Just turned nineteen and without a job because of his mullet-cut and nose ring, Freddie Shanks lived in a war zone. Other people without insider knowledge would call it his family home but Freddie and the family knew differently.
Aaron Shanks had given up on his son five years ago and they rarely exchanged a word these days and Freddie knew better than to ask for a loan of his father's car to load up with booze and friends to tour around looking for likely looking parties. A year ago his mom re-Christened him and frequently used his alternative name, Asshole. His older sister Katie had never liked him from birth and was bewildered by the unknown when she found his first erection at three months and fondled it, although obviously he didn't know what to do with it.
Jude, two years older that Freddie, had defended him against family attacks, although not all that vigorously and had hugged him whenever he was down and for the past four years had jerked him off when requested. But when Jude arrived home yesterday from technical college and found her bare-ass brother shafting her best friend on Jude's bed she ripped Freddie's back with her nails, kicked too high so got him in the gut instead of the balls and yelled at him to leave the house. He fled, pulling on his jeans and locked himself in his room.
A couple of hours later Aaron broke down the bedroom door. The family stood at the front door shouting abuse as Freddie slunk away. But at after midnight his very embarrassed parents were called to the police station to identify their son and to take him home otherwise he'd appear in court later that morning on a vagrancy charge.
"Oh Asshole, how could you shame the family," his mom wailed and the night sergeant said. "Ma'am, it's not right and proper to call your son an asshole."
"Would you speak fondly of your son with a nose ring and a haircut like that?" Aaron demanded.
The sergeant, who said his son was a music teacher and church choirmaster, didn't think so. He rubbed his chin and took Aaron aside and then told Freddie, "Your parents will return at 7:00 for you. Meanwhile Freddie, you and I are going to talk about change."
An hour after dawn next morning Freddie glared at his asshole of a mom when she'd lifted up his polo shirt and laughed gleefully at the rubber hose welts all over his back.
The asshole and her surly husband had laughed at the sight of his crew cut and the tear in his nostril where the bully of a sergeant had ripped it out.
"Your reformed son is ready to be taken home for breakfast," the police sergeant had sneered.
The very subdued Freddie went straight to bed and only stirred when a very forgiving Jude slipped in beside him. She soon had her brother up hard and ...well, who wants to know about what they did?
Early that evening Freddie slipped away with his backpack. Late evening Sergeant Moeller, who'd mistreated Freddie, was kneecapped by an unidentified assailant and thereafter would be confined to working out his career in the force doing clerical work because of permanent injuries to his knees. Just before dawn unidentified intruders blew the safe at the bowling alley and got away with almost a full week's takings. The Reilly brothers gave their tipster and driver Freddie $500 from the haul of cash and after Ivan Reilly picked the lock of a sports car and got the motor running for Freddie, Freddie grabbed a can of gas from the car yard and set fire to the church where Sergeant Moeller's son was involved. The choir seating was destroyed and investigators blamed choirmaster Simon Moeller for leaving the heaters on.
Later that day Freddie ditched the sports car in a disused quarry and hitched a ride. After he seduced the cooperative woman drive and her 40-year-old daughter they dropped him off at the railway station and he caught a train south.
Freddie was disappointed the woman sitting opposite him refused to be seduced but they continued chatting. He learned she was living with a guy who collected outstanding repayments on loans.
"An enforcer?"
"You're out of date," she laughed, bosom heaving and showing lovely teeth, convincing Freddie he had to sharpen up if he wanted women like her to fuck him.
"He's called a security protection agent. Why don't you come with me and talk to Ivan if you are looking for a career? Smarten up and you'd probably do very well. Even I might become interested," she giggled.
"What's involved?" he asked.
"Well you must shower regularly, get your teeth capped..."
"No I mean to become a security protection agent?"
Juliet said to possess correct addresses of overdue clients, to drive a nondescript car and to have a suit jacket fitted for a slot for a length of rubber hose on one side and a length of steel pipe on the other side and learn to remember which persuader to use as appropriate. It was also necessary to display a disbelieving look and to look nasty. "I would think you would have little problem looking nasty."
"You seem well-informed?"
"Well besides warming Ian's bed I call on his little old lady defaulters. I take in a cream cake and get their cooperation that way but if necessary I hold up a hair brush and that brings back childhood memories of being belted on the butt so they rush off and return with the money owing. We are given 20% of what we collect so only work on large debts to generate good cash flow for our business. Oh, I have a younger sister waiting to break into the business. Perhaps you could team up with her?"
Ian was waiting at the station. He listened with interest and said, "This sounds okay; we should talk business. By the way, attempt to fuck Juliet and you're dead."
Horrified, Freddie wondered if Juliet would tell Ian he'd already made a full-on pass at her but when he looked at her she was fluttering her eyelashes at Ian, looking very angelic. Both buys caught the whiff of her arousal.
Juliet's sister Mary-Lou looked like a female bulldog and had big squashy tits and arm muscles like a man and bad breath as well. Freddie had the brains to know she'd terrify women just by looking at Mary-Lou with her lip curled back and men too when she held up a metal pipe. So he agreed to work with her and with relief found she was gay. They learned the ropes working for Ian for six months and then went out on their own, as they wanted to move up to collecting major debts.