Chapter Eight
Boyd had cum already, but that never stopped him from continuing the fun. He was only in his late twenties, and full of testosterone from all the working out he did. "Are you ready for another go?" he said to the goth chick he'd brought home.
"Where the fuck did you get those pills from? They're great!"
"Hey, when you don't live in that rat's nest area you call home, it's pretty easy to get all the best things in life." Boyd smirked and looked down his nose at Brandy. He even remembered her name, which was quite an honor as far as he was concerned. "Isn't that right, Brandy. What kind of goth name is that anyway? Shouldn't you be called Raven or Darkness?"
"You're a dickhead. And why the fuck did you have to come to that rat's nest to find a good lay? Because all you rich people are stuck up, and your women wouldn't know what to do with a dick if it hit them over the head."
"Is that what you're into? Okay!" He jumped up on the bed and started slapping Brandy on top of the head, using his thick dick as a humorous weapon. "Maybe this is a better way to get you ghetto bitches to come home with me, just club you all over the head with my huge piece and drag you to my limo."
Brandy sighed. "Say, since you're so eager to act like a little bitch, how about you let me break out my toy?"
"You're not fucking me in the ass with a strap on, I'll tell you that right now. This is purely an out box."
"Yeah, that's what I used to say when I was a preteen."
"Well, you're a whore. Your ass is for fucking, which I'd like to give another go in a while," said Boyd. He was really feeling the effects of the ecstasy they'd taken earlier that day before heading to his place. He didn't even think people still did that stuff, but then again, they weren't exactly the trendiest people out where Brandy lived.
"Shut up and bend over," she said. Brandy pulled a paddle out of her handbag.
"You take that thing with you everywhere?"
"Like you said, I'm a whore. But I also like to fuck whores, men and women. Yes, that means you. There's nothing going on in your head, and you think money rules everything. You're more of a whore than my mother used to be when she was putting me and my brother through college."
"You went to college? What, did they have a course on bartending and sucking a mean cock?"
"Bartending, yes, at community college. Sucking dick? Well, I just got a lot of practice, honey. You're welcome." She smiled warmly. "You're an asshole but you are fun, I'll give you that. Boyd's a stupid name though. Now, who needs a spanking?!"
"What the shit?!" said Felicia after she burst in through Boyd's bedroom door. "Oh, please excuse me," she added when she realized just what she had so rudely interrupted. Trying to stop herself from openly laughing, Felicia backed out of the room and closed the door on herself. Through the door, she yelled, "Sorry! I'm sorry, but this is urgent. Seriously urgent. Can you, uh, finish up whatever you're doing and meet me in the kitchen?"
"Sure thing," called Boyd, still on his hands and knees with his butt cheeks bright red from his paddling. "Hey, why don't you make us something to eat?" he called out. Then, quietly saying to Brandy, "Are you hungry?"
Brandy just laughed and shook her head. "I didn't realize you lived with your mother."
"Watch it!" called Felicia from outside the closed door.
"I mean, you're a very hot mother, don't get me wrong. I just didn't think that … I think I should go. Thanks for the drugs and the sex, Boyd. You take a good spanking."
Once they had dressed and Brandy was in a taxi on the way home, Boyd found Felicia sitting in the spacious living area. That was another area Boyd didn't go very often. He had sex there occasionally, but all of his lube and other paraphernalia were in the bedroom, along with the plastic sheets and emperor sized bed. "I thought you were going to wait in the kitchen," she said.
"Yes, well, to be honest," Felicia mumbled through a crooked smile, "I needed a cushion to laugh into. That poor girl must have been embarrassed."
"Poor girl? Well, she doesn't have much money. She honestly didn't care about you seeing her. I get the feeling being naked in a room with just two people is a quiet day for that one. Fucking tight pussy though."
"And so, did you enjoy your spanking? You have been bad, after all." Felicia started openly laughing at Boyd. "You're never going to be able to live that down."
"Like it's the worst thing I've done." Boyd sat down next to her. He still stank like sex and alcohol, but that was nothing new.
"Oh, right. You could have let me enjoy myself for a few minutes more. I'd almost forgotten about the trouble you've gotten yourself into this time."
"She was legal; we came straight here alone. How could I have gotten into any more trouble since yesterday? You did clear that up, right?" Boyd was genuinely concerned.
"I've found out about a little regulation that someone clearly didn't want me to know about. The board that manages your trust fund, require you to prove that you have in fact been good."
"Well, I'm screwed then …"
"Now, they can't morally judge you in any objective way, not in a legal sense. But you need to have a clean police record."
"Oh, well that's fine. You've kept it cleaner than that vagina you neglect so much."
"I wouldn't be making crude jokes if I were in your shoes. I get paid either way. If you lose your trust fund, I have no choice but to find a new job. Even if I did keep helping you, there's not much I can do without money to grease all those wheels you stick up in shit so regularly. Not to mention all the people who could testify against you. What do you think would happen if someone came back asking for another pay out to keep quiet, and you didn't have all those millions at your disposal?"
"Okay, I'll be good. Promise." And he meant it.
"You'd better watch out for that uncle of yours too. He's been snooping around, trying to butter up the trust board members, especially the ones who'll be making the final judgment."
"Carl … that old asshole."