The B Girls

Jane Pepper Blows a Deal





Jane Pepper smiled until her jaw ached. If she pulled off this deal they should name her realtor of the century.

"I know it needs a little work," she said to the twenty-something bimbette. "But the location more than makes up for the need to put in new appliances." And new plumbing, electrical, heating, floors, ceilings . . . In reality whoever bought the place would be better off burning the damn house down and starting over. "I mean, who could pass up a chance to live a block away from the Governor's mansion?"

The bimbette rubbed her surgically enhanced tits against her husband's arm. "I really want to live by the Governor, Timmy. Can't we please have the house?" She leaned in and whispered something in his ear.

Jane watched Timmy turn a fascinating shade of red and hoped he wouldn't have a heart attack before the closing. It wasn't looking good right that second. The man was nearly sixty. Not a young sixty, more like an eighty pounds overweight, heavy drinking, high cholesterol sixty.

Jane figured when all his blood started rushing to his dick, his heart didn't have an easy time keeping up. And right now, whatever Missy had whispered in his ear seemed to have given him a pretty good stiffy.

Time to push for the close of the deal. With any luck his brain was as blood deprived as his heart.

"You're not going to find another property like this," Jane said. That, at least was the truth.

"Please, Timmy?"

Timmy continued to hesitate.

Jane tapped her Manolo clad toe and drummed her perfectly manicured nails silently against her lemon colored silk skirt praying for patience.

Her cell emitted a discreet chirp calling for her attention and giving her a reprieve from the Missy and Timmy show. She glanced at the display. Lucy. "Could you excuse me for a minute? I need to take this."

The mismatched couple nodded and Jane walked away a few steps, turning her back to them as she answered.

"Gree lef meee."

"Lucy? Are you okay? You sound drunk."

There were more mumbled words and splashing in the background.

"Lucy what's going on?"

"Nawt Bellll."

"No, this is Jane. Lucy, what--"

The line went dead. Shit.

Had she said Gary left her?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

That's exactly what those first slurred words had been.

She scrolled to Mae Taylor's number and hit the dial button.

"I don't have time to talk," she said when Mae answered. "Lucy just called and she's in bad shape. Gary left her. She sounded very drunk and I heard splashing. You need to get over there and make sure she's not drowning or dying of alcohol poisoning. I'll get there as soon as I can."

Mae said she was on her way out the door.

Jane hung up and turned around in time to see Missy rub up against Timmy again. Watched her lean in for a little more whispering of obscene nothings. Missy was one determined trophy wife.

No doubt Timmy had walked out on the first Mrs. Spaulding in order to marry Missy. Just the way Gary had walked out on Lucy.

Anger painted hot streaks of red up Jane's knife-edged cheekbones and the tips of her nails scored temporary half-moons into her palms.

Without warning, something inside her broke loose and started bouncing around like a pinball careening off those rubber bumpers.

Jane tried to resist the evil impulse, she really did. She tried to think about the commission. She tried to think about being unemployed.

She didn't succeed.

"For God's sake Timmy just tell Missy how many blow jobs it's going to cost her to live near the Governor so she can agree and we can all go home."