-1-
Gaige Zajicek
quietly sidles up beside Haley and pulls a maraschino cherry out of his abandoned drink.
“I think the cherries are expired,” Haley informs Gaige. Haley rests his head in his arms, he'd been patiently waiting for the leather covered Control bartender to bring him the bottled water and a bag of chocolate candies he’d just ordered
Details like expiration dates on canned cherries sometimes got forgotten in the Control bar, where the main items sold were chrome, blood flow inhibitors and liquor.
“I’ve got this long time client who is interested in you,” Gaige says, bypassing small talk. He swallows the cherry whole and pulls out the knotted stem.
Gaige turns his gaze to a table across the lounge where an important looking older man is sitting and scrolling through a syndicate. Haley thinks the man looks familiar but he’s wearing a cream colored fedora and shades to conceal his face. He could be anyone.
“Does he have an RLA thing ?”
“Doubt it. I think he has a youth thing. He’s old as fuck and wants young and naïve.”
“There are 4 escorts in here younger than me--”
“Yes. But he picked you.”
“…What’s my cut ?”
Gaige leans his back against the bar, his bright white shirt and thick leather vest straining against his muscular torso. Gaige was exactly Haley’s type; older, dominant and cocky as hell. But he could never summon any feelings for Gaige that weren’t transactional.
“This guy and I go back almost 20 years--when I was working the corners---so I only charge him $75 an hour,” Gaige explains. “I’ll cut you in for 30 percent of the hourly rate depending on how things go. I expect a big payout from him soon and if you help keep him interested I’ll cut you into the payout.”
“A big payout ? Why ? When ?”
“You’ll see,” Gaige whispers. He smiles and places his lips on Haley’s neck. “Listen, I’ve got nothing else going on tonight. Why don’t you bring yourself to my room and we can work through some scenarios ?”
“I’m working with Luce on something today--”
“Has that cyborg asshole got you on that short of a leash ?,” Gaige cradles Haley’s chin with his palm. “I can put you on a shorter one.”
Haley tries to pull back but Gaige holds him closer, his arm suddenly a vice around his waist.
“I don’t like it when you say no to me,” Gaige says in his cool, serious dominant voice.
“Excuse me, gentlemen!,” a cheery feminine voice interrupts them.
Gaige breaks his grasp on Haley as Hana Lovejoy squeezes to stand
between them. Hana served clients
with fetishes that involved her 400 pound body and unaturally large breast.
She was also the closest thing Haley had to a friend in Control. She was optimistically kind, her clients worshiped her and the other Control escorts respected her.
She could she even get Gaige to act civilized.
“You’re back from vacation,” Gaige grins. “How was it ?”
“Beautiful,” she smiles. “But I think your client over there is missing his attention.”
“Right,” Gaige nods backing away from the bar. “I should see him out. Good to see you, Hana.”
As Gaige departs, Hana turns to Haley and gives him a knowing look. “Was he bothering you ? Do you want me to talk to him about keeping his distance ?”
“No,” Haley says quickly. “Gaige and I have an understanding.”
Haley was supposed to be leaving to meet Luce in Mojave to share the client list he’d copied from Jean’s files but Hana was exactly the person he needed to see right now. She knew everything that went on at both clubs but she’d been away on a month long vacation and he hadn’t had a chance to speak to her.
“Did you…hear about Linz ?,” Haley asks, sitting on a barstool.
She nods as the bartender brings over a clear glass mug of tea for her to sip. His bottled water and candy were still nowhere to be seen.
“Poor girl, so much potential.”
“Yeah…I thought you knew her well."
“Oh,I didn’t know her that well. She was just the bartender here for a while. We chatted some.” Hana steals a glance at the leatherclad woman currently behind the bar and lowers her voice. “You know they aren’t supposed to talk when they’re bartending down here but Linz was so green.”
“Did she ever say anything to you about ex-boyfriends or--”
“Oh my god, is this about her Luce thing ?”
“...What Luce thing ?”
Hana suddenly looks like she’s said too much.
“Oh, um--”
“You can tell me,” Haley prompts her.
