“Well, what would we have to do to make the situation right for you?” the first one asked.
“Not a damn thing. I’m just not feeling it tonight.”
They started whispering to each other. I walked on toward the car. “Listen,” one of them called out. It turned out to be the taller of the two. “Duke and I have always had this competitive spirit. He and I both claim we’re the best pussy connoisseur on the planet but the bullshit talk is getting old.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And?”
“And how about you let us settle the dispute once and for all?”
I laughed. “So you two want to eat me out and let me decide who’s better at it?”
The shorter one nodded. “Exactly.”
Now I was tired and drained but I had never been one to turn down a good pussy eating and if they were planning to battle, then they would both be trying to outdo even themselves.
I stood there trying to come up with the right price. If I didn’t charge them, it would have seemed bizarre. Besides, they were undoubtedly planning to pay, and money is money.
Finally, I said, “A hundred bucks each.”
“To eat you?” the taller one asked.
“Look, I don’t have all night,” I said. “Either you want to eat this pussy or you don’t. It makes no difference to me.”
The taller one glanced at his friend. “Maybe we should go back inside and find someone else.”
The shorter one objected. “No, I want this one right here. If a hundred is too steep for you, I got you. It’s all good because I know that I’m going to win the competition and it’s worth every penny to get you to stop bragging on that tongue and shut the hell up.”
He dug into his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash and paid me. I winked at him and said, “It’s on.”
As I lay on a bed in a pay-by-the-hour motel with my legs spread open being eaten out, I couldn’t help but giggle. That damn bitch doctor didn’t know what she was talking about. I was in complete control to the point that I had taken Jon’s degradation to another level by accepting cash for a sexual favor. The shorter one found himself ass out. Not only did he give up the two hundred; he also gave up bragging rights because the taller one was definitely the best pussy connoisseur on the planet.
22
jonquinette
Never had I wished that I had started my own accounting firm more than when I went into work that Thursday and asked for Friday off. You would have thought the world had come to an end by the expression on Mr. Wilson’s face.
“Jonquinette, we really need you here tomorrow,” he whined. “We’re backed up on a lot of things.”
“Hmph, I thought we were all caught up. I only have one thing in my in box and that will take me less than ten minutes to straighten out. Fridays are slow but anything that comes in, I can surely knock out on Monday morning.”
“Are you ill?” Mr. Wilson asked me.
“No, I actually need to go see my father in North Carolina.”
“I wasn’t aware that your father was still alive.”
He said that as if I regularly discussed my private life with him. For all he knew, my mother wasn’t among the living and she lived right in Atlanta.
“Yes, he’s alive,” I said.
“Well, is he ill?”
“Yeah, he is,” I lied, sensing that Daddy would have to be practically on his death bed in order for my day off to be a crisis.
“What’s wrong with him?” Mr. Wilson pried.
I didn’t want to wish anything too bad on Daddy so I said, “He runs an auto repair shop and there was a mishap.”