CHAPTER 1
Reggie pulled up behind a newish looking Honda Civic sitting at the stop sign. No traffic, yet the driver failed to proceed. He tapped his horn to alert the distracted driver of his presence. The car lurched forward and Reggie followed in his beat up, piece of shit, pickup truck. He stepped on the gas and passed the little Civic, glancing at the car's tinted windows which prevented him from seeing its driver. The tail pipe of his truck belched a cloud of burnt oil as it pulled in front of the newer car. He knew this area well and there was another mile to go before they reached the next cross street where the driver might turn off. He let up on the gas once in front of the car and watched it catch up with him from his rear view mirror. The driver was a white female that kept looking down at the cell phone she held. Reggie waited for her to look down at the device again.
The map on Megan's iPhone screwed up and brought her to the wrong place, making her late for another job interview. She was lost. Her eyes quickly scanned the phone's tiny screen and then refocused on the road. The old pickup truck in front of her had come to a stop. She was going to run into it. Megan's foot stomped the brake pedal. She veered to the right. The Civic screeched but didn't completely stop until colliding with Reggie's old truck.
"Shit!" Megan exclaimed as she came to the realization she was at fault in this accident. She couldn't afford a ticket or the higher insurance costs that would result. After a moment, Megan took a deep breath and finally unclenched her fingers from the steering wheel, bracing herself before looking at the damage.
As Megan got out of her car, the other driver, a tall, strapping, black man in his fifties, climbed from the old pickup truck she had just ran into. He looked like a body builder, huge muscles in his chest and arms bulging beneath his shirt. Megan surveyed the damage as the black man approached: a dent on her left fender and some of her car's paint on the truck's rear bumper which was badly bent. She looked up at the black man towering above her.
"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" she asked.
Everywhere Megan went, she captured eyes. Men and women desired her, invoking jealousy in wives and girlfriends.
Reggie hesitated before answering, carefully considering his words as his eyes feasted on the petite, white girl with red hair and green eyes standing in front of him. She was a young, slender beauty -- couldn't be more than 22 years old, he thought -- with a nicely curved ass, perky tits, and fine facial features. He noticed the small engagement ring she wore.
"I'm not sure," he replied rubbing the back of his neck and examining his rear bumper, which had been banged up pretty good from a previous accident. The thin metal of her fender couldn't possible bend the thick steel of his bumper like that. But there was no way a young, dumb girl like her would know that. Besides the small scuff mark, she hadn't really caused any additional damage to his already smashed up truck. "It looks like you messed up my bumper and your fender. My neck is hurting some too. Do you have that cell phone you were using when you ran into me handy so we can call the police and file an accident report?"
Megan fetched her phone and did something very unusual for her, she started crying. Usually strong and self-confident, everything seemed to be going wrong lately. Her wedding was in a month and what a terrible way this was to begin her marriage. She and her fiancé, her high school sweet heart, were eager to make a family, but she was unemployed, unable to pay her bills, and now faced a big, fat ticket for careless driving and much higher insurance costs. It was a stretch financially with Larry's small paycheck before, but now they certainly couldn't make it.
Reggie watched tears flow down Megan's face. Her hands nervously trembled holding the phone that got her in this mess in the first place. "Why are you crying like that?" he asked.
Between sobs Megan explained her situation, "I'm going to get another ticket and I won't be able to afford insurance. We'll never be able to get married."
Her crying aroused Reggie with thoughts of stuffing his gigantic, black cock into her tight, young twat -- of pumping her little pussy full with his potent cream and putting a black baby in her white belly; but she was too distraught to notice the large bulge forming in his pants.
The two sat on the curb of the lonely stretch of highway, just outside of town, surrounded by empty fields. Tall blades of grass waved in the warm summer breeze, early morning dew drying from them. An occasional car or truck whizzed by.
"Wait," Reggie said placing his hand over Megan's phone so she couldn't finish her call to the police. "Perhaps we can work something out where you won't get a ticket and your insurance won't go up. I hate to see two young people start out with such hardship," Reggie explained now driven by appetency greater than greed.
"Really?" Megan sniffled, her eyes red a swollen.
"Sure, I have a friend who can fix that dent and I can probably set you up with a job. Let me see your phone."
