An Unpaid Debt

Ashley screamed and dropped to Leon’s side, lifting her head up onto her lap as she watched the blood gush from his nose. His upper lip and chin were bathed in a deep red that dripped and stained his t-shirt. Although he was awake still and lucid, he blinked several times, trying to regain his bearings, his head still ringing and dizzy. Whipping her head around, she looked up at their attackers.

A small, smirking Asian woman who looked to be in her mid to late twenties with long dark hair, dressed in a business suit and skirt, stared back. Though her lips were curled into a sneer, her eyes were cold and humorless, indicating that this wasn’t just some yobbish fun at Leon’s expense. On both sides the woman was flanked by a man, both dressed in the same all black keikogi, and with shaved heads. One, the same who had kicked Leon, was dusting off his leg but in his other hand he held a much more powerful weapon. If kicking didn’t send the message, the submachine gun in both men’s hands was more than sufficient.

“What the fuck?” Ashley growled, her temper flaring over her sense of self-preservation. “What did Leon ever do to you?”

“It’s not him we’re here for, it’s you,” the woman told her simply.

“Then kick me in the face, not him,” Ashley shouted, barely aware of what she was asking for amidst her rage.

“That would not be conducive towards our conversation,” the woman continued to speak with disinterest. “This way we remove an obstacle and you understand the need to listen.”

“Fine, you’ve got my attention,” Ashley said, eyeing the guns again. “I’m listening.”

“Good. My name is Sophie Yu.” She saw Ashley’s eyes flicker with realization. “I see you have heard of me. Then no doubt you know of what I did for your sister.”

“Not all of it. I was told that she went to find you, not whether she succeeded,” Ashley swallowed as she came to the understanding that she wasn’t just dealing with random attackers but members of the Nine Dragons gang. “Clearly she did.”

“Yes, she was brought to me with an urgent matter, so urgent in fact that it was prudent to act first and worry about payment later,” Sophie answered, extending her hands on both sides. “In Azure Rocks if you want something transported and can’t use…traditional means…then we the Nine Dragons can make it happen. Just so, your sister is currently across the border, safe from immediate danger.”

“How kind,” Ashley replied sarcastically, her eyes narrowing. “You mentioned payment.”

“Indeed. The urgency of the matter meant it was necessary to remove your sister from risk, or else be paid nothing. Now that she’s not at risk of being caught, however, we can take the time to make sure we get our cut,” Sophie threatened. “If we cannot secure the funds to continue the journey, well, your sister may find herself a stranger in a strange land, with no way forward and no way back. Who knows what might become of her?”

“You bitch.” Ashley spat. The man to her right folded his arms, showing off his gun. “How much?”

“$250,000.”

“Look at me, I’m a teenager, how do you expect me to get that kind of money?” Ashley argued desperately. The only one she knew with that kind of personal cash was Heather’s family. Though the Wywick Family boasted larger riches, their personal wealth paled in comparison, but Ashley wasn’t that friendly with Fletcher or Sienna anyway. The same was true of the Smiths and Grace. But if she couldn’t get the money from somewhere, Hannah was going to be left to rot in whatever god forsaken hole they’d put her in for ‘safe’ keeping.

“We know all about you, Miss Woodsen. How your father is the District Attorney. How he’s friends with the Governor and the Chief of Police. How you yourself are friends with Heather Ravers, daughter of Robert Ravers, how you’re staying in their cabin, and have been for the last two weeks,” Sophie made a show of her knowledge to intimidate the young girl. “In truth, we do not care how you get the money, so long as you get it before tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night?” Ashley recoiled, terrified. “You’re giving me little over twenty-four hours to amass a quarter of a million dollars? You have to give me more time.”

“Those are the terms,” Sophie said firmly. “Additionally, you shall not go to the police, or the rangers, or inform any other form of authority. If you do, well, we may let slip your sister’s whereabouts to a confidential informant. Extradition laws may restrict any formal extraction, but when has that ever stopped the more clandestine intelligence agencies.”

