Page 10 of Acid

I scrunch up my face at the thought. “I do not need to hear about some woman sucking on your hairless balls. Jesus brother, just man scape like the rest of us. The only guys that get that shit done are porn stars or rent boys.”

He shakes his head. “It’s good. Remember when that bunny gave a prospect crabs?” he asks.

I nod. “Well, I didn’t get any crabs, because it’s like fucking silk down there,” he says, thrusting his hips and gesturing to his cock.

“That’s because she sucked you off. You didn’t fuck her,” I point out. “I’m done with this conversation now,” I state as I fight back the urge to gag.

Scar smirks as he looks across to the entrance. “Hold up, milf alert.” He winks.

I get up off the floor and wipe my hands on an old rag. Rhea smiles as she approaches. “What can I do for you?” I ask.

“I’m bored,” she complains.

“Okay, what do you want me to do about it?” I ask.

She sighs. “I need to work. I can’t just sit around doing nothing. It’s driving me insane. I’ve got Oliver into a school, and if we are going to have our own place, then I need to work. I need to earn money. Is there anything around here that I can do?” she asks, looking around.

“Unless you want to become a bunny, there ain’t a lot,” Scar adds.

“A bunny?” she asks, confused.

“Shut the fuck up, Scar,” I state, not elaborating.

“I could have a word with Ghost, see what he says, or if he knows of anything going. Although you should still be taking it easy,” I point out.

She rolls her eyes. “I’m a woman, and I am a mother. Normal recovery times don’t apply to us,” she argues.

“That so? Alright, so what skills have you got, and I will pass it on to Ghost,” I question, folding my arms across my chest.

She nibbles her bottom lip. “Er, I worked in the bar, I have excellent organisation skills, and I can multitask.” She pauses for moment, “Er, I’m a hard worker. I like a challenge, and I have great people skills.” She beams.

“Erm, that last one’s debatable,” I tease. She thumps me in the arm.

Scar steps forward and drapes his arm over her shoulders. “Don’t worry darlin’, we will find you something. Won’t we, Acid?” Scar states, smiling.

I give him a warning look. “Where is Olly now?” I ask.

“He is currently helping Star and Josie take care of the little ones.” She smiles. “What if I made you some lunch?” she offers.

I look up at the clock. “Rhea, it’s 10:30 in the morning,” I point out.

She huffs. “I’m sorry. I just can’t stand not doing anything. I tried to help look after the babies, but because I grunted lifting Enzo, Star ordered me to rest and not pick up the babies. You are all doing your thing. I even offered to do the laundry, but Queenie said that they pay a company to do that, as no one should touch your bedsheets.” She snorts.

“Don’t listen to Queenie darlin’, she’s just mad because one time I had a few girls round for the night.” Scar shrugs.

“She said she had to burn your sheets,” I remind him.

Scar smiles. “I can’t help it. I’m not a selfish lover. If their having a good time, then so am I.”

Rhea looks up at Scar, her nose scrunched up. “What did you get on the sheets to make them that bad?” she asks, clearly not getting it.

“Rhea.” I laugh.

She looks at me. “What?” She shrugs.

“I don’t need give you a talk on the birds and the bees. You have a kid,” Scar points out.

Rhea rolls her eyes. “I know how to make a baby obviously, but what where you doing to create such a mess? I mean, apart from you know, your...” She pauses, making ejaculate noises while flicking her fingers in and out.

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