Reggie was moving fast on Megan. Before she had the chance to even consider his offer, its potential costs, his ulterior motives, he took the phone from her hands and called his friend: "Hi Leroy, it's me, Reggie. I need to call in a favor, buddy. I'm on Highway 408 just east of town. A Honda Civic ran into me and the owner needs her car towed to your shop and repaired."
Megan's jaw dropped. The damage to her car didn't look that severe to her. "I think I can drive it," she said.
Reggie held up his finger gesturing for Megan to wait until he finished the conversation on her phone. "Okay, we're on the side of the road."
"It's not that bad. I can drive it." Megan repeated when Reggie ended his phone call.
She was right. Her car was perfectly drivable. But Reggie knew women were easily deceived when it came to cars and mechanical issues and she didn't need to know how minor the damage to her car actually was. "Are you serious? You can't drive your car with that dent in its fender. It's unsafe like that and you'll ruin your tire when you make a left turn."
Megan started crying again, "But I can't afford a tow truck or repairs."
Her tears caused Reggie's penis to fill with more blood, making his erection even harder. "It's either this or we file a police report and get the insurance companies involved. Leroy owes me a few favors and he does nice work. Let's see how bad your damage is when he gets your car back to his shop. I bet he can fix it for less than your deductible. I guarantee he will cost a lot less money than if you take your car elsewhere."
"I don't know about this," Megan replied. "I just don't have the money."
"Well you need to make a decision now while I can still call Leroy back and cancel. It's not fair to make him come all the way out here and then for you to change your mind. Either way you're going to need a tow truck. But at least my way your insurance won't go up and you'll avoid getting a ticket. I am just trying to help you out."
Megan felt confused. She wanted to ask her fiancé, Larry, what to do, but he wasn't supposed to get phone calls while at work and she didn't want to upset him with more bad news.
Reggie sensed Megan's hesitancy, but the dark, primitive compulsion sparked by Megan's tears and originating from his swollen penis had become stronger than his urge to breathe; like a high pressure salesperson, he pushed to close the deal before she backed out.
"It may not cost much, if anything at all, since Leroy owes me. If money is that much of a problem now, I'll vouch for and you can pay them back later," he added.
A lot of people owed Reggie favors for things he provided to them. Reggie had dabbled in a number of illicit businesses.
"Okay, I guess," Megan answered.
CHAPTER 2
Leroy pulled up in a rusty, old tow truck that looked like a bigger heap than Reggie's pickup. Reggie stood up and ran to meet his friend, leaving Megan sitting by herself on the curb. Leroy, still in his truck, lowered his window as Reggie approached.
The two black men chatted like good friends, occasionally glancing her way and laughing, but Megan couldn't hear what they were saying to each other from her distance and over the chugging of Leroy's truck. She watched Leroy -- a wiry fellow with short, kinky, white hair atop his head -- hop from his truck and briefly examine the damage to her car. He shook his head disapprovingly and then proceeded to attach her disabled vehicle to the winch. Next to his huge friend and the heavy equipment he operated, Leroy appeared slight. The two men walked over to Megan after hooking up her car.
"It's a good thing Reggie stopped you from driving your car like that," the old black man said. He grinned as if thinking about something funny -- his smile containing dark gaps where teeth were missing -- and added, "I'm Leroy."
"Hi Leroy, I'm Megan. Thanks for helping me out. Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost?" the girl asked, her pretty, green eyes still pink and puffy from crying earlier.
"It's hard to tell just yet. Until we get that fender off, there is no way to know if any underlying damage to the frame occurred. Don't worry about that now. Reggie says he'll vouch for you."
Leroy turned to Reggie and continued, "I'll take her car back to my shop now and get Tyrone working on it. Unless he finds major damage to the frame he should have it drivable later today. The rear bumper on your truck looks like it needs some work too."
"Okay," Reggie replied. "We'll take care of my bumper later." He then explained to Megan, "You'll ride with Leroy. I have some business to do and then I'll meet you at his garage."
As Reggie opened the passenger door for Megan, it sounded like it shrieked in pain, its rusty hinges arthritic joints forced to move. After Reggie helped her into the truck's filthy cab, Megan sat in the tattered seat and watched the old man pull himself up into the truck. She could tell it was becoming a struggle for him as he aged.