“Please,” Ashley begged. “This is an impossible situation for me. I can’t get my hands on that kind of money, but what am I supposed to do? Abandon my sister? Maybe I can get you something, but nothing like that. Not in a day.”

Sophie shrugged. “This is not our problem. This is the cost of doing business. Hannah told us that you were the one who turned her in, that you wouldn’t even want to help her. Betraying your sister is not so different from abandoning her, but it seems she was wrong. You do want to help her.”

“Of course, I do, and I will, but not under those terms. It’s impossible.” Ashley couldn’t believe, despite what had happened, that Hannah really thought she wouldn’t help. No, the far more plausible explanation was that Hannah had been trying to keep the Dragons from coming after Ashley and her family by making the gang think that she didn’t matter to them. A ploy it seemed the Dragons hadn’t bought. “Please, I need more time.”

“Time is not a luxury any of us have. Your sister is safe for now, but even we cannot hold her indefinitely. We won't be here after tomorrow night The Nine Dragons are moving on. We've already been here too long and they...” Sophie paused, realizing that Ashley didn't need to know the end of that sentence. "Tomorrow Night," she repeated, ending the discussion on the time frame. “As well as the police, do not tell your friend's family why you need the money. Or any of the other major families for that matter. We will know, and it will make things much worse.”

Ashley was taken aback. The young Asian woman actually sounded more frightened of the four families than she had of the actual police. Frustrated, she growled, “What could be worse than this?”

“The police may still get a tip off to find your sister,” Sophie again spoke calmly, and factually. “Only this time it may be to pieces scattered across bins and a head floating in the lake.”

“Holy shit, fine, fuck,” Ashley put up her hands. “I won't tell anyone why I need the money, okay!”

“Very well. So long as we understand each other. Tomorrow night, Miss Woodsen. Do not disappoint.”

The conversation clearly over, the three Asians scurried away, jumping into the back of a black four door BMW waiting a few feet behind them. Ashley watched them go, for the car's tires to screech as it tore off down the road, before finally looking down at Leon, ignoring her own problems for the meantime to check on the wounded male.

Half of his face was covered in blood, but the vital fluid seemed to have stopped pouring forth at least. His head still cradled in her lap, he looked up at her, his eyes a lot more alert than they had been when she last looked, though she noticed he was breathing predominantly through his mouth.

“Phashlphey, phwat par phew phowna pwo?” He tried to speak through his blocked nose, tasting the blood on his own lips as he over pronounced the words.

“Later. We have to get you sorted out first,” she insisted. “Can you stand?”

Instead of trying to speak again, he nodded and rolled onto his hands and knees. Beside him, Ashley helped support his weight under one arm as he rose onto two feet. There was nothing wrong with his legs, but he was shaky from the blood loss and still dizzy from having his bell rung. Pulling open the door into the night club, Ashley carried him through, back towards the bar.

“Help,” she cried out to the familiar brunette behind the counter.

“Oh my god!” Natalie exclaimed, running around the bar towards the teens. Luke was nearby too, fully dressed again, and he sprinted over, taking Leon’s other side and assisting the small blonde in carrying him over to the seating area, laying him on top of one of the sofas, his head elevated against the arm rest. Ashley took off her oversized borrowed jacket and returned it to Leon, pushing it beneath his neck as a makeshift cushion. Natalie approached, and asked, “What happened?”

“We got jumped,” Ashley said curtly, choosing not to say by who so not to involve anyone else in her problems.

“In broad daylight?” Luke asked, shocked. “Did you see who it was?”

“No,” she said, then realizing how stupid that sounded, she quickly added, “they were wearing masks.”

“Strange,” Natalie said, as she leaned over to look at Leon’s nose. “Toxic has never had any problems with gangs before. They usually stay well clear.”

“You should take him to the hospital,” Luke told her, pointing at Leon. “That nose could be broken.”

