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her finger, drawing it across her mouth.
     
    Donnell flared his nostrils once and then sniffed the air. He gazed around the room, even turning his body in the chair, as if he were trying to locate something. Perhaps, Joe thought, he was trying to ascertain the origin of a certain burning smell.
     
    Cutter rose from the couch, his cock dipping crazily in front of him. Veronica sat back on her heels. She tilted her head up, shook the hair from her face.
     
    She waited.
     
    Joe turned in his chair to watch the scene unfold, a thin smile on his face. The burning odor was strong now and his own excitement was fast becoming an issue: he could feel a dull ache in his balls, and he seriously considered going into the bathroom to masturbate, the better to get through the rest of the night. He had business to finish.
     
    “Close your mouth, child,” Cutter said, his voice husky. He slowly stroked his cock. Veronica licked her lips. Closed her eyes. Smiled.
     
    Cutter pulled his fist to the base of his cock and then thrust his hips forward. He froze for a minute, with his dick sticking straight out before him, his ass cheeks and abdomen clenched. And then Cutter groaned, and his cock spat milky white cum onto Veronica’s chin. Another glop followed, landing on her forehead, a long white tail streaming back into her silky hair. More landed on her cheek, some pooled in her eyes.
     
    “Don’t open your eyes,” Cutter chuckled.
     
    He groaned and continued to pump his cock, his big palm cupping Veronica’s head. She giggled, squirming on her knees with her eyes closed.
     
    Joe turned to Donnell. For a brief moment, both men considered one another from across the table. Joe smiled sadly. Rubbing his face, Joe shifted in his chair, and then he turned his attention back to the girl. Donnell knit his brow and stared hard at Joe’s profile, as if trying to read the big man’s mind.
     
    Veronica’s face was a mess. Cutter sighed and wrapped his cock in her long silky hair. When she realized he was using her hair to dry his cock, she grinned and pummeled his thick thighs in mock protest.
     
    Striking a lusty pose, Veronica turned toward Donnell. She kept her eyes closed, her lips pressed together, the better to keep the pungent taste of cum from her mouth. With her eyes closed, she couldn’t notice that Donnell was unable to enjoy her little show—the spectacle for which he’d so generously paid.
     
    In fact, Donnell wasn’t looking at her at all. Rubbing the keys to his newly purchased home between slender fingers, Donnell stared hard at his realtor. Donnell wore the expression of a man who wasn’t quite sure if he’d received a bargain or paid too dear a price.
     

     

     

III
     
    Joe watched Veronica come out of the bathroom, her face freshly scrubbed. Smiling. She and the remaining lieutenant were alone in the room with the mattress. All the others were gone to other rooms, other business. The boy grinned at her from the couch, his gold cap gleaming. Cutter was cleaning up his work area. He spoke with Donnell in hushed whispers. The other boy was in the kitchen eating cereal. Veronica nervously touched her face. She suddenly looked self-conscious. Vulnerable. She was the only one in the house still nude.
     
    Her shoulders shuddered and she hugged herself.
     
    The boy came for her. He put his arm around her shoulders and walked her toward the mattress. She nervously tried to look around him, trying to catch Cutter’s eye, but Cutter wasn’t looking at her. He had moved on. He was done with her. Joe heard Veronica sigh—a soft, disappointed moan. Her mouth fell open. She knew the clout of spectacle and now she was learning the other side of that coin: exhibition itself was a fleeting power, a fool’s gold.
     
    She stood by the mattress with the boy. He was explaining something to her.
     
    He grinned, his gold cap gleaming in his mouth as he spoke. She looked at him dully, as if she couldn’t make out any