All That You Paid For
The rhythmic bass of the music hit him like a physical wave when the doors slid open, a pulsating tide of force that vibrated him down to his bones and filled his world with the chaotic roar of the late night hotspot. Club Juice was one of those few places that successfully straddled the line between upscale experience and the exotic allure of societies seedy underbelly that drove so many Corp types like him to come flocking every night. The central floor was a riot of milling humanity, all writhing together in a pleasurable fugue comprised of omnipresent music, flashing lights, and liberal amounts of synthinol combined with whatever illicit substances might be getting passed around that night. Raised above the crowds on neon lit dais’ were one of the clubs signature attractions, exotic dancers in barely there costumes and body paint writhing sinfully to the rhythm of the DJ’s tracks. Thomas stood in his tracks a moment and grinned, taking it all in, soaking noise up like a sponge before he plunged headlong into the crowd, forcing his way through squirming clumps of humans to make his way to his personal table.
Thomas was a corporate officer, not just a wage slave but one of the real deal holo-field elite that comprised what passed for an ‘upper middle class’ in today’s world, so far above the average wage slave it would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so tragic and far enough below the executives and upper level royalty that it wouldn’t have even rated for the board to know his name. But that didn’t matter, because in a place like this, in this part of town, he was basically as close to a big-wig as it got. The private table and personal bottle that were waiting for him at the end of his little safari through the human jungle were all just perks that were a part of that. Thomas didn’t visit many of the same clubs twice, but Juice was one place he kept coming back to. Nowhere else could he get the executive treatment in an environment sanitized enough he didn’t think he’d get mugged when he stepped outside. As he flopped into his elevated booth and stretched out, arms resting across the back of his couch, he surveyed the club room floor like it was his own personal fiefdom.
With a cocky grin, he scanned the menu for tonight. Juice was famous for it’s dancers, and under-the-table famous for their ‘hospitality’ to a man or woman willing to flash a full enough cred-stick. And Thomas had plenty enough cred and plenty enough stick, he liked to thing. At least for this place. He perused the writhing bodies of the dancers like a man choosing his lobster out of the tank, a HUD lighting up across his table to show him close ups of each of the girls, their stage names, and a prompt to ‘donate’ funds to a particular dancer in order to show his appreciation. Tips, of course, were done digitally via clean-cred stick—the only way anyone did business they didn’t want being tracked three dozen different ways. Another part of Juice’s ‘ghetto mystique’.
His browsing stopped as his gaze settled on someone new—at least he didn’t recognize her from the last few times he’d been here—a hot blonde something-something in what amounted to white lingerie with pasties, stockings, and opera gloves, dancing and writhing against her pole with the kind of tender eroticism that made a man stand up and pay attention. Something was different about her—the graceful way she moved, not jerky and wild and free like everyone else, but controlled and alluring. A knowing smirk was plastered across her full lips—which were painted black—as her hands caressed the pole like it was a lovers shaft and her toned but full ass swayed back and forth tantalizingly, beckoning Thomas’s mind to think about that ass writhing above his groin in the same rolling little circles... He poured himself a drink and downed it in one go, licking his lips. The HUD said her name was Vivian Vitale—an obviously fake stage name, but that was part of the fun. Thomas inserted his cred-stick into the tables slot and typed in a number before hitting donate and watched the 0’s roll across the screen.
On her stage, Vivian’s eyes lit up as she saw a donation alert scrawl across the smart display in her contacts. She hooked a leg over her pole and spun around, scanning the booth decks for her lucky number that night. Her eyes settled on Thomas, sitting in his booth and grinning at her cockily as she leaned back against her pole and slid her ass up and down the metal shaft, hips rolling temptingly, back arched to display her lace and pasty covered breasts as she reached above her head to grab hold of the pole. She flashed him a knowing smile and winked, blowing a kiss in his direction. He grinned wider, typed something into his keypad, and sent another small donation her way, crooking his finger in a come hither gesture. The message was clear. She smirked and nodded her head, twirling around the pole gracefully. She’d come and visit him as soon as she was finished with her set.