Leroy waved to Reggie as he drove away with Megan beside him and her car attached to the back of his truck. His admiration for Reggie reached an all-time high. Megan's beauty was even more striking close up; and her presence brought some life to his long dormant cock, which twitched slightly each time his eyes took in more of her lovely, model-like features.
After Leroy and Megan headed to Leroy's shop, Reggie went to seek medical attention for back and neck injuries he had just sustained. His story would be that the late model, blue Honda Civic Megan drove had left the scene. If turned in, say by the shop that repaired her car, Megan would be charged with felony hit and run.
CHAPTER 3
It didn't seem to take this long to reach them after Reggie called Leroy on her phone; but Megan was upset and not paying attention to time. Leroy drove slowly and took a detour back to his garage while uneasiness festered in Megan. She had never spent much time around black people and the old man's body odor added to her discomfort. His eyes kept wandering up her legs and staring at her breasts each opportunity he got to take them off the road. The more she thought about it, the more precarious her situation appeared. But she couldn't just demand for him to stop and give her car back. She felt paralyzed by an inability to act and sat silently as Leroy drove to their destination -- wherever that was.
Leroy's garage sat in a part of town where white folks were rare and Megan had never visited before. Her fear subsided some when they arrived. In five hours Larry would be off work; she planned to call him and let her fiancé know what had happened and where she was.
Leroy's place looked more like a junk yard than a repair shop, with cars and their parts strewn about in overgrowth and a tall chain-link fence with barbed wire on top surrounding the property. Two large Doberman Pinschers with spiked collars around their necks, appropriately named Demon and Savage, ran to Leroy's truck as it pulled up the driveway. They angrily barked and snarled at Megan when she opened her door. Megan froze with fear.
"Demon... Savage: heel!" Leroy thundered in a tone that didn't match his stature and sounded like it came from a big, Nazi drill sergeant. The dogs cowered to his feet. "Get out of here you mangy mutts!" he yelled. At his command they scurried away like scared puppies. Megan suspected the dogs reacted that way from cruel treatment. In a volte-face, Leroy politely smiled and helped her from the truck.
They walked into the garage where the smell of oils and solvents hung in the air as thickly as Leroy's body odor in the truck. A young, black man, around Megan's age, dressed in denim coveralls with grease stains on them, worked under a car on the lift. Leroy barked like one of his excited dogs, "Tyrone, bring this young lady's car in here and get to work on it right away. She was just in an accident, and needs it fixed now."
From his broad shoulders, Tyrone's lean body narrowed down in the form of a "V" with muscular pecks, biceps and buttocks his baggy coveralls poorly concealed. He performed quick repairs and quick paint jobs on cars. He also dismantled a few stolen automobiles for Leroy who used them for parts. Tyrone didn't ask questions, but somebody made his boss more volatile than usual. He looked over to his boss yelping and saw a beautiful white girl. "Wow" he muttered under his breath, his mouth forming a smile of bright teeth that contrasted his dark skin. His eyes black like obsidian lit up at the sight of Megan.
CHAPTER 4
Megan sat in a waiting area that consisted of a table and several plastic chairs in the corner of a small room. A number of disgusting girlie magazines -- Hustler, Barely Legal, Oui, and Penthouse -- covered the table and momentarily brought back the uneasy feeling she had experienced while riding in Leroy's truck. A layer of filth deposited over the years from the bottoms of mechanics' shoes darkened the white terrazzo floors worn by traffic. A television that only received one boring channel was mounted to the wall. With nothing to read and her cell phone out of charge, Megan passed the day in the dirty waiting area at Leroy's garage watching stupid shows on the television.
Tyrone started working on Megan's car. The damage was minimal but his boss explained the situation. Tyrone would have it fixed late that day -- after Reggie returned -- even though it could be repaired sooner. Except for the dent in her fender, her car appeared immaculate inside and out. Even the contents in her glove box were neat and organized as he went through them curious of her personal life. He found the papers from the dealer where she purchased the car in an envelope: a bill of sale and completed credit application. She lived in a nice part of town and had just turned 21-years-old, a year older than him. Tyrone believed cars resembled their owners. He imagined Megan looked as flawless under her clothes as her car looked under its hood. A girl perfect as Megan was as easy to win as the lottery. But Tyrone couldn't help fantasizing about taking Megan for a spin, and putting his piston in her well-oiled cylinder anyway.
