Chaz agrees, for a price

"Okay. I definitely wouldn't mind getting in on that action. It would be good for the website and if she is as much of slut as Chaz makes her out to be, she'll probably help with the next one." he said, awkwardly caressing her cheek. Candy didn't know what the fuck he was thinking. He was treating her like either a very loved girlfriend or a favorite pet. Being that he was the kind of kid who stuck firecrackers up cat's asses, it was probably the former rather than the latter.

Candy relaxed, pulled her workout pants up, and sat down. It was a lot to take in. She'd made almost 2000 dollars doing, well, nothing more than getting drunk and getting fucked, which she didn't even remember clearly. This new proposition, however, was quite a bit different. She'd be tipsy at least, she knew that, if she was going to suck his cock. Still, Ronnie stroked her face and pushed her hair back over her ear with an affection Billy-Steve never had.

What came out of his mouth next ruined all of that.

"Maybe we can get her Grandpa to fuck her if we get him drunk enough." He said, just as he walked out of the trailer. Candy flashed back, horribly, to her own 18th birthday...

She was so happy. Her friends in the park knew she was top of her class since she was taking dual-credit classes with the local college; already working on a college degree! They wanted to celebrate, but her parents wouldn't let her. She giggled at their fake pouts and rushed home. Her father, as usual, was still at work. Her mother was already drunk. Jenny Fitzpatrick, her mother, was completely bombed and watching the soaps by the time she walked through the door. It was nothing new.

"Candy-cane...you..or..Uncle LeRoy'll be over soon. He'll take'ra you..." she said. Candy's mother was absolutely stunning to look at, and was obviously where she got her looks. Her father, on the otherhand, was damned near a leprachaun in his appearance. Short, red haired, and mean as a cornered demon; Candy had felt his belt on her exquisite ass more than once. Uncle LeRoy was, of course, his brother. She remembered him opening the door, and with a mischevious grin on his face, pulling out a bottle of Vodka...

............

She was snapped out of her memory by the doorbell. She hopped up, and answered it. It was Ronnie. And Chaz. Chaz blushed, immediately. Ronnie smirked. She took a deep breath. This would not be good.

"Chaz says he'll do it, but he wants something in return." Ronnie said. Chaz wouldn't make eye contact with her. Candice cocked her head to the side. Only one thing would make Chaz blush, and Ronnie grin; like that....