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To call it a little strange felt like it was an understatement and he still wasn't sure he'd really pieced together how it had happened even despite the fact it was happening. Eric Jones peered around the hotel room he'd be sharing with his mother on this impromptu trip as he wondered why it wasn't his father though he'd only gotten vague answers about conflicting schedules and other plans or just something about a late 18th birthday present. Nothing had a solid answer amid the hustle and bustle of packing and traveling there hadn't really been much of a chance for more questions much less any answers which made the whole affair that much stranger for Eric as he sat on the end of the only bed in the room.

Sure, it was the summer break after finishing high school with college being the next step in the journey of his life so getting a trip away as a reward was at least plausible. Though if it had been meant to be his father being there and not him that just raised even more questions that had no real answers. They'd set off early that day and it had only just reached lunchtime, his mother was still in the lobby arranging things last he heard or perhaps trying to get them a different room, he wasn't sure. Flopping onto his back he checked his phone, no messages causing him to pull a face given he'd rather have been at home playing video games or chatting with his friend.

Slipping off the bed again he went over to the window to peer into the streets below as he watched the traffic rolling by though he still wasn't sure why there were there but maybe his mother would enlighten him properly once she returned. Maybe this out-of-the-blue trip would actually be good in the end and in a few days he'd laugh about how weird it had seemed to begin with, looking in the mirror at the foot of the bed he looked exhausted, his short brown hair was a little scruffy from dozing off on the train and the freckles around his brown eyes even seemed sleepy as he flopped back onto the bed in his jeans, t-shirt and hoodie hoping something would make sense soon.

Eric debated taking a nap or just messing around on his phone to pass the time until she returned and while a nap was an infinitely tempting idea he wasn't sure what his mother had planned for the rest of the day. Her finding him asleep probably wasn't on the list of things he imagined she might have planned or be wanting to do so he fired up a game on his phone to occupy his mind in the meantime. It wasn't until nearly twenty minutes later that he finally heard the door handle and glanced over toward her.

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Helen walked into their hotel room, wearing the summer dress she had put on that morning. It hugged her shapely body and was short enough to reveal parts of her toned thighs. Her brown hair was setup in a bun to reveal her slender neck, enhanced by a necklace with small pearls. She had a pretty face with sensual, green eyes and full lips.

"There." she concluded and flashed a smile. "We have a whole week together."

She opened her suitcase and started packing out. Her mind wandered briefly to her husband. The two of them had grown apart lately. As she approached forty and he was past it, they were not as compatible as before. For one thing, her sexual desires were growing substantially, and his were diminishing.

Helen finally turned to Eric, hands on her hips. "Listen, I know you think you'd rather be home and gaming with your friends and all that. It's just that, well you're going to college soon and there are things a young man should know and experience before that time. This trip is about making sure you're prepared for adult life. Does that sound reasonable?"

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As the door opened Eric caught a glimpse of what his friends often gave him a hard time for, his mother or more accurately her appearance and even he had a hard time not agreeing with it despite how weird a thought it was to find her hot. There weren't really many other ways to describe her as he glanced over to see the hem of her summer dress dancing around her toned thighs until her voice pulled his eyes back toward her face as she pointed out they had a whole week together. "You were down there quite a while, mom." Eric said though decided better of asking if everything was alright as she began to unpack he focused more on his phone again for a moment until she finally spoke again.

The hands on her hips drew his eyes briefly before he dropped his phone onto his chest and paid attention, given that was the 'pay attention to me' stance as he called it as she basically had already guessed what his line of thinking had been. That he would have rather been elsewhere enjoying himself than here doing whatever she had planned and while she actually gave some hint of what was on the agenda though while it was an answer it only ensured he had more questions. "Sounds... fair to me." He said though couldn't hide the hint of confusion that crept into his tone of voice, preparing him for adult life. What did that even mean? Teaching him to cook? He knew how to do that already.

Eric figured it was only a week and despite the rather odd reason for the trip he decided to just go with it as that way it'd all go faster and he'd get home with plenty of the summer left to enjoy himself. As odd as it all seemed to him it made a certain kind of sense in a way, so she was likely just looking out for him the best she knew how. He was about to pick his phone up again but instead opted to see if he could glean something more specific from her or whether she was keeping him in the dark for some reason. "So, what is the plan starting off then?" He asked, unsure of what to expect as an answer though his imagination pointed him in some mundane directions but not much else.

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"Well, now that you're starting college soon, I'm sure you'll be doing some dating." Helen sat down on the foot of the bed near her son. "For starters I was thinking you could take your mom out on a date. That way I can give you some pointers when it comes to the real thing."

The expression on her face was both strict motherly and loving. "We'll dress up appropriately, and go have lunch. First, you need to take a shower. Come here, when you're ready. I'll find something nice for you to wear." She touched the pearls on her neck, which easily drew attention to the fabric of her dress, stretching over her breasts. "Go on. Chop chop."

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The answer Eric received definitely wasn't along any lines he expected, she wanted him to take her on a date as practice for when he got to college. Naturally, that caused a raised eyebrow from him as it both made sense and didn't all at once. Surely she could just give him some general pointers and it would be fine? The look on her face though told him she was very serious, it was the look that had often told him not to argue with her. As strange as it seemed maybe it wouldn't be so bad, it wasn't like it was a real date she was just going to give him some advice in order to make sure he didn't embarrass himself with any college girls if he got as far as a date with them.

"Okay okay I'm going I'm going." Eric said with a hint of resigned annoyance as his mother shooed him off into the shower saying she'd pick him something to wear which he was less a fan of making him think perhaps she was taking it a bit too seriously. Just where was she planning on taking them he wondered. He imagined dates with girls to be grabbing a pizza together or maybe going to the movies but he felt his mother had something more elaborate in mind. She was likely aiming higher than he would ever realistically attain, a fact that his appearance as he stripped off only seemed to reinforce he was slim without being skinny but not exactly ripped like the more popular guys at school.

The light fuzz at the base of his shaft broke up the uniform nature of his fair skin as he stepped under the shower as he figured that despite having a slightly above-average cock at about seven and a bit inches he guessed, he'd probably never get to use it regardless of any help from his mother. He wasn't sure how things were when she'd been to college, but he was fairly sure that nerds were most people's last choice for anything. Save for perhaps homework help. He let the shower thoughts come and go, hoping this wouldn't be as awkward and terrible as he was starting to think it would be that made him anxious even as he was drying himself off there was a sense of unease about the whole idea as he had no clue what she'd be wearing given it would be date appropriate. "So long as it's not a shirt and tie..." He mumbled to himself as he hit the final dilemma.

Putting his old clothes back on didn't seem like it had a point given she'd be picking his clothes but he didn't want to go back out in just a towel so he compromised and put his briefs back on and then the towel around his waist. He returned to the bedroom area a little self-consciously as he peered toward his mother. "Okay... so, what am I wearing and... what kind of place are we going to?" Eric asked, the hoped to get at least some clue to prepare himself with.

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Helen had put an outfit on the bed for Eric. She had found one of his pants that were light and summery, and added a new polo shirt that she had bought for him. There was also socks and fresh underwear. When she saw him come out already in underwear, a fur appeared on her brow. "Are those the same briefs you had on? That won't do, dear. Cleanliness is vital when going on a date."

"You're going to have to put on new underwear as well, whenever you wash up." She put her hands on her hips. "Listen, I should check that you're perfectly clean. Just take the underwear off and I'll have a look."

"Go on. I'm waiting." Helen scooted a little closer. "It's okay. I'm your mother."

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The outfit she'd laid out on the bed was about what Eric expected but he could live with it given it was just this once or at least, that was his hope as she looked at him and seemingly noticed something she disapproved of. Eric had been about to give her a reason when she pointed out that being clean was necessary on a date and she put her hands on her hips to emphasize the point before the conversation took a left turn he didn't see coming. "Umm... is that really needed?"

Eric asked with a look that was halfway between embarrassed and confused, but her face seemed pretty adamant, causing him to fidget on the spot for a moment. It was a bit weird and seemed like she was perhaps taking this a bit far for a practice date. After an awkward pause that seemed far longer than it actually was he sighed, realizing she wasn't going to relent as he fumbled with the towel to drop it to the ground as she insisted vocally this time reassuring him that she was his mother.

