Chapter Two
Boyd
"That's right, finish it all up," said Boyd. He was taking another evening off, which he did very often. In fact, he had never really worked a day in his life, not since his father used to take him to the office to help out. But that was then, and he was a boy. This was now, and he is a grown man.
"Shit, I don't think I can," said the young woman with fake red hair. "I think I need a break." She looked like she'd been up all night, probably because that's just what had happened. "What's the time anyway? You know you're still on the clock, right?"
"I'm not as stupid as you look, so of course I know I'm still on the clock. Here," said Boyd, putting his hand on her red head and bringing her pink lips over his erect penis. Boyd was not wearing pants, so that was easily done. The woman was a hired sex worker, so she didn't hesitate. "I'll finish it up while you suck some more cum out of my dick. Bon appetite!" He leaned over and picked up a little mirror from the wooden bench they were both on. They'd stolen an ornate, silver thing from somewhere around the big church hall when they'd first come in. The door was still broken from the thorough kicking Boyd had inflicted upon its mature and irreplaceable wood.
Boyd held her head and pumped it up and down, while she leaned over from beside him, slobbering on his thick shaft and licking hungrily around his fat head. He looked over at the chubby blond woman who was slumped on a chair against the wall. His dick pulsed even more as he looked over at her enormous tits, each as big as his head, and the round ass that was molded into the wood seating. "Hey!" he yelled at her. They were right up near the front of the church, and the sound bounced straight back at them from the raised dais at the front of the building, where all the most treasured things were stored.
"Huh? Oh, sorry, baby. Did I fall asleep?" Boyd stood up, pushing back the red head of the woman who was rapidly fellating him. She fell off the bench and onto her knees.
"Watch it, buddy," she said, wiping the saliva and pre-cum from the edges of her pretty lips. "Do you want your dick sucked or not?" Her eyes were bright white, but somehow kind of red at the same time. That was the many lines of white powder her current client had been handing out to her since he'd picked her up earlier that night. The other woman, the blonde who had been sleeping, was still on the clock from early in the evening, when Boyd had first felt the need to empty his balls.
"Hey, Grace," he said to the blond. "Wait, what's your name?"
"My name's Yolanda, you prick," she said "You're gonna have to take me home unless you got more money. I'm fuckin' spent."
"You've been sleeping the past twenty minutes. Am I paying you to sleep?"
"Shit, alright I'll give you some extra. You better still pay me," said Yolanda with her unnaturally blond hair covering her face. It was a good thing too, because she was looking pretty angry, and tired. "Gimme another bump first."
"Great!" said Boyd. "Then, I'm going to need you to go down on your friend here while I fuck you. That should make it up."
"What? I'm not a lesbian," said the red head.
"So? I'm pretty sure Grace isn't either."
"My name's Yolanda!"
"And my name's Ta—"
"Those are stupid names," said Boyd. He was rifling around in his shirt pocket, and pulled out a few hundred dollar bills. He shoved some of them in Yolanda's mouth just as she was about to keep telling him off. Her full breasts jiggled as she turned away from him. When she realized it was money—a lot of money for the average person—she stopped complaining.
"What about me?" said the red head, still on the floor. She opened her mouth with a smile, and Boyd put the rest of the crisp bills in her mouth. Oh, he had a lot more in his wallet, which was safely in his shirt pocket; the only piece of clothing he was still wearing. He was a strong guy who worked out almost religiously, and tall too. Even without all his money, he would have been able to get hot women. But he liked the type that did what he said without argument. They also didn't tend to talk about what he'd been getting up to, unlike some of his previous fuck buddies.
Boyd picked up the red head, her b-cups shining in the low light of the church, from the saliva she'd gotten on her while giving Boyd sloppy, drug-addled head. He carried her over to the altar at the front of the church, both of them laughing. After he sat her down on it, facing the back of the hall, he went and took Yolanda by the hand, then lead her over and knelt her in front of the petite red head whose name he never bothered to learn.
"Tongue fuck her ass while I fuck your ass with my cock, and you'll both get plenty of money. Just don't mess this up for me, okay? I plan to cum hard and plenty."
Boyd had only gotten his dick halfway up the plump woman's tight butthole when there was a pounding at the broken door. "Oh, shit," he said. "Don't you fucking move, I am not leaving until I finish."
"Put your hands up in the air!" said one of the police officers as they came in through the broken, woodens door. Boyd did as told, but he continued to fuck Yolanda's jiggling ass just long enough to orgasm hard and pump her full of hot jizz.