Bills entered the coffee shop and strolled over to his target without as much as a look around. She wasn’t hard to miss with her bright red hair and purple plaid shirt. The gentleman sat and stared for a while before her struggling smile allowed words to populate.

“Thank you so much for coming,” she said. “So glad you could on such short notice.”

“You said you’d pay off your debt today.” Bills’ stoic demeanour remained unchanged, leading to the woman swallowing and sitting up straighter.

“Alright, straight to business it is then.” She cleared her throat and continued. “Yes, I can pay it today.”

“Let’s go outside and get this over with.” Bills stood and walked toward the exit. The redhead jumped and scrambled behind him, nearly dropping her bag twice from her shoulder.

“Wait,” she said, catching up to him finally and walking at his side. “Don’t you want to know how I got it?”

“No, Bree, and I don’t care.”

They continued trekking to her car, and he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, waiting for her next move. When she stared at him through her emerald green eyes, he sighed and said, “Money’s not here, is it?”

“Look, I swear I’m not wasting your time. Okay-okay, the money isn’t here. I have to get it from someone.”

Bills rocked his head back and exhaled slowly, then levelled a glare at Bree. “These ain’t the games to be playin’ after not paying down your balance in over a month.”

“I told you,” Bree started a bit too loudly, but resumed at a lower tone. “I told you that I lost my job and that’s why I fell behind. I’m sorry; I know your boss is really mad.”

“Really mad, she says.” Bills scoffed, advanced slowly, and then stopped directly in front of her. “My client instructed me to give you some intense encouragement if you failed to make your past-due payments by tomorrow. So for your sake, what you’re saying about paying it all off today better be true.”

“It is, I swear.” Bree’s face blanched.

“So where’re we going?” Bree lit up and skipped to the driver’s side.

“Get in. We’ll meet him at his residence and collect it from there.”

Bills frowned and stared at her. “I’ll follow you in my car.

As they left their primary location and traversed the streets, Bree called Bills and rattled off who the gentleman was, how she met him and how he’d been helping her for the past month plus.

”You’re very lucky to have met this guy,” Bills said, his response running through his vehicle’s Bluetooth microphone. “I actually like you, so I would’ve hated for things to become… unpleasant.”

“Really?” Bree’s voice echoed a ray of sunshine. “Christ, I’d hate to meet people you don’t like.”

“I’m serious. You got a bad hand with your husband skipping out on you and leaving you with all of that debt. You were sincere.”

“Yet, you were going to intensely encourage me if I didn’t pay up.”

“You still haven’t yet, but this is the first time you really had issues repaying us.”

They arrived at a large, black wrought iron gate with a drive-up to follow it and two beige-toned structures to end the path: one being single-storey and the other, multiple. Bree spoke through the intercom, and a voice told them to park and walk into the guest house.

They parked their vehicles at the end of the entryway, got out and strolled toward the one storey building, which was bigger than most people’s houses. Bills scanned the area, whether he liked it or not. It was just as natural as breathing or blinking. The action lacked necessity as danger probably wasn’t a factor, but he’d rather be cautious and not need it than vice versa. In any event, no individual on the planet could tell him how to move, think, or about the nine millimetre holstered under his jacket. Bree knocked, and a male voice invited her in, so she turned the knob and stepped inside.

“There you are,” said a middle-aged man, whose hair mixed blonde and silver. He held a glass of brown spirits while clad in a long-sleeve dress shirt and grey dress pants “Come. Sit.”

The guests filed in, and Bree sat, but Bills remained standing with his arms crossed. Their host scoffed and took a swig.

“Bree says you can pay off her remaining debt with us,” Bills said.

“Yes, I can,” the man said, taking another sip. “Rum and Coke?”

“No thank you. The dough?”

Bree flitted looks between them, swallowed and said, “Am, Sadler, maybe you should just go ahead and give it to him, now.”

“Yes.” Sadler put his glass down on a centre table, nodded and turned. “Of course, I’ll bring it for ya.”

