Billy Howard had never felt so low or so desperate in his life. At twenty he was without a job and if something didn't happen soon he and his wife would be out of a place to live. On top of all that the mechanic at the garage was holding his car for payment on repairs.

"Without that fucking car, how can I find a fucking job?" he shouted to the sky. His rants caused an older couple to pick up their pace to get away from him.

He made the six blocks walk to his apartment feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He found himself hoping that his wife Jenny had found some work.

"Did you get your car?' she asked anxiously when he entered the apartment. It was a rat hole but it was better than nothing.

"No, that black cocksucker wouldn't let me have it until I pay all the five hundred dollars," He said miserably. "I hope you had better luck than I did."

"You can hope but it does no good. I didn't find anything. What are we going to do, Billy?"

"I don't know," he answered.

"Maybe if I went to the garage I could get the car," she said.

"That tight-fisted mother fucker won't let you have it, Jen," he said. "He just wants his money for the repairs. Without the fucking car, we can't even get out of town."

"It's worth a try," Jen said. "Maybe I can sweet-talk him."

"I got a feeling you would have to do more than sweet-talk that black son of a bitch." Billy said.

"Like what? Give him a blow-job?" she asked. "Hell, I can gobble his goober if that's what it takes. Why don't I change into something sexy and give it a try?"

"What if he wants more than head?" Billy asked his wife of less than a year.

"Then I'll do whatever it takes to get our car, Billy," she said. "We have to have it."

Fifteen minutes later Billy watched Jenny leave the apartment. He fought back the sick hollow feeling that came on him. Jen was wearing a pair of short shorts and a halter top without a bra. Her large boobs giggled as she walked. At age nineteen Jenny Howard was a lot of woman.

***

"Hello," Jenny said entering the garage. "Is the manager around?" she asked one of the two black mechanics. She smiled at him as he took a second look at her hard body. She was used to men looking at her in that way and she always enjoyed it.

"Yeah," the man said then yelled. "Hey Al! Some white chick is out here looking for you!"

"Help you?" a huge black man said coming out of a back room. He was wiping his hands on a red cloth.

"I'm Jenny Howard," she said holding out her dainty hand. He took it in his big hand causing her hand to disappear. "I came to see if I could talk you into giving us our car so we could find a job to pay you."

"You got five hundred dollars?" the big man asked giving her an appraising once over.

"No," she admitted. "Maybe I could do you a favor or something. We really need the car."

"What kind of favor?" he asked her. Jenny was aware the other two men had stopped working to listen to the conversation. "You planning on giving me five hundred dollars' worth of pussy?"

"I was thinking maybe a blow-job," Jenny said suddenly realizing her plan wasn't very good.

"I can get a blow-job for twenty bucks on almost any street corner in town," Al said. "I do like white pussy so maybe we can work something out. How much do you think your cunt is worth?"

"My husband thinks it's priceless," Jenny said trying to remain composed.

"Yeah, I'll just bet he does," the big mechanic said with a laugh. "Just so you know there is no such thing as priceless pussy. They all got a price. I know a white ho that charges fifty dollars for a suck and fuck. Sometimes she will even give a brother a freebie if he's got a big cock. You like a big cock, sister?"

"Look, Mister," Jenny said now feeling vulnerable and uncomfortable. "I don't want to pay off the repair bill. I just want the car long enough to find us some work. We will pay all the money just as soon as we get work."

"And I believe every word of it," he said with a sneer. "I want five hundred dollars or five hundred dollars' worth of fine white gash. That means me and my two employees will fuck you two or three times each. You'll give up some pussy and some ass. You like it up your shitter?"

Jenny whirled and ran from the garage and didn't stop until she reached the apartment. Billy listened while she breathlessly told him what the man had said.

"Dammit, Jen," Billy said. "I wish you had agreed to it. We need that damned car."

"You want me to have sex with niggers?" she said.

"No, but it wouldn't be the first time you've had a black dick in you. You did Dylan before he went off to war."

"That was different, Billy," she said angrily. "Dylan was a friend of yours and he was going off to Afghanistan or somewhere. Besides," she added. "Dylan was nice and that man ain't nice at all."

"Did you see our car?" he asked. "Is it inside or in the lot?"

"It's inside," she said. "You can't get to it. I thought of that and it won't work. What are we going to do, Billy?"

"Can you do it?" he asked her. "I mean can you fuck them?"

"Of course I can do it," she said. "Do you want me to?"

"It's the only way I can see," Billy said sadly. "I'll go downstairs and use the manager's phone to call and tell him you are willing. I'm sorry, Jen. I really am."

Billy left her and was back in less than ten minutes. Jen asked him what happened.

"It's on for tonight," Billy said hanging his head. "They are coming here. Al said for you to shower and smell pretty for his nigger cock. He said to make sure your pussy is shaved clean. He said he didn't want no pussy hair in his teeth."