“No,” she said again quickly, chewing her bottom lip as she thought of an adequate excuse. “He’s already in trouble with his mum. If he has to go to the hospital for getting in a fight, she’ll be livid.”

“Even if he was the one that got jumped?” Natalie cocked an eyebrow. It was suspicious but parents could be odd creatures, especially where the safety of their child was concerned. Rational arguments didn’t always prevail, so she let it slide. “Well, I can get you some ice for the swelling at least. It doesn’t look disjointed and the bleeding has stopped, so you might be okay.”

“Have you dealt with broken noses before?” Ashley asked, hopeful.

“A few. It’s a night club. Fights break out sometimes. Sometimes a bouncer gets clocked in the face while removing someone and yours truly provides the aftercare,” Natalie revealed, then patting Leon’s shoulder she told him, “I’ll be right back with that ice.”

“So, what did these guys do? Did they try to mug you” Luke continued trying to get more information to Ashley’s annoyance.

“No,” she answered honestly, just trying to get him off the subject.

“So, what they just walked up, and kicked him in the face?” Luke scratched his head, the story obviously not adding up. “Wearing a mask kind of seems like it was premeditated though.” He looked down at Leon, realizing he didn’t know his name but too embarrassed to ask. “Hey, guy, you got any enemies?”

“Um, I meant, yes, they did _try _to mug us,” Ashley lied quickly to keep Luke going too deep down that rabbit hole. “Leon scared them off, but they got a good kick in before they fled.”

“Wow, that sucks dude,” the musician frowned sympathetically and patted Ashley on the shoulder. “At least you saved the girl though, right? That’s gotta be worth major brownie points, eh?”

“Yeah, he’s my hero,” Ashley said sincerely, kneeling by his face and stoking his hair away from his forehead. The story might not have been true, but Ashley really did admire him. Not many men would take a kick to the face for a girl and endure it without complaint.

Natalie returned with the ice and leaned over Ashley to press the bag covered in a cloth to his nose.

“Ow,” he groaned in a nasal tone.

“Sorry, it’s gonna be sore for a while, but I brought you some medicine for the pain.” Leon tilted his head further back, looking up at the brunette as she pulled a sachet from a box of Cramp Tabs. Tossing the box aside, she ripped open the packet and deposited the tablets into her palm, holding them out. Seeing the perturbed expression on his blood soaked face, she rolled her eyes and told him, “for goodness sake, it’s Tylenol. There’s nothing especially feminine about it.”

Weighing the pain against her logic, he decided the need for relief was greater and took the pills from her hand. She passed him a bottle of water she’d stuck under her arm to carry, and while he gulped down the ****, she turned to Ashley.

“Even if you don’t go to the hospital, I’m afraid you can’t stay here,” she reluctantly told the blonde. “The boss could be back at any moment.”

But Ashley shook her head and explained, “We came here on Leon’s motorbike and even if I did know how to ride one, there’s no way he’s in any shape to sit up on the back.”

“Hmm, then we’ll have to call you a taxi,” Natalie said, folding her now free arms in thought. “I can have Matt or Carl take the bike back to his house if you give me the address.”

“Sure,” Ashley agreed, and gave Natalie Leon’s street name and house number.

“Still, we can’t leave him out in the open like this, in case the owner comes back.” Natalie turned to Luke. “Help carry him upstairs to the VIP area.”

Holding the bag of ice to his face, Leon tried to think light thoughts as Luke hoisted him up with both arms under his. Ashley, with the leather jacket over her shoulder, grabbed his feet, and together they walked him through the night club to the stairs. Slowly they made their way up the steps too, taking their time since Luke had to walk backwards, and making sure to keep Leon level. Upstairs there was an open lounge and another, smaller, dance floor which they carried him through to a hallway that contained the offices and VIP rooms. Entering the first one, they laid Leon down on the large ‘U’ shaped sofa that ran the length of the back wall.

“Motherfucker.” Luke pushed his hands against the small of his back as he stretched. “You’re heavier than you look.”