Thankfully, Thomas didn’t have to wait long. Another 10 minutes of tantalizing gyration and she was done, and after she left her stage he quickly saw her returning escorted by one of the suited gorilla’s that served as bouncers for the club—still 2/3rds naked and covered in a fine sheen of sweat from her exertion. She climbed the steps up to Thomas’ booth deck with a smile, sliding easily into the cushioned seat next to him. “Hey there sweetie, thanks for the donation,” she purred in a seductive little voice, looking Thomas over. He wasn’t bad looking by any means—short brown hair, a relatively defined jaw covered in a dusting of stubble, nice brown eyes. Of course, with the creds he was flashing around, it wouldn’t have mattered if Thomas had looked like a sewer toad. He was still smugly satisfied to see Vivian’s smile didn’t waver as she gave him the up-down-up-down. “No problem babe, consider it a down payment,” he replied with a smirk, pouring her a glass from his bottle. “Drink?” It wasn’t really a question.
Vivian took the glass and sipped her drink, eyeing Thomas over the rim. “A down payment implies you’re buying something, Mr...?” she trailed off, hanging the question in the air. “Just call me Tommy,” he replied easily, pouring himself another drink and once again downing it in one shot while Vivian slowly sipped hers. “Maybe I am looking to buy something, or rent it. Least if your selling.” Vivian’s eyebrow quirked and she leaned back in the booth, bemused by his boldness. “I’m not sure what you think i’m selling, Tommy baby, or if you could afford it,” she pursed her lips against the rim of her glass and sip. Thomas grinned and inserted his credstick back into the table, typing in a number before sliding his fingertips against the glass and ‘tossing’ the floating digits over to Vivian’s end. She read the number carefully, tongue slipping out to wet her glossy black lips. “Well,” she shrugged, brushing some strands of hair out of her face and tossing her locks over her shoulder, “maybe we can negotiate a temporary lease.”
A very brief ‘negotiation’ later and Thomas was headed out of the club, arm loosely around Vivian’s waist. She’d put on a long glamorous looking coat to cover all the nothing she was wearing underneath, and walked out with him in the brisk night to his waiting car. As she slid into the passenger seat next to him, she crossed her legs knee to knee giving a brief flash of her thigh through the slit of her coat and the garter belt to her stockings indenting ever so slightly into her flesh. Thomas grinned and put the car into gear, revving the engine. “So babe, worked here long?”
They made small-talk as Thomas drove—in assistance mode, so really the car was driving itself while he ogled Vivian—back to his corporate penthouse. Vivian played coy for the moment, all smiles and innocent answers without really telling him anything about herself. It didn’t matter. They both knew what they were here for, and it sure as hell wasn’t to get to know each other. He was here for a good time, she was there for a taste of what he was offering. It was, like they said in the business, a ‘win-win’.
Things got more interesting when he parked in his buildings garage and escorted her to the express elevator. As the doors closed, she leaned against him slightly, and he could feel her body pressing against his through her coat. She teased his collar, fingers popping a button at the top of his shirt and brushing against his neck. “You know they have camera’s in here, right?” Thomas asked with a smirk, feeling her hand trail down his chest. “Mhmm—” she replied noncommittally, fingers hooking into the loop of his belt. She snapped the buckle with an audible pop. “I’m a dancer Tommy,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss his chin, lips delicately brushing his throat and leaving a light imprint of black lipstick on his skin, “I’m used to having an audience.” He felt his skin tingle where she kissed him. His grin widened and his hand, which had been resting lightly on her back, pulled her closer and ran it’s way down the curve of her spine to her ass, giving it a squeeze through her coat. Her hand dipped inside of his pants, finding the soft lump of his cock beneath his boxer’s briefs and giving it a light squeeze. “Aw, he’s sleeping~” Vivian cooed, stroking him through the fabric of his underwear. He twitched in response, manhood starting to arise as it was summoned. “Yeah?” Thomas whispered hoarsely, running his hand back up her back, feeling it’s elegant curve as she arched her body against him “why don’t you wake him up?”
They were interrupted by a loud ding as the elevator reached it’s floor and the doors started to slide open. Vivian smirked and gave him another little squeeze before pulling her hand out of his pants and re-tightening his belt. “I hope you’re ready to get what you paid for, Tommy sweetie. I’m going to break you tonight,” she cooed in the most innocently sinister way he’d ever heard, batting her eyelashes and stepping off the elevator. He swallowed and stumbled after her, trying his hardest not to look like he was hurrying his way down the hall to his penthouse door.
