Supply and Demand
Chapter 5
Fusedtwilight: Thanks to my beta Lisa for betaing this chapter. In this chap Carlos commits some more blasphemy much to a clients delight and Alex has a run in with a not old friend. Alex's P.O.V.:
Fuck! This was the last fucking thing I needed.
"What is it?" Carlos asked again.
"It's fucking Officer Shrub," I said.
"Shrub?"
"I will explain later," I sighed.
Shrub got out of her car and walked up and tapped the window when she reached it. I rolled it down. "Hello Officer Shrub," I said fighting the urge to roll my eyes.
"Alex, long time no see," Shrub said.
She was five foot nine and had short cut blonde hair. She had her sun glasses on but I knew those blue eyes were glaring at me right now.
"Where you off to?" she asked.
"Work, we have a job," I said.
"Job? Oh yeah, your daddy and you run a lawn maintenance service now, right?"
"Yes." She knew that's what we did; she just enjoyed wasting my time with stupid questions.
She looked over at Carlos. "Who's the kid?" she asked.
"Carlos Santiago, he is a friend from school. He works with dad and I now," I said.
"Why were you in the apartment building? I saw you go in. In there a mighty long time."
"My Uncle Rufus is the super. We were visiting him," I said.
"Really?" She put her hands on her hips and gave me a dry smile. "It just so happens this building is suspected of being a whore house. Does your Uncle Rufus give you and your friends a discount on his whores?"
I gripped the steering wheel tight. "My Uncle Rufus is a good man, and for your information we were not doing anything illegal."
Technically that was true. We weren't paying anyone for sexual favors.
"Well if he is related to you, I doubt there is anything good about him," she sneered.
(what a bitch!) "Yes well, if you'll excuse us, we have a job to get to," I said.
I went to turn on the ignition but her hand shot forward and gripped my hand, rather painfully I might add.
"Listen to me boy, I know you are up to something. You Kingston's are nothing but trash. I know you are up to something. As soon as I find out I will nail your ass to the wall."
She let go of my hand and smiled at me showing off her white teeth. "Have a nice day."
She walked back to her cop car and drove off.
"Stupid bitch!" I growled.
"Dude what the hell?" Carlos asked looking freaked.
I started the car and continued to drive.
"That was Officer Shrub. She has been a pain in my ass for years."
"Why? What did you do to piss her off?" he asked.
I sighed. "Wasn't me so much as my dad. See, years ago he worked at a pawn shop. One day Shrub came in with an old family heirloom she wanted to make some money off of. Dad being the scoundrel he is, told her it was worth less than what it really was. After she sold it to him, he sold it for twice the price to some rich dude who wanted it for his wife. When Shrub found out she had been jibbed she developed an intense hatred for my dad and I. She has been harassing us for years. Always pulling us over and writing us up for violations."
"Your dad swindled a cop?" Carlos asked, looking sick.
"Well he didn't know she was a cop at the time," I said. "Just more of dad's karma, coming back to bite me in the ass."
"Dude we can't have a cop running around, she'll bust us!" he said.
"I know that! But we have no choice. We just have to be careful, or else this could all go to hell. Believe me, Shrub was not kidding when she said she would nail my ass to the wall."
We drove to the shop. It was called Happily Ever After. They did all kinds of costumes. Halloween, wedding, you name it. You have a design for a costume? Just call them up and give them a sketch and the designs. Need a costume for comic-con? They got every known comic book costume.
We went inside and I paid for the suit. It was a simple black cotton pants and white button up shirt. Carlos changed into it in the changing room.
"So what's the plan?" he asked.
"Well, you show up and ring the bell. You tell her you are there to sell some bibles and add some god stuff in like how you are there to show her the way and shit. She invites you in, you go into the living room and she seduces you. You try to resist; to preserve your innocence, but in the end you give into temptation."
"That's all?"
"What do you want? A script?" I asked.
He came out of the dressing room in his suit. He looked amazing! Then again, he always looked amazing. The white shirt made his skin seem more bronze, his hair naturally stuck up in small little spikes. He really did look like he was a Jehovah's Witness.
"How do I look?" he asked.
"Great. Karen won't know what hit her," I said.
We left the store and got back in the truck. We drove to the same neighborhood where Caroline, Alaric and Claire lived. This Karen lived four houses down from Caroline.
