July 3, 2017 Roy Jr. & Maggie

Maggie
How long you gonna stand back there, kid?

Maggie
Ok, whatever. Be a creeper. Just promise not to slice off my panties before you rape me, k? I like this pair.

Roy Jr.
Sorry. I didn’t expect to see anyone here

Maggie
Same. Glad I wasn’t like taking a dump or anything

Roy Jr.
How are you not getting eaten alive by mosquitoes?

Maggie
Oh, trust me. I showered in Deep Woods Off.

Roy Jr.
Good. I hear Lyme disease is crazy this year.

Maggie
I probably already have it. Isn’t that the one that makes your memory go to shit?

Roy Jr.
I think you’re thinking of Alzheimer’s

Maggie
I know what Alzheimer’s is, dillweed. But Lyme disease messes with your brainbox, doesn’t it?

Roy Jr.
Brainbox? Heh.

Maggie
You can come closer, you know. I only bite at night, or on camera.

Roy Jr.
Your one of my dad’s camgirls, aren’t you?

Maggie
Oh. My. God. Are you Roy Junior?

Roy Jr.
Yeah. Why?

Maggie
I thought you were like this little–oh wait. Do you have a little brother?

Roy Jr.
Nope. No brothers or sisters

Maggie
Ok. Someone said that Roy had a son, but I pictured you as being like eight or nine

Roy Jr.
Well, I was nine like eight years ago

Maggie
Smart ass. Now come over here. Want a smoke?

Roy Jr.
No thanks.

Maggie
Let me guess. You don’t smoke, you don’t drink, you don’t swear.

Maggie
Your smile just answered that question.

Roy Jr.
Why are you out here?

Maggie
What are you out here?

Roy Jr.
I like to go for hikes be alone

Maggie
And I like to stand out here and be alone with my smokes and my thoughts

Roy Jr.
Ok. I can leave

Maggie
I am making an exception, just for you, for now. Until you start asking stupid questions.

Roy Jr.
What’s your name?

Maggie
Maggie

Roy Jr.
Well, I’m Roy.

Maggie
I think we’ve established that

Roy
Oh yeah. Duh.

Roy Jr.
You look like a Maggie

Maggie
What’s that supposed to mean? I always thought Maggie sounded English, like the name of a British baglady

Roy Jr.
It’s the British part. You just have a British look about your face–or maybe it’s the hair.

Maggie
Is that good? No, don’t answer that. You’re gonna tell me how sexy I look and I get that all day long from horny guys and I’m sick of hearing it.

Roy Jr.
Wow

Maggie
What?

Roy Jr.
I never imagined a girl could tire of hearing compliments

Maggie
It’s different when the compliments are coming from a guy whose face is staring at your cunt while he’s stroking his dick. Don’t look so shocked. I know you watch porn.

Roy Jr.
Not really. Some.

Maggie
Ok, when you start to lie, you have to move back. Take a few steps back, little man.

Roy Jr.
I’m not lying.

Maggie
Mm-hmm. Anyway, I’m sure your girlfriend looks at porn, too.

Maggie
Or boyfriend?

Roy Jr.
Girlfriend

Maggie
Ok! No judgment. Oh shit.

Roy Jr.
Yeah, you’ve got like a huge swarm of mosquitoes over your head

Maggie
It’s still good. A little dirt with my tobacco. Oh, yeah, look at that. Well, as long as they stay up there, they can orbit my hair all they want.

Roy Jr.
I’ve got some insect spray with me

Maggie
If I put on anymore bug spray, I might combust the next time I light a cigarette.

Roy Jr.
Ok

Maggie
So what’s it like having your dad as the sex streaming king of Aitkin County?

Roy Jr.
I didn’t even know about it until like four months ago

Maggie
You’re joking

Roy Jr.
Nope. I wasn’t ever allowed back here

Maggie
And that didn’t make you curious? Have you never seen “The Goonies”? Or “Stand By Me”?

Roy Jr.
Nope. But it was like one of those things I just didn’t question. I don’t go into my Dad’s bedroom.

Maggie
That is really weird. Why? Does he beat you?

Roy Jr.
No! My Dad isn’t like that

Maggie
Take it easy, kid. Just asking a question.

Roy Jr.
He told me when I was little that the forest back here used to be some World War 2 testing ground for landmines, and they never really cleaned them up.

Maggie
Landmines? How do they test land mines? By having people walk around until they step on one and blow up? Really?

Roy Jr.
Well, it sounds stupid now. But back then it scared me enough to stay away.

