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Movie night at the Price house was going surprisingly smooth – the microwave not exploding after making several bags of popcorn, Chloe’s step-father not yelling about the volume since he along with her mother were out for the evening, and Max Caulfield only pausing the film twice to gush about the cinematography, lighting and whatever else caught her photographer’s eye. When she left to go to the bathroom, Chloe slumped back on the couch with a groan.
“Dude, I sweat, Frank’s got a calculator wired to my soul or some shit,” Chloe mutters. Dressed in a white slightly worn and loose black tank top, dark skinny jeans and boots she looks rather depressed, “Every time I think I’m close to paying him off… he comes up with more ‘late fees’ bullshit...”
Warren Graham, wearing a Pac-Man graphic t-shirt a, slim-fit jeans and sneakers, is halfway through a handful of popcorn while he sits on the floor in front of the couch. “Well, there’s always sex work…” He joked, clearly trying to lighten the mood even as he winces preemptively as if expecting to get hit punched. “I mean, plenty of guys would pay a fortune to sleep with you…” He continues while bracing himself.
Chloe just blinks as she thinks for a long moment, as if she was considering the suggestion, “Hell, that’s a not a totally bad idea…”
Warren gawks at her, “Wait. No. Chloe. That was a joke. A JOKE!”
Chloe shrugs her shoulders, “Yeah, well, so is my bank account.” She leans forward, elbows on her knees, narrows her eyes while weighing her options. “So… what kind dollar amount were you thinking?” She asks just as he puts more popcorn in his mouth when he thinks the conversation was over, causing him to choke.
“What? None! Zero! Negative numbers! Can we talk about anything else… quantum physics? The weather? Max’s obsession with Polaroid Cameras?”
Chloe smirks, “Nope. You opened this door, so walk through it. How much?”
Feeling cornered and in a panic, Warren blurts out, “I don’t know, a hundred?”
Chloe raises an eyebrow, “That’s it?”
The color drains from Warren’s face, “Two hundred!” His voice cracks.
Chloe nods thoughtfully as she considers everything while doing some mental math based on how much she owes Frank, “Cool. You got two hundred on you right now?”
Warren’s eyes nearly pop out of his head as he wishes he was anywhere else but there at that moment, “No, I…” he trails off, breathing a sight of relief as Max returns from the restroom, “Max! Thank god!”
Max raises an eyebrow, giving him an odd smile before she sits down, “What did I miss?” She asks just as Chloe hops to her feet.
“Snack run! Warren’s buying!” Chloe declares as she leans down to grab him by the arm, hauling him to his feet and towards the door.
“What? Chloe!” Warren sputters while Max just blinks and watches them with a confused yet amused expression.
“Uh… okay? Bring back gummy worms,” Max says as she turns her attention to the television when they reach the door.
“If Warren survives, sure!” Chloe grins as grabs the keys for her truck from the bowl on the table near the front door.
* * *
Chloe sits in the driver’s seat of her battered blue-and-rust pickup, which under the flickering streetlight of the empty parking lot looks almost dramatic with its numerous dents and faded paint. Inside its cab, the usual chaos of torn seats, scattered receipts, and the faint smell of fast food and grease. She drums her fingers against the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the only 24/7 convenience store in Arcadia Bay that has an ATM, wondering what Warren would do, come back straight away after taking money out to see if she was serious, or would he actually just buy snacks in the hope that she was joking. Either way, she was ready, with a smirk on her lips to see which version returned.
Warren exits the store and walks towards Chloe’s truck as if he was a man heading to his own execution. In one hand, a plastic bag filled with various snacks, while his other hand is in his jeans pocket as if wanting to keep the contents from escaping.. As she watches him, her smirks grows as he gets closer and approaches the passenger side. Once he opens the door and gets in, he sets the plastic bag on the dash. “So… uh, Max wanted gummy worms… and I figured… you know… just in case…” He says as he takes two hundred dollars in the form of five twenty-dollar bills out of his pocket to hand to her.
Chloe looks down at the cash in her hand then bursts out laughing, “You actually did both?! You hit the ATM and bought snacks?!”
Warren stiffened. “I’m just… being responsible… and helpful… and normal… totally normal about this…”
“Uh-huh… sure…” Chloe chuckles with a wolfish grin on her face, “Super normal to just make sure all your basis are covered because you can’t tell if I’m fucking with you or not.”
Warren swallows hard, “I mean… yeah… obviously. I knew you were joking…”
Chloe raises an eyebrow, “Well newsflash… I was serious… cause I’m not going to be in debt to you because you just gave me some cash when I need it...” She says, taking a deep breath as if mentally preparing herself, “So get your dick out already.”