A service counter with a cash register and telephone sat at the far end of the room where Megan waited. A door behind the counter led to the garage. The door opened and Tyrone came in pretending to look for something. From this location the young stud had a perfect view of Megan as she watched the television. Her silky, red hair, the color of shiny rust, flowed down to her shoulders. Her shapely breasts were not excessively large, but filled her white blouse nicely. Her tight, black skirt, which reached just above the knee, revealed a slim waist and long, smooth legs she kept crossed. But her face was indescribably beautiful with large, luminous, green eyes that looked like they belonged to a cat, high cheek bones, a little nose, a narrow chin, and full lips. Tyrone stood undressing Megan with his eyes, imagining her naked like the models in the porno magazines on the table -- magazines he took to the bathroom and wacked his monster sized penis off to three times a day. Tyrone's cock got hard as he stared at Megan. He had broken up with his girlfriend over a month ago and was tired of jerking himself off.
Leroy walked from his office down the short corridor to the waiting room and saw Tyrone leering at Megan and grabbing his coveralls to adjust his very large penis. "What are you looking for?" Leroy asked, knowing good and well what Tyrone was up to.
"I'm looking for the keys to her Civic," Tyrone nervously replied.
"I gave them to you, cretin! Get back in that goddamn garage and get her car fixed." Leroy barked.
Although Megan disliked Leroy's tone, she was thankful he chased the guy away. She pretended that she hadn't noticed Tyrone staring at her, but from the corner of her eyes she saw his blurry image standing there grabbing his crotch. The entire time she had concealed how uncomfortable he made her feel. She never had an interest in black men before, and certainly didn't have one now. She was off the market to all men. Soon she would be Mrs. Megan Donovin, wife of Larry Donovin. She just wanted her car fixed so she could get away from these creepy black men.
But now instead of the young guy, the old pervert ogled her for several minutes. At least Leroy didn't keep obnoxiously grabbing his penis like Tyrone had done.
The old man could no longer get full erections, at least not without help from blue pills. However, the sight of Megan made more blood flow into his dusty prick without Viagra than it had received in a long time, which rekindled Leroy's memories of youth. How he wished he was a younger man again. Like Tyrone now, at one time he could get boners from a simple breeze. Leroy thought how this gorgeous, white chick must be torture for the poor kid.
The phone rang, diverting Leroy's attention. "Leroy's Garage," he answered.
"Don't say my name," Reggie's voice carefully instructed him from the phone. "I'm at the hospital and the police are taking a report. They already took a paint sample from my bumper but I didn't give them her license plate number or description. Make sure you keep her there until I get back."
"Sure, we can take care of that for you," Leroy said with that same funny grin he gave to Megan when he introduced himself to her -- the one that exposed his missing teeth, a semi-toothless grin. "Bring her in and we'll fix her up. We're open late tonight."
Leroy hung up the phone and went down the corridor back to his office -- probably to look at some nasty magazines, Megan thought.
By five-thirty Megan's car still was not finished. She was about to ask if she could borrow the phone so she could call Larry to pick her up when Reggie walked in.
"They finish your car yet?"
"No," Megan replied shaking her head.
"Leroy?" Reggie yelled down the hall. "What's up with her car?"
Leroy emerged from his office, "Let me go check."
He went out to the garage and for a few seconds, only Reggie, Megan, and an awkward silence filled the room. Unlike the other two guys, Reggie knew how to work a girl like Megan. He knew not to come on too strongly at first and to wait until the time was right and her defenses were down. He checked Megan out without her realizing it.
"Okay, he's finishing up right now," Leroy explained coming in from the garage holding paperwork for the repair. "Let's go back to my office and hash this out."
The apprehension Megan had experienced off and on throughout the day -- when she had ridden in Leroy's truck, when she had noticed the hardcore, pornographic magazines on the table, every time Leroy and Tyrone had taken turns ogling her, when Tyrone had fondled his crotch and Leroy had given her his semi-toothless grin -- returned again like bad indigestion. Yet her conscience compelled her to follow Leroy down the hall with Reggie close behind her. They had given her a tow, repaired her car, trusted her to pay them back without getting insurance companies or the police involved. Now it was time for her to return their good will, Megan thought, ignoring the anxiety she felt in her gut.