We pulled up and got out. I got out the rake and a few other supplies so I could work, while Carlos...worked. I reached behind my seat and pulled out a black bible and tossed it to Carlos. He caught it and glared at me.
"Not cool, God saw that."
"There you go, you are getting into character really well," I said.
"I'm not acting."
"Oh...sorry. Now, go make the money. Are you able to perform after your little season with Rebecca?" I asked.
"Yeah, I can. Well, here goes." He put on a smile, all cheerful and happy like. "Let's go earn our way to hell."
"That a boy," I said.
He turned around and headed for the house. I immediately got to work, making sure no one walked up to the house or was watching while working on her lawn.
Carlos's P.O.V.:
I kept a smile on my face as I walked up to this Karen woman's house.
I knocked on the door and waited. The door opened and I met Karen.
She was five foot seven, with white, tan skin. She had smooth, dirty-blonde hair that went to her shoulders. She was a little thin for my tastes, but she was fuckable all the same.
I saw a glimmer of understanding in her eyes. I saw her glance at the truck and the now working Alex. I saw the edges of her lips curve in a small smirk.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Hi ma'am, my name is Alejandro and I am here to talk to you about our lord and savior Jesus Christ." I smiled at her.
"Alright, come on in," she opened the door and let me in.
She led me to the living room and we sat down on the same couch. "So, how much for a bible?" she asked.
"Well it's not about the money; it's about spreading the word of the lord. Have you ever thought of switching churches?" I asked.
I had no idea how a Jehovah's Witness spoke; I was just guessing.
"No. Why should I? What's in it for me?" she asked.
"Well...you learn the word of God and he will free you of all temptation," I said. God if the Father of my church saw me now, he would have a stroke.
She smiled and leaned forward. "Maybe, I will switch churches. But you are going to have to convince me why your church is better than the one I am going to."
"Well, we have a strong sense of church...community. We are like family," I said.
"Okay. Tell you what: fuck me right here, right now and I will join," she said.
"But, ma'am, you are married that is a sin and we are not married, pre-marital sex is also a sin," I said.
She took my hands in hers. "Oh please Alejandro, I need to be saved. God sent you here to save me; only you can help purge me of these sinful thoughts. Please? Save me from going to hell."
She was a good actress I had to give her that. She actually sounded scared and fearful.
"Well, if I can save you from hell I am sure God can forgive us," I said.
Could he really though? Would this be one sin he could not forgive? Was I truly damning myself for eternity by doing this?
She grabbed the bible and put it on the table. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me forward. I kissed her grabbing her shoulders. I pushed her down on the couch and took of her shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra. I leaned down and began to kiss her tits.
She unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. She ran her hands over my chest, rubbing my abs. Girls really love my abs. I guess it's like the attraction we have to their breasts. Boys like boobs, girls like abs.
She reached her hands into my pants and felt my hard dick. "Oh sweet mother of God!" she gasped.
"That's right baby; are you ready to get a taste of heaven?" I asked.
"Oh yes, send me to paradise, be my savior!" she purred.
I took her pants off and her panties. I was surprised to see how wet she already was so I did not bother to finger her or give her oral. I pulled a condom out of my pocket. This one was a special one that was already lubricated, which helped save me money on lube.
"You've been a naughty, sinful little whore, haven't you?" I asked her.
"Oh yes, I have been a sinful little whore!"
"How many men have you seduced whore? How many innocent men have you led astray?" I asked.
"Lots; I've fucked more than half the men in my husband's congregation," she said.
I looked at her amazed. "Wow, really?"
"Oh yes, I have a thing for church men, something about sleeping with men who believe in God is such a major turn on. I especially love the boys in the choir. They make wonderful screamers."
"...Okay, well by the time I am done with you you'll never taint another soul again, you filthy harlot!"
Sheesh, I wonder if her husband has any idea what his wife is doing? Wonder how many people she helped bring over to their church?
I put the condom on and rubbed the edge of my head against her opening. "Tell me how many men you slept with," I said.
"Oh so many, I don't mean to, I just get these urges, and I can't control myself."
"And does your husband know?"
"No, he has no idea, if he knew, it would kill him."
"Well then, let's start exorcising your demons."
I slowly pushed my cock into her. She bit her lip in pleasure and moaned. "Oh God yes!"
"You like this?" I asked her with a grin.
"Oh fuck yes, fuck me now! Fuck me hard!"