Once his front door unlocked and he all but pulled her inside, all pretense of civility was lost. As the door clicked shut behind them, Thomas was forcefully pulling Vivian against him, kissing her on the lips as his fingers tangled themselves in her silky blonde hair. “Little tease,” he husked, hand sliding under her coat to find her hip, fingers sinking into the softness of her flesh. Vivian for her part didn’t do much to struggle, only purred into the kiss, looping her arms around his neck and nipping lightly at his lips. “Easy tiger, don’t rush things,” she chuckled, coat falling open and pressing her mostly nude body flat against his. “I told you- you’re buying what i’m selling, so your going to get what you paid for.” she said mysteriously with a smirk, reaching down to find his groin once more, rubbing him through his pants. He had been soft before, but the way she’d been teasing him had started to get him riled up, and a slight tent was being pitched for her to grope and fondle. “Take me to your bedroom,” she whispered in his ear. Thomas practically exhaled a cloud of steam, and for what wouldn’t be the last time that night, obeyed Vivian’s order.
He hurriedly led her to her bedroom, an affair as posh as the rest of his top-floor penthouse with a king-sized bed way too big for one person and nice high thread count silk sheets. He fumbled with his shoes as she gracefully slipped out of her heels and slid off her coat, revealing the lingerie she’d been wearing as a dancing outfit at the club. Thomas slowed down a bit to stare as he unbuttoned his shirt. Her lacy white bra showed off her nice firm breasts magnificently, the pale valley of of cleavage drawing in his eyes like a whirlpool sucking down a drowning sailor, and was see-through enough to necessitate white pasties underneath to obscure her nipples. Noticing his gaze, she smiled and reached up to cup her ample mounds, caressing and squeezing them through her bra with a sigh. “So you do like what you see, mmm?” she mused, strutting towards him hips swaying. She reached out and guided his hands to finish unbuttoning his shirt. “Good. I like it when men stare at me. Makes it easier to get what I want,” she smiled and gave him a light shove, sending him sprawling back onto his bed. Thomas eagerly pulled off his shirt and tossed it before fumbling with his already loosened belt, eagerly pulling it off with a leathery hiss and shoving his pants down past his knees. Looking like the cat about to eat the canary, Vivian licked her black colored lips and climbed onto the bed above him, stopping him at his underwear. “Shh, no. My turn now,” she whispered, eyes sparkling playfully as she lightly scratched the tent of his growing erection.
Thomas grinned and leaned back, propping himself up on his arms and letting her take charge. “You get what you want from staring men, huh? And what do you want, babe?” Vivian smiled and ran her hand down his chest, nails dragging through the coarse hair there, tracing their way across his somewhat chiseled abdomen toward his lap. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his chest, before slowly making her way down, leaving little black marks of lipstick in a trail down his body. They tingled slightly, he didn’t know why, and he was too turned on to question it. “Mmm, what does any girl want, Tommy?” she asked in a whispery voice as she kissed and licked her way down his stomach, following his treasure trail to the lump in his briefs. She pressed her cheek against it, nuzzling the constrained mound of his erection, which he could feel growing ever larger and throbbing as Vivian put on a show for him. “Adoration... worship...” she idly traced a circle around his dick through the fabric with a fingertip. “Maybe your soul?” She gave his bulge a little kiss before hooking her fingers beneath the waistband, pulling his underwear down past his knees with his pants and letting his cock spring out.
It was mostly hard, twitching and throbbing faintly, tilted over under it’s own bloated weight. Vivian sucked in a breath and cooed in delight as she wrapped her fingers around it, giving him a light stroke. “My sou—” Thomas’ trailed off as his breath caught, perhaps more from the expression of absolute adoration and lustful affection on her face as she gazed at his cock than necessarily from just the feel of her cool gloved hands on his dick. “Oh, Tommy’s not tiny,” she purred, lifting his dick up and planting a small chase kiss along the underside, nuzzling the shaft down to the base and drawing a pleased rumble from Thomas’ throat. “I do love all dicks... especially when they’re nice and fat and hard for me... but some size is nice too,” she murmured, white gloved hand slipping up and down his shaft, making him groan softly as his erection hardened from a throbbing log to an iron bar from her lavished praise and teasing caress. Getting down to the base, she let it drape over her face as she focused her attention on his balls, gently cupping the delicate orbs and planting a small, lipstick marking kiss on each. Thomas closed his eyes and arched his hips towards her, reaching down to run his fingers through her hair. “Fuck...” he whispered. He’d expected a little show for the kind of money he’d offered her, but this was much more.