_Yeah, that is what is making it even more awkward._ He thought to himself as he felt his face turning red enough to burn when he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them until they dropped to his ankles and stepped out of them. Timidly, his hands shielded the four inches of flaccid cock from view, which was threatening to turn into its full eight inches at the slightest provocation. "See, clean? I just didn't want to walk in here in just a towel." He muttered feeling her eyes trying to burn through his hands.

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Helen leaned a little closer. She used her nose to take in his scent. It was mostly soap and a touch of deodorant, but she hadn't inspected his private parts yet. She could glimpse his cock behind his hands, but that wouldn't do. "Move your hands behind your back, sweetie."

She looked up at him, with a motherly expression and only when he complied did she continue. "Rembeber if you want girls at college to put your cock in their mouths, you have to be clean." She looked down from his face to the cock in question, realizing the girls at college didn't deserve this fine specimen. Not at all.

Helen gave a slight smile and leaned closer still, smelling his cock. It smelled clean, but there was that unmistakable, wonderful smell of man underneath. The sight and scent of it made her very aroused. She did not think that had been her intention, or so she told herself. "Don't worry, baby. Mommie has seen big cocks before."

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The entire situation continued to stride into the unknown and unexpected for Eric as she asked him to move his hands behind his back meaning he'd be fully exposed. Naturally, he hesitated for the longest twenty seconds of his life before the look on her face once again made him relent when he realized he wasn't going to get anywhere by refusing or arguing about it. The moment his hands slipped behind his back her words once again continued pushing things in a direction that felt completely and utterly crazy to Eric as she pointed out that if he wanted girls to put his cock in their mouth he'd have to be clean. A remark about it being obvious that was possible made him worry she'd probably think he wasn't taking it seriously so he just settled for saying "Okay..."

When his mother leaned in closer his heart nearly stopped as he felt the intake of air from a sniff which sent a jolt of sensation up his spine as he tried to resist what his body wanted to do. Of course, initially for the first few seconds that was a battle, he felt he could win until her next words sent another tingle of pleasure back down his spine and into his shaft. The buzz in his nerves seemed to pool at the base of his cock making him swallow nervously. He was fairly sure his mother wasn't supposed to be complimenting his cock whether she was helping him be ready for dating girls or not but his body didn't seem to care as blood rushed into its length and it began to swell.

It grew, making his face blush as the bulbous head lifted and brushed past his mother's nose as he managed to stammer out a meek reply. "What... are you?" He kept getting harder the more she looked at it, until it as throbbing intensely as his heart thumped in his chest and his face burned with embarrassment. "S-sorry." He said apologizing for getting hard in front of her, awkward to put it mildly and he wasn't sure he'd live it down either.

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Helen continued to study her son's cock from up close, while it grew. And grew. And grew. It was soon becoming impossible to feign neutral detachment. Her mouth opened as her jaw dropped at the sight of this beautiful cock right in front of her face. She watched the big head engorged, the thick veins bulging along the shaft. His girth. And his balls, all a part of this glorious sight.

She closed her mouth and swallowed before looking up at his face. "Don't apologize, sweetie. You're still a teenager. You're supposed to get hard all the time. It's only natural."

Her eyes went back to look at Eric's big cock. "Well, at least now we know. I think a lot of boys are insecure about girls will think about their penis. Will it be big enough? Will it compare to others? I can assure you wholeheartedly that you have a very nice cock, baby. Long and thick and well-shaped. Just perfect, really. You should be proud."

She took in the scent of it again, and realized she had a desire to let it fill her mouth, but that thought was pushed back. "Okay, let's get ready. You can get dressed now, and I'll get changed. Do you need to masturbate first, or will this big thing subside enough on its own?"

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Eric was bracing himself for a scolding or something along those lines as his cock seemingly didn't care that it was his mother 'inspecting' it as it grew to a full throbbing stiffness that seemed to surprise even her. At least, so it seemed to him given the way her jaw seemed to drop for a moment but he supposed she could just be shocked it had happened at all. Luckily for him, she seemed to take it in her stride and simply point out that being a teenager meant he was supposed to be getting hard all the time and it was a perfectly natural thing to happen. It was a small comfort to his blushing face as he gave her a nod, not entirely trusting his voice to not wobble or break given how intensely awkward he felt with how close she was to it.

"Uhm... t-thanks." Eric said with some intense awkwardness as his mother lavished praise on his cock and pointed out he had nothing to worry about in that department. While it still fit the whole notion she was preparing him to be ready for girls at college it was still definitely a nine out of ten on his scale for weirdness. Had anyone told him before that trip his mother would be sitting with her face inches from his cock as it throbbed while complimenting it he'd have thought it impossible. Yet, there he was with that happening. Luckily for his sense of discomfort, she seemed to pull back and continue on with getting ready for this practice date though not before adding a little more strangeness to the whole thing.

"N-no... I'll be fine or I might need a shower again." Eric said at the idea of masturbating in the same room as his mother, he wasn't sure if he'd regret it later or not but getting dressed felt more immediately important to stop him from feeling so uncomfortable being naked and hard around his mother. He pulled on the underwear first, being glad he preferred boxers to briefs or the erection he had would have not been comfortable as he got dressed probably faster than he ever had in his life but then something struck him. What was his mother going to be wearing for a date? Maybe he should have masturbated as if she wore anything sexy it was going to make things even stranger for him than it already was. Figuring he should probably break up the slightly tense silence he decided to just ask something randomly "So... what kind of place are we going to?"

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"Good." Helen's eyes lingered on her son's magnificent cock until he had covered up. She hadn't expected it to be so thick and wonderful. Her cute and handsome boy was so well-endowed.

She finally blinked and gave a smile. "I've found a lovely place near here. I'm just going to freshen up myself." With that she grabbed some clothes and disappeared into the bathroom, returning after fifteen minutes in a new dress. It was a lunch date, so her outfit wasn't evening stylish. It was more bright and summery and fit well with Eric's clothes. It offered a prominent view of her cleavage, without being outlandish, and hugged her well-shaped figure. Having washed up, she had a wonderful scent to her; vanilla and something else too subtle to define.

The two of them went down and walked around the corner. Helen put her hand in Eric's arm. She wore short heels. They soon came to an Italian restaurant, which was not a chain, and had that perfect combination of high-end class and genuine, rustic quality. A waitress greeted them at the door and led them to a table for two, where they could sit across from each other, but still quite near. She handed them menus and asked if they wanted anything to drink. Helen waited for her son to speak up.

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Even as quickly as he'd gotten dressed, Eric could feel his mother's eyes on him throughout and he still wasn't sure how to process what had already happened. Luckily, the topic shifted toward where they would be going and she told him that she'd found a place nearby and she was just going to freshen up which left him a moment to catch his breath and attempt to make sense of it all. Maybe she was just helping him and he was reading too much into it? Maybe it was just her trying to make sure he didn't do something stupid that would probably destroy his confidence if it happened with a girl at college. Not that he knew for sure but it felt more comfortable believing something along those lines than focusing too much on how she'd looked with her face inches from his throbbing cock.

_Just think of other things._ Eric thought to himself as he tried to calm himself down a bit.

Despite the fact that it was just a 'pretend' date and it was with his mother he couldn't help but feel increasingly nervous about the whole thing. He was glad when she emerged and it was just one of her summer dresses she'd opted for removing the worry she was going to wear something racy making him even more awkward. Having said that, it showed a lot of her cleavage so he just hoped that because it was his mother his eyes would behave themselves much less his cock. They left the hotel and went down the street and around the corner into what looked very much like a small Italian-style restaurant which was a small relief. The idea of going to some high-end place and not having a clue what any of the food was would be nightmare fuel for dating.

It felt a little odd walking in with his mother holding his arm as he imagined a date would but he figured that was part of the lesson, the table they were seated at was fairly small meaning he was going to be hard-pressed not to get a full view down her dress while they were eating. They were asked if they wanted anything to drink and Helen seemed to wait for him to speak instead of her. "Umm, two of whatever the lady would enjoy to drink with her food please?" It felt a little early for anything alcoholic but he felt it best to give his 'date' the choice as that was what he would do if it were a real date, as he looked at her hoping to glean whether that was the right or wrong approach.


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Vicky smirked at him, rising up from her knees. "I'll have to remember to put you in the professional references file." Finishing washing the two of them, she dried off, then wrapped the towel around herself like a tunic. While she didn't have a problem being naked around him, as someone once put it, familiarity breeds contempt, and he was going to see her all week.

