Prologue
Present Day
The sound of the little pill baggie hitting the desk echoes loudly in my soundproof office. “That’s what you wanted when you came in here, isn’t it?” I ask the girl on the other side of my desk, waving to the bag with a couple of ecstasy pills in it.
Her eyes widen, and she fidgets in her chair as I close and lock the desk drawer I’d just gotten them out of and push my chair back from the desk. Leaning back, I light the joint I also removed from the drawer, inhaling deeply before blowing out smoke rings. I can see her biting her plump lip like she isn’t sure if I asked a trick question or not.
Grabbing the bag, I shake one of the pills onto the desk and pull out the little mortar and pestle I have in another drawer. I drop the pill in and crush it before tapping it onto the desk, my movements slow and precise to draw out the anticipation. The more she wants it, the less likely she’ll be to ask any questions. Using a razor blade, I cut it up nice and fine before forming it into two lines. One of her hands is twitching now as she holds onto the arm of the chair like she wants to reach for the short plastic straw I place next to the two piles.
While she thinks about it, I run my eyes over the length of her body. She’s not really my type. She’s skinny with fake boobs, and her long hair looks like it’s been bleached blonde one time too many, but her face is pretty enough, I guess.
“But what about payment? You said we could come up with something.” She has the desperate gleam of an addict in her eye that I see all the time around here. The old me probably would have taken pity on her and sent her on her way without the drugs, but the old me died a gruesome death the day my best friend turned on me. It took me a year to recover, but the new me blossomed, and I’m pretty happy with the way I am now.
I stand up from my desk, joint in hand, and grab the baggie with the remaining pills before heading over to a nearby couch and coffee table. “Why don’t you snort that and then take a seat over here, and we can discuss my terms,” I tell the girl, grabbing a bottle of water out of the nearby mini fridge. I put both it and the bag on the coffee table before throwing myself back onto the leather couch, lounging like I don’t have a care in the world. Her eyes light up and she moves to my desk, her long legs bare under her tiny skirt and her feet encased in five-inch stilettos. She leans forward, her skirt rising with the movement, exposing a peek of a thong-clad ass as she grabs the straw. I watch as she holds it to one nostril while blocking the other with a finger as she runs it along the line. Her sniff is loud in my otherwise silent room. She quickly swaps nostrils and does the same with the other line before throwing her head back and riding the quick rush that flows through her body.
I feel a smile cross my face. So fucking easy.I reach down and pull out the Glock 9mm that is wedged into the side of the couch, putting it down on the table next to the little baggie now down one pill. Her eyes widen, and she looks from the gun to me, the fear in her gaze causing a thrilled shiver to course through my body and goosebumps to pepper my skin. “Now let’s discuss payment.”
“But… But…” She stumbles back into the desk.
“But nothing. You didn’t think to negotiate before snorting those lines, you silly bitch,” I growl. “Now if you don’t want me to put a bullet in your brain, I suggest you get down on your knees.” She looks between me and the door, but I locked it when we first came in. If she tried to make a break for it, she wouldn’t get very far.
“Ticktock, honey, time’s running out.” I spread my legs and watch her gulp, but I can also see that the ecstasy is kicking in. Her pupils are dilating, and goosebumps cover her skin. Her nipples have tightened and look like Hershey kisses tucked down her top—there’s no bra to hide her reaction. I wonder what color they’ll be. “If you’re a good girl and can get me off, I’ll let you take the rest of the bag for nothing,” I cajole, and I see the moment she decides to do what I ask.
God, I love the feeling of power that courses through me as she gets down on her knees on the polished concrete floor. I remember how powerless I felt that day, how betrayed, and I swore from then on that I would never feel that way again. Circumstances handed me a way to achieve it not long after. Karma really is a bitch, and I’m going to get my revenge.
She shuffles over to me and hesitantly lowers herself to the ground, her gaze locked between my legs.
“Take your top off. Let me see those perky nipples,” I order, and she shrugs out of the scrap of material she is using to keep herself covered. She holds it in front of her chest, but I growl, so she throws it to the side. Her nipples are a pretty rose pink that I actually wouldn’t mind getting my lips on. I reach out and run a finger over first one nipple and then the other, and she shivers from the light contact. Pinching one between my thumb and forefinger, I squeeze, and she moans quietly, shoving her breast forward into my hand, her eyes narrowing with desire.
