MUD WAS SITTING at his desk, getting a blow job, when his cell phone rang. He reached over and grabbed it. “Keep going,” he said to the blonde, April, who was on her knees. “This shouldn’t take long.”
She smiled up at him.
“The shipment is on the way,” said Skull.
“Good. Any problems?”
“Almost, but we handled it.”
He sucked in his breath as the girl’s head bobbed faster. “Explain,” he said, sliding his hand into her mass of platinum blonde curls. One thing about April – she looked and sucked like a porno star.
“Let’s just say that we have two. One who we picked up at his house and the other, we picked up at a different address.”
“He has two?”
“Not really. It’s complicated,” answered Skull, sounding amused. “What’s happening on your end of the phone, Mud? Sounds like I’m interruptin
