The Watcher

"Did you bring the money?" Jenny asked, grinding her groin against Douglas's. Douglas handed her an envelope full of cash. "Good boy. Follow me after I get off."

Douglas followed her car to the other side of town. He yawned; it was early morning, and she worked the late shift that night. He was unfamiliar with this part of town. They were outside a rug store. Douglas's brow furrowed as he parked.

"What are we doing here?" he asked, suspicious.

"You'll see, come into the back alley with me." They went to the side of the store, where there was a two-by-four lodged against the wall. Jenny tugged it free, leaving an eyehole behind that allowed Douglas to peer into the store. She gave his small cock a squeeze. "Happy viewing."

Douglas looked into the store. There was an older Afghani male sitting behind the counter. He had an eyepatch over one eye, and was heavily scarred on the right side of his body, apparently from burns. His beard was patchy as a result.

Jenny came in, handing him the envelope of cash. He accepted it without a word, locking the front door of the store and settling down into an overstuffed leather chair. Jenny knelt before him, kissing his feet, and then lifting up his robe to expose a large, cut brown cock. Douglas swallowed hard, watching her lave the balls with her skilled mouth, then planting soft, wet kisses up the shaft, until she enveloped him with passion Douglas had yet to see from her.

He hurriedly fished out his cock, stroking it until he came, splattering the wall with his seed. Then he kept stroking, watching her worship this man, her soft hands stroking his body as her mouth hungrily bobbed up and down. Finally, Douglas came at the same time as the Afghan, grunting loudly in the street.

He watched as Jenny massaged lotion into the man, doing a few chores, and then finally exiting, to find Douglas still with his pants down in the alleyway.

"Such a pervert," Jenny said, her lip quirking.

"What was all that about?" Douglas asked.

"Follow me," she instructed him again, and then they went to Jenny's home in the trailer park. Without any explanation, she handed him a news story about a hate crime for years back. A an angry young police officer, Bobby, had tossed a Molotov cocktail into a local rug shop, maiming the owner and killing his wife.

"So what does that have to do with you?" Douglas asked.

"Bobby was my brother," Jenny said simply. "No one else gave a fuck about Ahmad. So I looked him up after I turned 18. And yeah, I'm paying my family debt to him, one day at a time."

"But his beliefs ..."

"When you've been on the pole long enough, Douglas, beliefs don't mean as much as they did when you were a little kid going to redneck church. But I believe in karma. You can stay with that cow of a sister and watch her work through the ghetto. But if you want to hang around my ass, you have to acknowledge that I have a debt to pay off to Ahmad. And that comes first."

With that, she kissed him on the cheek and he left.