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There is a click sound and a soft buzz as the ancient fluorescent lights turn on.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” I hear a voice say to my left.

I turn my head and Mutt’s standing there with his pants down around his ankles. His flabby, wrinkled ass exposed for the world to see.

I hear a wet popping noise and as Mutt looks back at me, a woman’s face appears.

She’s obviously on her knees, giving my idiot cousin a blow job.

“Who is it?” the woman asks.

“Holy fuck,” Mutt says. “Corbin?”

“Don’t let me hold you up,” I say. “Go on and guzzle that cum, sweetheart.”

The woman gasps.

Mutt steps back and starts to turn.

I put my hands out, not interested at all in seeing my cousin’s saliva-stained dick.

He scrambles to pick up his dirty work pants.

The woman climbs to her feet and wipes her mouth.

“When the fuck did you get out?” Mutt asks.

“Thanks for checking up on me,” I say.

Mutt’s face drops.

He knows the kind of guy I am. He knows it wouldn’t bother me one bit to take a fat wrench and smash it off the side of his head a few dozen times, then toss his pudgy ass into a pond and let him rot.

He’s terrified of me. He should be.

I look at the blow job queen.

I have to admit, for a split second I’m a little jealous. I’m about ready to offer this slut my cock. A real cock. Something she would have to work on. Something that requires a whole lot of ibuprofen later for the soreness in her jaw.

“This your girlfriend or wife?” I ask Mutt.

“Her? No. She’s…” Mutt laughs and rubs the back of his neck. “She needed new tires, brake pads, and some other stuff. Came up short on the bill. You know?”

“Jesus Christ,” I say. “Sucking cock to pay for your car?”

“I’m a single mother,” the woman says to me. “What am I supposed to do? I need my car.”

I glance at Mutt. “No other way to work out some kind of payment plan with her?”

Mutt swallows hard. “It was her idea. Kind of a fantasy of mine, you know?”

“How many blow jobs?” I ask the woman.

She looks down.

“Fuck,” I say. “Okay, here’s the deal, sweetheart. You stop by every Friday. Or Monday. You hand Mutt fifty bucks until the bill is paid off. Then you do that two more times. As an interest charge.”

“Make it one time,” she says. “Considering this isn’t the first time I’ve…”