"That sounds like an excellent idea." She looked over what she had grabbed from her apartment---she had several dresses that she suspected he would like, but they were less than appropriate for sleeping in, so she decided to save those for later. Instead, she shimmied into a deep, almost blood red leather harness that framed her breasts and criss-crossed her tight belly, before dipping between her legs, a similar lattice on her rear and back, all supported by a collar. It too was made of real leather, and custom cut for her---leaving her pleasantly bound, her body highlighted by the harness, and yet... fully accessible.

She admired his decor---it was nicely done, masculine without being a random collection---and she stepped into his bedroom, looking down at him. "Does this work for you?"

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Well one thing was certain, Vicky knew how to make an entrance. She stepped into the bedroom as if she'd been there a million times before, and walked right up to the bed, looking down at him in that... outfit? It was some outfit, hiding nothing and clearly screamed of bondage. red strapped that framed and accented her features, matched with cuffs and collar, all in the same blood red; matching her hair wonderfully. He smiled up at her, "Yeah, yeah I think that will do."

Jonesy rose from the bed, and stood up beside her, inspecting this little get up. He found quickly that it wasn't just for show. Powerful little point magnets affix any of her limbs to various points on the body harness. Just press them together and hold for a second and they locked. One had to release them with two fingers... something one was unable to do if you were bound up.

All in all it was pretty extreme for a girl to be offering something like this. maybe she felt more comfortable because she was so near her house. Judging from the grin on her face, she genuinely liked it.

He circled around her, like a shark before the strike, taking all of her offer in. He never stopped smiling. "You really like the slave girl theme, don't you?" it seemed almost a rhetorical question at this point, considering he'd literally not seen in in anything else since the bar. But he nodded in approval. "Never had my own little sex slave---sounds even more fun that before."

He gently grabbed her arm, and the cuff around her bicep, and pressed it to a point on her harness along her ribs. A click later confirmed that arm was not going anywhere. Walking around her, he repeated the act with her other upper arm. From behind her, he took her hands, and let his fingers walk up to her wrists, then held them together until they too were locked behind her back, wrists crossed, palms up. Yeah, there was no way to unlock anything now.

Taking a step back to admire the view, Jonesy gave her pretty round ass a playful swat. "Oh you are going to be fun..."

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Vicky grinned at the somewhat nonchalant comment about her outfit as he rose to inspect her, her expression trusting---beyond the physical proximity to her home, and the other security arrangements she had made, thus far he had been a gentleman. In her experience the kind of guys looking to take advantage of her didn't tend bar hoping to be given a girl as a tip, nor get her a glass of water while he cleaned up.

Bowing her head demurely as he circled around her, taking her in, she smiled slightly and nodded. "I do... it's not all I do but it is... the most natural." She ducked her head a little more as he commented about having her as a sex slave. "I'll do my best to make sure you enjoy having one."

She grunted softly as he positioned her arms, though she proved quite flexible and didn't look like she was in discomfort as she was bound, leaving her very, very exposed, letting out a squeak as he slapped her ass, accentuated by a little wiggle. "A pleasant little diversion before bed?"

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Jonesy smiled at her comment about a pleasant diversion, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds about right." He circled back around to the front of her, and again reached out to fondle her exposed tits. His fingers worked over her nipples, playing with the piercings and smiling like a kid with a new toy. This woman was so at ease about sex, and her obvious and well thought out appeal that he too grew comfortable about the whole thing. She really seemed to like it, and stated that the sex slave routine was 'natural'.

After a minute of unashamedly playing with her breasts, he slipped a finger through the ring of the red collar, and tugged lightly toward the bed. Locking her up and feeling her up had him hard again, and he was read for that diversion now.

He slipped into bed, still gently tugging her along as well, until he was laying in the middle, and let go over her collar. "OK, my pretty slave Vicky, come here." He guided her, hands on her hips until she straddled his stomach; then let his hands slip lower, between her parted legs. His fingers ran up and down her exposed pussy, framed between the leather straps of her harness. He teased her clit and dipped a finger between her lips, "My slave girl ready to fuck?" He grinned up at her.

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She looked down as he cupped her generous, firm breasts, toying with her nipples and the piercings within them, smiling gently as he became more comfortable with her presence, and the permission he had regarding her body. She wanted him to have a good time, wanted him to be satisfied. That mattered to her---like anyone else, she took pride in her work.

Arching her neck as he hooked a finger in her collar and tugged, following him toward the bed, following his lead, grinning as she crawled over, straddling him and looking down, shivering in pleasure as he teased her, grinding softly against his touch.

"Yes Master..." She slid back a little, nestling against his cock. "Very... very ready..." She looked down, a playful grin on her face. "Unless you want to hear me beg?"

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God damn she was good! Moved like silk in a lazy breeze, and smiled so perfectly it was almost innocent. Almost. Those eyes held a knowing glint, and pride in the effect she had. She knew what she was doing, and confident, comfortable even, despite being bound. Very few people would react that way.

She wasn't lying when she said she was ready either. Her backing up to sliding along his cock proved she was wet and ready as much as his finger had... only that displayed her skill in moving while locked up as she was. She was in no way hampered... he grinned and chuckled at her comment of begging. "No, no I think we'll save begging for tomorrow... besides, any more delay and I'll be the one doing the begging!"

He smiled and grabbed her by the hips again, pulling her up just a bit, so he could reach down and guide his throbbing cock inside her; urging her down with his other hand. Once she was seated fully on his shaft, he let out a sigh and just grinned at her a moment before coaxing her up again.

He didn't need to guide her, that much was clear. He just liked his hands on her; and as they fucked, those hands gradually left their place on her hips to roam over her secured arms, stomach and again to those, now beautifully bouncing, tits of hers. Jonesy could only grunt in approval. Words really weren't his just then. But pretty slave girl Vicky was.

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Vicky was good at what she did---partially because she enjoyed what she did. She could make a man feel wanted, and rarely was it entirely a lie. The demand for her skills, and the prices she charged meant she was afforded the luxury of choice in her clients, something not every girl in her line of work had. This was particularly pleasant however because she did genuinely want this. Yes, she had been paid staggeringly well to be his plaything for a week, but he was sincere, he was nice, he was handsome... and it was fun indulging him, feeling like she was the best thing he could imagine. The perfect present wrapped up under the tree.

She felt him grab her hips, repositioning her as he wished, her bound arms showcasing her body perfectly as he eased her onto him, groaning softly as he slid home, until she was pressed against his lap, her firm rear flush with his thighs, his shaft buried within her, her passage warm and tight. She followed his lead for a few moments while he set the pace, and then took over, easing herself up and down him, her thighs working as his hands explored her body, letting him fondle her tense, taut thighs, her bound arms, her flat stomach---before squealing approvingly as he grasped her breasts, which bounced with each downward thrust. She bowed her head, concentrating on his pleasure, her sex tight around him as she worked, but from all appearances his 'slave' was enjoying herself as well.

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Jonesy liked her squeal of approval. Hell, he liked every sound out of her... which was odd. Most women had a least one goofy noise they made during sex. Not Vicky it seemed, every one of them seemed natural, sincere and perfect. Of course sounds were not the focus. Her tight pussy was. as he stopped guiding her, she took over the pace... and didn't slow down. She was expertly pounding her tight body down his shaft as he felt her up. A man could get used to this... especially at the end of such a long night.

What really did it for him though, was looking up to see the heavy lidded smile. She was working hard to please him, and doing a superb job of it... but that smile seemed really genuine. When was the last time a guy saw a woman bound up, getting fucked, and grinning about it? That was what caused the twinge in his balls, and pushed him close to the edge in record time.

He grunted, he squeezed her tits, he probably made several odd faces as he tried to hold back, tried to enjoy this as long as possible, and get her off as well. He was too used to ensuring his partner was taken care of as well to not worry about it just because she was paid for.

"Oh God... so close.." he panted, his hand left her chest and once more took hold of her hips. He held onto her, and hauled her up and slammed her back down, as his hips rose to meet her---plunging his cock up into her. Hard, fast, and without though he guided both of their bodies in a brutal final stretch; until finally he groaned loaded, grunted with the force of their fucking and felt his body tense as he bliss overtook him.