Warren freezes as he stares blankly for several moments before looking at her, “You’re… not joking.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Chloe replies, narrowing her eyes as she proceeds to stuff the money into her jeans pocket, “You’ve already paid…. No refunds.” Warren just nods his head as he proceeds to undo his jeans, lifting his hips from the truck’s seat in order to push them along with his boxer briefs from his waist and towards his knees. Her gaze becomes fixated on his now exposed cock, gawking at it because it’s a lot bigger than she would’ve assumed before noticing the size of his balls. “Well no wonder you had the nuts to tell me to whore myself…” She mutters as she turns fully on the seat and leans over, firmly grabbing his shaft with her left hand while her right arm is bent to brace herself.
“Ah… easy…” Warren gasps as Chloe begins to jerk his dick with rough motions. She grumbles slightly, adjusting her approach to stroke his tool, leaning over his left thigh to spit on the tip adding a bit of lubricant. Without warning, she lowers her head and wraps her lips around the head of his cock, recklessly taking a couple of inches into her mouth as she starts to bob her head. Her movements are awkward with no real skill as if she was trying to remember something she saw in a porno as she swirls her tongue around the crown each time she raises her head. “Aw shit… ah…” Warren groans as Chloe takes as much as she can before she gags, pulling her head up with saliva dripping from her mouth mouth.
“Fuck… I can’t take all of this… but it’s for two hundred bucks…” Chloe grumbles, clearly frustrated as she engulfs his dong again with her mouth, leaning further over his left leg as she sucks and slurps as hard as she can on his manhood. She flinches for a moment when she feels his left arm resting on her back with his hand pressing on the back of her blue haired head but does not stop, instead she quickens her pace, causing him to writhe on the seat.
“Ah… fuck… so much better than Max…” Warren groans, tilting his head back, his comment filling Chloe with a bit of pride. Sure she was a lesbian and sucking dick was certainly not something she had on her agenda for the day, but hearing she was better than her best friend had its appeal. Removing her left hand from his dick as she makes another attempt to take as much of him into her mouth as possible, she undoes her own jeans and nudges them from her slender hips and down her long legs. “Shit… no panties?” Warren asks when he notices what she is doing, prompting her to pull her head up.
“Only gets in the way…” Chloe snaps at him, sitting up as she kicks her boots off one at a time so that she can lift her legs out of her jeans. She pulls her tank top up over her head and tosses it town into the driver’s side foot-well with the rest of her clothes then shifts on the seat to straddle his lap.
“Fuck…” Warren mutters, his eyes wide as she places her hands on top of the seat’s backrest, her knees on either side of his thighs and her pussy above his cock. She clenches her teeth before she lowers herself down onto his shaft, grimaces when she feels his bell-end against her folds then does everything she can to keep herself from moaning as she impales herself on him. “Oh shit…” Warren gasps, his hands finding their way to her hips and pulling her downward while thrusting up at the same time.
“Fucker!” Chloe cries out, wiggling her hips as she feels her snatch stretching to accommodate his length and thickness of his cock, feeling his hands move from her hips to grab her ass. Awkwardly, she begins to ride his dick, grinding herself on it while moving up and down as he thrusts upward into her, the cheap, worn seat springs squeaking loudly as an odd yet fitting accompaniment. “Fuck… god damn… first time… I do this… and you just… had to have a big cock…” She grumbles, her fingers digging into the top of the seat as she leans forward, pressing her firm, perky tits against Warren’s face as she begins to find a rhythm of bouncing on his dick that works for her. “Just… my fucking luck…”
“Best… two hundred… dollars… I’ve spent…” Warren grunts as he rubs his face against Chloe’s tits as he keeps pushing up to meet her downward motion while trying to kick his sneakers off in order to lift his legs out of his jeans and boxer briefs. As soon as he succeeds, he turns to his left and lays her down on the seat, drawing his legs up onto it while he begins to hammers her pussy with rather firm and brisk strokes.
“Oh… oh fuck… ah… ah hey… ah… aw!” Chloe gasp, arching her back up from her truck’s worn seat, hooking her right leg around his waist while her left leg dangles off of the front. She grits her teeth as he pummels her pussy, feeling the head of his dick striking deep within her love canal as she squirms beneath him. She places her hands on his shoulders when he leans forward plant his heads in the narrow spaces of the seat by her head as he lays into her with surprising vigor.
“Ah… god damn… Chloe…” Warren groans as he slams into her, seeing her face contort into a mix of discomfort, regret and reluctant enjoyment as he drives into her over and over again. He grins dumbly at seeing the rebellious blue haired punk writhing underneath himself, thanking his own luck that she took his joking suggestion seriously.
