I was driving home from a two-day trip when my ex-wife called me. We were on friendly terms, and she was watching my pup for me while I was out of town. She asked if I had passed her sister's house yet and I told her that I was coming up to it. “Would you swing by Robin’s place and pick up my CBD oil? Also, she owes me some money and she should have that for me too.” To hear my straight-laced, up-tight, ex-wife asking for cannabis oil from her tattooed, crazy sister, made me laugh, but I kept it together and said I would swing by for her. I pulled up to the small town Robin lived in. It was a real red-neck, shit-hole, and the apartment complex she lived at was right near the bottom of the barrel. I parked near the office, which was also right next to the swimming pool, and I saw Robin was in the pool with a few people, trying to beat the dusty, August heat. Robin and Sam, Samantha, my ex-wife, were “Irish twins.” They had been born just about ten months apart. But the year of the birth was just about the only thing those two shared. My ex-wife was pale, had long, blonde hair, big breasts, and was as uptight as could be. Robin was willowy, almost thin, wore short hair that changed color from week to week, tattooed from her head to her toes, and was loud, brassy and obnoxious. My ex-wife was a tutor at the local community college English department, while Robin was a part-time apartment manager, and part-time, small town drug dealer. I stepped out of my BMW, which was way out of place in this parking lot and called out to Robin and waved. She smiled, jumped out of the pool and waved back. She was wearing a red bikini which matched her newly red hair. Robin slipped on her black flip-flops, lit a cigarette and walked, dripping wet, through the gate and into the parking lot. “Hey, big bro Dan!” she called out to me. “You here for your wife’s shit?” “I am not your ‘bro’ and she is not my ‘wife’. But, yes, Sam asked if I could swing by and get her stuff from you.” “Follow me.” As I followed Robin I had two competing feelings. The first was revulsion. She was everything I was not, and I had worked hard to avoid. I call my ex-wife “uptight” but the truth is, so was I. The second feeling was a weird attraction. Robin was pretty, but more than that, she was a dirty kind of sexy. Maybe trashy was the word… Her left ass check was bare, and she didn’t even attempt to adjust her bikini bottoms. The tattoos that traced from her temple to he feet, moved as she swung along through the complex. We stopped at 27A, and Robin pushed the door open and waved me inside. She followed me through and shut the door. I was standing in a dimly lit room with some very low couches along the walls. “Have a seat, Danny. I gotta get her shit for you.” Robin began rummaging through some drawers in a shelf along the opposite wall and I flopped into one of the couches. It was so low it was like the legs had been sawed off. I was barely two inches off the floor, but I had a perfect view of Robin’s backside. She turned and saw where I was looking and grinned. “Take a picture bitch!” She tossed a little brown bottle to me. “There is your wife’s shit.” “She said you have some money for her too…” Robin kicked off her flip flops and then kicked her right foot out and put it on my chest. “Kiss my foot and I will give you her money.” I looked at the tattoo of a rose on the side of her foot, with some saying about thorns. Her feet were well taken care of, and I could tell she got pedicures fairly often. Still, I said “Get your filthy fucking foot off me.” “Suck my toes and I will give you the money. Its $100. Suck my toes and I will give you $150.” She moved her pretty foot up so her long, pretty toes were on my chin. My business trip had been successful and I was in a good mood, otherwise I would not have played along with her bullshit. And, as I looked up past her ankle, along her long, dark leg, I noticed the small bulge pressing against her bikini bottoms, and her small round tits, and it was pretty exciting. I roughly grabbed her foot and drew two or three of her toes into my mouth and sucked on them for a second or two. She jerked her foot away from my mouth and dropped down into my face, and bit onto my lower lip, then spit full in my face and mouth. My rage gave way to my excitement, and I grabbed her by the back of her hair and dropped her into the couch. With my other hand I pulled down my pants and my cock sprung free. I could see the shock in her eyes because I am pretty large – not excessively long, but thick as her wrist. I pushed my hips to her mouth and she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. “Maybe I fuck you and take $200.” I don’t know where this attitude was coming from, but I did not care. As Robin sucked my cock, I pulled my shirt over my head, then yanked at her bikini pulling it off her. Every time I gave a little pull on her hair, her eyes would roll back and she would gasp and moan a little. This was all way out of my comfort zone, but I was going to roll with it. I slid my finger down into her pussy and felt her already dripping wet. Her other hand was already darting into her pussy and then I notice she was sliding her fingers into her ass. Pulling away from her, I lifted her hips and adjusted her on the couch. The tip of my cock twitched slowly as I pushed in against her pussy. She put her hand on my stomach and held me out for a second. She then spit in my face again and said, “What the fuck are you waiting for bitch? Fuck me hard!” I wiped the spit off my face and rubbed it on her pussy, grabbed her ankles and began pounding her wet snatch. I noticed her fingers still digging into her ass, so I pulled out and flipped her over, pressing the head of my cock against her ass. She pushed back hard and grunted and took me half way into her ass. I just began fucking until the sounds of our combined moaning became indistinguishable. She dropped like a rag doll and I grabbed her waist and fucked hard into her ass, cumming hard. We sat next to each other on the couch in silence for a minute, until she pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. She was sweaty and her hair was in her eyes when she playfully slapped my cheek. You better believe that I always offered to get my ex-wife’s oil from her sister from then on.