Leroy's office appeared neater and cleaner than the rest of his business, but was still beneath Megan's standards. Half of his large, oak desk was covered under a mountain of papers: old receipts and letters, statements from his banks and creditors, and utility bills that he let pile up. Every six months or so, when he got around to it, he went through it all, filed the important stuff, and threw away everything else. And then like a volcano made of papers, it would re-form.
To her relief, Megan didn't see any erotic magazines in his office. But her suspicion had been correct nonetheless -- he had hidden them in his desk.
Two antique chairs made of oak with a dark, worn finish faced the desk. Everything in this place: the waiting area, the customer service counter, the terrazzo floors, Leroy's oak desk and the chairs across from it, seemed to display the same depleted look that could almost pass for a purposefully planed motif, which of course it was not. Megan sat in one of the chairs, but Reggie remained standing beside the other. Leroy sat in a torn, but comfortable leather chair facing the two.
"There was some damage to the frame of your car which Tyrone repaired," Leroy explained. "We also replaced your fender and painted it. Since I'm doing this as a favor for Reggie, I'm only charging $2,800."
Megan looked at Reggie, her eyes welling up again. "I don't have $2,800. I don't even have a job right now."
"Now take it easy, sweetheart" Leroy said. "Reggie is vouching for you. But you need a job to pay us back and it just so happens that I need someone at the customer service counter to answer the phones and ring up customers. I'm willing to pay you $600 per week cash under-the-table. You can probably pay the entire bill off in three months."
Megan didn't feel comfortable with this proposition. The money was enticing but the way Leroy and Tyrone both looked at her gave her the willies.
"Uh, I'm not sure. Can I think about it for a day or two?" Megan asked.
Reggie again detected her hesitancy. He knew she needed money. They were close to a deal and he didn't want to use his trump card, the hit-and-run felony charge yet. He was saving that for his final coup d'état.
"What are you not sure about?" Reggie chimed in. "That's a damn good deal -- $600 under-the-table. If she doesn't want the job, I'll take it, Leroy."
The two men laughed and Megan gave a nervous giggle. She felt pressured.
"I'll tell you what; you seem like a well-spoken young lady that will bring some class to this place. I'll go to $650 per week, but that's my final offer."
"Wow," Reggie remarked.
This all seemed so similar to when Megan sat in the car dealership negotiating for the Civic. But $650 per week was a lot of money, at least to her. Her car payment was a month behind, her auto insurance premium was past due, and she needed to pay Leroy back. Again her conscience helped in her decision. Reggie had been kind. The police would have given her a ticket for careless driving and her insurance would have gone through the roof since this was not her first accident.
"Okay, Mr. Leroy, I'll work for you."
The three of them smiled and laughed again, Leroy with his semi-toothless grin and Reggie with several gold crowns on his teeth. Leroy quickly handed her a paper to sign. "It's just saying the service was performed to your satisfaction and you agree to pay us for the work performed," he still chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye. Megan signed it. At that moment, for a brief few seconds, Megan did not know why, but something about this reminded her of Faust.
******CHAPTER 5*******
The three men waited behind and gathered in Leroy's office after Megan went happily on her way, in her perfectly repaired Civic, back to her fiancé.
"Okay, Leroy, how much did the repairs really cost?" Reggie asked.
"Maybe $800 if we had used new parts. But I had a fender lying around from another Civic that went through the chop shop a few months back." Leroy then asked Tyrone, "How many hours you work on her Civic today?"
Tyrone shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe four hours total."
"Yea, and that's including all the time you spent trying to get a sniff of her pussy." Leroy quipped. "This kid must have blue balls. Since he broke up with his girlfriend a month ago, he's been jerking off three times a day, and that's just when he's here at work. At most the repair cost $200 with his labor included."