“Well, I just thought you knew. She…she said she used to have a thing with Luce.”
Haley
tries to hide his surprise but he can’t.
The betrayal ripped at him. He’d never said Luce had to tell him
everyone he'd hooked up with. But this one seemed worth mentioning.
“Luce…never mentioned--um, what did she say about him exactly?”
“Oh, stupid young girl stuff,” Hana says flippantly. “I was sitting here and Luce walked in and she started telling me how she knew him. She used to go home with Charlotte over their school breaks and I guess he had a thing for her. He didn’t have any friends at the time and she made herself available. She said they had to keep it a secret because she was underage. I would have brushed it off but she knew about the tattoos on his chest and everything so I... ”
Haley couldn’t completely reconcile the image of the Luce he knew doing something like that. But Luce could be reckless.
“I’m sorry, honey--”
“It’s fine. We’re not together right now anyway.”
“Oh,no. What happened ?”
He doesn’t feel like explaining that Luce arrested his sister and cares more about following cartel orders than his feelings.
He just shrugs.
“Too bad. I know you were really into him.”
He leveled her with a skeptical look. “How ? I never talk about him.”
“I saw you two in a room together,” Hana sighs and makes a suggestive groan. “The way that man looked at you. Panty ruiner.”
Haley lets the comment pass. “Do you know why Linz was even working here ? If she went to Arkham she had to be rich, right ?”
“She was a scholarship student. She said she deferred a year from some fancy college in the East. I was surprised when she decided to join Virtue permanently as an escort.”
Haley nods quietly and sends a private message to Charlotte asking her to send him the footage she’d shown Luce.
Virtue’s not open yet. Charlotte replies. Come on up and I’ll show you.
He quickly says his goodbyes to Hana, changes into something to cover his ink and goes upstairs to the Virtue lounge. Charlotte is standing by the immaculate marble bar, debriefing the wait staff on the night’s wine list and appetizers.
She motions with her head to a tablet on a leather pouff and Haley picks it up.
In the footage he sees Luce sitting at the bar with his beer, staring intensely into nothing and looking more handsome than he had any right to be. He was wearing a silky blue patterned tie that should have ended up in Haley’s room that night.
Haley watches the bartender drop off a ribeye in front of Luce and his breath catches remembering Luce saying Linz's injuries cuts were from MBC’s Casablanca steak knife. Haley fast forwards to the moment when Isla leaves but keeps his eyes on Luce. Luce gets up not 2 minutes after Isla leaves and goes out the door. The camera doesn’t show if the steak knife is still on his plate.
Haley fast forwards through the night to see if Luce ever comes back.
And he does.
A few minutes after the murder is discovered and the club goes into lockdown he spots Luce standing at the entrance of the Virtue lounge, wearing a different set of clothes—Luce wore the same outfit everyday but Haley could tell this one was different. It looked freshly pressed. Luce is staring up at something on the second floor and backs out of the chaos of the club.
Haley goes to stand where Luce had been standing in the video and looks up. The only thing he can see is the edge of the second floor and a sliver of Linz’s door.
But how could Luce have gotten into Linz room with no one seeing him ?
“And Mr. Dory will not be here tonight,” Charlotte tells the waitstaff. “All questions go through me.”
And then it clicks.
Jean and the guard had left to meet Jean’s suppliers right before the murder took place. Jean's suite had been empty. There was a private elevator in Jean’s suite that led directly from the club’s second floor to the outside.
If someone knew how to hack the door.
***
Luce
-2-
“You are not leaving me to babysit,” I tell Ma as she stuffs more shit in her rolling bag.
Ivy Donnelly tosses some jewelry from Ma’s vanity on top of Ma’s suitcase..
“Luce, nobody asked you to babysit. Rias is 19-years-old,” Ma retorts, throwing the jewelry out of the bag and closing her suitcase.
“Then let me come with you.”
“We can’t risk it. Your cybernetics are going to be an issue in security. Next time, okay ?”
Twyla had made contact again. She and Colette had gone East and were in a place where they could get visitors without causing too much attention from The Federation. Ma had a new ID made for herself and booked a train that minute. She and Ivy were going off to see her.
