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A MILLION DOLLARS A FUCK

Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: cyrano, Rating: 57.1, Source: sexstories.com

over and over again. Brendan sighed relief as he passed, and was now just a few steps from the lobby of building he was to have his interview. "Niggers, huh?" Brendan turned to the short guy. Shit!. "Gotcha! You see me. Keep walking and look straight ahead. Wouldn't want that crazy buck following us, now would we?" "Ima fuck her in the ass, missa Charlie!" Brendan heard before they turned the corner of he building. "Nooo!" cried the the readhead. The slap sounded as if Brendan was right next to them. "Shut up, bitch! Who gave you a vote?" "Don't worry, young man. I'll reward you for your troubles. I just need to get home," said the little man. He stuck out his hand. "My name is Kiimpu." Brendan ignored his hand. "Are you going to reward me with a job? Because that's what you just cost me." "You weren't going to get that job, young man. It was filled this morning." "Don't talk to me. I'll take you home and then we're done, okay? Just don't talk to me." Brendan was steaming with anger the entire trip to Korea Town. And every time he looked over at the little man he got angrier. The little man's neighborhood had the looks and the size of a movie lot. Brendan didn't even know this neighbor- hood existed. A couple of blocks of matchbook - sized houses and neatly trimmed lawns stood in open defiance to the high rises and office buildings that had sprung up around them, drawfing them in size. Kiimpu's welcome mat had the remnants of police tape strewn across it. "I have keys in ... the back," Kiimpu said? He led Brendan around back through a wooden gate to a patio surrounded by plants. This guy had one hell of a green thumb.Spare keys were hidden in the soil of one of the potted plants. There was one strip of police tape lying on the patio in front of the back door as well. Brendan opened the door - the beeping of the alarm started his heart racing. "1137. That's the code." Brendan entered the code and the beeping stopped. He let out a sigh of relief. A god awful stench burned a trail into his nostrils with his next breath. The smell of death had settled in on the place like bay area fog. "There's tuna sandwiches and cokes in the fridge," the little man said. Was he kidding? "No, thank you." Breathing was becoming a chore. Brendan just wanted to get out of there. "Come on. Let's get your money." Kiimpu walked right by the white body outline without giving it a glance and led Brendan down the hall to his bedroom. "Looks like you've been picked clean," Brendan said. "What the thieves didn't get, I'm pretty sure the cops have booked into evidence." Brendan was prepared to walk away empty handed. He didn't care. He just wanted fresh air and lots of distance from this house. "One place is always safe from godless bastards." He pointed to a huge bible on his night stand. "John 3:16." Brendan turned to the passage to find five crisp one-hundred dollar bills bookmarking it. "Thank you," Brendan said, turning to see he was alone in the room. He stepped into the ...