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She felt his grip on her breasts tighten, just to that edge of discomfort, and the look he had as he was trying to hold back, the groan of being close. Grinning down at him, she tensed her sex, tightening against him. "It's alright... you've got all week with me...."

As far as she was concerned, there was no reason for him to wait. Groaning in pleasure as he lifted her up and then slammed her back down, her breasts bouncing with the force of his throats, she let out a contented sigh as he came, then fell back, leaving her to rock her hips slowly until she finally dismounted, sliding off him and settling on her side, her body pressed to his. She didn't say anything, content to let him speak, or simply to fall asleep with her beside him. She was, after all, his for the moment, and while she had shown some initiative to get him used to the idea of her---and what he could do---she was curious as to how he would act on his own.

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He didn't stand a chance. He came, hard, filling her with cum as she expertly rode him. Even then, she leaned back and used her body to prolong his pleasure until she knew, better than he, that he'd had enough. Fuck that was good!

And then the bound up little slave girl slid off him and lay beside him, casual, not making an issue out of anything. Patient. After the time he'd just had, and the day he'd had, he was ready to slip off to sleep... and she was quite an warm beside him.

Eventually he chuckled, "You know, if you keep quiet, who will remind me to unlock you before I drift off to sleep?" Maybe she could have slept like that, but unless she really got off on that sort of thing, he wasn't about to stand for it. Paid or not, everyone should get to be comfortable in bed at the end of a hard day---and he was certain her day had been harder than his.

He rolled to move and reach for her harness. He held the locks until they clicked, freeing her arms. He pulled back the covers and let them both squirm under them and smiled at her as he lay back down. "Ok, give me a few hours sleep at least, and then we're going to hear about that begging when we wake up. You've got me rather curious as to what my hot neighbor, turned lovely little slave girl begs for." He smiled warmly at her, and reached to turn out the last light. "Until then, sleep well, and thank you."

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Vicky had mentally prepared herself to sleep bound. He was right---it wouldn't be great sleep, even as used to it as she was, but she was braced for a less-than-restful week. Even if someone wasn't feeling particularly cruel, keeping a girl bound, the feeling of her being ''on hand'', was an appealing feeling, and one she would have indulged.

Still, she let out a quiet but grateful grunt as the magnets released, and she kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

Cuddling next to him, she blushed at the reference to them being neighbors, that feeling somewhat more intimate, like he was already part of her life---and part of her life like this. She smiled, pressing her warm, soft figure to his. "It was my pleasure." When she said that she meant it---she didn't have to do this for a living, and a generous, enthusiastic and attractive partner was something she looked forward to. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep, confident that a number of protective nanites would protect her from any consequences from their coupling, and she slept soundly---but lightly, as she always did when in a particularly submissive mood. So close to him, it was easy to tell when he was starting to stir, and he would awaken to the feeling of her lips wrapped around him, warm and undemanding as she remained cuddled against him.

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She thanked him, and she really seemed sincere about it being her pleasure; even cuddling up next to him in a way that felt very real. Jonesy instinctively wrapped an arm around her and and smiled, letting out a deep breath. Sleep came easily, he'd been tired before she'd been given to him, and now, a couple hours and some fun times later, he was out like a light. And he slept really well, really deeply---something that was often elusive to him. With her warm, essentially naked body pressed to hi, he slept like the dead.

When the light from the sun had lit up the room, even here, it meant it was midday, and he started to wake. Before his mind could even muster enough to command his eyes to open, however, he felt hot breath, followed by a hotter, wet mouth on his cock. He signed in bliss, and just lay there, enjoying her attentions.

She didn't seem hurried, hell didn't even seem like she was trying to get him off... just to wake him pleasantly. It fucking worked! His hard shaft in her mouth and the way her lips and tongue were all over him, Jonesy was brought from slumber in the most agreeable way he'd never bothered to imagine.

Finally he opened his eyes, smiling, and looked down at the pretty red head with his dick between her lips. "Good morning to you too!" He moaned in approval again, and squirmed a bit on the bed, getting more comfortable; watching her casually suck his cock. Fuck that was hot!

Eventually though, it needed to either result in something, or it was time to move on. Recalling their night, Jonesy knew which was more important to him. "Come here, your hands can play with that while we talk. As I recall, I wanted to know what sort of things pretty slave girls beg for. What is it that's going to make you scream... because that's something that is fast rising to the top of my agenda here."

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Vicky wasn't hurried, neither seeking his orgasm necessarily nor wanting him to stop, simply working her lips up and down him as a pleasant way to wake up, warm and wet as she felt him harden in her mouth, her tongue flicking over his tip. She looked up at him, her eyes bright as she continued to work, letting out a soft little moan as he wished her good morning, shifting slightly to give him a better view.

After awhile, her head still bobbing up and down, she motioned her up, and she obediently slid up his body, her hands taking the place of her mouth, his cock already lubricated as her hands started working up and down his body. "What I beg for... what makes me scream..."

She gave him a wicked little smile, deciding to give him the truth, or at least a little bit of it. "A girl like me might coo softly..." she moved close to him, her body pressing to his side, whispering in his ear. "And beg her Master to please her. To hold her down, a hand on her jaw making her arch her neck, another between her legs, working her until he grows bored, heedless to whether she had cum... or how many times."

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She was really playing this slave girl think to the hilt! But Jonesy caught her eye, and either she was the best actress ever, or there was a hint of truth to this. Maybe she just really enjoyed her job? It wasn't something that people often considered a real profession, but clearly Vicky did. Professional pride? Workmanship? Work ethic? Why couldn't those apply to being a prostitute?

Jonesy smiled back at her and nodded, still loving the way her hand slid up and down his shaft, how her body pressed to his. He pondered her words for a second, and then made a decision. "Well, first thing's first. I know you're paid to please, but we're also neighbors, lets be honest with each other. Don't give me any fake screaming, pretending to orgasm. If it happens, I'd like to know it's real. If not, I'm still going to have a great week." he chuckled, and then moved her placing her hands behind her back, and activating the magnets on her wrist cuffs to link together.

"Second, we're going to enjoy the little game you just described here, but I would like you to be honest with me as well. It turns out I like my job too, which essentially comes down to hospitality. You might be paid to be here for the week, but I still pride myself on being genuine and accommodating."

He rolled her to face away from him, and slid up behind her, basically placing his cock back in her bound hands, as he reached around and started playing with her tits with one hand, while the other roamed over her body in gentle exploration. "So with honesty in mind, tell me all the kinky shit you actually like to do, while I play with and enjoy you." His hand slipped up from her chest to her neck, gripping firmly, but not enough to impair breath or speaking, but did tilt her head back a bit. The other pushed its way between her thighs and began massaging her sex. "Mmmm, yeah this is going to be a great week, I can tell."


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Libel! Slander! Every word of the damn newspapers reporting was a lie, painting Tsula's father as a monstrous abuser who harassed and attacked his employees. Her gentleman father, who demanded the highest level of respect for his female employees? It was positively absurd. It wasn't even employees lobbying the complaints, but business rivals. As sure as she was that the allegations would just blow over in time, things were worse than ever. Her father was on the verge of losing everything, his entire business crumbling around him. What would he be left with when this blows over? Would there be anything left at all?

That was why she found herself sitting outside Xavier Santos office, one long leg folded over the other. She and the man had a... complicated relationship. Ever since she was a teen, she had fancied him. A few years older than her, the man rose to fame early for his brilliant mind and expert business tactics. As Tsula got older, her interest in the man rose. She found herself playing a cheeky game, testing to see what his limits were in regards to, well, her. She would saunter around his office in a short skirt and no panties, crossing and uncrossing her legs often enough for him to see her bare sex. Once just a month or so ago, more than tipsy from a night out with friends, she'd even gone as far as to rub him through his designer suit, encouraging his cock fully hard. Truth be told on that occasion she fully intended to fuck the man, but passed out on his lap instead. She woke alone and unfucked and, pouting, refused to touch him since. Her clothes got more modest and she intended to make him beg her for her skin.

And so Tsula was back in a short red dress, finally escorted back to her father's friend's office to sit across from him. Under her dress, she wore absolutely nothing, making that clear when she folded one long leg over the other. "Hello, Mr. Santos." She said, her head held high despite the proposition she was about to make. "I know you've heard about my father's... predicament. I came to negotiate a favor from you. To save my father and my family from a life of unjust poverty."

