Chapter 50

Oliver pulled over the scarcely lit tunnel and ear-splitting hooting of the horn came from his car, calling on the attention of the Mexican blonde standing by the corner; as soon as the blonde noticed him he started prancing to him and finally hopped into the car.

Oliver greeted, “Hi what’s up.”

The blonde shook his head, staring around the expensive interior of the car. “This is a new one. Congratulations, boy, your drugs and sex tape business is paying off.”

“You can say that again, “Oliver beamed, “When folks like you keep patronizing me, the whole world will come bowing to me.”

The blonde chuckled, dug his hand into his bag and pulled out two wads of dollars which he slapped into his palms.

Oliver’s lips curved in smile. “Which of my products do you want?” he inquired.

“Any sex tape?” the blonde demanded.

“Yes I got a new one, well edited at the best studio in town,” he construed.

“Heh, I need it unedited this time. The faces of both partners must be seen so as to attract huge vie