An Accident and further payment

"That," he said when he got over the surprise orgasm, "was adequate."

Bria sat back on her haunches, red with humiliation and uncertain what she should do as he turned to the desk.

As if nothing had happened he reached to the money and began counting. Bria watched, uncertain what to do with herself or what to do about the cum on her face. With a soft sigh she began wiping at it with her fingers and licking them clean.

When he was done, in a depressingly short amount of time, he pushed the money to the side of the desk, 'accidentally' nudging her clothes off the edge.

Lionel's shredder was by no means an industrial one. He'd picked it up for twenty dollars at a garage sale and it had spent years wheezing along, **** down a single page at a time. If he hadn't been contemplating retirement it would have been yet one more thing in need of imminent replacing. Chewing a pair of panties and a minidress, thin and skimpy as they both were, was far beyond it's capabilites, but the old and ornery thing could, and did, latch on to them with a deathgrip worthy of a bulldog. Neither would be coming out ever again.

After her initial shock Bria crawled quickly to the garbage can, tugging futilely on her clothes. "They're stuck!"

"Well obviously," he retorted. "You've completely ruined my shredder."

"Your shredder! My clothes are trapped, ruined! I don't have anything to wear!"

"Calm down, calm down. Let's assess the financial situation. How much were they worth? Ten? Fifteen? They didn't look very high quality to me."

"Of course not! They were...." she faltered, trying to remember. What with the expenditures of a beauty contestant taking up most of their money her parents didn't give her much of an allowance and didn't have much cash left for regular clothes. As a result they did a lot of shopping at sales, especially in one of the bargain stores. She had a thing for cheap deals on good-looking merchandise. "Oh."

"Oh? So they were cheap. I could tell just by looking at you. Well," he ignored her look of outrage and humiliation. "My shredder was, we'll round down, worth two hundred. So taking out the the cost of your clothes you have almost enough to pay me back for it."

Bria stared at the handful of cash he held up, watching with a gaping mouth as he unlocked a drawer before slipping it in. She opened her mouth to protest, but only sputters came out.

"On the bright side, I can knock off five dollars for the blowjob, maybe even consider it part of the audition. Of course, audition tapes are normally a hundred dollars, but I guess with you already owing me three hundred for the sign-up fee it's just another drop in the bucket."

"Three? you said two!"

"Two? Good God Bria, I need to make money too. I'm really sorry you misheard and that your landlord needs his rent right away, but I have a rent of my own that's coming due. Oh..." he paused, as if a thought were striking him.

Bria looked suspiciously at him as he paused, watching as he got up to open a mini-fridge she hadn't noticed. Her nose-wrinkled at the odor it let loose before Lionel closed the door again. He had two beer bottles in his hand, and she could hear him pop the tops from one of them before he turned around and handed it to her. "Here, you can use it to wash down the jism you swallowed when you asked to give me a blowjob."

Bria opened her mouth to protest, but somehow couldn't think of how to refute him. Instead she tilted her head and brought the bottle to her lush lips, only to realize the the top was still on it.

"I know you like to suck things, but try taking off the top and drinking it instead. You can play with the bottle after if you'd like."

Flushing she grabbed the top, glaring at him as she twisted. Unfortunatley, the bottle was slick and the cap was on tight. The crenulated edges scratched her palm, but it was the bottle, not the top, that rotated, remaining firmly closed. She bit her lip as she tried and failed to open the bottle.

Lionel was about to reach for it when her eyes lit up and she reached over to use the remains of her clothes to get a grip. A pop, whirr and rip sounded as the bottle opened. The machine had sucked in another half-inch of her clothes while the bottle cap ripped the fabric.

Lionel sat with studied patience as if he was used to people who couldn't even open a bottle. Or at least that's how it felt to Bria. She glared at him, still on her knees, and chugged the beer in a manner befitting a trailer park whore. A moment later she was gagging. "What..."

"Home-made," Lionel sounded proud. And strong, he didn't add. One of these was equivalent to at least a couple store-bought beers. "A friend of mine likes to make his own. Anyway, to business. Go on, drink or I'll be offended."

Bria grimaced, but resumed chugging to get it over with. She'd discovered a couple of years ago that chugging a beer and deep-throating a cock were remarkably similar. After that she'd had no trouble guzzling beers in a single gulp. Doing so now she had no idea how cheap it made her look.