I was actually glad Ma was getting a break. She’d been doing this Rias/MBC/Cartel bullshit full time. And I knew she’d been missing Twyla as much I had.
“The car is here,” Ivy says checking her syndicate.
“Just…check in on him every once in a while.” Ma gives me a hug. She’d gotten really touchy-feely since Twlya left.
“I fucking knew I’d be babysitting--”
“Luce. Please.”
“Yeah,” I agree and she hugs me again.
She goes downstairs and I go back to my room to change out of my workout gear. My skin pricks when I sense someone standing behind me. I turn to see Rias standing at my door.
“Are you lost?”
“Can I…do you think I can have the place to myself tonight ?,” he asks
“You bringing a girl over or something?”
“No,” he says a little too quickly, “I’m in this study group and I invited them over....Between Father dying and MBC and the Twyla thing it’s been a crazy year and I just want to do normal college kid stuff for one night. With Mother gone this is my first night off.”
I can’t help the dismissive sound I make.
“You want to do normal college kid shit here ? In your fancy penthouse loft ?”
His university was centrally located in Ft. Perch and he had a modest apartment there that he used sometimes. They’d rented the crappy apartment specifically to make him not look like the spoiled kid of a CEO/cartel boss he was.
“Social stuff like this is important at the university I go to. These are the people I might have to rely on in the future. Luce, I know you don’t get it--”
“Oh, I get it. But maybe you should find real friends first--”
“Says the guy whose only friend he has to pay for--”
“ You think anyone is hanging out with you for any reason besides your last name and money ? The cartel is an open secret. They don't want to study with you. They want drugs or are you so naïve you don’t know that ?”
“You don’t know anything and I’m not arguing with you,” Rias says closing his eyes. ”Mother’s barely been gone 10 minutes. We’re adults--”
“I’m the adult, you’re still a teenager--”
“Well, this is my penthouse and I say you can’t be here tonight.”
“Playing that card ? Fine.” I say looking at the time. “Do what you want. I’m busy tonight anyway.”
***
Rias and his dramatics were making me late to meet Alex. I take the Ducati out of my garage and connect the bike to my cybernetic system—using it to guide the bike to the address Alex had given me.
I’d been coming to Mojave most of my life and lived here for years but I’d never heard of the place Alex picked for us to meet. It’s tucked far in the back of Mojave’s downtown market of open air stalls. I have to park my bike on a side street and walk between the narrow alleys to get to it.
The stall looks like any self serve bar but there aren’t any customers besides Alex, who is sitting at a table holding a mug and staring intently a game on his syndicate--which pisses me off. He was so addicted to that thing. His ripped cutoffs and sleeveless shirt showed a lot of skin and while most people in Mojave were familiar enough with him to know his tattoos aren’t actually pro-RLA he could still get jumped. I’d told him countless times he had to always stay alert.
I walk up behind Alex and he doesn’t notice me. I tilt his chair back and he jumps up suddenly. He doesn’t even have a weapon.
“You scared me--”
“What have I told you about being aware of your surroundi--”
“Don’t talk to me like that,” he fires back. His tone cold and direct in a way I wasn’t used to.
He seems pissed off for some reason. More so than before. I don’t like the way he is looking at me and I want to get rid of all this tension. Start over.
“What the fuck is this place ? How come no one is in this bar ?”
“It’s a coffee shop,” he says in that same cool tone.
“Please tell me they sell alcohol.”
He doesn’t say anything, he just sits back down.
The thought of drinking anything milk based in this heat turns my stomach so I settle for a black iced coffee and finally understand why Jean is always carrying around his own flask.
“Alright. Where’s the client list ?,” I ask him. “Alan told me she was stabbed with the Casablanca so I’m going to cross reference it with everyone who ordered the steak that night--”
“How long are you going to do this to me ?,” Alex asks, his voice measured.
I don’t like it. There was something he clearly wants to say and I don’t like playing games.
“Do what ?,” I spit. It's meaner than I intend.
“Stop treating me like an idiot--”
“Hey--”
“I
know you did it. Just tell me if you killed Linz.”
Not this again.
