Looking at this section, I didn't find anything that I'd find useful but Quinn was dead set on taking ho the leather whip she picked up—and I'm gonna be a little honest here—I was both scared and aroused from hearing the whip break the sound barrier multiple tis as Quinn was practice-swinging it.
She was making the whole thing look so easy but I did need a few tries to perfect it and rember the sensation when she made take a crack at it.
"Oh? You learn quick, huh?"
"Kaley does too, but our heads are still wired differently."
"Pfft… That's pretty obvious, but what do you think? Do you want to give you an intro to chains and whips in the bedroom? I'll be gentle… at first…"
I chuckled and shook my head as I moved a step away, "We could but if we start ball-busting, I'm fucking out."
"What?! That's the best part! For , at least…"
"I still wanna have kids and getting my balls crushed in a vice or under your feet doesn't sound like a good ti… So people are into it but I'm not."
"Hmm~ I get it, sure. But what while we're on the subject, how about ?"
"Hmm? What do you an?"
Quinn looked away for a mont before turning back to with a slight blush, "I'm pretty sure you're gonna make lots with Kaley but what about ? You know, Sal did say we had to repopulate one way or a-another and umm… that d-doesn't necessarily an it should co from a random guy… You get what I'm saying? I don't wanna cut in line or a-anything but I ca first before Edith at least, right?"
"You an—"
She rolled her eyes before she glared at cutely, "Yeah! That's what I an! I don't know what Kaley's gonna say but I wanna have a kid or two, y'know?! And I'm older than all of you, what if I lose the ability to—"
"You can have your eggs frozen—"
"Dipshit, why don't you just whip out your cock and we do it the normal way?! That's way~ fucking easier! And way~ more fun too! C'mon! W-What do you think?! Y-You like t-too, right?!"
'She looks so fucking cute…'
I tried to maintain a stoic expression as I scratched the side of my cheek, "That's…"
"Fine! Forget I said anything—"
"Quinn. I'm not entirely against it and I'm very, very, very much flattered by considering but we should have an open discussion for this—"
"Blah~ Blah~ Blah~ Hearing you say that you're not against it is already good for ! As soon as all the shit I'm supposed to do at the mont is done, trust , you'd look worse than Mauro every ti Elsa had her way with him…"
I jokingly rolled my eyes, "That's so big words there… Sure~ Tell those words again every ti you looked so panicked when I still haven't had enough—"
Then Quinn suddenly leaned in with a threatening aura, "Bitch, I barely do any cardio! What do you think's gonna happen when I started doing that plus us having sex every single night we could?!"
"Won't your tits sag and you'd look like a dried—"
"YOU SON OF A BITCH— I WAS JUST— ARGH!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EASY! EASY! I WAS JUST JOKING—"
"JOKING MY ASS! One of these days I'll fucking bend you down and make you call mommy while I'm fucking your little ass!"
"Again~ Those are so big words coming from— And how could you get pregnant from that? I'm not a fucking seahorse! You see, contrary to the norm, male seahorses are—"
"YOU! I KNOW HOW SEASHORSES WORK! YOU DO KNOW THAT YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT COULD TALK THIS WAY TO , RIGHT?! DON'T TALK TO LIKE I'M AN IDIOT!"
"I'm not, I'm not~ And I'll take advantage of it as much as I can~ Wanna check the other storage units?"
"ARGH! F-Fine…"
With that said, we perused everything we could while the others continued to haggle about sothing that was already free—but we did find a few items worthy of making a proper purchase—and we brought all of them to Jonathan who was sohow giving the two more free shit besides the luxury supercar.
"Hold on, hold— I said HOLD ON! I'm already giving this car basically for free and you also want that differential, that set of tires, that subwoofer, and that old radio?! C'mon guys! Don't bleed dry—" then he stopped his spiel as he turned to us, "Oh? You picked that stuff? You can have them for free—"
Logan instantly erupted, "WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?! WE'VE BEEN AT IT FOR 30 MINUTES AND THEY JUST DROPPED IN AND YOU GIVE THEM SHIT FOR FREE?! WHAT GIVES?!"
