Dirty Business (8 page)

“Swallow it,” Joe whispered. “Swallow it down.”

Veronica closed her eyes—and swallowed. You could see the muscles in her throat work as she received his salty gift into her body.

She opened her eyes and blinked. Looked up to Joe. Winced from the taste. Grinned. Swallowed again. Smiled.

The room erupted with laughter and satisfied groans. Joe was already reassembling his clothes. Veronica wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked around the room. Couldn’t help but grin.

Carnal looked oddly beautiful in the early dawn light.

Veronica sat in the passenger seat of Joe’s Volvo watching the glow of the sun lighting up the sky behind the dark stacks of the mill. Joe raced the car through no man’s land, a deserted stretch of road that ran alongside the mill. He felt a dull ache in his balls from draining them so completely. Looking over to Veronica, he watched her in the morning light. Noticing his eyes on her, she turned her head.

“You okay?” Joe asked.

Veronica smiled. Taking her small purse in hand, she rummaged through it. She held up the glassine bag that Donnell had given her. “Do you want this?” she asked.

Joe glanced at her, what she held in her hand.

“You don’t?” he asked.

“Not really. I like how dangerous it feels to party with the dealers,” she said. “But drugs aren’t really my thing.”

Joe held his hand out for the bag. Flexed his fingers. When she placed it in his palm, he flipped it out his open window, then grinned at her.

Veronica laughed.

“Be careful hanging out with those dealers,” Joe said. “Especially that kid with the hat.”

Veronica let the warning hang in the air, her unenthusiastic response more the knee-jerk reaction of a teenager than anything else.

The car remained silent as Joe pulled to the curb in front of her father’s house. Birds sang. Maynor’s car was parked in the drive. Joe knew her father would soon be rising, looking onto the porch for the morning paper.

“You be careful around Donnell,” Veronica said.

Joe smiled at her.

“
And Gloria
,” Veronica added. She watched his face to gauge his reaction. He set his jaw, then turned his head.

“Cute kid,” Joe said. After a beat, he looked back. Grinned. He felt a little ashamed. “She tell you about that night?”

Veronica looked toward her house. “She didn’t seem too unhappy about it herself.”

Joe smiled and lowered his gaze. “That was just an accident,” he said.

“Hundred dollars’ worth of accident,” Veronica smiled mischievously.

Joe laughed. This kid was a riot.

“Hold on,” he said.

He reached into the backseat for his bag. He thought he could smell leaves burning somewhere, but it seemed a little early in the day for anyone to be burning trash.

Grabbing the envelope Donnell had given him, Joe opened the flap and counted out three hundred dollars with his thumb. He considered this amount for a moment. The rule of thumb with good restaurants was that if you found one you liked, and you knew you’d want to return, then you should leave a generous tip. The burning smell grew stronger. He used his thumb to almost double the size of the stack of bills he’d just counted. Without bothering to recount, he folded the cash in half and handed it to Veronica.

When she saw the money, her eyes bulged a bit. She gasped. Taking the cash, Veronica didn’t so much count it, as just fan it out to get a sense for how much he had given her.

She squealed and threw her arms around his neck, putting her cheek against his. Joe felt her soft skin on his rough beard stubble. Her breast on his arm. With her arms around him, she clambered up on her knees in the passenger seat. She squealed again and kissed his neck. Joe hoped she might reach between his legs and grab for his cock. He thought about driving her somewhere, ripping off her clothes, and mounting her. Fucking her hard. Or at least just slipping his fat cock back into her mouth for a few more minutes of pleasure.

She sat back on her heels, her face aglow.

She looked at her home. Her exuberance wore off almost as quickly as it had arrived. She laughed at herself and allowed better judgment to take over. Folding the money in half, she put it into her purse. Closed it with a snap.

“Thank you, Joe,” she said.

She reached out and touched his leg. Giving him a quick squeeze on his thigh, she yanked open the door and got out.

Turning back, she squatted down.

Looking into Joe’s eyes, she clutched her purse to her chest. “Don’t tell Maynor,” she said.

Joe snorted. He tossed his bag into the passenger seat. “What am I going to say?”

Her eyes looked terrified. She bit her lower lip.

Joe raised his hand, palm out. “Nothing from me,” he whispered.

“Thank you, Joe,” Veronica said. She smiled and softly closed the door.

In real estate, sooner or later every agent has to contend with Buyer’s Remorse. Throughout negotiations, a customer might feel thrilled with an expensive house, but once he finally owned it, he might suddenly notice the shabby state of the back porch roof, or the lackluster shine on the bathroom tile. Joe looked at his friend’s fine house, his car parked in the drive. Joe knew that the best way to deal with a customer experiencing regret was to get the customer to focus on the reasons why he made the purchase in the first place. Protect the sale.

He watched Veronica stroll up the drive. Stoop to get the paper. She was a great looking teenager. Smart and brave and wild all at the same time. One of the finest girls this little town had to offer. Joe put the car in gear. He watched her for a bit more and then made a U-turn in the middle of the quiet street. He gunned the motor. His tires squealed. Some deals couldn’t be undone. He needed to be long gone before Maynor got up.

And Molly? Jesus. Molly would be pissed.