“I didn’t kill her. I fucking told you. What ? You think I killed her and then framed your sister of all people ? What the hell kind of a person do you think I am ?”
“I thought you’re weren’t a person. You’re a cyborg,” he says throwing my words back at me. “You were in Virtue that night Linz was killed, I saw you. What ? You raped her--”
“No, I fucking didn't--”
“When you were in a relationship with her…when she was in high school,” he sneers. “That is so pathetic and gross-”
“I don’t know who the fuck you’ve been talking to but I don’t know Linz and I didn't fuck her. I barely spoke to her even once at the club.”
His face is red and I’ve never seen him this angry before.
“You probably didn’t care enough to remember,” he says. “She was friends with Charlotte at Arkham.”
I block him out and go through my index of moments of when I’d met any of Charlotte’s friends. I stop at a snapshot from a few years ago when I’d been playing poker with Jean at his apartment and Charlotte had come home from her 10th grade year at Arkham with three friends. They’d hung out at the apartment for a while and then Jean gave them money to spend the weekend at one of the luxury hotels on the Strip.
The girls has all acted weird around me, asking me a bunch of questions about my non-existent dating life and giggling. After they left one of them kept sending me private messages asking if I’d bring drugs to the hotel suite. I didn’t do it, but when I ran into them later that weekend the girl had tried to kiss me. She'd latch on to me every time Charlotte brought a group of friends home but I'd ignored it and then Charlotte had stopped hanging out with her.
I flip back to see the name of the girl who had been sending me messages.
Lindsey Schofield.
Linz Sharpe
I hadn’t remembered her name at all but Charlotte had mentioned to Jean (who told me) that one of her friends had a serious crush on me. I hadn’t thought about it in years.
“Shit,” I say as it all comes back.
Alex takes it the wrong way and seems to think I’m remembering sleeping with her.
As I swipe the memory index away, he jerks his chair back and storms out of the coffee shop. I run after him, grabbing his shoulder. He tries to pull away but I’m stronger.
“Stop,” I shout at him, getting the attention of a few passerbys. “Linz lied--”
“Or she was going to tell someone. The Federation doesn’t have a statue of limitations on reporting. Maybe that made you mad, I’ve seen you mad, you lose control---”
“I didn’t do it.” I repeat. “Yes, I was in Virtue that night but I swear I wasn’t even fucking there when it would have happened.”
“Liar--”
“I’m not”
“--Then where were you ?”
“I…I can’t tell you—look, please. Just believe me. I wasn’t in Virtue.”
“You’re disgusti--”
“Lex. pl--”
“Let me go!”
“Just listen to me.”
“No!”
I am such a fucking pussy. He opens his mouth to say something else but no words come out.
I’m begging for him to believe me and his eyes are shiny and we are getting quite the stares from passerbys. But a lot of them know who I am. They know I work for the cartel. They know Rias is my brother. So they just advert their eyes.
Fuck.
I could kill Alex right here in broad daylight and no one would say a thing.
Mojave was a cartel town. The area around Virtue was the same. Hell, I could have killed Linz on the street and no one would have said a word because of who I answered to.
Only I didn’t kill her.
Alex’s face has gone completely red and I know if it’s because he thinks I did to some girl what Maxwell did to him.
I can’t back away from this anymore.
I unclasp the gold chain hidden in the collar of my shirt and pull off the silver ring lopped around it. He stops struggling and stares at it.
“That night,” I begin. “There was this woman sitting at the Virtue bar next to me. She’s a client of Control too and she turned to me and said I must be your favorite client because you were always in a good mood when I left.”
“And?,” he snaps, still not pleased.
I’m not touching him anymore and he’s staring up at me, his arms crossed disapprovingly.
“She said it as an offhand comment. Small talk. But I couldn’t stop thinking about how she said it and what I should have said back. I should have said 'I wasn’t your damn client.' But then I thought… If I wasn’t your client what was I to you ? You know I care about you but I…I guess I wanted to make this official. Make it so more people know where we stand.”
His expression goes cautious.