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Xavier Santos was finishing off a report he needed to read when his secretary told him someone was there to see him. He hadn't been expecting anyone so he turned on the camera in his waiting room and looked at who it was. He let out a groan before looking to make sure he had something for the headache he was about to receive. She was either here to tease him or to talk about her father, both subjects were a little iffy at the moment. He had seen the news just like everyone else. He wasn't sure he believed it, but he had already seen the projections on what her father would lose, and it was pretty much everything.

He pressed a button and let her know that she could be shown back into his office. He looked up when she walked in and saw that she was wearing a short red dress. He knew what that meant and it was confirmed a moment later when she moved her legs just to show him. He was used to this seeing as she had been doing it for years now. Though something about the way she was sitting was different as he watched her for a moment. He was going to be the first one to speak when she started in and he looked at her. So he had been right, it was all about her father. He couldn't be too surprised at that though.

He let her finish before he said anything as he pointed out a report on his desk. "I just got done reading about it, and the projections on what he is going to lose. I don't know how I can help you Tsula. He is going to lose it all, and the only way to stop it is to prove the allegations false. Which is going to be harder said than done with how many there are. Finding out who stated it all is going to be a big task." He said as he didn't look down at her bare and instead looked up at her. "So, what do you bring to the negotiation table." He said as he watched her for another moment before he sat back in his chair and waited.

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Xavier was right, her father was set to go down. Not only would he lose his life's work, but his reputation as well. What they needed was an independently funded investigator to find who began the rumors and why, so that they could get to the very bottom of this attack. But that took money, and right now that was exactly what the Louvells didn't have. So she sat primly, her hands folded neatly in her lap.

Tsula wasn't a vain woman, but she knew she was pretty enough. She kept her figure lean, emphasizing her modest breasts and the generous curve of her hips. While her father was a fair French man, she inherited her mother's tanned amber skin. Freckles decorated her face, and she often left those on display with even enough complexion to not need a heavy layer of makeup. Dark curls framed delicate features, but her full lips were, for once, pulled into a contemplative frown.

"I offer myself." She announced, pulling paperwork from her purse to set in front of the man. "Ten years of absolute servitude." Her eyes met his, dark and serious. "I have spent years tormenting you, and I offer you full revenge. You can do whatever you want to me. Fuck me. Beat me. Make me clean your penthouse. Use me as a whore or a pet or just put me in my place. I will not complain even once."

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Xavier watched her for a moment as he wanted to see what her reaction to what he said was. He wasn't surprised that she didn't flinch. If her father hadn't already told her, he was sure it had been pointed out more than once. Her father was going to lose everything, and it wasn't a matter of it, it was when. He shifted in his seat to stand up for a moment and walk over to a stand with a decanter and glasses on it. He poured himself a glass of whiskey before offering her one and pouring it for her if she took it. He then took a seat and watched her as she began to speak.

He looked down at the papers she put in front of him. He picked it up and started looking it over. It was well drawn up and made sure that it wasn't listed as slavery. He looked back up at her and watched her as she finished the rest of her sentence. He kept reading it over and had to admit that if he signed it, he could do anything with her that he wanted. He could whore her out, he could beat her, he could even lock her up and barely fed her for ten years if he wanted.

He put the document down and took a drink of his whiskey. "So, ten years, I can do whatever I want. Do you have a number you need in mind? Or are we going to go by I just supply the money your father needs? I would rather set a firm number, and if he breaks it without figuring it out or getting back on his feet, then I am at no fault and the deal stays in place. I am not saying I don't trust the man, I have known him for years, but in case the accusations turn out to be true, I need to be covered." He said as he pulled out a pen and set it down on the form. "If we can agree on a number, I'll sign and start right now." He said as he leaned back in his chair.

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The entire deal was a gamble. He could decide it was crueler to let her fall with her father, to just watch from the sidelines as they lost everything to the damn rumor train. Would that just be karma for the hell she's put him through over the years? Maybe. Tsula held her breath as the man poured them both a whiskey, taking it with fingers that trembled ever so slightly with the anxiety that churned in her stomach.

He looked through the papers and she held her breath, sipping on the strong drink for liquid courage. It felt an odd thing to pray for, that he would essentially take her as a personal pet, but she did so all the same.

"The accusations aren't true." She said quickly, desperately. Her eyes lowered, brimmed with tears. "My father isn't like... me. He's a good man. He doesn't tease others. He doesn't expect favors. He's... a gentleman. We just need a chance to prove that to be true." Fingers clenched on her dress, still shaking slightly. "All I ask is for two and a half million." Tsula continued, "Enough for him to land on his feet, but only about a quarter of a million per year of ownership. It's a fine deal for you."

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Xavier watched her as she over the top of the paper and she held her breath. He knew that the anticipation was getting to her. Though for all the shit she had put him through over the years, he thought it was a good idea to let her sweat about. Then she was going over how much she wanted and he let out a low whistle. It was a lot up front but she was right about it not being that much throughout the deal. His eyes cut up to look at her before he skimmed over the agreement again to make sure that it was airtight.

He put it down again and stood up to walk over to her. His hands moved out to turn her and look at her neck and down the front of her dress. He then reached down and opened her legs so that he could look at it finally with a decent view. "Sorry dear, you never buy merchandise without inspecting it first." He said as he looked up at her and then made her stand up so that could get a good look at her ass. He then told her that she could sit back down as he walked back around his desk and took another sip of the whiskey that he had poured himself as he watched her for a moment.

"Too bad your virginity isn't intact or I would give you three, or was that just another tease? Saying boys couldn't resist that tight pussy?" He asked. He then grabbed the document again and smiled at her. "I'll tell you what, come around here and prove it. Prove that you are going to obey every command. Take off the dress, get on your knees, and suck my cock until I cum down your throat. Do that and I will sign that deal and send the two and a half over his way before you can finish swallowing." He said as he sat back and waited for what she was going to say.

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The man's low whistle made Tsula's blood run cold. She thought she was being quite reasonable. After all, what was a few million to someone like him? Back before the scandal, two million was all but change in her purse. Surely, it was the same for him?

In the years that she knew Xavier, he had never laid a single hand on her. Always respectful of her family, he took her teasing like a gentleman. Now, though, she watched as her heart pounded as he strolled to her, taking in a good look at the body her red dress barely hid. His hands were warm and firm, turning her this way and that to see her body up close. She bit her tongue at his comment, not wanting to point out that he's seen plenty of her body. "I, of course, included an STI report in the paperwork. I am free of any and all venereal diseases."

He strolled back to his desk and she took in his order with a rush of relief. "Yes, Master." She purred, pushing the dress off her shoulders and down her lean, but curvy body. For the first time, she was completely bare in front of him. For this deal, she forgoed any underwear, standing bare and unashamed. Still young, her breasts hung proud and perky, topped with dark nipples that hardened in the cool air. Her body was hairless and smooth, ready for a night of play.

For now, that play meant getting on her knees and crawling to the man. Her hands ran up between his thighs, touching him properly for the first time. "I am not a virgin, but not a slut either. I've only had one partner before this." She revealed, undoing his plants to free his cock. Immediately, Tsula got to work running her tongue up his length. Normally, she'd spend time teasing and getting her lover's member nice and hard, but doubted he'd appreciate more waiting. Instead, she took the head of his member of his cock into her mouth and ran her tongue under him. Slowly she urged him fully hard to take deep into her ready mouth.

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Xavier watched her as she agreed and stood up to take her dress off. It was the first time even with all the teasing that he had seen her without anything on. He noted that she was hairless and he smirked at that. "That is something you will be keeping up if I sign this paper. The only place I ever want to see hair is on your head." He said as he looked up to see that her nipples were hardening in the cool air of the office. He also wondered if there was a part of her that got off on this. She had teased him enough throughout the years for him to think it was at least possible.

He watched as she crawled over to him as she started to touch him. He relaxed back into the seat not doing anything to hinder or help her. He was getting to see if he was going to get his money's worth, and he was going to be very critical. "I will admit that I am surprised about that. As often as you tried to give it to me." He said as he watched her start to play with his cock. The way she licked the underside of it made him moan as he looked down at her. She didn't seem to be wasting any more time as she moved and took him into her mouth.