More from Pilgrim Press

Watch for more Summer Shorts volumes and Carnal singles in 2013. If you like the work, let us know with a rating, a review, or a visit to the Pilgrim Press blog:
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FIVE FINGER DISCOUNT
by Huck Pilgrim

A teenage straight boy gets blackmailed into gay sex with the security personnel at a local mall. An adult work, Five Finger Discount is a single story from the Carnal Series.

In “Five Finger Discount,” Jimmy Manley is caught shoplifting by Emil Bogdon, an immigrant security guard who doesn’t speak English terribly well. Jimmy has enjoyed hustling gay men in the past but is quite concerned with maintaining the appearance of an heterosexual all American boy. He
thinks
he has agreed to let Bogdon take him on a “little trip to heaven” in exchange for his freedom, but Bogdon is not as concerned as Jimmy with the appearance of heterosexuality in American boys. Bogdon cares about only one thing, which thing he makes abundantly clear to Jimmy when he unbuckles his belt, opens his pants, and lowers his fly. Before the afternoon is over, Jimmy will have to make a tough choice: Will he choose to earn his freedom with Bogdon the only way he can (the “
hard
” way, of course!), or will he continue on as he has in the past, a slave to appearances?

No matter the length, Carnal stories are always dark and dirty. Each story takes place in the small town of Carnal, where it’s always burning, no matter what the season.

AMERICAN GIRL
by Huck Pilgrim

A teenage girl is lured to a house party where she is gang banged by a few of the boys from her senior class. An adult work, American Girl is a single story from the Summer Shorts series.

In “American Girl,” Rafia Saad longs to be part of the in-crowd at her new high school. She meets Veronica Smith, one of Carnal High’s most popular seniors, who is only too eager to help shy Rafia find an appropriate place in the school’s social hierarchy. Veronica invites Rafia to a summer house party. But the position Veronica has in mind for Rafia involves one of the upstairs guest rooms and most of the boys in the senior class. Like a merry-go-round in a naughty amusement park, Rafia may end up giving each of her classmates a little spin.

Summer Shorts are brief, erotic stories, just long enough to get you sizzling. Each story takes place in the small town of Carnal, where it’s always burning, no matter what the season.

Summer Shorts
are brief, erotic stories, just long enough to get you sizzling. Each story takes place in the small town of Carnal, where it’s always burning, no matter what the season.

Carnal is a small town where you learn early on to always “accommodate your neighbor’s needs,” as Joe Murphy mentions in the first story, “The Sitter Needs a Ride.” Joe should know: he has offered a teenage girl from the local church an opportunity to earn the esteem of her aunt by babysitting his children. Imagine Joe’s surprise, then, when he discovers that young Gloria Dean is blowing some boy when she is supposed to be watching his kids. After getting rid of the boy, Joe will have to take Gloria home in his car. But before the night is through, Joe’s Volvo may not be the only thing sweet Gloria will get to ride.

All the girls in these stories are strong and independent. They’re smart. The girls from Summer Shorts have hidden reserves they may not even fully understand themselves. In “Sex Anonymous,” Don Manley finds a lonely transient girl who calls herself Natasha at one of Carnal’s local Alcoholics Anonymous meetings and offers her a lift home. Natasha wants something from Don. He will yield to his own needs time and again, eventually deciding to give this young girl a little surprise, but he may be in for a small, pleasant surprise of his own.

Whatever awaits Don, it will not be the kind of surprise that young Roger Bones receives from Joanie Salinger, the blue-haired girl wearing a Carnal High T-shirt in the story, “Goodbye Roger.” This sexy little tart leaves us with found footage that documents her shameless cuckolding of her former boyfriend, who presumably cheated on her, and probably deserves everything he gets. Especially if what he got was a copy of this sweltering video produced just for him by this little hottie.

Summer Shorts
is an adult work that features three short stories totaling about 5000 words or twenty printed pages.
Find it wherever erotic e-books are sold.

Summer Shorts 2
features three erotic stories from the small town of Carnal, where it’s always burning, no matter what the season. You’ll find some of the same characters from the original
Summer Shorts
, as well as a few new ones.

In “Bench Warrant,” Gloria Dean is back. This time the police find Gloria in a compromising position in a public park. When the Canal police play “good cop, bad cop,” you better believe they aren’t looking for a confession. But sweet Gloria doesn’t know this. After she finishes satisfying the kind young officer, she realizes—much to her chagrin—that she may have to ride the nightstick of the surly older cop, too.

In “Tricked,” Jimmy Manley learns something he didn’t know about hustling gay men from Roger Bones, a high school dropout and ne’er do well. For a small fee—and unbeknownst to poor Jimmy—Roger has offered some gay men from the local mall a taste of young Jimmy’s c—k. If Jimmy can hold it together, he will learn some surprising things about hustling gay men, Roger, and maybe even earn a few dollars for himself.

In “MEN,” Joanie Salinger returns, still angry with Roger Bones, her previous boyfriend, whose infidelity earlier this summer has essentially made her lose her mind. An eighteen year old senior from the local Catholic high school, Joanie’s fury knows no bounds. One of the nuns has suggested that Joanie find a creative outlet to take her mind off her pain. Joanie has decided to use her own body as a canvas, to create a masterpiece of sexual abandon. Hiding out in the Men’s room at a local high school basketball game, Joanie intends to give herself to the first boy through the door. Don Manley—Mr. Manley to Joanie—walks in and stands at the urinal.