(fictional story about fictional characters in the public domain)
Debra Barone had developed an affinity to internet shopping. She and Amazon were intimate friends. She reasoned that she deserved to pamper herself because everyone else seemed to take her for granted. Her husband Ray, a sportswriter for NY Newsday, was not the most thoughtful or romantic man on earth. She couldn't remember the last time he had brought her home a gift for no special occasion.
They never seemed to go on vacations or trips together. Ray was frequently on the road covering some sporting event; playing golf or basketball; or just down at Nemo's eating pizza with his buddies. Debra was stuck at home with the kids and, usually, her in-laws. Anyone who had to put up with that nosy, meddlesome, bitch Marie (her mother-in-law) deserved a little self-pampering now and then. Her latest purchase, diamond earrings and three cashmere sweaters, had been quite expensive. She had actually "maxed" out her credit card; was two months late for a minimum payment of $500; and had received an inquiring phone call from the bank. She couldn't let Ray find out and was desperate for cash.
As luck would have it, there was a glimmer of hope. It was Friday morning; the kids had left for school; and Ray had taken a cab to the airport for a flight to San Francisco to cover the Giants game. Last night he had informed her that this morning two men would be coming over to seal the driveway. They were two brothers who had been recommended by his friend Doug Heffernan; cousins of Doug's friend Deacon.
They were giving Ray a cash discount so they could keep the job "off the books." "What Uncle Sam didn't know...." Debra's eyes had lit up when Ray handed her $1000 in cash to pay them with. An idea had been planted in her brain a week ago when watching a "Lifetime" channel movie; and this cash could make that idea become a reality. She was so desperate for money that she had decided to try to barter with her body.
As Darryl and Mark Palmer drove to the Barone residence on Long Island from their home in Queens, they couldn't believe their good luck. " D, this is so great. This job just fell in our laps and we have a half tank of sealer left over from that doctor's driveway. This job is pure profit," Mark exclaimed.
Darryl answered, " I know, and Deac says this Barone chick is pretty hot. Maybe we'll get a peek...remember the last job?"
"Oh yeah, when that doctor's wife forgot to pull the shades when she changed her clothes...she was smokin' hot," Mark replied.
"I don't think she forgot," Darryl boasted, "I think she liked what she saw in the Palmer brothers!" They laughed as they drove into the Barone driveway.
Meanwhile Debra had retreated to the bathroom to prepare for her encounter. She had found a bottle of scotch that someone had given Ray a few Christmases ago, and had taken two generous drinks. "Liquid courage," she muttered to herself. AS she disrobed, she checked herself out in the full length mirror in the back of the door. Debra thought to herself, "I look damn good for a woman my age. If I were a man, I would want to hit that." She put on her sexiest lingerie; a black lace teddy that barely contained her breasts while letting her nipples show through; and the matching thong which barely covered her mound. After the twins were born she had kept her pussy shaved, with just a small "landing strip" of bright red pubic hair above her slit. She realized she was becoming moist with anticipation, as she shrugged on her white terrycloth robe. She reasoned that with the robe she could control the degree of tease. She decided that barefoot would be more sexy than fuzzy slippers , and before going downstairs; she spritzed a drop of perfume on her pubic area.
Just as she was setting a fresh pot of coffee and a box of Krispy Kremes on the table, Debra heard the truck pull into the driveway. As the doors slammed shut, she glanced out the back door. Her first thought was she was happy they had pulled all the way into the driveway...maybe Marie wouldn't know they were there. Her second thought was that "they're black." she had never given it a thought until now...she had met Deacon once; but she just never thought about it. Now it was all she could think about...she truly wanted to know if it was true what they say about black men's "equipment." As she went to answer their knock, she adjusted her robe to show maximum cleavage;and she didn't know if it was the scotch talking, but she realized she was more excited than scared.
As the door opened and Darryl reached out to shake Mrs. Barone's extended hand; he froze in his tracks and was instantly mesmerized by the massive cleavage before him. He stammered as he looked down and introduced himself and Mark. The brothers looked at each other, smiled, and followed Debra inside to the kitchen table where the refreshments awaited.
As they sat at the table, Debra was amazed at the size of the brothers. They were obviously twins; nearly as tall as Robert (her brother-in-law), and when they shook hands; their hands had made her's look like an infants. Debra thought she better get to the point before she lost her nerve...and she desperately needed that money. "Gentlemen, I have a proposition for you," she began. "I don't have the cash to pay for the driveway, but I was hoping we could work out some other form of payment."
