Times are Tough (Post-Script, Part II)

"Fuck yeah, Miss Castle," Lamont breathed out. "God you know how to suck dick." They were in their usual spot, the backroom of the chicken restaurant, surrounded by lard and flour. It was half an hour past closing, and she really needed to get home and get to her children, but her younger boss was especially needy today. After she sucked out the seed from his cock, she learned why.

"So ... you seen that new Popeye's down the street," he said slowly. Elizabeth nodded. "So ... boss is closing this place down. You seen the traffic dry up." Elizabeth panicked. This was her primary income. Sure there were Tuesday nights. But she'd already had to sample coke a few times, and she wasn't particularly interested in developing a whore's addictions.

"I need this job," she said gently. "Can't we go to Popeye's too?"

"Yeah, the GM fucked that up already," Lamont said sourly. "Shit, I might be seeing you at Sugar's as the bouncer. How's little LJ by the way?"

"Fine," Elizabeth mumbled. LJ was the byproduct of the gangbang. Everyone wanted to say they'd knocked her up, but everyone wanted to disclaim responsibility from supporting. LJ had multiple 'uncles'.

She got home and despaired ... then looked at the maid ad again.