"Eston, do I pay you to think?" Mr. Reddy asked suddenly from the floor. "You pay me to fuck," Eston said, stepping forward. "No," Mr. Reddy said, shaking his head. "No. I pay you to step onto the mark you're told to, to put your cock where you're told to, to come when you're told to, and to walk back off that stage when you're told to.