Maggie
I don’t know, kid. Maybe they’re still a few out here. Better be careful.

Roy Jr.
Mm-hmm. Anyway, my Dad isn’t like super controlling or anything. He has a few rules and it’s easy enough to follow them and stay off his bad side.

Maggie
That’s exactly what Roy says: “I have only a few rules and it’s easy enough to follow them.’

Roy Jr.
He tells you that?

Maggie
He tells everyone that whenever we screw up, like when you leave your makeup on a vanity or no one’s loading the dishwasher. Basically, he’s like ‘clean up your shit.’ Most of us do, but I think we just like to get on his nerves sometimes.

Roy Jr.
I got grounded from my computer for a week last summer when my friend and I rode the four-wheeler down here one night during a sleep-over

Maggie
Whoa! What a rough life you have, Roy Junior

Roy Jr.
It was! We flipped my four-wheeler that weekend, too. I broke my wrist, so I had nothing to do.

Maggie
But…you could play on the computer with a broken wrist?

Roy Jr.
Yeah, no problem.

Maggie
But you couldn’t jack-off, could you? Don’t answer that.

Roy Jr.
Is there a trail you follow to get back here?

Maggie
Yep. Right through there. See?

Roy Jr.
Not really

Maggie
Yeah, it winds around way back there. There’s even a little board over the creek. I’ve seen you walk past here. That was you on Monday, right?

Roy Jr.
Around 4:30? Probably

Maggie
So…what’s up with not following Dad’s rules?

Roy Jr.
It’s like you said. Now I’m curious. I mean, what’s the big deal?

Maggie
The big deal is two barns full of naked young women that this 16-year-old–

Roy Jr.
17-year-old

Maggie
And this 17-year-old is asking what the big deal is. You sure you’re not gay?

Roy Jr.
I’m sure. Like I said, I didn’t know what was back here. I had a hunch, but–

Maggie
I still say that’s bullshit. How can you live, what? Less than half a mile from here and not know anything about his business? How long have you lived here?

Roy Jr.
We moved here when I was seven.

Maggie
So…you lived here for the past ten years–an entire decade! And not once did you decide to walk back here until a few weeks ago. Have you ever asked your Dad what he does for a living?

Roy Jr.
That’s not true. Like I said, my friend and I took the four-wheeler back here last summer. That’s when my Dad told me the same stupid story, that the Army tested landmines out here and failed to clean up some of them.

Maggie
So why are there no signs? Or barbed wire?

Roy Jr.
There are No Trespassing signs posted along the fence.

Maggie
Yeah, but I think if there was a chance you could die back here, the signs would probably warn you about landmines

Maggie
That’s crazy, that you believed him.

Roy Jr.
Well, I didn’t really want to test it out.

 

Sept 13: Roy Jr. & Roy Sr.

Roy Jr.
But why?

Roy Sr.
Why? Because no man ever got tired of looking at porn.

Roy Jr.
But all these girls, I mean, do they ever want to move on?

Roy Sr.
Move on to what? Most of these girls came from nothing. Probably had dads that told ’em they were ugly or smacked ’em around. Now they get paid for being pretty and playing in lonely men’s fantasies.

Roy Jr.
But they can leave whenever they want?

Roy Sr.
Sure can. But most of ’em end up back here, isn’t that right, Jessie?

Jessie
Yep.

Roy Jr.
Why do you keep it all so secret?

Roy Sr.
What do you mean? I don’t keep it a secret.

Jessie
He doesn’t keep it a secret, Roy.

Roy Jr.
But you never let me back here until a year ago.

Jessie
Uh, yeah. Because you were still a kid.

Roy Jr.
Does Maria know about all this? Why are you laughing?

Roy Sr.
Of course she knows about this.

Jessie
She certainly knows about the money end.

Roy Sr.
Pipe down, Jessie. And yes, she does.

Roy Jr.
What does she think about it?

Roy Sr.
What does she think about what?

Roy Jr.
What? Really? That you have two pole barns full of naked women.

Roy Sr.
I doubt she worries about it. Not like I’m sleeping around with any of them.

Jessie
Not now.

Roy Sr.
Shut up, Jessie.

Roy Jr.
What does she mean, ‘not now’?

Roy Sr.
She means nothing by it, and I think Jessie needs to go check if the servers need updates.

Jessie
I just did that last night.

Roy Sr.
Well, check ’em again.

Jessie
Whatever.