Jonathan looked at Logan like an idiot, "First of all, you almost killed but he saved . Secondly, I owed him big, big~ ti even before you ca here, and third: I don't wanna bring this up but did you forget the ti when you joined the Cock-Arena of Ti?!"
I had to do a double-take, "The wut?"
Jesus was losing his shit as he gave an answer, "That's what he calls the ga we saw last ti… You know, with Kuzma? Cockfighting and shit? He calls it that… The Legend of Kuzma: Cock-Arena of Ti… Current champion gets the naming rights… Probably still Kuzma at this point…"
Logan waved us off, "Hold on, hold on, I won that shit before! What's fucking—"
"YOU CHEATED, YOU CHEATER! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BLOW EACH OTHER— I AN, EXCHANGE BLOWS IN THE BEGINNING! YOU STRAIGHT-UP BLEW THE GUY— I AN, STRUCK FIRST WITHOUT GETTING BLOWN— I AN, GET HIT! DO YOU REMBER?!"
'I swear he's fucking doing it on purpose…'
Logan was about to commit bloody murder again from the slander, "YOU'RE DOING THAT SHIT ON PURPOSE! FUCK IT, HOW MUCH IS ALL OF THOSE SHIT ANYWAY?! I'LL PAY WHATEVER THE FUCK IT IS AND MOVE ON!"
"Three-fiddy?"
"THREE-FIDDY WHAT?! CASH DON'T WORK ANYMORE, THAT SHIT COULD BE ANYTHING!"
Quinn interjected, "It's always gas. Is that it? D'you want 350 gallons of fuel?"
Jonathan nodded vehently, "YES! But everything should co out from HIS pocket! That's the deal! Three-fiddy gallons of fuel or—"
"Or we just let Dave drop in for a bit—"
"Hah! You think I'm scared of him?! W-Well, I do, but… I'll die on this fucking hill— storage unit, whatever if I'm gonna let that guy get the best of ! Deal or no deal!"
I drooped my head low before I looked at them exasperatedly, "This… This is what you've been going back and forth on for thirty minutes?"
Allie answered from the table behind, swinging her feet, "Yep! It's still funny tho!"
Logan just about had it, "Fine! I don't have that much on my truck but I'll give you 500 total but you have to pick it up or wait for Jesus to visit again—"
Jonathan never smiled so wide, "I'll be in the next ga night of Mr. Cuervo," then he turned to , "Right?"
I nodded, "Consider yourself a VIP."
"Fuck it!" Logan rolled his eyes as he spat on his palm, "Shake on it!"
Jonathan did the sa thing and sealed the deal with a tight handshake while wearing an evil smirk, "My hands were in my ass earlier—"
"EW! WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"LET GO, YOU FUCKING PERVERT! STOP SMOOSHING IT IN! I'LL FUCKING KILL YA!"
"THANKS FOR THE PURCHASE~!"
"I SAID LET GO!"
Eventually, Allie gave Logan the key to the R8 while the rest of us knew Logan got swindled to fuck.
It was basically the "Pretty Woman" effect or sothing similar when a person would get denied a sale of sothing they could easily afford before the sa person would co back with a grudge and buy more items than what they usually ca for, making them feel good about themselves but ultimately benefitting the store.
But yeah, Logan's calvary didn't end there when we realized he had to drive in a very tight spot that required precise handling, and the only way to have a perfect run was to move all of the obstacles away which would pretty much take a lot of ti.
We already made our way back when the two were finalizing so shit and we just heard a loud yell of despair when he realized the traps Jonathan laid out for him.
In any case, he simply called the rest of his crew to move the obstacles away but he had to toss all his anger on this particular trash can because as annoying and repulsive as I found Jonathan in those instances, especially in his office upstairs, he definitely got Logan good and then so.
After a short bit, we eventually ended our short stay and bid our goodbyes though Logan went ahead and burned so rubber to let off steam a bit more.
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