A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... Markus and Leon nodded.

"Can I ask you a question," I rejoined.

"Sho," Ty replied.

"The blonde who was with you at the pool. Wasn't she the woman in the very first episode? It looked like she had a wedding ring on back then, but at the pool she didn't. Mind if I ask what happened?"

"Lill. She's Lill. Shit parents, on the street by the time she was 15, stayed with family, but shit family. Uncle hit on her, had to leave. With her body, everybody wanted her, houses in Henderson wanted her, porn studios wanted her, escort services, everybody, fake ID, boom, they all wanted it. But she smart, she waited, then married a rich old bird. Some ex-military big dick. He was 71, she was nineteen. Good to her mostly, but he had some kink in him, put her up for the first shoot. He and AJ flew private planes, thas how they met. Died last year, cancer. Left her everything. She came back 'round and we've been a thing, but she knows what I do, knows I won't stop jus' cause she came back.

"Hope you don't mind me asking. I was just curious." I followed.

"She's spectacular, by the way," I said.

"Oh, she's way better than that!" Ty hinted and the threesome laughed.

***

AJ called us in just afterwards and filming began. Mary was, how to say this without sounding arrogant--brilliant.

She'd done theatre in high school and again in college. Her professors had urged her to give either Broadway or Hollywood a try, but we'd begun seriously dating and she'd scotched those ...

... plans in favor of having a husband and a family. Seeing her on screen made me realize just how much she'd given up. She was an absolute natural and was now finishing the apex scene that would turn the movie over into its inevitable sexual sequence—if Mary didn't run for the hills.

"What chu do fo' me if I make you an offer of ten, eight?" Ty responded.

"Excuse me?" Mary asked.

"What chu do... fo me... if I make you and offer of ten, eight? Ty repeated.

"I don't know what you mean?" Mary the realtor responded, puzzled.

"This crib ain't worth eleven, and it damn sure aint worth eleven five. Ain't post COVID now, interest rates up, been on the market for 252 days. That means you had you first six months, and you got a three-month extension, now yo' listin' damn near up, am I right?'

"Maybe," Mary said anxiously, "perhaps you should get to your point."

"My point, Miss prim and proper, is that I looked it up and you ain't closed a deal in almost a year. You divorced and yo shit Ex hadn't paid a penny in support, since you ditched him, which is why's you in court filin' motions. So why don't we get down to it?

What chu gon do fo me and my boys here to close this?"

Real estate agent Mary showed full recognition of the "ask" for the first time and a convincing flush crept up her neck and rose to her cheeks.

"My relationship with the sellers is rock solid, this house will sell itself next week or next month if you don't make an offer. You can go fuck ...