“Thank you, baby.” Bree smiled and bounced in her seat, then glanced at Bills, whose expression didn’t change, so she calmed herself and straightened up.

As Sadler walked away, he paused and raised a finger. “Well, there is one condition though.” He spun, his finger still pointed skyward, and stretched a corner of his mouth upward.

“What? What condition?” Bree leaned forward, and a top button on her shirt loosened, exposing more cleavage. Bills’ eyes shifted to Bree, and her breasts drew his attention briefly, but he then repivoted to Sadler, remaining quiet.

“Not much of a charismatic talker, this guy.” Sadler pointed at his male guest and focused on Bree. He stepped to her, bent forward so that their foreheads touched, then held the sides of her face and said lowly, “I want a little entertainment, that’s all.”

“What type of entertainment?” Bree’s countenance remained indecisive on whether it sought neutrality, sadness or joy. Sadler kissed her forehead, straightened, then approached Bills and stopped a few feet in front of him. In the background, Bree kept mouthing to Bills, “I don’t know.”

“You find Bree attractive?” Sadler asked.

“She’s a pretty woman,” Bills replied.

“Great knockers, eh?” Sadler leaned back to cup phantom breasts on his torso and hefted them with glee.

“Get to the point, please.”

Sadler cackled, turned to pick up his glass, then shook it and resumed drinking. “Man, you are not one for horsing around at all.” He focused on Bree. “I like this guy. Think I should hire him?” Bree shrugged and squirmed in her seat. “Ah, you’re right. My guys are more than capable already.”

“Baby, what’s happening?” Bree asked.

“You remember when we first met?”

Bree smiled. “Yes. You flirted with me in the clothing store and gave me your number after.”

“How long did it take you to call?”

The room stayed silent for a bit, then Bree locked eyes with Bills. “Um, about two months.”

“Two months. Hear that, Mister? Could you imagine, a handsome man such as yourself, giving a woman your number and she only remembers you sixty-odd days later?”

No response from Bills.

“Ah, I doubt you can even imagine it.” Sadler waved it off. “Sweetie, how long after we first met did you lose your job?”

More silence stretched between the trio before Bree muttered, “Two months…”

“There it is again.” Sadler emptied the glass. He shuffled toward the mini-bar, reached for an already opened bottle of rum, and mixed a fresh portion with a smaller share of Coke. “Tell me, Mister, doesn’t the timing of that sound interesting?”

“The name’s Bills,” Bills said. “As for this story and all of this meaningless banter, ya trying my patience. So either pay me, or Bree and I are gonna have some quality time tomorrow.”

“Why wait? How about today?”

“I’d rather the cash.”

“You can have both. I’m talking a different kinda quality time, though.”

Bills uncrossed his arms and slowly blinked. “Spill it.”

A toothy grin widened Sadler’s expression. “I wanna watch you fuck her.”

A hair follicle hitting the ground would’ve been an audible crash in that very moment.  Bree’s green eyes were washed of colour, but her skin flushed red. Sadler continued smirking, but Bills remained unmoved.

“A cuck,” Bills said, pocketing his hands. “Haven’t met one of you muthafuckas in a minute.”

“Cuck,” Sadler said through a wince. “Always hated that word. Everything’s getting cancelled nowadays, so why can’t these youngsters cancel that and replace it, eh?” He then looked over to Bree. “Am I right?”

“You,” Bree started. “I’m sorry, you want me to do… what?”

“Have sex with Bills over here. Always wanted to watch someone get fucked by someone they owe money to. Hell, I’ve fucked women who owed me in the past, but being on the outside looking in sounds interesting.”

“And you’ll… pay my debt off afterward?” Bree’s expression was sulky, and her posture slouched.

“Mmhmm.” Sadler folded in his lips, and chuckled close-mouthed. “Going for more alcohol. Anyone care for some?” No responses, so he ventured to the bar, mixed another concoction of rum and Coke and returned to the main room.

“Because I’m in a good mood today,” Bills said, “I will respectfully decline your offer. There’s nothing in this for me.”