“It was impulsive but it just felt right. I left Virtue and went to that fancy jewelry store downtown and brought these rings. That's where I was during the murder. I was coming back to give the ring to you but then the murder happened and Minnie needed me to monitor the emergency lines and make sure no one called the police. I was waiting for another time to give it you but then the whole Isla thing happened. The we had the fight and I…I don’t know I guess I didn’t handle it great.”
He holds out his hand for the ring and I place it in his palm.
“Is this an engagement ring ?,” he asks looking it closely.
“I don’t know.” I admit. “I just wanted you to wear it. And I thought I’d wear one too. As a promise. I mean, I know you have clients and honestly I never got monogamy so maybe you'll meet someone better than me but I wanted to atleast get something physical to show how I feel about you right now. That I…love you.”
“You…love me ?”
“I didn’t sleep with Linz. Ever. She lied. I wouldn’t do that shit, I'm not that cruel. I just have these intense feelings for you and sometimes it freaks me out because I'm not used to feeling--”
He cuts me off with a kiss. It’s been so long since we’ve touched that it feels like an exhalation.
“Say it again. Please?"
“I
love you.”
“I love you, too,” he says and his kiss this time is aggressive, his tongue lighting up the sensitive spots in my mouth.
I feel my dominant side coming out and I press him into the wall of the building closest to us. His hands grip the shirt I suddenly don’t feel like wearing anymore.
He leans up close to me and says the second best words I’d heard today.
“Luce ?,” he pants.
“What.”
“Fuck me.”
***
I was glad I hadn’t pulled the autopilot function out of the Ducati yet because I can barely drive straight with Alex pressed against me on the bike. His arms are wrapped around my waist and his face rests in the back of my neck as I sped back to The Hydra.
When I pull to a stop in Hydra's vehicle elevator he strokes the back of my neck playfully with his tongue and I can’t take it anymore. I pull him roughly off the bike and force his back against the elevator wall. One of the straps on his shirt rips. He starts to unbutton my shirt but I grab both of his wrists in my hand and hold them over his head.
“No. I’m in charge,” I remind him and his eyes light up.
When the elevator doors open to the penthouse floor I pull him out of the elevator and turn the bike on auto park to pilot itself into a parking space. I loop his arms around my neck and lift him, our mouths colliding as he wraps his legs around my waist.
“Hold on to me,” I tell him around a kiss.
With one hand I grab his ass to keep him in steady as I tap my hand over the fingerprint scan on the front door. When the doors slide open I’m about to unzip my pants but then I hear the shitty pop music and turn to see Rias and about 10 other oddly sophisticated looking teenagers, sitting in the living room, holding glasses of wine. I also see the drugs on table-- low grade shit he stole from my room.
The other kids seems mildly amused as they gawk at us but Rias is pissed.
Fuck,
I'd completely forgotten he was here. I drop Alex and he stands behind me.
Rias has a look in his eye that is so Rayne-like I’m almost a little proud of him.
“Luce, what the hell did I tell you ?,” Rias seethes shoving me into the dining room with Alex following behind us. “Why are you like this--”
“Relax. I just forgot,” I tell him. "You know my memory is shit--"
“You keep using that excuse. You didn’t forget--”
“I’m sorry,” Alex says quietly.
“Nobody
asked you,” Rias spits
I don’t know who is more surprised by Rias’ reprimand. Either way I don’t like it and I want to see how confident Rias feels after I give him his first real punch in the face.
Alex must be able to read my mind because he softly touches my arm.
“Luce. Don’t.”
“I’m not trying to embarrass you,” I say. “We’ll just be upstairs.”
“Luce--” Rias warns
“Chill the fuck out,” I tell him. “Believe me, you’re the not the one who just got his Saturday night plans ruined.”
Rias cringes a little because he’s the sexually repressed good boy Rayne wanted him to be.
I go into the kitchen and get some sparkling waters and then take Alex’s hand, leading him upstairs, not even bothering to acknowledge Rias’s little party as we pass.
“That was bad,” Alex says when we get to the top of the stairs.
“I really did forget he was here,” I admit cracking opening the blood orange water and taking a drink before handing it to Alex.
“Are you sure you're okay ?”
