A Familiar Name

Antoine. Fuckin' Antoine, Elizabeth thought. It shouldn't surprise her too much he was in hock with Broadus. As big as his cock was, he never seemed like the responsible type. Even having Faith, her former babysitter, as his fucktoy ... he wasn't responsible enough to keep away from the loan sharks. And it was keeping her away from a responsible ... comfortable future.

Elizabeth had tried to handle it meekly, to handle it responsibly. But sitting there in the back office, it was hard to find a solution. Yes, the cost of goods was rising. No, salaries weren't rising enough to keep pace. No, bankruptcy wouldn't get Broadus enough money to get Elizabeth onto her proper path.

She rubbed the back of her neck, her ample breasts rubbing the desk. She hated this, she really did. She pulled out her phone.

"Broadus here," the big dark Black man barked into her ear.

"Ummm, sir ..." Elizabeth fumbled with her words.

"Daddy," he snorted. She gritted her teeth.

"Daddy ... I need a good numbers guy. Can you come down and help me figure this out?"

"Bitch, I don't have the time for that shit," he said dismissively. "You'll get my nephew." He hung up the phone. Fucking great, Elizabeth groused.