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Jerome, uh, Jerome asked me if I would let him use my special talents, that he really needed my talents. Said that if I was good enough, he would mentor me, teach me how to get the most out of my talents. Said that if I was willing I could really profit by it. Christ, dad, I thought he was talking about my legal talents, my writing, being in court, getting a reputation as a goddamned good criminal defense lawyer. And, and, well, we needed the money that getting the partnership would bring. Diane, well, you know how women are, dad, Diane likes to shop. And she's got good taste. Expensive fucking taste.
Yeah, so I sound bitter, so fucking what. I wouldn't be in this mess if wasn't for my bitch wife and her expensive goddamn spending. So I said yes. He got this big smile on his face and looked down at me and asked if he could use my talents right then. I kind of stuttered the 'yes' and then asked which talent he wanted to use. He smiled even wider and then, well, he cupped my chin in his right hand and ran his thumb over my lips. 'This talent,' he said. My mouth dropped open.
He ran his thumb all the way around my lips. And I, well, I just fucking let him. I was so much in shock I just stood there. He rested his thumb on my lip, told me to close my mouth, to suck it in.
I, well, I did. And then he began moving his thumb in and out, not all the way, telling me to use my tongue, to watch my teeth, his voice, well, fucking hypnotizing me or something.
"Very good, Alan," he said. "I was sure you'd have the talent, the natural instinct. You'll be very good once you're trained."
He wasn't holding me tight. I jerked my head back, took a step back as well. I asked him what he meant by "trained."
"How to properly suck a nigger dick, Alan, a very big nigger dick." And then he laughed. "Come on, Alan, do you really believe I don't know what my associates think? And even say when they figure no one is listening except someone of like mind?"
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