“Phuchk phew,” Leon shot back, raising his head to allow Ashley to place the rolled up leather jacket beneath him again.

“You’re welcome,” Luke replied obliviously, patting Leon’s shoulder as he passed the teen on his way out the door. “I’ll let you know when your taxi arrives.”

“I’m soooo sorry.” Ashley buried her face in Leon’s chest. “Your nose could be broken and it’s all my fault. It’s all my fault. Everything I touch turns to shit. I mean, some fucking date this turned out to be.”

“Haal phee phine,” he tried to say soothingly, as he softly stroked her golden hair. “Phwat aphout phew?”

“I have no idea. A quarter of a million; it might as well be a gazillion. They’re equally as absurd for me to…” she looked up and saw him wincing, trying to endure the pain while she indulged her self-pity. “You’re still in pain, huh?”

He nodded, even speaking becoming too much of an effort for him.

“I guess it’ll take some time for the medicine to take effect,” she mused, biting her lip as she let her eyes travel down his body. “Maybe…maybe there’s another form of pain relief that might help.”

Confused, Leon watched the blonde stand and walk over to the door. “Phwat par phew pwoihng?”

“Distracting you from the pain,” she said simply, the door loudly and clearly locking when she turned the knob. The young man’s eyes widened as she crossed the room, back to his side, kneeling on the floor as her fingers nimbly undid his belt buckle.

“Par phew phooeer?” he asked, although he still raised his hips to allow her to pull his underwear and pants down to his knees. He was a little embarrassed to have his flaccid, completely soft cock flop out on to his thigh.

“Ssssh,” she told him as she took his limp meat in her warm hand and climbed onto the sofa, kneeling between his legs. “Let me make it better. It’s the least I can do.”

Just the feeling of her wide, wet, hot tongue on the underside of his fat, soft dick was enough to get the blood flowing down between his legs. Slowly the adrenaline drained away, replaced by testosterone and lust, as Ashley felt him grow on her tongue. She let out an aroused giggle, the erotic sensation of his cock thickening and hardening making her own body flare and flush. Encouraged, she inhaled him into her mouth, feeling the stiffening skin sliding past her lips, sucking gently on his tip as his member continued to harden and grow.

It did occur to Ashley as she swirled her tongue around his thickening tip that perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to divert even more blood away from a man who had just forcibly lost a pint through his nose. However, she had already come this far, and the indurating dick was beginning to stretch and widen her mouth in a way that felt really good. Leon groaned too, leaning his head back, and if he was content for her to keep going then she decided she was would keep sucking.

With a POP, she pulled her lips from his cock, panting slightly as she marveled at the hard, stiff tool in her small hand. It was impressive that he had gotten so engorged so quickly, but the sheer size of it was equally as remarkable. Not quite as big or thick as Zack, though she seriously doubted anyone in her life ever would be, but while he didn’t quite compete in length, his above average cock was certainly almost as thick as the Bishop’s rod. Thick cocks were her favorite anyway. With her lack of gag reflex, length was never a problem for the cheerleader, but feeling a thick cock in her throat, the gentle ache as it stretched her esophagus, it was like nothing else she’d ever felt.

“A grower not a shower indeed,” Ashley said, biting her lip as she watched the cock dwarf her hand, her fingers no where close to wrapping around its girth. Using a second hand, she managed to cover both sides, idly pumping the shaft as she brought her lips close to his helmet again.

Leon didn’t bother to reply. Speaking hurt his face, and with his nose bruised nothing came out right anyway. He just groaned, the injury making even that sound nasal, as Ashley dove on his cock again. Raising his head, he watched in disbelief as the petite cheerleader’s tiny mouth sank down his length, watching inch after inch of his cock slide into her mouth, waiting for her to gag and stop. But it never happened. His cockhead hit the back of her throat and after only a seconds pause, her eyes flickering up to meet his, she angled her head and took him deeper, his fat cock pushing into her gullet. She moaned too, as much as she could with a mouthful of dick, as she felt that much sought, delightful ache of her throat widening to accommodate his lovely, thick cock.