Reggie sat stroking his chin pondering his scheme. He ran multiple scenarios through his mind, his thoughts sharper, more rational, with Megan now gone along with the throbbing erection her tears had brought him. As badly as he had wanted to fuck Megan, it would not be prudent. It would be far too incriminating if he had sex with and possibly impregnated the same person who committed the hit and run on his truck. On the other hand, it would be quite plausible to a judge and jury if Megan initiated sex with Leroy, or better yet, Tyrone, in exchange for fixing her car so the police wouldn't find out. Of course he hoped they would not have to turn her in. Hopefully, Megan would acquiesce and let Tyrone stick his cock in her. Tyrone was closest to Megan in age, and had the fewest ties to Reggie, making him the best candidate for the privilege of fucking her. "How would you like to have a white girlfriend?" Reggie asked Tyrone.
Tyrone's eyebrows raised, his big, white teeth revealing themselves in his grin. "You mean that hot, white chick whose car I fixed today?" he asked incredulously.
"Who else have we been talking about, nimrod?" Leroy interjected.
"Shit yea!" Tyrone replied.
"Listen, you can't jerk off anymore. Do you understand?" Reggie asked. "We can't risk you going soft on her when she fights it, and she will fight it, at least the first few times."
Tyrone nodded in reply.
"She starts tomorrow which is Wednesday," Reggie said to Leroy. "Don't pay her until next Friday after we have a little chat with her and Tyrone fucks her."
The three men sat quietly for a few moments while Reggie looked up and stroked his chin more in further thought. Reggie understood the female psyche more than most men. She had chosen a mate in her fiancé and she might not be on the pill since they were getting married soon. When he had spoken with her after the accident, Megan gave Reggie the impression that she and her fiancé would immediately try to start a family. Her primal female instincts would fight to protect her precious eggs from all except him.
"Do you use condoms with your girlfriends?" Reggie asked Tyrone.
"Not unless they insist," Tyrone responded. "It doesn't feel as good with them."
"I'm with you on that," Reggie said patting Tyrone on his back. "Do you want to use them with Megan?"
"Not if I don't have to. Why?"
"I don't think she is on birth control since she is getting married soon. If that's the case and you want to enjoy her bareback, you better convince her from the very start that you've had a vasectomy; otherwise she will never let you near her without a rubber. A girl like Megan doesn't get pregnant out of wedlock or illegitimately. It will just make things easier if you tell her you got a vasectomy after knocking up a few girls and your done having children."
Tyrone thought about what Reggie said. "That's not too far from the truth, at least the part about knocking up a few girls, but this is a different situation. She is not like the girls in the hood. What if she really does get pregnant?"
"No, she is nothing like girls from the hood. That's why you must absolutely convince her you're safe. She is getting married. If she gets pregnant she will think the baby is her husband's, which it may be. Being her baby's daddy, though, would have benefits if you wanted to stick around and be with her." Reggie beamed, "If not, you'll have plenty of time to skip town."
The conversation made Tyrone hard. He reached down and repositioned his cock. Already his huge testicles ached. It would be a long ten days, but that white girl would be worth every moment of abstinence.
"Goddamn that's a huge black snake," Reggie commented. How do you keep that thing inside your pants?"
"I tuck it down my pants leg." But hard-ons are a bitch."
Leroy interjected: "What the hell do I get from all this?"
"What do you want out of it?" Reggie inquired.
"I want $50 bucks from the kid every time he takes a go at her and I want to watch too."
"Let's start out with the $50 and you can drill a hole in the wall to watch," Reggie joked. That work for you, Tyrone?"
Tyrone nodded.
If all went as planned, each of the three men would now get something they wanted: Reggie, half the money Leroy received from Megan and half the money Leroy received from Tyrone and whatever funds he might be able to scam from his own insurance; Tyrone, a beautiful white girl to regularly fuck; Leroy, cheap help, eye candy, and live peep shows. Megan would be working for far less than she realized paying them back a good chunk of her salary for something she never received. Leroy anticipated getting much of Tyrone's paycheck back every week in fuck fees. They all would win something at Megan's expense.
"One more thing," Reggie added. "The two of you need to be a little less obvious leering at her. We need her defenses down and the element of surprise when we make our move."
*******CHAPTER 6*************
Megan got home late but in wonderful spirits. "Hi honey," she said falling into Larry's arms and giving him a great, big kiss.
"Somebody's in a good mood," Larry replied. "I was worried about you. I tried calling but it went immediately to voicemail."
Megan's smile lit up the room. "My cell phone was dead. But I've got good news."
"What?" Larry inquired. The job hunting clothes Megan wore gave him a hint.
