Dirty Business by Huck Pilgrim Read Free Book Online

asked.
     
    “Something like that,” Gloria giggled. “There’s a guy in the room out there, Mr. Murphy—”
     
    Veronica nodded.
     
    “Donnell thinks I fucked him,” Gloria said. “Donnell can’t let it go, but he won’t confront Mr. Murphy, either. Instead, Donnell finds ways to do business with him. It’s like Donnell’s desperate to get the best of Mr. Murphy. It’s like Mr. Murphy has this magical power to draw Donnell in, capture and hold his imagination. His attention.”
     
    “Did you?” Veronica asked.
     
    “Did I what?”
     
    “Fuck Mr. Murphy?” Veronica grinned.
     
    Gloria blushed.
     
    Veronica laughed. “He’s got kids.”
     
    “I didn’t fuck him,” Gloria said. “I babysat for him. He came home early and found me and Donnell in his garage.”
     
    “What were you guys doing in the garage?”
     
    Feeling her cheeks flush, Gloria tilted her head and grinned. “ Squirming ,” she said. “At least, I was.”
     
    Veronica giggled.
     
    “Mr. Murphy kicked Donnell out and took me home. On the way, Mr. Murphy stopped at the bank …”
     
    Gloria paused. Grinned shyly.
     
    “He gave me a hundred bucks ,” Gloria whispered.
     
    “For babysitting?” Veronica drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. She looked intrigued but also confused. “But you didn’t have to fuck him?”
     
    “That’s right,” Gloria said. “He said I’d already earned it.”
     
    “That’s pretty good.”
     
    “But then he started talking funny .”
     
    “Funny?” Veronica asked.
     
    “Yeah, funny. Asking me about blowjobs. About how Donnell’s cum tasted. Funny.” Gloria spoke in a whisper.
     
    Veronica listened intently. “What did you tell him?”
     
    “At first, I didn’t know what to say,” Gloria said. “I didn’t want to discuss any of that stuff with him. But he had just given me all that money, so I didn’t want to say no, either. And then he put his hand on my thigh.”
     
    Gloria grinned, even as her cheeks flushed.
     
    Veronica had a warm, soapy wash towel and dragged it across her chest, then down between her legs. She grinned.
     
    “And …” Veronica said, drawing the word out, coaching her new friend.
     
    Slipping off the toilet seat, Gloria knelt next to the tub, the better tell the next part of her story. “I ended up moving his hand between my legs,” Gloria said. “It felt good. Really good. Hot. I told him I liked giving blowjobs. I said that Donnell’s cum tasted warm, salty.”
     
    Veronica grinned.
     
    “You know what he said to me,” Gloria licked her lips. Paused.
     
    Veronica raised her brow. She rolled herself up to the side of the tub, her face only inches from Gloria’s nose.
     
    “He said I was a slut. A hot little slut .” Gloria’s voice was tiny. Breathless.
     
    Veronica knitted her brows together.
     
    “When he said that, I came so hard ,” Gloria said.
     
    “You liked it?” Veronica asked.
     
    “Loved it,” Gloria grinned.
     
    Veronica laughed and sat back with a great splash.
     
    “A little slut, huh?” Veronica giggled.
     
    “No,” Gloria said, her face cross. “Don’t tease me. I feel terrible.”
     
    “About the money?” Veronica said.
     
    “No,” Gloria said. “I feel good about the money.”
     
    Veronica sloshed a fist pump. Grinned.
     
    “I feel terrible that I came so hard when he called me a slut.”
     
    “Lots of girls like dirty talk,” Veronica said.
     
    “Do you?”
     
    “Sometimes,” Veronica said.
     
    “But I’m not a slut,” Gloria said. She reached her fingertips out to Veronica’s wet shoulder to add a little weight to her claim.
     
    “Of course you’re not,” Veronica said. “You just like being called one. Sometimes being called a slut is just what you need.”
     
    Gloria smiled.
     
    “You know what turns me on? Veronica asked. “I like the idea of Joe Murphy giving you one hundred dollars to answer two questions about blowjobs.” Veronica