When he came out he noticed the couple was gone. In the parking lot the two were standing by the open door on the passenger side of a fairly new black...Escalade, and the argument appeared to be continuing. She had covered her shoulders with a denim jacket with some intricate embroidery on it. The man was a tall, thin Latino with slicked back black hair wearing an expensive gray suit and was probably twice the woman’s age. She stood facing him with hand on hips shaking her head, “Enrique, no. But I can get head anytime I want, and your sister is the best cocksucker I’ve ever had. That’s not what you’re going to give me, slut.”Mike moaned softly, more of a whine, it was a noise of anticipation and frustration and dread. Because in this particular moment he knew Bryce was right. He did need it, that beautiful cock that he could still taste. And now Bryce was on the bed with him, now he was on top of him, pinning him down. Bryce’s thick hands were running down Mike’s slender arms, now. "I have to tell my cousin" she said, went to the table and came back with her purse. "Let's go outside."We left the place and walked a bit along the streets, side by side. Suddenly she stopped. "Listen, I am not ready for a new boyfriend. But I like you, and I would like us to be together tonight." So what are we going to do?" I asked."I don't know, but I have to be back at this club before they close. When do they close?" 2 a.m." I said. "Why not drive around a bit?" Okay" was her reply, and. I wonder if, probably not, he could get health insurance for his whores. They could see a people doctor, have appropriate meds prescribed. Even go to the hospital if it turned into pneumonia or something like that.Or maybe the Oasis Challenge is too much on my mind these days.I watched, without it quite registering, as the blowjob continued.Harold said, “Whatchu thinkin’ Winter?”“Health insurance. For your kids. I’ll look into it.”“Better not cost too much.”“Bye Harold.”The pink-haired head.