"With pleasure!" I growled.
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into my lap, I slid deeper into her as I pulled her up. I kept my hands on her hips and began to bounce her up and down on my lap. I had taken my pants all the way off so not to get any fluids on them; I didn't want to ruin them and have to pay the price for them.
Her nails dug into my shoulders as I bounced her on my cock. "You like this?" I growled.
"I fucking love it!" she howled in pleasure.
"Am I the best you ever had?"
"Yes!"
"Am I the biggest?"
"Yes?"
"Am I better than your husband?"
"Oh God yes, he is so close-minded, it's so boring fucking him!"
"So you started fucking other people? Does it make you feel alive as they fuck you? Do you feel pride for breaking your vows?"
"I can't help it; I am a whore, I know, please help me," she said.
"Oh I'll help you alright; I'll fuck you so hard you'll never fuck another man again." I gave her a good hard thrust when I said that.
She threw her head back and screamed in pleasure. "Oh fuck I'm cumming!"
"That's right, ride that evil out, you fucking devil slut!"
I felt her walls clench around my shaft and her body tensed. She slumped forward as she finished her orgasm.
"God that was amazing," she said.
I moved her up to help lift her off me. I was still hard; I hadn't cum yet and was still wanting to fuck.
"Shit you're still hard?" she asked looking amazed.
I smiled at her. "Yeah, I think we need to do some more exorcisms before I leave."
I pushed her back down on my cock and her eyes rolled back in her head. "Holy shit!"
"In fact, I think we should take this to the bedroom," I said.
I got up, my arms still wrapped around her, my cock still buried deep in her. She giggled and wrapped her legs tighter around my waist. Every time I took a step I slid in and out of her. When we reached the stairs I took long hard steps, making sure thrust in deeper into her. I kissed her neck and lips as I walked, savoring the taste of sweat on her skin.
By the time I reached the top of the stairs, she had came again. Her juices slid down my dick and onto the floor. I didn't care, I was here to fuck her, not clean her house.
I continued to fuck her all the way to the bedroom. When we got to the bed, I pulled out of her and laid her on the bed on her belly. I positioned myself behind her and entered her from behind. I massaged her ass cheeks as I pounded into her. With her lying down, I slid against her walls more roughly.
She moaned in pleasure and gripped her sheets and bit on them. Soon I began to feel the familiar pressure in my balls and knew I was going to cum.
"I'm cumming whore, where do you want it?" I asked.
"In my mouth, I want to taste you. The bible says it is better for a man's seed to fall in the belly of a whore than on the ground."
"Good answer!"
I pulled out and pulled her up to face my cock. She opened her mouth, knowing what was about to happen next. I pulled the condom off and gave myself a few strokes.
"Here it comes," I said.
I came, my jizz came flying out and hit her in the face. She opened her mouth and took the second volley and the third, and the fourth and the fifth in her mouth. I put the head of my cock in her mouth and gave it a good squeeze, pushing the remaining fluids out and into her waiting mouth.
She wiped her mouth, removing the cum from her face and licked it off. "Mmmm, so good," she purred.
She gave my cock a few more licks, cleaning it of any leftovers.
"I hope I didn't go overboard with the name calling," I said.
"Oh no, I loved it. My husband never calls me dirty names; he doesn't do a lot of things I would like him to." She got this sad look on her face.
"Why do you cheat on him? I mean not to pry, but doesn't he treat you well?"
"Oh he treats me wonderfully. He's a good man, a good provider. We have two children,;two little girls, both wonderful. So why cheat on him? Because it is in my nature I suppose. I was a wild child when I was growing up, I partied and had my share of men and the occasional woman. I met my husband and foolishly thought I was ready to settle down. After a few months we got married and I quickly learned of my error. Like I said, he is very conservative in the bed, he would never let me give him hand or oral, he never spanked me or anything to spice up our sex life. The most exciting thing we do is me on top. I eventually figured I made a big mistake, but by the time I figured it out, I was pregnant with our first child and it was too late to separate from him."
"Sorry for prying, I shouldn't have asked," I said feeling bad for asking her.
"It's okay. I am not proud of my adultery, but I can't help it, I try to go to him about our relationship in the bed, but he gets all defensive, saying the things I want to do are to perverse and sinful. He calls me a pervert for wanting him to do me doggy style."
He calls you a pervert?" I asked shocked.
