The Boys at John's House
Copyright© 2012 by DaddysSickSecret
Chapter 105
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 105 - John is a middle-age Black man with a large appetite for pretty boy fuck toys. To satisfy his craving, John opens his home to any john he can find. (I'm thinking seriously about making this a shared universe, so if anyone would like to join the group fuck, let me know. For anyone who cares, chapter 128 is where the 'shared universe' idea starts. DSS)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Gay CrossDressing MaleDom Humiliation Interracial Black Male White Male Oriental Male Hispanic Male
"Look, again. I'm only here because it's the fastest way to make you go away. I am not unemployed; you have to be looking for a job to be unemployed. I am retired."
It was the third time I'd said it, but it didn't seem to have any more affect than the first two.
"You earned two hundred thousand in commissions last year alone." Richard Lathe pointed out. The bastard. "How is that retired?"
"I did a couple friends a few favors." I countered. "In my spare time."
"Quite a bit of spare time." I rolled my eyes. "You also renewed you license."
"So?"
"So, John, it's hard to argue that the sole reason you won't consider the position is because you're retired when you have just re-activated your credentials." Evans Agnew was the acting commissioner - since Bennett Proxmeyer died a few months ago - and had been angling to get out of the job ever since he got in it.
"It's not the sole reason." I pointed out. "It's just the only one I'm giving you people. I don't want it. Isn't that enough?"
"Ordinarily, I'd say yes." Phyllis Tulane was on the state board of who gives a fuck. "But, frankly, you're the best qualified candidate we have."
"Frankly, Scarlett..." I started and let them finish the famous quote. "Are we done here?"
"Ok." Richard turned off the video recorder in front of him. "What do you want, John?"
It was impossible to keep the smirk off my face. "You should turn that back on. These are supposed to be public proceedings."
"Yeah." Richard rolled his eyes. "What do you want?"
"Nothing." Honestly, I realized. Ten years ago, they probably could have bought me for a high enough paycheck. Now, all I wanted was to go home, have a beer, and watch the boys fuck each other - just for the change of pace. "I'm not haggling here. I'm really not interested."
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