“Mhmm,” was her only reply, a soft humming moan as she wrapped her lips around one of his nuts and sucked it into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue and lavishing the salty sweaty flesh with licks. Thomas panted and squirmed, more turned on than he could remember being in a long time, but not daring to interrupt her—he didn’t want this to end, and a light graze of her teeth across his sack filled him with a dangerous thrill that told him he wanted to be careful too. He closed his eyes and sank back into the bed as she suckled on first one, then the other testicle, planting little kisses and tender little squeezes on his sensitive equipment that made him sigh with content pleasure and his now twitching cock drool steadily from it’s leaking tip. This girl... this girl knew how to handle a man.
Having lavished some tender loving attention on his nuts, she made her way back up the length of his shaft, trailing more kisses and licks across the sides as she made her way up his dick in a spiral pattern curling it’s way to his glans. The head of his cock by this time was swollen and purple, trickling a thin stream of pre-cum, and shiveringly sensitive as she brushed her lips against it gently. Thomas groaned, turning his head slightly. He felt light headed, almost feverish, and his skin was tingling all over—but especially where Vivian had put her little black kisses. What the hell was up with that? His thoughts were too sluggish with arousal to be overly concerned, especially when Vivian started flicking her tongue across the underside ridge of his glans, licking beneath his crown and making him shiver and his hips tremble. If he’d known it was going to be like this, he might have just settled for the blowjob. His balls churned heavily below his shaft, and as she teased and kissed him, one of her hands continued to gently fondle him and knead the orbs delicately with her thumb as if to encourage them—get fatter, swell more, make more seed. Of course, anyone with a passing understanding of biology knew semen wasn’t stored in the testes just manufactured there, but Thomas was hardly in a scientific frame of mind and the erotic thought stuck with him. Coaxed and teased to get bigger and hornier, like some kind of bull... He grinned and ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying it’s smooth softness as it brushed against his fingers and thighs.
Between his legs, Vivian finally stopped teasing and gave his dicks crown a plush loving kiss, her ample and soft black hued lips molding sensuously to its surface as she made out with his cock, making him go cross-eyed from the sensation of her adoring lips and lapping tongue and the light suction as she slipped just a little bit of it inside, moaning softly into his length and sending vibrations down his shaft. Thomas arched his hips, stomach tightening slightly. He felt like he was going to cum, but tried to will it down, and miraculously he didn’t. What she was doing to him felt so good he didn’t want it to end, and it only got better as her oily lips slid ever so slowly lower down his shaft, taking more and more of him inside her soft and wet suckling mouth, lips twisting and massaging outside just as her tongue darted and swirled inside, turning his world into a whirlpool of sensations all being pulled down into his cock by her adoring mouth. Worship, that was the only way he could think to describe it. Abject worship at the altar of cock, and he was just being pulled along for the ride between her and his dick. Not that he minded, groaning and leaking like a faucet into her mouth as she prowled ever lower down his twitching manhood.
At last her lips reached the base of his member, leaving a dark circular tide mark at his hilt as her mouth touched down at his lap. At some point, she’d gracefully and easily slid his intruding dick into her throat, swallowing him as easily as a glass of water. She breathed expertly through her nose as his swollen dick ebbed out of her passage, inhaling deeply before sinking back down and pressing her face into his groin. Her throat tightened around him and swallowed, a milking motion dragging down his cock, making him groan and clutch at her scalp. Fuck, fuck, fuck she was good. He bucked lightly against her face, balls bouncing off her chin. He felt for sure he was going to cum soon. This was way too good. She tolerated his little thrusts briefly, humming around him and teasing his crown with the back of her throat. He could feel the pressure there, threatening to rise, to push past all reason and turn his world white with bliss. He wasn’t even trying to hold it back anymore, she’d driven him to the edge with all her teasing. He had to cum.
So why wasn’t he?
He gasped and shuddered in confusion as Vivian withdrew him slowly from her mouth, sliding back upwards and releasing his crown with an audible pop. She cooed and feathered more kisses up and down his slick trembling member. “Mmm, so leaky,” she murmured, growling softly to clear her throat. Thomas looked down at her, his face a mixture of emotions—adoration, lust, and dazed confusion. She smirked back up at him, and planted a little kiss on the underside of his tip. “I told you Tommy, tonight i’m going to break you.”