Roy Jr.
So what did Jessie mean by that?

Roy Sr.
Something a while back while your mom and I were fighting.

Roy Jr.
What? You messed around with someone? I think I saw her.

Roy Sr.
I doubt it.

Roy Jr.
No, when you drive by the house, sometimes I see this red-haired girl in the pick-up.

Roy Sr.
We’ve got like five redheads here.

Roy Jr.
Ok, but it was always the same redhead.

Roy Sr.
Anyway, the girl I fooled around with didn’t have red hair. And it’s really none of your business.

Roy Jr.
And Mom was cool with that? I guess she sort of had to be. I mean, you run a backwoods brothel.

Roy Sr.
–Not a brothel, boy. It’s all online. No one pays to touch these girls.

Roy Jr.
Then why do I see guys driving back here all the time?

Roy Sr.
What do you mean by ‘all the time’? And what guys? You’re probably seeing Jim and Craig coming back here to deliver food, q-tips, tampons. They fix whatever needs fixing or to mow the grass.

Roy Jr.
I see a bunch of different guys though.

Roy Sr.
I think–hey, Jean, take this with you–but Roy, I think we’ve talked about this enough. Besides, I gotta bring one of the girls into town.

Roy Jr.
Do they ever ask?

Roy Sr.
Does whoever ask?

Roy Jr.
The doctors or whoever you take the girls to.

Roy Sr.
Do they ask what? If it hurts here, or if it burns when they pee, or–how the hell should I know. I’m not in the room with them.

Roy Jr.
C’mon. They never ask why you keep showing up with a new girl?

Roy Sr.
Why would they? Could be my girlfriend for all they know. Here, grab your backpack and I’ll give you a ride back up to the house.

Roy Jr.
Why can’t I stay here?

Roy Sr.
Because there’s nothing back here for you.

Roy Jr.
Well, can I go into town with you?

Roy Sr.
Nope.

Sept 12: Roy Jr. & Jessie

Roy Jr.
Did you ever do any of that stuff?

Jessie
You’re gonna have to be a little more specific boy.

Roy Jr.
Like strip or dance on the web.

Jessie
Hold on. Hey, Billy! Grab me another one before you come back out, would ya? Anyway.

Roy Jr.
You know my mom hates it when you smoke in here.

Jessie
I’m sure she does. But no, I never do that, the stripping. Look at me.

Roy Jr.
What?

Jessie
You serious, kid? I never was easy on the eyes, even at sixteen. Hell, guys would pay to not have to look at me.”

Roy Jr.
Then how did you get into this business?

Jessie
Thanks, Billy. Oh, shit. Negros Modelos? You know I don’t like this. Any Heinies left?

Billy
That all that’s left in the fridge.

Jessie
And I suppose it’s too much trouble to get you to fix me a rum and coke?

Billy
Hurk is mixing cocktails in the garage. I’ll ask him.

Jessie
Thanks, hun. So you were asking me if I go down on camera? No way. Hey Billy. Billy! You would pay to not see me naked, right?

Billy
I’d paid you to go down on me.

Jessie
You would.

Billy
I’m serious, Jess.

Jessie
Damn, Billy. Roy’s boy is right here.

Billy
Sorry, Roy.

Jessie
Just get me a Cap’n Coke, ok?

Roy Jr.
I was wondering how you met my Dad.

Jessie
You mean, ‘how did an ugly duck like me wind up in a backwoods island full of sirens?’

Roy Jr.
Sirens?

Jessie
Impossibly cute, achingly sexy girls.

Roy Jr.
I guess.

Jessie
I used to teach carpentry up in Fergus Falls when your Dad was there.

Roy Jr.
Yeah. I remember that. He’d get back at 3 in the morning those nights.

Jessie
Your daddy was quite the chatty flirt. Big surprise huh? Anyway, when he found out I was a CPA, he asked me to help him with his auto-repair business.

Roy Jr.
CPA?

Jessie
An accountant. I’m qualified and licensed to handle business income and taxes and stuff. So, like a few months in, he asks me if I would help out with a little plan he was cooking up. I asked him what the plan was and at first I was like, ‘oh hell no, I’m touching that, Roy. You’ll be shut down in a week.’ And he told me it would all be legit. I told him for weeks, ‘no way.’ We got in a big argument and I split. About six months later he gives me a call the day after Christmas, was it in 2014? I think it was 2014. Could you grab me that ashtray, huh? Thanks.
Maybe 2015. Anyway, he’s telling me the cam business is bringing in more money than he knows what to do with and that he would bring me in with profit sharing if I took over his books.

