Pay Up Or Get On Your Knees

I opened my mouth like a bitch and got a taste of cock for the first time in my life. It really wasn’t as horrible as I thought it would be. Humiliating and degrading, and disgusting on a moral level, but taste wise is was bearable.
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I don’t know what on earth possessed me to think that going into business with Bryan Snyder was a good idea. He was the kind of guy that figured out early on that he wasn’t cut out for a legitimate job, and so by the end of freshman year he dropped out and started selling weed. Three years later, he’d moved on up from dealer to supplier, selling large amounts of everything from perks to acid. This meant more money for him but also opened up a spot for a new dealer around the neighborhood, and I’d jumped on the opportunity. Oh, stupid, stupid Nate.
I went to him and asked him to front me a zip, nothing too major I thought, I’d sell to all of his old clientele and have the cash back by the end of the week. That was the deal. Until those fuck heads robbed me. And now, here I was standing in my bathroom examining the black eye and split lip in the medicine cabinet mirror.
I wasn’t a big guy, I had a wiry build that made me appear far weaker than I was. I had a shock of jet black hair, and my skin was just a few shades above sickly pale. My eyes were my best feature, that’s what I’d been told my whole life, a bright blue that had charmed plenty of women into my bed. Not that they would do me any good now.
My phone rang again, I’d come to dread that...