"Like I said; he's very conservative." She sat down on the bed. "We came close to getting a divorce some time ago, I wanted more exciting sex, but he thought we would be offending God. I told him it was stupid to think that because we were married, but he refused to try it. Than one night after a major fight I went to a bar and got hammered, met an old fling at the bar and we wound up in the alley fucking like rabbits. I felt so alive, so full of passion, more so than I had in years. I went home, I expected to feel guilty for what I did, but I didn't. I didn't regret what I did one bit and I realized I did not love my husband; what I felt was affection and stupidity, a dangerous combination. I continued to have my little affairs, it gave me what I needed and soon our marriage was back on track."
"Are you happy with him?" I asked.
Her face scowled in thought. "More or less, we get along now that I started fooling around. He treats me well, brings home food for us; keeps a roof over our heads. I have two wonderful girls, they're the one thing I can not regret about marrying him. They're my little angels. I have nothing to complain about. How many women's husbands beat them or treat them like shit? How many are stuck in a crappy little apartment with no food or little clothes to wear? I have nothing to complain about, I know, but some needs are stronger than others. Sleeping with other people is the only way I can save my marriage. I know it sounds ridiculous, but a man is supposed to take care of his woman's needs, all of them. I am to blame as well; I thought I was ready to settle down, I was so wrong. You must think I am a real slut huh?" she asked.
I sat down next to her. "I don't think you're a slut. You have needs and your husband won't compromise. Some people are just more sexual than others. You think I wanted to sell myself out? I have a mother and a little brother I got to support at home, I do this for them. You made a mistake sure, but you know that if you don't do something, you and your husband will divorce and that will hurt your kids and I imagine it won't look good for his public image. You are just trying to keep your family together. What you do may be wrong morally, but when compared to what will happen if you don't do it, doesn't seem so bad."
She smiled. "Thanks for this. The fuck and the pillow talk, I really needed it. I guess I needed someone to confess my sins to. Someone I know for sure won't tell. My friends tell me it is okay. They say I am doing a good thing, but you know what friends are like, they tell you what you want to hear. Thanks for confirming what they said."
"My pleasure," I smiled.
She touched my jaw with her hand. "Damn boy, you got some nice teeth," she said.
"Thanks, you willing to go another round? I think I am going to have to give you some extra attention. You know, to help you cleanse you of your sins."
"How? You just came."
I got off the bed and kneeled in front of her. I grabbed her legs and pulled them apart, giving me a clear view of her soaking pussy. "Lie back and I will show you what heaven will be like."
She smiled and lay back down on her back. I smirked to myself, and leaned down and began to eat her forbidden fruit.
Alex's P.O.V.:
I wiped the sweat from my brow.
The sun beat down from the sky and I walked over to the truck and grabbed a bottle of water and took a few sips. Carlos had been inside for almost an hour now. Things were looking up for us; my only concern was Shrub.
I cursed dad for fooling her all those years ago. She had been a thorn in our sides ever since. I cannot blame her for being pissed with dad. The pawn shop he worked at fired him when they found out he was secretly stealing the more valuable items and selling them himself.
Shrub didn't care that they fired him; she wanted more, she wanted to make him pay. I don't see why she cared so much, she wanted to sell it. I guess finding out her ring was more valuable then what dad told her, was what set her off.
If she starts following me again it could be risky. I cannot afford for her to bust me now. Neither can Carlos, I thought what it would do to his poor mother if she lost another of her sons; one to social services, one to the big house.
We tried to get a restraining order on Shrub. She was like a stalker; constantly following us and harassing us. We tried but it never went through. Dad already had a reputation and Shrub was a well respected cop.
It had been a while since I had seen her, I had hoped she finally forgot all about dad and I, and had moved on, but I guess I was wrong. Some people hold a grudge worse than others.
I felt my phone ring and I grabbed it from my pocket. I saw from the caller I.D it was dad. "Hello?"
"Alex, hey how's it going?" dad asked.
"Good, over at a customer's house right now."
"How is the new guy doing?" he asked.
"Carlos? He's doing great, working real hard," I said.
Can having sex be defined as hard work?
"Good, I was kind of worried about hiring him on. I never had you work a job with someone else without having me there before."
"Dad I can handle myself you know; I'm not a kid," I said.
