She couldn't believe her father as he phoned her right after she got home. She couldn't believe he would pull this stunt again.
"What happened?" she asked, more concerned with the safety of her father than with the task she was going to have to do.
"The goddamn #4 horse was a shoo-in. A shoo-in! I thought it would be easy money, honey," he answered, clearly drunk. "Let's just be glad Antoine gave us the choice to do this again versus breaking my legs." He tried to make the last part sound hopeful.
Sasha looked at the body length mirror in front of her and admired herself. Shoulder length dirty blond hair, pink pouty lips that fit symmetrically on her slight tanned Russian-ancestry face, and blue eyes that shined like diamonds. Still listening to her father as he began to cry on the other end of the phone, she checked her backside out, her firm peach butt barely fitting into her waist high jean shorts. Turning back around, she mindlessly fixed the fit of her bra on her c-cup breasts.
Realizing she was more annoyed by her father's crying than the task, she asked, "How many guys?"
"Wha?" her dad asked.
"How many guys? Last time, the guy, Richard, I think was his name, said that he wouldn't mind if I got shared with a few guys. How many guys am I blowing to clear your debt?"
Silence.
"How many, dad?"
"...it's a $2000 marker, sweetie."
"Jesus," she muttered, her head exploding in fear for her dad. And her mouth. "What time?"
"He said the next guy to knock on your door will be the one to collect my payment. Can you be ready, sweetie?"
"Yes, daddy," she said, smiling slightly, aroused at the idea of getting to blow a large black man. "I'll do it."
* * *
Darnell, who was a delivery driver for the Brown Delivery Company, had been having a bad day. First, his wife left him, having found the skinny white girl porn on his phone. Then, his boss, finding out he had been drinking on lunch breaks, said that he had one more strike until he was on his ass. Darnell, who stood at 6'4" and muscular and black as night, could not be in a worse mood.
The door to the next house was in a rich neighborhood. He didn't mind it because most of the rich guys were at work this early in the afternoon. Knock, wait for an answer, leave the package, and next house. He would be done early, so that was a plus.
He approached the door with a small parcel. Darnell knocked on the door. Waiting a few seconds, he knelt down to set the parcel down. On his knee, the door opened up. His cock immediately hardened as a small white girl in booty jeans, a tanktop, and confident facial expressions stood in front of him. "Are you him?" Sasha asked, straightening her hair over her firm tits.
"What's that?" Darnell asked, smiling. Women had tried to flirt with him before. But they were mostly cougars. Admiring the girl, he realized none had ever been this sexy.
Sasha examined his clothes and the box in his hands. "Am I your reward?"
"Umm...yes?" he answered, standing up.
She giggled. "I can't believe this. You're even bigger than Antoine's last guy. He must be pretty in debt to you for you to get this."
"Umm... I sure am!" he said, trying to figure out what the hell the girl was talking about.
"Okay," she said, smiling. "Come on in."
In disbelief, Darnell asked stupidly, "Where's your dad?"
"Well, he's not here," she said, turning from him and shaking her ass playfully. "Obviously. And I'm 18, by the way. Don't feel guilty."