He sweated in confusion, unable to take his eyes off her as she sat up on her knees, arching her back. “Wh-what do you mean? Why—” he licked his lips. She unsnapped her top and slid the bra off her shoulders, letting her large breasts sink free. They bounced slightly for him as she shifted, showing off their weight, and how the taut skin held them up frm and high. “Shh-shhh~” she shushed, shaking her tits back and forth for him. “Just let me make you feel good, alright Tommy? Be a good boy, and maybe i’ll let you cum.” Her eyes sparkled merrily, but had the dangerous glint of a predator. Thomas was torn between a modicum of alarm and how fucking turned on he was right now—he’d just gotten the best oral of his life and now she was writhing for him like some kind of dominatrix, gently coaxing and encouraging him to submit. Addled as he was, the words ‘good boy’ rattled around in his brain as she took hold of his cock once more, this time with both hands, and started to stroke him steadily. He watched her breasts bob up and down as her hands pumped him, up and down, up and down, stroke stroke stroke. He groaned, eyes watering as an orgasm built in his loins and his testes knotted up. But nothing came—he didn’t cum. Why wasn’t he cumming?
He thrust up frantically against her hand, she just giggled and cooed to him soothingly. “That’s alright baby, just enjoy what I do to you. Just lay back and let me scramble and fuck the brains right out of that head of yours... all your thoughts turning to ooey gooey cum to build and build in your balls, mhmm?” she purred sensuously, and as ridiculous as the dirty talk was it turned him on. He stared at her wild eyes as she leaned down to drape her impressive breasts over his throbbing member, moaning as it’s slicked and well lubricated shaft slid into the crevasse between them. With a soft chuckle, she cupped her breasts, kneading them around his rampant dick.
He was searingly hot, twitching with urgency, and writhed plaintively beneath her as she tit fucked him, flooding him with pleasure that didn’t seem to end. He felt like his orgasm was pressing up against some kind of barrier, like it was right there but every time it kept slipping away. Her breasts were amazing, so soft and firm and they coddled around him like warm sumptuous pillows. His toes curled and he groaned, hips shakily bucking as he spurted small rivers of pre-cum all over her cleavage, but still couldn’t find release. “That’s a good boy, a good boy, so hard and needy,” Vivian whispered, words interspersed with the schlick shlick shlick of his dick tunneling through her cleavage and his groin slapping against the underside of her tits. He humped mindlessly, jaw sagging, overwhelmed by the ecstasy he couldn’t escape from. It was maddening. Agonizing.
Eventually, Vivian straightened to a sitting up position once again, lifting her breasts from Thomas’s lap leaving him panting and humping air. He was wild eyed, bewildered. He wanted to just grab Vivian and slam her into the bed and fuck her, fuck the shit out of her, fuck and her and fuck and fuck her until he exploded and she broke and he exploded and he came and he needed to cum and he needed to cum. But he found he lacked the strength, the mental cohesion to do much more than squirm and buck his hips. He panted, sweating like he was bring wrung through a workout. Vivian looked down at the mess she’d made of him already and smirked, pursing her lips and blowing him a kiss. Her lips, her soft beautiful lips, smeared with that black lipstick that had marked most of his body by now, run up and down his dick, planted little tingling spots on his chest. Her lips. That lipstick.
The lipstick. It tingled against his skin. Fuck. Oh fuck.
Realization clicked in his brain as she moved to straddle him, peeling the pasties off her her nipples, which were perky and hard, as she ground herself against his throbbing cock. “Mm, I think you’ve had enough fun Tommy, I think it’s time I enjoyed myself too, hmm?” She smirked, panting a little. She was turned on by this. Not as much as he was, obviously. But he understood now. The lipstick, it had to be. That’s why he couldn’t cum. Thats why he ached so much. He groaned as she lay down ontop of him, pressing his poor needy dick flat against him beneath her stomach. She writhed, his leaky cock grinding against her flat tummy as she shimmied off her panties and slid them down her thighs.Sitting back up, she pushed them the rest of the way down over her knees, turning around to face away from him and planting her ass on his lap at the base of his cock as she slid her underwear down her ankles. She glanced over her shoulder at him wickedly, rocking her ass back against his dick, the crack of her cheeks hugging the underside of his penis and making him throb.