"I know, I know. I am proud of you Alex, you are a good boy, I wish I could be a better father for you. I know I dug us a deep hole this time, but I promise we'll pull through and when we do, we'll go away, take a little break, just you and me."
"That sounds nice," was all I said.
"Well, better get back to work. Call me if anything comes up, I'll see you later Alex, I love you."
"Love you to dad," I said.
I hung up and sighed. I hadn't talked to dad much lately. Partly because I was busy, partly because I was still pissed at him for what he did. I hated not talking to him, but I just couldn't bring myself to talk to him, not after what he did.
Carlos and Karen came walking out of the house, both smiling and laughing. They both had that glow from good sex and I knew right away Carlos had done his job well.
Carlos looked so handsome in his suit and with that smile on his face. Despite his poor lifestyle, it was easy to see why all the girls at school liked him. He was the poster boy for a Hispanic edition of GQ. He was the ultimate fantasy, if your tastes ran to something dark and masculine. Tall, dark and handsome, that was Carlos all right.
He had the kind of beauty that was so masculine that you could not help but look at him. I had caught men looking at him before, some were more lustful then others, some were just amazed at how good looking he was.
Mother Nature, or God or whomever you believed in, definitely gifted him in every way: looks, personality, and his package. I wonder if he ever realized how easy things could be for him. All he had to do was cock his finger at a girl and she would come running over to him. I could easily see him working for some big modeling agency and making tons and tons of money.
I had to wonder if he wasn't meant for this lifestyle, if such a thing was even possible. How could you be born looking so good and not be built to have sex?
"I have finished the job ma'am," I said to Karen.
"Thank you very much Alex. I really appreciate this. Listen, some of the girls and I are having a party for a friend of ours who is getting married. How much would it cost to have you as a dancer?" Karen asked Carlos.
Carlos looked at me, letting me do the business stuff.
"Well that depends; will you just have him for decoration or do you plan on using him?" I asked.
"Well, using I suppose," she said.
"Well the price is still the same for a lay; that means for every woman who wants to sleep with him, they have to pay the price. Also, since you will have him rented for the night, the price for that alone will be three thousand dollars. That is only for dancing," I said.
"So, if we just want him to dance we must pay three thousand dollars and for every girl that wants to fuck him, she has to pay the two thousand five hundred price?"
"Yep."
She nodded. "Sounds like a plan. I will go over it with the girls and see what they think," she said. She reached into her pocket and handed me the money for her yard and for Carlos's service.
We packed up and headed back to the shop to drop off the suit. I was pleased to see he had not gotten it stained or anything. It would have been a bitch to pay for if it got ruined.
"You know how to dance?" I asked him.
"A little, I go to parties and dance."
"You think you can handle a whole group of women to fuck?" I asked.
"Sure, sounds like fun," he smiled.
"I'm serious; there could be five or more girls, could you nail them all?"
"I can do more than just fuck them you know, I can finger them, I can give them oral. Then when I'm ready, I can just finish them off."
"I will let you know when Karen calls. So how was she?" I asked.
"Great, made her come four times."
"Shit, you've got a lot of stamina," I said amazed.
He smiled smugly.
We dropped the suit off and I drove him home. I pulled up to his house and he got out. "Well, I will see you later," I said.
"Wait, why don't you come in?" he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Come in for a while; lets hang out. I want to get to know you better, I mean you are my pimp after all," he said.
"I don't know Carlos," I said. I looked in his driveway and saw his mom's car was here.
"Dude come on, ma ma is making dinner, come join us."
"Well...alright," I said.
I parked the truck and got out and followed him to his house. I know it was stupid of me to do, but I was curious. I wanted to see what his house was like. I wanted to learn more about him as a person. I wanted to see how he acted when he was at his home and none of his friends were around.
I remember Uncle Rufus warning me not to get too close to Carlos. But I was not doing this just because I was attracted to him. Going inside could help me figure out what I had to do to get him to stick with me.
I kept on telling myself I was only doing this to learn how best to keep Carlos as my worker. I would go in for a while, learn everything I could, and use it to get closer to him so I could more easily keep him from leaving, once he had the money he needed.
But despite what I told myself, I know I was just using it as an excuse to get close to him period.
Fusedtwilight: So can Alex be both friend and pimp to Carlos? Will his feelings get in the way? Will Shrubs be a problem? Stay tuned. Next chapter Carlos continues his BDSM lessons and learns to top a woman.