She pushed on, removing her hands, until her nose was buried in his pubic hairs. Holding herself there for several seconds, she then began to slide back up his cock, and Leon again expected her to pull herself right off his member completely. Instead, she only went half way, until the tip of his dick was just on the periphery of her throat, and then pushed back down, filling herself with his thick cock again, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt to the young man’s mind that Ashley really had no gag reflex.

Bobbing her head up and down the lower half of his cock, feeding her throat his thickness over and over, wasn’t difficult for the girl with no gag reflex. Even his girth, thick as it was, only posed a slight problem in that her mouth had to adjust, but once her throat had reshaped to his cock, she could easily pump his tool in and out of her gullet. No, the only real problem was air. With the fat cock blocking her esophagus, even breathing through her nose was impossible. Still, she ignored the vital, life sustaining need, at least until she was blue in the face.

Pulling her lips completely free of his cock, the sudden sensation of cool air on his sensitive cock made him groan again as he looked up at the beautiful blonde, her hair becoming slick with sweat from the labor of devouring his cock, as she gasped heavily, trying to catch her breath as quickly as possible. While she refilled her lungs, her hands returned to stroking his shaft, smearing her slobber all over his cock flesh. She brought a hand up to his tip and gathered up the precum wetting his head, watching it glisten and stick between her fingers.

Inhaling deep, she swallowed his cock again and moved her lips to his root much faster than before. With her lips tight around his shaft and his head in her throat, stretching her gullet once more, she began to bounce her head again. Leon moaned again too, the feeling of her throat tight around his cock as snug as any pussy he’d ever fucked. Lightheaded, possibly from lack of blood, or just pure lust, his head spun as all the pain and aching in his body melted away. Maybe it was the medication finally kicking in, but much more likely, Leon thought, it was Ashley fulfilling her promise to relieve his pain.

The hot cheerleader could tell that the distraction was working as well by the way his thick, hard member flexed and throbbed against the sides of her throat. She could feel it so warm, like it was going to melt her from the inside out, and when she pushed her lips down to the base of his cock she felt his balls twitch on her chin. Her blowjobs were exceptional, she boasted to herself, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that Leon might cum already, but she couldn’t take all the credit. No doubt his weakened state had left him a lot less capable of resisting the pleasure flooding his body.

Lifting her head again, she took a few more deep breaths, while toying with Leon, letting him cool off. Her hands stroked his cock again, but moved slowly this time, teasing him but never pumping him fast enough to really get him off. He whimpered and looked up at her, watching as she took a droplet of precum on her finger and made a show of bringing it to her lips, tasting him even though she’d already tasted his cock every time it slid over her tongue on the way to her throat.

“Mmmm,” she licked her lips. “Tastes good. You gonna give me more?”

Leon nodded.

“Yeah, you gonna cum?”

He nodded again.

“You like my tight, little throat? You like that I can take all of your thick cock without gagging?”

He nodded, and groaned at her teasing.

“Yeah? You gonna cum down my throat? Let me feel it hot and gooey as it slides down into my belly?”

He nodded even more urgently.

She leaned over, her lips near the head of his cock.

“Then don’t keep me waiting.”

Slamming her face down his girthy length, she shoved the entire several inches of his cock into her throat in one firm motion. Like last time she pulled back, but unlike previous times, she pulled her lips all the way to the glans, quickly sucking in oxygen through her nose, before spearing her throat with his cock again. She bounced her whole head, facefucking her own throat with Leon’s fat, engorged dick, actually succeeding in making herself **** around his dick as the air was forcibly pushed from her esophagus.

