Joe glared at Terrance, and then looked back at Christine. "What kind of costs am I looking at?"

"You set the price. We split the profits, half and half." She stated.

Joe laughed. "Fifty-fifty? The fuck kind of business do you think I run here? My current suppliers take a twenty five percent cut. That's it." Joe informed her.

Christine bit her lower lip. "I can't budge on the fifty percent."

Joe sat back and stared at her. His brain was working away, trying to determine if the risk was worth pursuing. He placed his hands on his fat belly and twirled his thumbs. Christine felt panicked on the inside but she had to put on her best poker face.

"Fuck, I'm riskin' my life here..." He muttered.

"Really? It's like everyone I talk to complains that they're risking their life. How true can that be? Don't you run this area?" Christine responded impatiently.

"Lady, you don't know this business, I do. My suppliers will go for my head if this risk don't work out for me. I don't see how this deal is good business for me. At least do sixty forty. Sixty in my favor of course." He responded.

Christine quietly mulled it over. Even forty percent would probably net her a lot of tax free cash. Cash that could pay for her husband's therapy. She stared at her samples, thinking over how much time she would need outside of her regular working hours, trying to determine if this was all worth the effort.

"No, it has to be fifty." Christine replied sternly.

Joe laughed and nodded. "Shit girl, you don't back down do you? Well, I'm going to need a show of faith. This is a huge risk, not only for me, but my underlings here. Why don't you show us a good time here today, and... fuck it, I'll take the ten percent hit."

Christine jaw dropped. "What do you mean 'show us a good time'?"

"Shit girl. You can't come in here dressed like that and not give us some. You do that, just this once, and you got yourself a deal. To be honest, I usually ask my suppliers for a dealer discount and some money up front as a show of good faith. But I don't think you'll have that type of cash on hand." Joe replied, a huge grin on his face.

"How much cash?" She asked.

"I'd say a good quarter million. Maybe more, since we're doing a fifty-fifty split. You get your money back of course, once all the product provided is of quality." Joe answered.

"I don't have a quarter million..." Christine muttered.

Joe nodded. "That's what I figured. So then you take option B. It's either cash or ass."

Christine gulped as she looked around the room. She'd only had sex with her husband and an old college boyfriend. She had never had sex with multiple men at the same time, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Sex was just sex and she figured that they'd all finish in a couple of minutes.

"Fine. Let's get this over with." She said as she stood and unbuttoned her blouse again.

The two muscular black men and the tall, lanky black man surrounded her, each pulling off their shirts and pants. Joe undid his pants and slid them off, gleefully watching her strip. As she slid out of her blue skirt, the four black men all nodded in approval.

"Damn, keep them pantyhose on." Joe ordered.

Christine shook her head and shrugged. "So, I'm ready then, let's get on with it."

She took a look around as each black man undressed fully, revealing their long hard members. Her mouth widened and her legs felt weak as she saw the four giant rods. The two muscular black men, Terrance and Darnell had thick rigid members with veins popping throughout their shafts. Like their muscular bodies, their dicks looks like monstrous members shooting out from between their legs.