Roy Jr.
How did he not get shut down?

Jessie
He’s not charging people for real sex, like no one ever touches anyone where money changes hands. He said that that someone from the department of commerce or the FTC or some shit–sorry, Roy. Some crap–

Roy Jr.
It’s fine. My Dad swears all the time in front of me.

Jessie
And they shouldn’t, Roy. You don’t need to be spewing filth from such a young mouth. So anyway he–your father–assures me it’s all cool and no one is hiding anything and I check it out. Two years later, here I am.

Roy Jr.
Is it true some of the girls there call you ‘Mom’

Jessie
Who told you that? Heh. Yeah, most of ’em do, except when they call me a lot of other things, but yeah, we’re like a family. A twisted sex streaming family, but I love ’em–most of ’em, like they were my daughters, or the daughters I wished I had.
Thanks, Billy. A lime even? What’s he doing out there, running an Applebees? He must be.

Roy Jr.
You have a daughter?

Jessie
Yeah. Hey Billy, tell Hurk I said thanks.

Roy Jr.
What’s her name?

Jessie
My daughter who hates me and hasn’t called in like ten years? Her name is Cybil. She probably thinks I’m dead, or wishes it.”

Roy Jr.
Wow. Why does she hate you?

Jessie
Because Roy, people do really really stupid things sometimes and I–oh, it’s a really long story, Roy Junior. Maybe I’ll tell you some other time. I’m gonna take my drink and my cigarette out to the barn. You with me?

Roy Jr.
Nah. Maybe later.

Jessie
You’re gonna go hang out in your room and veg out on that PlayStation, aren’t you?

Roy Jr.
Probably.

Sept 09: Maggie & Dickloader449

Dickloader449
You are so fking hot tonight in that purple

Maggie
Thank you DL

Dickloader449
I could fasten my mouth to your crotch like a sea lamprey and spend the weekend

Maggie
Such a way with words, you!

Dickloader449
Pull your legs back and grab your ankles baby. Yeah, like that

Dickloader449
Now use your pink toy. No the other pink toy. Yeah. Kinda swirl it over yur hole. No your other hole

Maggie
More time?

Dickloader449
Hold on. Ok. Shit.

Maggie
You still there DL?

[Dickloader449 has left private room Maggie_CuntDescension]

[Dickloader449 has entered private room Maggie_CuntDescension]

Dickloader449
Stupid wifi. I am at a hotel in Cleveland tonite

Maggie
LOL

Dickloader449
Grab ankles again?

Dickloader449
Please god hold yourself like that don’t move

Maggie
Finished 🙂

Dickloader449
I could marry you right now.

Maggie
LOL

Dickloader449
Serious I could be wherever you want to meet

Maggie
You are too sweet DL. As usual

Dickloader449
Open invitation lady 🙂 You werent on for the past 2 nights…

Maggie
I know, sorry. Womanly issues

Dickloader449
Dont let that stop you next time

Maggie
I get requests for that but really I did not feel well

Dickloader449
Oh sorry baby yeah if you dont feel well stay off cams. Gotta go now. Love u sweetheart

Maggie
Love u DL XXXOOO

 

Sept 01: Roy Jr. & Maggie

Maggie
Did your Dad say anything about me?

Roy Jr.
No. I didn’t bring it up. He did say that you girls could leave anytime.

Maggie
What did you ask him? Did you bring Pringles?

Roy Jr.
Yep. Hold on. Here.

Maggie
Thanks. I mean, we can leave, but where the fuck would I go?

Roy Jr.
Dad said most of you were probably abused or told you were ugly most of your lives.

Maggie
What was that?

Roy Jr.
Huh?

Maggie
Did you hear that?

Roy Jr.
What? The owl?

Maggie
I thought owls only who-who’d at night.

Roy Jr.
It’s dark enough back here. Maybe they get confused.

Maggie
Maybe. These taste stale.

Roy Jr.
They do? Sorry. They’ve been on top of the fridge for since summer.

Maggie
I’ll take stale Pringles over Fritos any day. I really wish they would get new snacks.

Roy Jr.
Aren’t you cold just wearing that?

Maggie
Not really. No.

Roy Jr.
Do you want to sit down? I stuffed a blanket in my backpack.

Maggie
Sure. Just no getting frisky on me.

Roy Jr.
Frisky?

Maggie
How about right here?

Roy Jr.
Sure.