Leon swore, as he involuntarily bucked back against her masterful deepthroating. She felt his cock quiver in her throat again, and knowing that he was close again, instead of slowing down this time she sped up, rapidly shoving his long, thick cock in and out of her gullet, her throat aching and burning as it was reshaped. Permanently, she guessed, but kept going, kept fucking her own throat with that big dick. With his cock deep inside her throat, she heard him groan. A second later, his head expanded, her tight throat becoming even tighter. Then, she felt it.

The hot viscous liquid shot directly into her gullet, a heat that filled her entire chest as she felt it slip down like swallowing hot cocoa on a winter’s night. She pulled her lips back, to let herself breathe and to suck on his cockhead, slurping at the cum and tasting it as his seed spewed right onto her tongue. Sticky and bitter, but oh so fucking manly, the taste made her shiver and her pussy throbbed, only wishing it could be filled as deep and wide as her throat.

Unfortunately, at that moment, with Ashley’s mouth full of dick and Leon in no state to reply, there came a knock at the door. Luke’s voice followed.

“Your taxi is here.”

Ashley wasn’t sure what to do, except to keep gently sucking on Leon’s cockhead. But when no one replied, Luke tried again.

“Hello? Is everything alright?”

With no other course of action, Ashley pulled her mouth reluctantly from Leon’s member. His dick wasn’t quite done cumming though, and the blonde cheerleader caught a slash of his thick, whiteish cream right across her face, a dollop matting her blonde locks. Another rope caught her bottom lip and chin as she raised her head and called out to the man outside the door.

“Everything’s fine,” she replied with her mouth full of cum. “We’ll be right there.”

Satisfied, Luke left, just as Leon’s eruption subsided. Swallowing the batter in her mouth, she leaned down and sucked his tip, cleaning his cock of his cum. She would have liked to take her time and savor the last drops of his seed, but since they had to leave, she simply cleaned him up with her tongue and moved on to wiping her own face clean with a box of tissues that sat nearby. In a closed VIP room such as this, Ashley guessed they got used for this kind of thing a lot.

The cock sucking had done wonders for Leon. While Ashley cleaned up her face, he managed to sit up and button up his jeans again, although he was still a little dizzy and still didn’t trust himself to drive. With the clean-up and redressing done, they made their way out of the room and downstairs, Leon still leaning on Ashley. They thanked Natalie for her help, and the barmaid issued one last warning that if the bleeding or pain persisted, to go straight to the hospital.

The taxi ride was a rather quiet affair for the two teens. Neither knew quite what to say. For Ashley, she had a lot on her mind, mostly her sister’s situation and the stress of finding a quarter of a million dollars from somewhere. But sucking off Leon had been a pleasant distraction. The entire day with him had been a nice change from the drama of her life, right up until the drama of her life caught up with her again. She’d sworn off men when she broke up with Zack. A blowjob was one thing, but she didn’t want a relationship. Especially not now, with the consequences of failure to help the Nine Dragons looming over her future.

To Leon, it was a no-brainer, though possibly that was because the brains had been knocked out of him. When he asked for the date, he only thought it could be a fun way to pass the time, and at the end of the day it would be major boost to his self-esteem to say he’d been on a date with one of the school’s hottest and most coveted cheerleaders. It couldn’t go any further than that. Ashley already had a boyfriend. But after a blowjob like that, there was no way he could let this just be one and done. He had to find a way to make himself a more permanent fixture in Ashley’s life. But would Ashley be interested? Beside Brandon, she had all the trouble with Hannah to contend with.

When they returned to the Griffin residence, Ashley paid the taxi and they both noted that Leon’s mother hadn’t returned. He began to shuffle off towards the house, but Ashley called out to stop him.

“You probably shouldn’t be alone right now,” she said, speaking without really thinking. “Someone should keep an eye on you.”

“You wanna come in?” he asked, his nose still congested, but his voice no longer so nasal, which was a good sign.

“Um, no, actually, I think I have a better idea. I can keep an eye on you, and you can come to the party tomorrow,” Ashley said, convincing herself that, even if she couldn’t have a relationship, spending a little more time with him wouldn’t hurt. “Come back to the cabin with me.”