Best Job Ever
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete - by Limnophile
Chapter 1
I wondered what the fuck the absurdly hot thirty-something blonde was doing, parking a brand-new gold Lamborghini under an overpass in the worst part of town, in one of the worst cities in the country. She was obviously a rich bitch trophy wife, with thumb-sized jeweled earrings dangling from beneath her long and curly fake honey-colored hair. A gold necklace with a ruby as big as a grape dangled down between the fake melon tits in her lowcut black and white mini-dress. Gold rings with large gems adorned half her fingers. Her smooth skin was creamy white, but a small black and white Gucci purse bounced against her fake ‘black girl sized’ ass. With bright red soles, her black and white four-inch pumps were obviously from Louis Vuitton. I wondered how she could eat or even breathe, with her impossibly narrow waist. I felt my dick swell and wondered if I was in the middle of a wet dream. If I was, I didn’t want to wake up!
The sleazy beauty walking beneath the graffiti covered overpass, strutting between a stack of wooden pallets and a dumpster, toward a group of homeless Black men, seemed as unlikely as what happened next. She looked at me and the big cardboard box I’d slept in, then the three other bums. Our eyes were glued to the cash she took from her purse, a stack of hundred-dollar bills! The bombshell fanned the bills in her hand and waved them around. I was shocked beyond words when she loudly called out, “Want some money? Show me your penises, and I’ll give each of you a hundred dollars.”
She was either the most badass bimbo around, or stupid and about to be in deep shit. Either way, I prepared to get up and run. The other guys stood and the tallest boasted, “Come here and see the biggest cock around.” He undid his belt.
From eight paces away, she smiled and replied, “If it’s that big, I can see it from here. Whip it out.”
Another commanded, “Come here, hot Mamma! I’m gonna pound your pretty white poon ‘til ya beg me ‘ta stop! I’ll fuck ‘ya bloody and keep goin’!”
The third slowly walked toward her. He chuckled, “Hahaha! Sex can wait. Gimme all your money, bitch!” He took an old steak knife from his jacket pocket.
I tried to de-escalate the situation. “Hold on, bro. She’ll give us money, right?”
The hot slut nodded, “Sure! A hundred dollars if you take off your pants and underwear.”
“I want it all, bitch!” He waved the knife around and walked toward her.
I ran to him and punched the back of his wrist, knocking the knife away. He tried to backhand me in the face, but I ducked and darted around behind him. By the time the bleach blonde gasped, I planted the heel of my left boot squarely in the seat of his torn and dirty jeans, sending him sprawling to the dirt. The other two warily approached as I shifted to a guard stance. I warned them, “It ‘aint worth it. I’m a Marine. Think about it.” At least I was a Marine, five years before.