“You... I... drugged me,” Thomas accused, panting. She reached down and grabbed hold of one of his arms by the wrist, lifting the limp limb and bringing his hand up against her ass cheek, squeezing his fingers around it. He couldn’t help himself, he clutched at her body, digging his fingers into her soft unctuous flesh. “Drugged you, really?” she chuckled, grinding back against him, hot-dogging his needy shaft and making him tremble and jerk with an unrequited need to cum all over her. “Are you sure baby? Maybe it’s magic... maybe i’m a naughty succubus come here to drain the life out of you with my tight little pussy, mmm?” she teased, putting a finger to her lips. “Speaking of which... it’s time for mistress to play with her hard little toy,” she smirked, licking her lips and turning around to face him.
Thomas swallowed, feeling the soft warmth of her bare shaved pussy press against the underside of his cock. It felt like soft warm heaven, the puffy lips of her vulva kissing his sensitive flesh and practically sucking him inside, a trickle of aroused fluids leaking out onto his dick. She was turned on, seeing him like this. She ran her hands over his body, caressing him like some precious object, biting her lip with excitement as he whimpered and squirmed. If she took him inside of her... he knew it would be amazing. Already his turgid imagination churned with how it must be the most wonderful, hot, tight sleeve ready to milk every inch of him. But he also knew it would be agony, because he couldn’t cum, couldn’t release. All that pleasure building on him, with no finish. It was driving him mad, and he knew if he slipped inside of her...
“Time to break you like I promised baby,” Vivian whispered, interrupting his thoughts. Thomas groaned with anxiety and need as she sat up, grabbing hold of his cock and guiding him to her. She stirred his crown up and down against her slit, her puffy lips clinging to him as he slid back and forth like hot sticky taffy. She moaned softly and he let out a whimper, terrified of what was coming but unwilling to turn away from it. Even if he could fight back—he didn’t want to. He wanted to feel it. Every agonizingly wonderful little bit.
With torturous slowness, she slid him inside of her. It was amazing bliss. She was everything he imagined—so soft but strong and tight and sweet, clutching and squeezing and wringing around every little inch of his cock as her pussy swallowed his incensed and throbbing tool. He was bigger and harder than he’d ever been in his life. His balls ached from pent up frustrations. His dick sang in wonder as she slid down his length until their hips impacted one another with a meaty clap that made her breasts jiggle delightfully.
Thomas was far beyond being much of a participant. He arched his hips uselessly and groaned, eyes rolling up in his head as his dick jerked impotently, unable to release it’s hot creamy load inside of her despite his absolute need. Vivian crooned softly in pleasure, feeling him stretch her out, his poor tortured dick doing all the wonderful things to her insides that she wanted it to—and unable to climax, it was her perfect fleshy toy. Leaning over him, hands braced against his chest, she started to ride.
Rolling her hips and bouncing up and down selfishly, she panted, turned on by the wonderfully amazed pleasure and agony on his face. Poor big credit stick Tommy, flopping around underneath what he thought was his whore like an overwhelmed virgin. “That’s it baby, stay hard for me. Nice and hard, always hard. Good boys are always hard,” she panted, breasts bouncing hypnotically for him as she rode. Thomas gurgled insensibly, clutching at the sheets and her ample ass as it slapped up and down against his lap, balls bouncing against her cheeks. He couldn’t keep a straight thought. Everything was pleasure, and the agony of denial. Each new height he soared to was the backdrop of his inability to find blissful release, and so his need grew and grew.
She ran her hands up her body and moaned, clutching at her breasts. He could only watch wide eyed. “Ooh, yes, my toy, my big stud,” she whispered, hips rolling faster, eyes hooded with lust as she used him. “My poor big dicked stud belongs to this pussy, doesn’t he Tommy?” she taunted, driving him even madder with lust. He didn’t care anymore, he just groaned his agreement, completely overwhelmed. Vivian whined and squeezed around him, her insides tightening with her first orgasm. “That’s it that’s it, let me use your dick, mmm you’re my fucking PET,” she husked, lifting one breast to her mouth to suck at her own nipple, shivering with pleasure as she found the release denied to Tommy.
It would only be the first. She kept riding him, bed-springs creaking beneath them as she worked his dick like she owned it—and for all intents and purposes, she now more or less did. Thomas certainly didn’t. He was a toy for her now, a panting and moaning amusement for her to get herself off with. Which she did, again and then again, each time trembling and squeezing around him in satisfying orgasmic bliss as she stirred up her insides with his cock. Tommy had gone numb, his mind was thoughtless. All that was left was the sensation in his penis, his eyelids fluttering blankly as she rode him. At some point after her third orgasm, she took a break to get a drink of water and fetched something from her coat pocket, coming back holding a small bottle of pills in one hand as she straddled him once more and sighed softly as she slid his still hard member back inside. Tommy bucked for his mistress and groaned, broken beyond sense.