He groaned at that and reached down to put his hand into her hair. He didn't do anything but tangle his fingers into it. That way in case he needed to guide her or hold her down he could. He knew his cock wasn't small, and he smirked as he looked down at her. "If I don't hear you gagging then you aren't trying hard enough for my money." He said as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

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What could Tsula say to that? That she hadn't had a serious boyfriend since she started teasing him? That she had been waiting for him to notice her as more than just a pest, but as a woman who was interested in his gaze and touch? No. She couldn't do that now. If she let him know that she wanted him more than he wanted her, then the deal could be ruined.

Besides, there were better things to occupy her attention than thoughts of her childish crush. The man's cock throbbed in her lips, and she was quick to encourage that pleasure with sweeps of her tongue. His fingers wrapped in her dark curls, not yet guiding or tugging. That, she hoped, wouldn't last terribly long. At his encouragement, she bobbed deeper and deeper, until his cock pressed hard against the back of her throat. Every plunge made her coke and gag, tears gathering in her eyes. Despite the tears that threatened to spill over, her heart pounded with excitement. She was finally taking the man as her lover! Sure, it wasn't as she wanted, but he... wanted... her.

Her hands gently cradled his sack, careful to not cause any pain as she plunged faster and faster over his member. "Mmmmm" She groaned each time she came up for air, her dark brown eyes meeting his with a sultry look.

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Xavier watched her as she swiped her tongue across his cock and let out a groan. There had been plenty of times that he had almost gotten this very thing. His cock buried deep into her throat. Then she would pull back and he would realize it was just another part of her teasing. She had done it to him so often he had started to either ignore it or just assume that if he did anything she would cry rape. Though that wasn't something she could do now with the agreement sitting on the table. All it needed was his signature and her father would have the money he needed to keep afloat.

He groaned as he could feel the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. He listened to her gag and could see the tears in her eyes. She was going to be a good slut for him it seemed, since he hadn't even signed on the dotted line yet and she was already doing what he needed. Each time she came up for air he smirked and listened to her. "Mm, do you like sucking cock or is mine just that nice?" He asked as he sued the hand at the back of her head to hold his cock down her throat for a second before he let her pull back for air.

He grabbed his pin and pulled the agreement over to him as he looked down at her. His other hand came down to grab her breasts one by one before letting them fall back. "You teased me with those for too damn long. They are going to get abused. Show me how good you can be and get me to cum. I'll sign while you swallow then your dad can get his money." He said as he pushed his cock down her throat again. He then let her up and a few moments later he was cumming in her mouth as he reached over and signed his name to the document, sealing the deal and making her his toy.

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He was rough, but then he deserved to be. So many times she had gotten so close to giving in, but just wanted that assurance that he wanted her. That it wouldn't just be a single point of contact between them and he'd lose interest as soon as he got what he---well, what they both---wanted. Wanting and not having is not nearly as bad as having and losing. But that wasn't a concern now.

With his cock deep in her throat, his question went unanswered. All that mattered was how deep he forced her down on his cock, forcing her to root him with each thrust. It was glorious! She groaned in anticipation, tongue flicking against his meaty member between deep thrusts. His hands squeezes her breasts, listing and dropping the perky mounds before promising her pain and suffering---which made Tsula all but quiver in anticipation.

Finally, after minutes of working his member, the man exploded in her mouth. Eagerly, desperately she swallowed own the thick load. Her eyes widened, unfamiliar still with the strong taste of seed, something she hadn't experienced with her condom-donning boyfriend many years ago. Still, she refused to let a drop go to waste, lapping him clean with long drags of her tongue. "Did I please you, Master?" She purred as she pulled back at last, still cupping his balls in her hands. "If not, there are still other ways I can be of use for your delicious cock."

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Xavier watched her as she quivered when he mentioned that he was going to hurt her. He wondered if she liked pain for a moment before she was taking his cock back down her throat again. It made it hard to focus as he groaned and leaned his head back against the headrest of his chair. His eyes were down on her as he started to cum and he watched her swallow all of it. Though he could tell by the look in her eyes that it was the first item anyone had come in her mouth. He moaned as she licked his cock clean before looking up at him and asking if she had done okay.

"Yes, you did fine. You should get used to the state since you are going to be doing it for a while." He said as he looked down at her and then put his cock away. "Well, I need to get this filed or you will be doing this for free." He said as he reached down and grabbed her breasts again. "We are going to have to get those pierced. You would look good with a bit of jewelry." He said as he walked out of his office for a minute and told his secretary to send the agreement to his lawyer and then get the money sent over. That way the deal was set and there was nothing she could do about it.

He walked back into his office and looked down at her still on the floor. "What do you think you could do for my cock to make it better?" He asked as he used his hand in her hair to pull her closer to him and play with her tits as he sat down and watched her.

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Tsula bit her lip at the mention of piercings. Needles weren't her favorite things ever, but she had to admit that there were benefits to being pierced. Toys and jewelry that could be used to enhance pleasure and dominance. That certainly got a reaction from her body. Her clit pulsed softly, sending waves of desire running up her nude body. Her expression, though, remained a passive smile, even as the handsome man played with her breasts. "I think I would like that." She inclined her head slightly, sinking back on her heels as he got up to file the paperwork.

While he was gone, she couldn't help but think of all the things they would do now. How he would use her, as his personal whore. It sent her heart beating, and she shot the man a feverish grin as he returned to the room.

"Well..." Tsula again ran her hands up his thighs, not quite touching him intimately yet. "I could ride you there on the chair, until you cum inside me. I am on birth control, so you don't have to worry about anything there. Or you could turn me over the desk and show me my place. Barring that, you could press me against the window... I am yours for the taking."

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Xavier smiled at the fact that she was instantly back to touching him as soon as he entered the room. Then she was saying what she could do for him to give him more pleasure and he thought about it for a moment. He smirked down at her and reached down to pinch each nipple once and then to reach further down and tease at her clit. "Probably get you a piercing on your nipples and then one on your hood. I don't care if you like the idea, you are mine for ten years. Plus you should just be ready to go most places naked unless I have to put clothes on you." He said as he looked down at her.

He used his hands in her hair to make her stand up and then bent her over the desk. He was mindful that she did not touch anything important to knock it out of the way. He then looked down at her ass to get a good close look at it before he put his hand down hard on her right ass cheek. He then repeated the process with the right and then switched between them for five hits each. "That is for all the times you teased me." He said as he looked down at her and then spread her pussy with his fingers to get a better look at it. "Still, too bad I didn't get you first." He said as he reached down and lined himself up.

He then pushed forward and sank his cock into her pussy until he bottomed out inside of her. He then smacked her ass again as he began to set a hard and steady pace into her as he looked down at her. "Maybe one of these days I'll take you off birth control since I like breeding. I like the scare of it and the actions that led to it." He groaned as he gripped her hips tight and started to pound her over the desk.

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What should be threats only made Tsula's heart pound with anticipation. How dark would the man go with her? She didn't know, but a part of her couldn't wait to find out. Piercings were already being discussed, and she could just imagine herself being spread on a table, someone working between her legs to satisfy her master's desires for her. There was a certain eroticism to being helpless to his whims, particularly ones with permanent implications. Again, she found herself wondering exactly who was benefiting more from their little arrangement.

He drew her up, bending her carefully over the desk to begin abusing her ass with his hand. "Mmm!" She grunted with each impact, "I understand, Master!"

Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk, eyes squeezed shut as he got revenge on her ass. Eventually, he finished making her whimper, lining his cock up with her ready sex to take her as his pet. Each thrust pushed her into the desk, but Tsula couldn't care less. Her eyes were glazed with lust, pleasure already growing in her core as her longtime crush used her body as his personal toy. "W-what else will you do to me?" She questioned, his every threatening word driving her up higher in pleasure.

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Xavier watched her as she seemed to enjoy each time he hit her ass. Which only made him hit it harder each time his hand came down on her ass. She knew why he was doing it, and she knew she deserved it. She had been teasing him for years and he was finally getting at least some form of payback as his hand left marks on her ass. Though he moved on with that a moment later as he finally sunk his cock into her and began to take her hard and fast across his desk.

He could see the lust in her eyes as he pounded into her and he smiled at that. It only made his hips drive harder into hers as he reached up to pinch her nipples before rolling them in his fingers. The fact that she was asking him what else he planned to do to her made him smile as he pushed deeper and opened up more of her to his cock as he pounded her out. His fingers pulled her nipples again before he let them go this time to smack her ass again as he looked down at her.