Maggie
The breeze feels nice, doesn’t it?

Roy Jr.
Feels like fall is coming. So did you run away from home?

Maggie
Is that what you think? That we’re all just a bunch of abused girls that escaped home?

Roy Jr.
Pretty much.

Maggie
Maybe. Ok, that was a bad one. Yuck. Here, you can have these back.

Roy Jr.
So were you?

Maggie
Was I what?

Roy Jr.
Abused?

Maggie
I think you’re abusing me with these Pringles.

Roy Jr.
C’mon. I’m serious.

Maggie
Abused? No. I mean, not really. I mean, maybe. I don’t know. Can we talk about something else? It’s a nice day out.

Roy Jr.
Ok, yeah. I’m sorry. I won’t ask again.

Maggie
You’re fine. I’ll probably tell you someday, just not today. Would you mind rubbing my shoulders?”

Roy Jr.
Really?

Maggie
Just do it like this. Press like you’re kneading bread dough.

Roy Jr.
Like this?

Maggie
Maybe you should kneel.

Roy Jr.
How’s that?

Maggie
Over to the left, like toward the edge. Down. Down just a little–oooh, yes. Right there.

Roy Jr.
I think this is the first time I’ve–

Maggie
Perfect. We did this really weird position last night and now my upper back just aches like crazy.

Roy Jr.
Weird positions, like sexually?

Maggie
Um, yeah? I took like three Advil when I woke up this morning.

Roy Jr.
Do you have enough? Should I bring you something?

Maggie
Not unless it’s oxycontin.

Roy Jr.
I think you need a prescription for that.

Maggie
Ha. Someone should tell that to Abby.

Roy Jr.
Who’s Abby?

Maggie
Nevermind. So what were you doing before you came down here to meet me?

Roy Jr.
Nothing much. Just laying on my bed listening to Spotify.

Maggie
That’s cool. Spotify’s good.

Roy Jr.
Yeah, I’ve got like a hundred different playlists and I rarely listen to any of them more than once.

Maggie
I do that too. Some of their suggestions I’ll add to a playlist, but then I usually forget about the playlist.

Roy Jr.
How’s the wifi back here?

Maggie
It’s fine. I think there’s like a tree stump under here. Feel this.

Roy Jr.
It’s a root sticking up. Get up and I’ll move the blanket.

Maggie
So, let me guess. You’re a virgin.

Roy Jr.
No, I’m not. I mean, why would you think that?

Maggie
Roy is a terrible liar, Mr. Owl.

Roy Jr.
What? I’m not lying.

Maggie
You are. Masturbation doesn’t count.

Roy Jr.
Duh. I know that. I’ve had sex before.

Maggie
Ok, with who?

Roy Jr.
Who? Well, you wouldn’t know her. You’re not from around here.

Maggie
How do you know?

Roy Jr.
You just don’t seem like the type of person who would live in Aitkin.

Maggie
Oh really? So where would a person like me live, Roy?

Roy Jr
Believe me, I’m not saying that as an insult. You just look like, I dunno, a girl from Minneapolis or someplace near there.

Maggie
Why’s that? All my tats?

Roy Jr.
That and all your piercings.

Maggie
Oh boy. Are you serious? I’ve seen some chicks in town that have more piercings than me. And these tats are nothing compared to this one chick we saw at Holiday. She had like half her head shaved and this black wave tattooed over her skull.

Roy Jr
I know that girl. Well, I don’t know her, but I know who she is.

Maggie
Ok. So she obviously lives around here.

Roy Jr
Sort of. I heard her parents were divorced, so she spends the weekends up here, then goes back to St. Paul to stay with her Mom. At least that’s what she was doing last year.

Maggie
Did she look like that before her parents got divorced?

Roy Jr
I don’t think any of the kids look the same this year as they did last year. It’s like everyone grew up over the summer. I mean, there’s a few kids–

Maggie
But this chick you’re talking about. Did she have all those tats before she had to split time between her parents?

Roy Jr
I guess. Well, now that I think about it, no. I mean, she always was like this punk type.

Maggie
What if I told you that I listen to country music?

Roy Jr.
No way. Are you serious?

Maggie
And he looks at me like I’m crazy.

Roy Jr.
Well, you look like you to listen to thrashing guitars and drums going off like machine guns. And a guy who sounds like the Cookie Monster shouting lyrics.

Maggie
You read into people all wrong.

Roy Jr.
I wasn’t wrong about my Dad.

Maggie
That’s because you live with him.