“Ah.” Sadler raised his hand. “I’ll be right back.” He disappeared from the room, and Bills looked at Bree, shaking his head.

“This was supposed to be your savior?” he asked.

Bree stared at Bills like a lost lamb for a moment, then shrugged and slouched again, looking down at the floor. Sadler returned with two briefcases, set them on the table and opened them.

“Alright, so here on the left is the amount Bree owes your boss. The right is what I’m willing to pay to have you and her go at it.” Sadler’s toothy grin festered annoyance in Bills. Unless a well-paying client spoke, he didn’t fancy anyone else telling him what to do. His own parents weren’t able to lives ago, but that’s probably what led to an early separation from them, anyway.

“Why should I have sex with a debtor – your girlfriend – as a favour to you?” Bills asked.

“Because it isn’t a favour.” Sadler’s expression became disturbingly serious. “I’m paying you for a service, plus clearing her debt. And before you think of saying no, how do you think your boss would react, knowing he could’ve been paid off, but wasn’t because you didn’t want to take one for the team?”

Bills doubted the man before him knew his transient employer, but he learned in his line of work to never say never. Even if they weren’t familiar, he probably had the resources to make contact with him and insert a seed of doubt.  Arousing doubt in your client is never worth it.

“I appreciate you trying to sweeten the deal for me as a collector, but the person you should be asking is the woman you’ve been seeing. Fucking someone who doesn’t wish to be fucked isn’t the best course of action.”

“I won’t.” Bree rose up, and life poured into her expression and movements once more. She stomped toward Sadler and slapped him hard, which left him stuck, facing another direction. “How fucking dare you. I’m not a whore for your damn amusement. This is some sort of petty revenge because what? I messaged you after losing my job instead of right away? Okay, yes, I thought of seeing you as a solution. It was about the money initially, but I started to actually care for you. I…” Bree shook her head, picked up her bag and straightened her shirt before marching to the door.

“Come on,” Sadler said, “get back here. Where’re you going?”

“As far as I can, away from you.”

“Wait, Bree,” Bills said.

“What?” she exclaimed in frustration, but after peering into Bills’ cold eyes, she repeated in a softer tone, “Um, what?”

“What this man presents opposes basic tact and does indeed make him scum, but if this debt isn’t paid, I do have instructions to extend a visit to you tomorrow. That is a visit I’d much rather cancel. We’re both adults; we know what sex is about. Let’s get it done, over with and move on.”

“So you’re actually agreeing with this offer?” Bree’s voice was encased in ice.

“I’m agreeing with you getting from under my client’s thumb and out of his sight.

“Guess I’m lucky I always found you kinda sexy then…”

Bree chewed up her lip, slipped her bag off her shoulder and threw it at Sadler, who ducked out of the way. She marched in Bills’ direction and looked at him with nonchalance, then unbuttoned her shirt and threw it at Sadler, who caught it. As she stood akimbo, huffing and puffing, her sizeable breasts heaved within her black, lacy bra.

“Wait, before you go any further,” Sadler said, “or throw anything else at me, another condition is that you have to follow what I say.”

Bills removed his suit jacket, holster and dress shirt, then said, “You’re pushing it, friend, but I’ll allow it.”

“Remove her bra and suck her tits, please.” Sadler dropped into an armchair and continued sipping his beverage. Bills reached around Bree to undo her bra and let her milky mounds fall. He cupped them, bent forward and took turns licking each nipple and then sucking them. When a nipple entered his mouth, he tweaked and rubbed the other between his index finger and thumb.

“Dammit, that feels good,” Bree whispered. She glared at Sadler and said, “I fucking hate you.”

“That’s fine.” Sadler unzipped his pants, fished out his penis and began masturbating. “Take off your pants and sit back on the couch with your legs spread for him to eat you out.”

Bree removed her pants and panties, then padded toward the couch, where she sat and spread her legs. Despite her initial resistance, surrounding the situation, her bald cunt glistened, and her nipples hardened enough to cut diamond.