“Aw… oh shit… come on fuck me harder…” Chloe hisses, gripping the material of his t-shirt as he continues to pound her, bucking her hips upward to meet his thrusts, “You… you fucking paid for this… get your damned money’s worth…” Warren does not need to be told twice, shifting his weight so that he can keep himself propped up using just his left arm while moving his right hand between them to find her clit, rubbing it as he pistons in and out of her tight, wet cunt. “Oh… oh shit! Fucking really?!” Chloe squeals, not at all expecting the extra stimulation as she gets fucked in her own damn truck by one of the dorkiest people she has ever met. “Oh shit… oh fuck… oh god damn it!” She shudders as her pussy spasms around his dick, her eyes rolling back as she begins to cum, arching her back sharply she tightens her right leg around him as much as possible while pulling on his shirt.
“Mm damn… ah… turn over…” Warren pants heavily, slowly down and pulling out of her as his cock from her slit, his member coated with her cunt cream. Chest heaving, Chloe stares up at the truck’s ceiling wondering what the hell just happened before just nodding her head and clumsily turning over onto her stomach.
“Of course there would be enough room in here for my bony ass to get fucked…” Chloe mutters to herself, cursing her misfortune for her truck’s cab to be as spacious as it was it was. She considers just staring out the driver’s side window, but instead glances back over her shoulders, seeing Warren spitting on the palm of his hand and stroking his cock, realizing he took her remark as a request. “How the hell does a dork like you know about anal?!”
“Watched a lot of porn…” Warren replies, his response making her wonder how true that was when he presses his dick between her rear cheeks.
“Fuck!” Chloe hangs her blue haired head, clenching her eyes shut as Warren pushes into her asshole. She digs her fingers into the worn seat as he forces inch after inch into her rear cavity, gasping when she feels his hips pressing against her backside. As he grabs her hips, he leans forward to keep his head from banging the top of the truck’s cab as he begins to pump in and out of her anus, his balls smacking against her rump with every inward push.
“Oh… oh fuck… god damn it!” Chloe gasps, biting her lower lip as Warren gradually picks up the speed as the springs within the seat squeak loudly as he pounds her from behind. She does her best to keep herself from moaning even as she pushes her ass back against him. He grunts as he moves an arm to wrap around her upper body, pulling her up slightly while he continues to rail her, his head near her right shoulder.
“Ah… aw… ah… so fucking tight…” Warren groans as he fucks her as fast as hard as he can.
“Ah… ah shut up… just… fuck me… you paid for this…” Chloe grumbles, panting heavily and loudly as her asshole has stretched around his cock. Warren does exactly that, slamming into her ass while she bucks against him, feeling her anus clenching around his cock. “Ah… ah fuck… damn it… gonna… make me… cum… from just… fucking my ass?” She cries out, her arms buckling as she trembles when as the anal induced orgasm hits her. As she shakes, her vision blurs as she buriesh er face against the seat, muffling her moans at the fucked-up absurdity that Warren made her cum twice ping-pongs around in her mind.
“Aw… aw… fuck… ah… gonna…cum…” Warren warns, pulling out of her ass suddenly and stroking his dick for a few brief moments. Strings of jizz shoot from his cock-head, the first reaching a fair way up her spine, the second and third landing on her lower back while the remainder splashes on her backside. Ha turns flops backward, his back against the interior of the passenger door, breathing hard while Chloe winces from what she did. She just got fucked for money. She ached physically and mentally, her pride not wanting to admit she liked part of it. She reaches behind herself with her right hand, swiping up some of the mess on her ass, then brings her fingers towards her face as she shifts on the seat to sit up.
“Fuck…” Chloe grumbles, looking at the jism on her fingers before licking them clean, recoiling at the taste at first but pushing through as if resigning herself to a course of action before looking over at Warren. “Know anyone that would be interested in paying to fuck my punk ass?”
* * *
Meanwhile back at the Price house, Max lays on the couch in the living room as the credits roll for the movie that she, Warren and Chloe was watching before the other two left. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and checks it for any text messages.
“Okay… how long does it take to buy snacks? It’s not like gummy worms are seasonal…” Max says to herself as she sits up. “Maybe they got abducted by aliens… or something…” She says before a smirk forms on her face, “Or maybe they hooked up?” She lets that thought linger for a few seconds then snorts with laughter. “Yeah right… Chloe Price hooking up with Warren Graham… that’s not even possible in fan-fiction… not even if someone was dared to write it… Chloe’s a lesbian… she’d sooner make out with a cactus then Warren…”
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