She twisted the bottle open and shook a pill out, holding it up for the uncomprehending Tommy. Then, setting the bottle aside, she balanced the pill on her finger and pried open his mouth, sliding it inside. He swallowed reflexively. She kept riding.
At first, nothing changed, and she fucked herself onto his submissive body energetically, riding him like a porn trideo-star. If he wasn’t half a passenger in his own body at this point, it would have been amazing, mind-blowing sex. Gradually though, a strange feeling began to seep through his limbs. The tickling numbness washed awash, and he found he could move his arms. All he did with them was to grab onto the hips of the gasping, laughing Vivian and start to pound her on his dick more furiously, clenching his teeth and growling. He could feel it. He could feel the block washing away, and he slammed her up and down on his now nearly numb dick with bone shaking force, pupils shrunk and snorting steam as Vivian’s laughter transformed into mewling moans as she came on him again from his furious pistoning. His toes curled and his hips arched upwards, back bowing painfully as he turned into an arch, lifting Vivian off the mattress. And then, at last, he came.
The orgasm blew out of him with hurricane force. He was roaring, screaming with a raw voiced throat. He felt like his nuts were going to collapse up into his body. He came and came and came, cock spasming so hard he thought it would break, shooting every last bit of stored up cum out into Vivian’s tight little pussy, flooding her insides white and causing it to sluice out of her as their hips slammed together. Vivian clung to him and cooed, stroking his head and neck soothingly as he bucked like a man in the throes of a seizure, pummeling his hips upwards into hers as he just came and came and came. Finally, after it felt like he squeezed out every last little bit of fluid in his body and more, it ceased. He collapsed into the mattress, gasped once, and passed out.
Vivian sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her abused slit gingerly. Cum was still seeping out of her and trickling down her thighs. She sighed, realizing it would probably stain her stockings. She glanced back at Thomas, who was passed out on the mattress where he had collapsed, sweat clinging to his body and his now flaccid cock slumped over against his thigh, leaking a faint trickle of off-white fluid. She smirked, shakily climbing to her feet and looking for her shoes.
Picking her shoes up off the floor, she popped the heel off the bottom of one and wiggled her finger around in the compartment, fishing out a universal computer dongle with the tip of her nail. Cum still trickling down her thighs she headed to what she had guessed on the way in was Thomas’ office, and plugged the dongle into his personal terminal. The screen started to flicker and spam gibberish as the programs stored on the dongle went to work, cracking the encryption that protected Thomas’ private drive. While the dongle did it’s work, Vivian stripped off her stockings and garters and went to take a shower in Thomas’ bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, dressed in her dancers outfit and coat once more and the dongle—now full of the encrypted files it had downloaded off of Thomas’ corporate terminal—in hand, Vivian let herself out the front door. Thomas snored on his bed in a stupor, even with the counter agent to the drug in his system now he’d probably sleep for hours. More than enough time for Vivian to finish her business and make her delivery to Mr. Johnson. Before she left, she helped herself to the secure cred-stick he’d offered her back at the club.
Two hours later, Vivian sat in a seedy bar on the other-side of town, wearing a change of cloths and a far more practical outfit. She slid the dongle across the table to the figure she shared the table with. “Mr. Johnson” was a non-descript figure in a trench-coat and gloves, their face a holo-mask of an expressionless, featureless human face. It was actually quite unsettling, but she didn’t let it bother her as Johnson carefully picked up the universal dongle and slotted it into a personal data device. The screen flickered as the computer scanned the contents of the data drive, and made a small beeping affirmative sound. Johnson looked at her with it’s dead, expressionless eyes and nodded. “Excellent work, Mrs. Vitale,” it said in a distorted, scrambled voice. It reached into it’s coat and slide a cred-stick back across the table to her. Vivian accepted it and put it into her purse next to the one she’d taken from Thomas. “It is typically poor manners—and unwise—to question the methods of your sort of people. But i’m curious just how you gained access to Samyungs internal network files.”
Vivian shrugged slightly and smiled, rising from her seat. “I met someone. Would you believe he gave it up for a kiss?” Johnson stared at her blankly, non-plussed. She left it at that, heels clicking as she walked out.