Bills followed her, lowered to his knees and kissed her inner thighs. He made circles with his tongue and blew on them before pecking her mound and then clit. His subject cooed and writhed as he proceeded to slurp her clitoris before deeply embedding his features between her pale legs.

“Oh shit,” Bree uttered softly, then folded her lower lip under her teeth as her body arched and coiled akin to a snake.

“This is good shit,” Sadler said, while slowly stroking his cock.

***

Bills cunnilingual presentation became sloppier, and saliva dribbled from her vulva, down her ass crack and into her asshole. Bree flinched, then released and slipped deeper into the moment. Barely anything else existed but the pleasure that built from Bills’ workings. Although she always felt intimidated by his presence, a portion of it was attributed to pure appeal. She owed an outstanding debt to his employer, yet she felt a level of safety with him under the clouds of danger he cast. Fancying him for so long fed into the road to her orgasm, which came closer and closer to its stop sign.

“I’m gonna cum,” she squeaked, pinching her features.

“What was that?” Sadler asked.

“I said I’m fucking cumming, you fucker!” Bree’s face flashed red with a network of veins and arteries framing it. Her gawp left saliva tethering her top and bottom teeth. She screamed and growled in a stiffened state while violently jabbing her pelvis into Bills. “Fuck!”

***

Bills eased away from the spasming redhead, then turned to Sadler, who ceased his stroking and stared at Bills.

“You’re kinda messing with my concentration here, buddy,” Sadler said.

“And you’re wasting my time,” Bills said. “You said you’re running the show. So, run it.”

“Alright, alright. Stand up and take off your pants. Bree, suck him off.”

Bills, unimpressed that he had to lead the director into directing, stood and removed his bottoms. Bree, still recovering from an orgasm, sat forward and hefted her collector’s big balls and semi-erect cock.

“I’m so sorry about this,” Bree said, looking up.

“It’s fine. The sooner we get through this, the sooner our business can be done.”

The beginnings of her smile threatened to appear, and she rolled his balls in one hand. With the other hand, she stroked his cock and its proportions increased to the point her ball-rolling hand chipped in to assist.

“Christ, your pecker’s bigger than her face,” Sadler said, stroking himself again. “Fuck yeah, slap her pretty mug with it a bit.”

“Go ahead,” Bree said. “I can take it.” She palmed her knees, arched her back and tilted her gaze up as the perfect target. When his thick phallus thudded against her cheek and forehead, Bree pouted, and he bounced off a pair of luscious lips too.

“Now suck it – no hands.”

Bree and Bills met in the middle as his dick passed through her gaping maw, then she sealed her lips around it like a vacuum, bobbing up and down while moaning. The warmth of her mouth pleaded its case to be the final resting place of Bills’ backed-up ejaculate. Focusing on work and hardly play left him without a significant other or even a fling. Masturbation hardly interested him, thus leading to an overladen pair of balls swinging with every bob of hers and thrust of his.

“Dammit,” Bills said softly and sucked in air.

“He is human. Look at that.” Sadler said. “Now all of that beautiful red hair: Grab handfuls of it and fuck her gorgeous face.” Sadler’s erection seemed to be at its maximum with the veins printing prominently and the glans being redder than initially. Bills guessed it wouldn’t take much more for him to blow.

“You cool with what he just said?” Bills asked Bree, who only then stopped sucking and backed off, keeping a thin, non-beaded string of saliva between them.

“Yes. Please, this is all so dirty.” Bree rubbed his thighs and hissed. “I don’t know why I’m getting hornier and hornier. Please fuck my face.”

Bills grabbed thick handfuls of red hair and guided his thick, black cock into her mouth and throat until it bottomed out. She gagged, and her spine humped before he reared back his hips and thrust rhythmically. The sloshy audio accompanied Bills’ hums and groans at the warm, soggy embrace his meat received on each downstroke. The disappointment of coolness welcoming his shaft on every retraction, but then the joy of endless heat her oral cavity gave made the actions all more worth the while.

“Make those vowel sounds I love,” Sadler said, slowing down his masturbation.