"I got a job," Megan lilted, her big green eyes sparkling as Larry looked into them.
"That's wonderful!" Larry cheered with a big smile of his own. "Where did you get a job?"
Megan left Larry's embrace, put down her purse and picked up the mail sitting on their kitchen table. "At a place called Leroy's Garage."
"What are you doing at the garage? I didn't know you knew how to work on cars."
"I don't, silly. I'll be answering their phones, dealing with their customers, and taking care of their paperwork," Megan replied, shuffling through the stack of envelops comprised mostly of overdue bills. "No checks from Publisher's Clearinghouse yet," she joked. Larry didn't respond to her dry humor.
"How much are they paying you?"
Megan stared at one of the envelopes in her hand from her auto insurance company -- a cancellation notice -- while thinking for a moment, and didn't immediately respond. She decided not to upset Larry by telling him she had another accident. Since Leroy was paying her cash under-the-table, she could pay back the loan, $200 a week, without Larry knowing about it.
Megan looked up at Larry who she always found somewhat attractive, but lacked the build and muscles the black men she met today displayed. She wasn't marrying Larry purely for great looks, or for money, neither of which he had in abundance. She was marrying him because they were kindred spirits who transcended physical attraction. "They're starting me at $450 a week, but cash under-the-table."
"Four-hundred-and-fifty dollars cash, no taxes, isn't too bad. Where is this place? I've never heard of it."
Megan put the stack of envelopes back down on the table. Tired of wearing heels and sitting around in business attire all day, she wanted to change into something comfortable. "In Mayberry on 54th Street and MLK Blvd," she replied heading toward their bedroom to change.
Larry followed her. "I haven't been there before, but I don't think that's a good area."
"It's fine," Megan sighed, the energy and enthusiasm from when she first came home now drained from her.
Larry watched his fiancée undress in front of him. She turned around and faced him in her white panties and bra made of lace, her red hair like the color of rust, but shiny, flowing down to her shoulders and her limpid, green eyes staring into his. There weren't enough adjectives to describe her beauty.
She didn't want to answer any more questions. "Come here and make love to me," Megan said.
Larry quickly took off his clothes and joined her in bed.
They kissed and hugged and touched each other's bodies in special places until the time arrived to enter her. Megan had just stopped taking birth control pills so she would be ready when they were married to make children with Larry. She gently reminded him to put on a condom. Larry fumbled to put the latex sheath over his member, a barrier between them that prevented their complete intimacy. He missed the feeling of his penis in direct contact with Megan's vagina. He looked forward to their wedding, to the rubber barrier coming off and to their reunion once husband and wife.
******CHAPTER 7********
Friday arrived. Megan drove her Civic through the open gate with barbed wire on top of it. Demon and Savage, chained to the front of the garage, lay panting next to their water bowl. The dogs growled at Megan a little less viciously as she exited her car and walked inside. Over the past few days they became more familiar with her, although she still couldn't approach them.
Things seemed to be going well for Megan. She kept busy mostly answering the phone and helping Leroy with all his papers that needed filing. Each day she felt a little more comfortable here. The lustful stares she had thought Tyrone and Leroy were giving her when she first met them no longer occurred. She began to wonder if perhaps she had misconstrued their looks because she had been so upset. She strolled over to the waiting area. Someone replaced all the girlie magazines with issues of Time, People, and Better House Keeping.
Tyrone came in from the hot garage to cool off a few minutes and sneak a few peaks at his future girlfriend's tight ass as her back was turned toward him arranging the magazines on the table. He imagined bending her over Leroy's desk and feeding her tight twat the full length of his beefy, Negro sausage. Blood quickly rushed to Tyrone's penis. It had been three days since he last masturbated and his large balls grew heavier by the day producing more sperm. He changed his thoughts to his grandmother to control his urges.
Megan turned around. "Hi Tyrone," she said, her gorgeous, bright smile illuminating the room as she greeted him, her luminous green eyes drawing Tyrone into them like an object falling to earth.
"Hello, Megan. What's up?" The erection in Tyrone's pants began returning and grew more unpleasant as he resisted moving his cock to a more comfortable position while in front of her.
"Hey, Tyrone," Megan asked drawing closer to him, her voice getting lower, "When do we get paid today?"