“I'm fine. I just have a lot of shit going on in my head.”-3-
Instead of going to my bedroom I lead him down the opposite side of the hall.
“Where are we going ?,” he asks finishing the water.
“I told Rias we weren’t going to have sex in his room. I didn’t say anything about his office.”
The lock on Rias’s office is comically easy to bypass and I lock the door from the inside once we’re in.
Alex says looking around at all the expensive shit. “So, this is where--”
“Get on the couch,” I order.
He immediately obeys and sits in the black leather couch pushed in the corner of the office. I sit next to him and pick up where we left off, our hands and tongue finding all the familiar routes. I lead and he follows and it’s the hottest thing in the world to me.
I pull him into my lap and he straddles my waist, the zippers of our pants grinding together as he reaches up and pulls his hair down.
I could combust just like this put I want it to be more satisfying than this. I always kept a running list of things we could do together and it hadn’t stopped when he’d walked away from me.
I stand up and pull him by his hair to the middle of the room. I'm a little angry that he believed I’d hurt a young girl and I was going to make him pay for it.
“You’re such a fucking brat.”
“Yeah
?,” he grins
“You broke a mirror off a $250,000 motorcycle.”
“Did I?”
“Take
off my belt," I order.
He drops to his knees and removes my leather belt slowly and then hands it to me, I crack it against his hip once, then use it to bind his hands behind his back. I unzip my pants and the sudden heat of his eager mouth sends a warm sensation through my body. I grab his hair thrusting myself farther down his throat until he’s choking.
I tilt his face up so we’re eye to eye and I have no idea how I’m still in control but I want to make this good for him. I know what he likes. I grunt out the filthiest things I can think of, tell him how I’m going to punish him and call him every vile name inked on his body.
I tell him I’m about to finish in his mouth and that he’s going to swallow it and like it.
Instead he backs away quickly, he moves so fast he forgets his hands are bound and falls over.
I sense someone else is in the room and I think it’s Rias but I’m facing the door and there is no one there. It’s still locked.
Then I turn around.
Minnow Dory is standing at the hidden door that leads to the outside of the penthouse. The one she hated when I used. The one I’d completely forgotten about it.
For fuck’s sake I had to get out of this house.
Minnow is still fully dresses in her office clothes—heels and all—even though she must have gotten off hours ago.
And she’s laughing at me.
She points at my erection and claps her hands like a delighted child as I scramble to get myself back in my pants. I’m so hard and was so close that I’m actually afraid if I touch myself too much I’ll come in front of her.
“You do know there is a motion sensor in here, right ?,” she laughs. “ I thought Rias might be working on his mini-vacation so when I checked the security camera I got quite the show--”
“Fuck off, Minnow.”
She just laughs and gives me the most withering look.
“Awww, this is so cute! You play like you’re in charge--,” she says in that fucking high pitched voice. “Oh my god, Luce! Look at how pink you’re cheeks are turning---”
“How long were you watching, huh ?,” I throw at her. “You perverted fuck. What are you jealous--”
“Says the little boy who used to jerk off to pictures of me--”
“Shut the fuck up Minnow and get out--”
“No, Luce-y I am never letting this go,” she teases and claps her hands giddily. “Your little dick is so cute. How much do you pay for him to pretends to choke on it--”
“Minn-”
“Oh, sorry did you think you were hung? Are you going to cry now ?”
I knew I was better than letting her get under my skin but I was done being the mature one.
“What do you want Minnow ? Jealous ? ”
“Please,” she laughs. “Does Haley know how long your horny ass masturbated with that pair of panties you stole from me--”
“That’s not what fucking happened! Get out--”
“No. Wow, I can’t wait to tell everyone how pathetic you are. You know it’s not really rough sex if it’s with your slutty little boyfriend who pretends to be turned on all day. How does he not fall over laughing ? You are so fucking pitiful--”
I shove her hard. She doesn’t see it coming and trips over her heels as her body smacks hard into the office wall.
“Luce--” Haley says. Horrified.
I’d momentarily forgotten he was in the room. He’s still dressed but his hands are bound behind his back and he's still on his knees.