Bree tapped Bills’ quads, so he pulled her off, and she said, with saliva drooping from her chin onto her thighs, “I’m not doing that…”

“Excuse me, I’m running the shot here, forget?”

“… for you.”

“Oh.”

“Bills deserves a proper treat.” She beamed at him, then nodded, and he thrust into her as her throat croaked in glack, gleck, glick fashion.

Her sloppy orifice was sending Bills into a different plane of existence. He never recalled being so sensitive before, so again he pulled her off, and in Sadler’s direction said, “If this keeps up, I’m gonna nut.”

“Put her in doggy, facing me, then pull out and cum on her face.”

Bills nodded and released her tresses when Bree said, “No, keep a hold of my hair when I go into position. That feels good.”

He gripped a handful, and Bree released a wicked laugh. Bills’ cock flexed as they faced Sadler and she bent over, palming her knees and jutting her round rump into Bills’ crotch. The collector slapped her colour-deficient buns before slipping inside and grounding against her.

“Look at me while he fucks you,” Sadler said.

Bills held her hips and built up some pace before ramming into her, causing her bottom to ripple and applaud his performance. She grunted and cussed as a minute barely passed before she bucked almost out of his grip in orgasm. After recovering, she demanded Bills continue to drill her, and the many facial reactions she went through made him swear her features were made of putty. At times she seemed anguished, then elated, or even angry.

“Keep pounding my pussyyy,” Bree drawled as she stared into nothingness and became slack-jawed. “Cumming again.” She gritted her teeth, pinched her eyes shut, then released an inhuman growl as she thrashed about and then loosened her body completely.

Bills pulled out, still holding Bree’s locks, and she lowered into a squat and adjusted so that her side profile was to Sadler. She glowered at him as Bills stroked his cock at her, but then smirked at Bills and tilted her face up.

“Open your mouth wide while you wait,” Sadler said, beating his meat with conviction.

Bree gaped open her top orifice, then took over the stroking, using both hands. She jacked him off aggressively until he panted and streamed several ropes of thick semen across her face and red mane in vertical and diagonal squiggly lines. Her piehole caught the remnants, and Bills groaned as she completed his drainage.

“Fuck yeah!” Sadler’s pace had picked up significantly, but then he slowed. “I’d add my load to it, but I’ll leave that out for now.”

Bree stood, giggled at Bills, then sashayed over to a smugly seated Sadler. The satisfied grin Sadler formed disappeared after Bree bent over, facing him, planted her hands on his thighs, and then spat in his face.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Sadler scrambled, trying to wipe away the goo with his sleeve while simultaneously spitting and writhing. Bree retreated and chuckled deeply, which transformed into a cackle.

“Serves you right, you bastard,” Bree said, backing all the way up to the briefcases on the table. “Jerk off and cum on your own time, but not on me. Not anymore.”

“The fuck are you talking about, bitch?” A now-standing Sadler wiped most of the semen-based slime off, but he still spat randomly.

“So, I’m a bitch now? Good. This bitch is done with you.” She slowly put her clothes on, and Bills did the same in the background. “We’re through, buddy.”

“Fine.” Sadler put away his genitals.  “There’re a thousand more of you strutting around these parts anyway.  Big deal. Clean up before you leave and lock up when you do.” He picked up his rum and Coke and vanished from the room.

“Isn’t he going to clean up as well?” Bills asked.

“Yup. That’s the other bathroom he’s headed to.”

“His guest house has two bathrooms?” Bills’ left brow rose. “You sure ending things with this guy is wise?”

“If I knew repaying you would turn you into a comedian, I would’ve done it sooner.”

They took turns freshening up, and all outward traces of sexual activity were removed from the public’s eye. After the afternoon they had, parting ways with a handshake and head nod seemed quite underwhelming, but at the end of the day, it was mainly business between them. Bills’ parting words, though, were words Bree ensured to never forget:

“Don’t ever borrow money from anywhere but a bank. Hear me?”

“I’ll add another piece of advice for myself,” Bree said.

“What’s that?”

“Don’t date any more rich guys, even if they’re the last on planet Earth.”