"Whatever I want to do with you. You signed yourself over to me. I could give you to my friends, let them use you like the bitch you are. I could take you home and tie you to the bed and beat you. I could do so many things to you, like getting my name tattooed right about your pussy and saying it's only mine. I am going to do oh so many things to you. Some of them you will like, others you won't." He teased as he pulled her harder back on his cock and fucked into her harder.


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Everything about the average apartment that Tsula found herself in felt... weird. Profoundly weird. Luxury was at her fingertips for most of her life. She had a king-sized bed with goose-down pillows as a child, and enough housekeepers and nannies to clean a castle and raise an army of children. Not that her parents weren't constant figures in her life. Her father, Alessandro Marcone, was an affectionate man and a contrasting figure to the mysterious uncle who was ever-proper and reserved at their few meetings during holidays and family events. And if she was smart, he'd have stayed just that. A distant relative she knew almost nothing about, but knew surprisingly much about her.

But she had to stick her nose into the life of the notorious Gentleman Johnny Marcone, and where did it land her? In a quiet apartment in Milwaukee, under her own version of witness protection.

Tsula heaved a sigh, pouring herself a cup of scalding hot coffee to combat the oppressive cold of winter in the city. The building's heat was on, but she craved the soft comfort of a fire. Instead, she pushed down her discomfort, moving to a corn board full of names and faces she semi-recognized from her kidnapping. The morons left her uncuffed in the back of their van, just close enough to one of the thugs that she could yank his own knife free and plunge it... she stopped, the taste of bile rising in her throat. A swig of coffee helped with the burn.

A finger tapped against her bare thigh, not caring about walking around her own apartment in just boyshorts and a loose shirt. At least, until she changed into something warmer. Not that she didn't prefer a warm home over layers of sweaters, though.

Movement caught her eyes, flickering to a figure emerging from the second room. Gabriel. Her hired muscle, a man whose reputation as a martial artist and bodyguard proceeded him. A man she sunk nearly ten million dollars into hiring. She raised her cup to him, "There's more in the kettle." Tsula informs him crisply, turning back to the board. There had to be a clue among the chaos. Something she was missing. There had to be!

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Seeing her already absorbed again, Gabriel simply nodded and headed to pour his own cup of coffee from the pot while it was still fresh. Sipping at it gently, he settled back against the wall where he could watch the door to the simply furnished apartment while also keeping an eye on his eccentric new client. Gabriel didn't even know her real name, quite certain the one she had introduced herself by was a hastily adopted alias. But then, he didn't really need to as long as her money was good, and the transfer from a numbered account to his own had gone smoothly to hire him for the next six months. Whatever madcap conspiracy she imagined herself to be the target of was also her business, likely explained in convoluted detail across the cork board covered with clipped photos and names on scraps of paper, but Gabriel had spent years living by a very simple truism. Just because you're crazy doesn't mean someone isn't out to get you.

For certain, he could speak to the truth of that personally. The skills and abilities that had allowed him to earn top-notch money as a bodyguard and fighter had come with a price of their own, rooted as they were in his blood. It had been a somewhat shocking surprise the first time a squad of quasi-spectral ninjas had tried to murder him, but in the years since then he'd become almost complacent regarding the irregular but periodic attempts by the dark Yama Kings to kill him, as they attempted to kill every one of Sun Wukong's countless by-blows. The speed and strength that came with his half-immortal blood almost made up for the inconvenience, though the Monkey King had accumulated many other enemies across his immortal existence and far too many of them were happy to strike down his offspring. Not that the womanizing bastard cared, of course---he could just go make more.

Ultimately, the point was that even if the young woman's specific enemies were imaginary, no one with the sort of wealth she could casually throw around lacked people who'd happily do her harm. And for all that she was prettier than any of the women he'd flirted with in bars, it was his job to keep her safe and he'd devote all his attention to that for as long as she was paying him.

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She could be crazy. Tsula considered that possibility seriously in the aftermath of her abduction, where the impossible seemed to happen and she only barely managed to make it out unscathed. Surely no sane person would think they were being kidnapped by monsters. No sane human would think they would be able to get away. No sane person would think a pack of wolves would appear in the middle of the city to fight off said monsters, for goodness sake! There were plenty of reasons to believe she had lost her damn mind, but locking herself in an asylum would only make her a sitting duck if the inhuman assassins were in real.

With a sigh, Tsula pinched the bridge of her nose, setting down the cup. If her uncle knew anyone tried to hurt her---human or otherwise---there'd be hell to pay. Chicago would be painted with the blood of his foolish enemies and she'd have to live with the fact that probing into his business cost people their lives. An unacceptable proposition.

Never did she imagine anyone would peg her as a Marcone. Her uncle and father were both traditionally Italian men, who could only generously be called tanned. Her mother, though, was mostly black and Cherokee, and Tsula took more after her in complexion. You'd have to look close to notice the same dollar-colored eyes and strong features that she inherited from her father. Especially in a country so obsessed with skin color. And as protective as her father could be about keeping the family out of the limelight, she thought... well... she'd be invisible in Chicago. Another face in a crowd of millions. How did that work out?

She drowned her misery in another swig of coffee. Today was going to be a busy day, mostly searching for information. "We are going out today." Tsula informed Gabriel, reaching for her sweater to pull it over her head, ignoring how it lifted the hem of her undershirt, a sliver of her flat stomach peeking out for a moment. Gabriel was a grown man. A handsome grown man. He's seen women naked before. A bit of belly wasn't going to cause trouble. "I need to go to to a bookshop I've heard of. Talismans and Tongues. It has... information."

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Gabriel nodded, assessing her appearance. The sweater and pants were still quite flattering to her figure, but not enough to draw more than the usual sort of eyes. More importantly, neither of them appeared to be particularly expensive, and she had avoided any particularly flashy jewelry. The petty thieves and crooks would look for a better return on their effort; the professionals would be perceptive enough to spot him and seek out easier prey. "Very well, Miss. I will go and check the car."

Leaving her inside for the moment, he headed outside to where the nondescript and slightly battered vehicle was parked, giving it a thorough examination inside and out, with a extendable mirror to check the underside for bombs or tracking devices that might have been attached during the night. He didn't know the specific shop she intended on visiting, not having spent a great deal of time in Chicago, but he was quite familiar with its type. They stocked mostly useless trinkets, preying on the gullibility of people looking to dabble in New Age spiritualism with crystals and harmonizing incense burners, but would also keep a smaller and more secretive stock of genuinely magical ingredients that the bottom-feeders of the magical world could make use of. What information she hoped to find there was a mystery to him, but it was very unlikely to be a place that would pose undue danger to her.

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Inwardly, Tsula winced at the word 'Miss'. She always insisted her help refer to her by name. Her real name. Still, she knew the man was only being professional. That was what he was, after all. She hired him for his martial arts skill, not to be her newest fair-water friend. If he wanted to call her miss and erect walls of propriety around them, then she had no reason to complain.

Sighing again, she moved to the counter to grab a couple slices of bread, dumping them into the toaster for a quick breakfast to tie them over until they could eat out. A jar of sweet jam was always a nice addition to toast, and she hummed to herself as she prepared the simple breakfast. No doubt Gabriel was checking the car for bugs and bombs---not that she expected to be found now. Not a city away, under another assumed name and with no ties to her old lives. Not this soon.

The door swung open again, and she flung one of the pieces of toast at the figure coming in. "Here Gabe, eat up. Can't have you passing out from hunger on me."

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Gabriel stepped back inside the apartment only to see something flying towards his head. Almost instinctively the world around him slowed to a syrupy crawl, giving him time to identify the projectile as nothing more than a piece of toast. Hardly a threat, and he was careful not to make too free use of his inherited gifts for fear of advertising his supernatural heritage to potential enemies. There wasn't anyone watching them that he knew of, but a healthy amount of paranoia was a job requirement in the close-protection business, so Gabriel assumed that someone would be looking that way even if it wasn't anyone hostile.