But then Minnow laughs again and straightens out her short skirt. “Was that supposed to hurt ? Luce-y, you’re such a little bitc--”
I cross the room and shove her into the wall again. This time I pin her in place with my knee jammed between her legs. I was seeing red but I wasn’t crazy. Minnow had always done everything to make my puberty hell. We fought like dogs and every time I was around her it was like we were right back there.
“Are you going to try holding me down ? Am I supposed to be scared ?,” she asks like a challenge.
My hand slips between her thighs.
“You’re wet.”
“Like you know what the means--”
“Shut up, Minnow.”
I press her chest closer to the wall, hiking the bottom of her dress up and pulling her hips back. I was still hard and horny as hell. I lean my body on top of hers and push inside of her. She's so wet I slide in easily. Then I thrust--
And she laughs at me.
“Is this what you want?,” I ask. It comes out like a growl. “Can we stop fighting now ?”
“Sorry, is it in actually in ?,” she laughs. “Because it feels like a cocktail straw is trying to fuck me.”
“You’re.A.Fucking.Bitch,” I tell her, pushing her face against the wall with each thrust. “You think you’re in control of everything---"
“Jealous little bitch bab--
“You’re only have what you have because Rayne wanted to stare at your rack--”
“And yet this high school dropout joygirl is your boss and you’re the overeducated bastard who has to follow my orders. Your life might have been better if you just fucking died when your son of a bitch Daddy tried to kill--”
“Maybe
you should have just stayed in your fucking mansion with your pedophile father--”
“Fucking asshole.”
“Cunt-.”
“Ha! I take that as a compli--ah!”
Her voice catches in her throat and a surprised moan escapes her lips.
Minnows back presses into my chest, her bare arms reach up and around my neck and her body suddenly becomes pliant. I hook my arm under her knee and lift her leg, driving deeper into her and bracing her against me for support. For once we’re not fighting anymore. Her body is tight and warm and I don’t know how I’m holding back. She cries out, humping against my dick she ejaculates all over me. Her body convulses tightly around me and she trembles with aftershock as she cries out my name.
Fuck, she was right.
Whenever I saw her standing around in her tight dresses and heels being a bitch. I’d imagined bending her over the desk and putting her in her place multiple times. Just like this.
I keeping fuck her, harder and faster, she lets out another scream, this one louder than before.
“Shut up-“
“This office is soundproof, motherf-,”
I shut her up by turning her around to face me, slamming her back into the wall and forcing my mouth on hers, I notice for the first time she has a tongue ring that feels amazing as it glides across my mouth. It’s all too much and I finish inside her, her body encouraging me. It feels good, too good in the moment but the moment passes quickly.
I wait for the regret to set in but it doesn’t.
She’s looking at me in the eye, her perfect breasts are hanging out of her dress, her leg is wrapped around my waist and her heel is pressed into my ass. We’re both spent and breathing hard..
In her stare I can see my entire life falling apart.
I also see her lust.
“Good boy,” she smiles and then wobbles on her heels as she puts her leg down. She looks like she’s about to fall and I don’t help her.
“Bring me my purse. And that bottle of water,” she snaps in Alex’s direction.
Alex had been sitting behind us on the couch this whole time and I couldn’t read his expression.
I try to look at him but Minnow turns my face back to her.
“Uh-uh. Don’t look at him,” she says to me.
I'm no one's submissive but she’s so effortlessly confident and in control I forget that I don’t have to obey her.
Alex’s hands are still bound and he awkwardly brings her what she asks for. She steps out of her dress and stands completely naked in the middle of the room except for the heels. She takes her purse and pushes Alex down so he’s kneeling in front of her
She
then opens the bottle of water and drinks it, letting some of it run down her
neck and down her exposed breasts. Then she unzips her purse and hands me a
little old fashioned key.
“That hideous cabinet behind the desk is a liquor cabinet.” She say. “Let’s have some real fun, boys.”
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A/N
So, I know this chapter was a lot but the scene with Minnow/Luce is from another thing I was writing. I've been meaning to resolve the UST between Minnow and Luce since Vice and I decided to just go there.