As she came closer, his erection grew harder, his discomfort approached pain. "We usually get paid when Leroy closes shop." Tyrone answered. At that moment he ached to release his cock and bury it inside Megan, to hold her naked body squirming against his, explore her mouth with his tongue, and fill her with his cum. Instead he gave a boyish smile and went back to the hot garage to cool off.
They closed shop. Megan and Tyrone went into Leroy's office. Reggie had stopped by to visit and was bullshitting with Leroy when they entered. Reggie rose to give Megan his seat. Leroy sat behind his big oak desk, now cleared of the mountain of papers, thanks to Megan, and handed Tyrone an envelope filled with money. But he did not have another envelope for her. "Since you started this week, I'll pay you next week," he explained with his semi-toothless grin. "I usually hold a week's pay in advance."
"Is there any way you could give me an advance?"
Leroy looked over to Reggie standing behind Megan's chair. He gave Leroy a slight nod. "I think we can arrange that. How much do you need?"
Megan looked down and hesitated, building courage to spit out the amount -- "four-hundred dollars."
"Four-hundred dollars? You didn't make that much this week." He pulled his calculator over from the edge of his desk and punched numbers into it. "You worked three days, which only comes to $390."
"I know," Megan whined like a little girl. "But they cancelled my car insurance."
Leroy leaned back in his torn leather chair, his beady eyes darting around the room as he thought. The girl obviously had financial problems that could work to their advantage. If her car insurance was cancelled, she was likely late on other bills as well. Keeping her indebted to them while still in need of money would offer even more leverage with her.
"But you already owe $2,800. I can give you $200 now and $200 next week. Will that help you out?"
It wasn't as much as Megan needed, but she could at least start paying some of her bills. "Thank you, Leroy. I appreciate this."
******CHAPTER 8********
The second week went as smoothly as the first for Megan. Friday afternoon arrived. A white clock with black hands and Roman numerals on its dial hanging on the wall behind the counter read 3:00 on its dusty lens. It was a slow afternoon with not much for her to do. She eagerly waited for 5:30 to arrive so she could go home and be with Larry. They had a lot of bills, but also planned dinner and a romantic evening together with some of her pay.
Tyrone looked at a small, black digital clock sitting on top of his tool cabinet in the garage. It read 3:00 as well, but in bright red numbers. Reggie's truck pulled up the driveway and parked next to Megan's Honda. Tyrone heard the crunch of his steps in the gravel get louder as Reggie approached. Reggie walked over to Demon and Savage first, kneeled down and petted the dogs. "Hello pouches, you're good girls," he cooed.
"Right on time," Tyrone remarked.
Reggie stood and came over to him. "Are you ready?"
"I've been ready, man. My balls hurt they're so full of cum."
"Good boy," Reggie replied with his gold and white grin. He empathized with the kid, but Tyrone's situation was enviable; soon he would experience the most pleasurable relief imaginable, well worth the discomfort and wait. "I know you're pretty experienced with girls, but don't fuck this up. We're playing head games with her also. If it feels good to her physically she will likely feel guilty and confused afterwards. So once you get that thing in her, take it easy and let her body get used to it. I doubt she's ever taken a cock as large as yours before. Start with slow, easy strokes, pay attention to her response, and try to make her cum a few times before shooting your first load."
Tyrone didn't need the advice. He had been fucking girls since he was 13 years old and had developed an art in lovemaking which he refined over the years. He could finesse any girl. His unusually large penis seduced every female he managed to get it into. He only needed to get inside Megan. But after listening to Reggie anyway, he strolled out to the front gate and clanked it closed. The thick steel chain rattled as he wrapped it around the metal poles and snapped its padlock shut. He made his way over to Demon and Savage and released them from their chains. It was time to go inside.
Megan sat in the waiting area reading an article in People magazine about Kanye West and Kim Kardashian. Unlike the couple in the article, she preferred a suitor from her own race, and wasn't into the whole interracial thing or darker complexioned men.
"Have a nice weekend," Tyrone's voice said. She looked up and saw Tyrone with his keys in one hand and a white envelope in the other.
"Hey, what do you mean have a nice weekend? It's only 3:15. We don't close until 5:30."
"Leroy left already and told me to close up early."
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