Deliberately keeping his reflexes under control, he pushed the world to resume its normal pace and reached up. Instead of snatching the jam-coated slice cleanly from the air, he bobbled it just a bit before catching it and taking a bite. Giving her a nod of thanks, he went back into his bedroom for a moment and came out with his shoulder holster, slipping the pistol he carried into place before taking his jacket off the clothing hook and pulling it on. With any luck, this would just be another uneventful day as his client indulged her imagination harmlessly, but a more cynical corner of his mind doubted that any job paying this much would be that easy.

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The way the man juggled his toast made Tsula laugh, giving him a round of applause for managing to get the toast in his mouth. "I suppose someone in your line of work would have to have good reflexes." She smiled brightly, moving to her room to slip a concealed gun under her sweater as well. Just because she had a bodyguard doesn't mean she can afford to go around unarmed. Not again, anyway. And as a Marcone, she was as familiar with a gun as she was a phone. That was one of her first clues that something was wrong with her family, in fact. Who trained children so diligently in self-defense?

Once her gun was properly in the holster, she stepped out to greet the man. "Afraid you have to drive. I'm not allowed." A point of contention of hers since she turned sixteen, years ago. Not only did she not have a license under her new name, but a minor history of epilepsy meant her family insisted she never learn to drive. Better to have a driver, than to risk an incident on the road.

"Say..." She started, heading out by Gabriel's side. "How much do you know about the heavy hitters in Chicago? Dresden, the Raith family, and the..." She paused, forcing her voice casual, "Johnny Marcone?"

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Gabriel would have insisted on driving anyways---hard to protect someone effectively from the back seat, after all. It was a relief that she wasn't going to fight him on that---some people he had worked for in the past got incredibly stubborn about pretending their life was still normal without anything important having changed. The comment about his reflexes did amuse him, though, considering how he'd needed to suppress them down to a merely human level of reaction time.

As they headed for the car, he considered her question. "I'm not a native to the area, Miss, so I don't know a lot about the big players here. I've never heard of any Dresdens. Raith---I've seen that name on a few buildings and in the newspaper, I gather he's a local philanthropist of some kind. Marcone... also not a name I can connect off the top of my head, unfortunately. If you think any of these people might have reason to threaten you, please let me know. It is easier to guard against something I can expect."

Almost everything he'd told her was true, as well. The names Dresden and Marcone were both mysteries to him; however important they were in Chicago, their influence outside that must not be very large. The Raith family did indeed spend a lot of money on philanthropy---the fact that they were one of the preeminent White Court vampire lineages was another matter entirely and not one he'd be discussing openly in any case.

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Tsula considered his words carefully. He was right, he had to know at least something if he was to actually do his job. She couldn't exactly tell him everything---not without the risk of him dumping the money back in her account after learning he signed up for more than he wanted. Or just deciding she was outright crazy. Crazy people didn't need that much defending, now did they?

She heaved a sigh, searching for the best lie that gave just enough away for the man. "I was... kidnapped, just a few days before I contacted you." She admitted, moving into the back seat and buckling herself in securely. "It was out of nowhere, and I only just escaped with some---uh---help. Before that, I managed to hear some of what they were saying they'd do to me and I wasn't going to get out of it alive. I also heard them talking about a man they claimed was a wizard, Dresden, a mafia-style crime boss, Marcone, and what they called White-Courts, the Raiths." Tsula chewed on her lip for a moment, considering if she had said too much, before adding in a softer voice. "I don't think they were involved, any of them. I think those were the people they were scared of."

Her eyes flickered to the mirror, face a little pale. "They're going to come after me again. I know too much."

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Gabriel shifted the car into gear and pulled out, navigating with one eye while keeping his head on a swivel to scan their surroundings. This job was getting more interesting by the minute, now that he'd gotten ''Tsula'' to open up a bit. Wizards were dangerous people---he'd only met a few, and didn't know any well since they tended to be rather snobbish towards the non-wizardly types. But you crossed one at your peril, and few people survived it more than once.

And considering how paranoid the magical shadow community was about getting mortals involved in their affairs, anyone afraid of retribution from both sides of the line had to be playing a very dangerous game. How his client figured into all this he didn't know, but he was beginning to suspect she was less crazy than he first thought. "Personally, if I had pissed off Merlin, the Godfather, and the richest aristocrats in Chicago all at the same time I'd be pretty scared too. And you said this other bunch of people kidnapped you---do you know why? Are you important to one of those power players somehow?"

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The question made Tsula's lips tighten. Did she give away too much within the first day? She didn't intend for the man to know who she was, but if he didn't know the Marcones... no. She couldn't risk him suggesting she reach out to her uncle. There were too many lives at stake.

"I think it is safe to say that someone important would be very, very angry to see me dead." Tsula said crisply, in a tone that demanded no further questions on the matter. "And I have not pissed off these families. I was to be the lynchpin that set them against each other, I think. At least, those were the names I recognize." Her eyes flickered to his in the mirror. "They weren't exactly quiet about their plans, given I wasn't supposed to survive them."

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"I'd think if they had stayed tight-lipped around you, it would be more concerning. Real professionals will always at least consider the possibility you would survive. Which you did, obviously. But that's behind it all, and I guarantee you'll be surviving from now on as well. My apologies for being nosy, it's none of my business." Gabriel fell silent and went back to focusing on the road, though internally he considered what he had learned. Tsula couldn't be a wizard---she wouldn't need a bodyguard if that was the case, and if she was linked to the White Court they would be more likely to use their own resources than hire a mercenary like himself. It wasn't impossible, though---vampire politics were inscrutable to him, and he liked it that way. That left the underworld kingpin, but that didn't make sense either. The list of people who were both active in the mortal world and influential in the supernatural world was a small one, and next to none of them were purely mortal themselves. A mere mafia boss wouldn't even register as an obstacle to any of the magical world's real heavyweights, let alone be considered scary.

Ultimately, Gabriel was simply going to have to take his own advice. Politics wasn't his job, and never would be. He just kept people alive, usually by doing the reverse to someone else who wanted them dead.

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"That was my thinking as well." Tsula nodded, "The fact that they were so open about who they wanted to antagonize did not bode well for me."

She raised an eyebrow, wondering for a moment if she had been too stern with the man. "No need to apologize." She assured him, waving the gesture off. "You want to know because it's easier to defend me when you know the whole truth. I'm just telling you, you don't want to know everything. It's... safer if certain people aren't involved." With that she turned to look out the window, watching the blur of building pass by. Another big city, and she was just another face in the crowd. That was the most important thing.

As they approached the bookstore, she gathered her things to get ready to go. Her fingers touched the gun, taking in a long breath. It was time to go out again, for the first time since the kidnapping. But she was fine this time. She had Gabriel now.

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Gabriel could see the tension and fear in her posture and expression as he parked the car in an empty spot along the side of the street, and he couldn't help but feel sympathy for her. She couldn't be more than twenty and had already been kidnapped by something with at least one foot in the magical world. He got the impression they hadn't been entirely human either, though she hadn't gone into detail. Gabriel hadn't been much younger than that the first time he had been attacked by yaoguai, and it had been a similarly traumatic introduction to the supernatural. The first time he'd prepared to step outside afterwards, he had felt much the same way she clearly did now.

"Don't let the fear make decisions for you, Tsula. People are wired to notice fear, whether it's for their own safety or not. You'll draw everyone's attention if you go walking around that way, instead of being ignored and unnoticed like you want to be. Just relax and trust that whatever might still be after you, it'll have a rude surprise waiting." His tone was soft and kind, letting the professional mask drop for a moment. Trusting his peripheral vision, he got out of the car and came around to the back door to open it, but in the way a slightly overprotective boyfriend would do rather than a crisply professional bodyguard. Having a personal goon obviously following her around would be no less attention-getting than nervously jumping at shadows.

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The man's words pulled her from her introspection, grounding her back in the reality that she was now protected. True, the man only stood by her side because she emptied a fortune into his bank account. A part of her thought she overpaid, even as generous as she could be. Ten million dollars for just six months of protection? Would that even be enough time for her to learn who was hunting her? If not, she supposed she could always empty her trust account more. There were plenty waiting for her.

She flashed the man a kind smile. "Then let's not look out of the ordinary." She insisted, stepping out of the car, her arm wrapping around his. She pulled him close, ignoring how his bicep pressed against her perky chest. He was a professional, he knew how important an act could be. And she still left his dominant hand free in case they needed quick action. "Let's head inside, Gabriel." Tsula's smile looked almost natural, dark eyes only hinting at her fear.