. But this was a different kind of weakness, the Preacher thought, not like the weakness that he saw in the blonde sister.
If he had seen Barbara burning at the stake, he thought, he would have felt sorry for her.
But, if he had seen Dani burning at the stake, he would have whipped out his cock and beat out and come with the delicious sweetness of that weakness, that thing that had turned rock-and-roll audiences on.
Larry Caldwell knew that, now, that same thing would turn on his audiences, his religious audiences too.
"I think that we will have a lot of fun working together," the Preacher said in that booming voice.
And then the Preacher kissed Libby on the cheek and went back into his office.
He would leave it to the eldest of the sisters to explain to the other two what kind of deal had been wrought.
When they were alone in that little room, Barbara leaned forward and whispered the question to Libby.
"Did you, Libby? Did you?" she asked.
"Did I what?"
"Did you fuck him?"
"No, but I sucked his cock and let him come in my mouth."
David sat there and sighed. He should have known, he thought, that Libby would use her sexuality to get some power even over that big and booming man.
"How much are we making here?" he asked, trying to sound bored with all that sexual talk.
But he was really not bored at all. He was a little sickened by it, by the idea that not even that big man could stand up to Libby. If Larry Caldwell, the famous evangelist from Little Rock, bent under her power, David thought, then her own little brother in dresses would have no chance at all.
"Seven thousand a week," Libby said proudly.
"Seven thousand!" Barbara squealed. "Oh, Libby, you must have sucked his cock real good."
"Actually, I worked out the money before we even started," Libby said proudly.
And David sighed again.
Libby did not even have to suck a cock to get seven thousand dollars a week out of a man, he thought.
She got that money with her own negotiating talent and her power over all men.
David glanced at Barbara and wondered if he and his blonde sister would ever get out from under the rock that Libby had put over them. He doubted that they would. And then he thought about it a little more and he was not so certain that either of them really wanted to. They both loved their sister, and David wondered if either he or Barbara would know what to do if that young woman was not around to give them orders.
He realized that they both really depended on her for everything.
She was the boss.