My gaze leaves her nipples and returns to her face. “Well, come on, get on with it. I don’t have all night.” She looks a little nervous as she runs her tongue over her lips, making them glisten. They are going to glisten even more in a moment. Her manicured hands reach up and shove my dress up high, exposing my dripping folds. I love corrupting straight girls.
I spread my thighs wider, and she leans in and licks my clit like it’s poison.
“Oh no, honey, you either eat me out like it’s your last meal on earth, or you’ll be sorry. Just do to me what you like having done to you,” I suggest, not hiding the hint of steel in my voice, before I grab her hair and shove her face down. A grunt leaves her mouth, but her tongue slides through my folds before she goes to town, licking and sucking. Her hands grip my thighs tightly and just on this side of too hard, and the pain in contrast with the delicious pleasure she’s wringing from my cunt has my breath increasing. I slide my hand up and start to caress my own nipples through the fabric of my dress as she slides her fingers through my dripping pussy before ducking her head back down. Her fingers are a little awkward as she tries to find where to put them—it’s a different angle than she’s probably used to when she’s doing it to herself—but she gets it right, and I’ve soon got two fingers pumping in and out, giving me something to clench on.
A moan leaves my mouth as I lean my head back against the sofa. “Oh yes, you dirty slut, I knew just looking at your mouth that you would be good at licking my pussy.” I can see her chest heaving in reaction to my words, and I decide she needs a reward for such a superb effort.
Leaning down, I grab her hair and pull her face out of my cunt. She looks up at me in a daze, the X in her system doing an excellent job of keeping her horny. She removes her fingers when I pull her to her feet as I stand.
She blinks a couple of times in surprise, but before she can say anything, I lean down and lave one of those rose pink nipples with my tongue. I circle it once, then twice, before blowing air on it. My gaze goes back to hers. Her pupils are blown, and there are beads of sweat forming across her forehead. I move over and help her lie down on the couch, pushing her skirt up and pulling down her panties. Her pussy is bare and glistening with her juices—just the way I like it.She starts to say something, but I just lean in and place my mouth over hers, coaxing her into a kiss. It doesn’t take her long to respond, and I can taste myself all over her lips as she twines her tongue with mine.
Like I said, the corruption of straight girls is a hobby of mine, and nothing brings me more satisfaction than having one respond like this one is. I really did turn into a monster a year ago.
Pulling off my body-con dress, I stand naked before her, her eyes scanning my body before she licks her lips. I watch her swallow nervously again before I lean in and brush her hair back from her face. “You’ve been such a good girl. How about I return the favor?”
I push her backward so she’s spread out along my leather couch that has seen many a girl providing payment for drugs the same way. My brother laughs and accuses me of being a sick bitch, but he’s just as bad. We have a tally of how many girls we’ve both fucked.
Going around to the end where her head is, I kick my shoes off and gently climb over her until I’m positioned above her in my favorite sixty-nine position. The only problem with this is I find that once I get them to a certain point, not many of them can continue to work my pussy and orgasm at the same time. We’ll see how this one can do.
Lowering my face as I lower my pussy onto her mouth, I wait for her to continue before I begin. I don’t even have to say anything. Her arms wrap around my hips, and she pulls me down onto her mouth, plunging her tongue into my hot center.
My eyebrows fly up in surprise, and a grunt leaves my mouth, followed by a long, drawn-out moan. Oh yeah, she’s got the rhythm now.
I breathe in deeply, and the musky scent of woman greets my senses as I flick my tongue out to taste the bitch. She tenses up and then relaxes as I suck lightly on her clit before groaning into my body.
I continue to lick her pussy, alternating between her clit and her center, swallowing her cream. I can feel my orgasm start to tingle at the base of my spine, and my toes flex with the sensation. Her fingers join the party, and she pounds in and out just how I like it. I return the favor, fucking her with two fingers. The sensory extravaganza of what we’re doing is almost enough to tip me over the edge. The sounds of fingers squelching, the scent of pussy in the air, and the sight of her pretty pink folds are just about perfect. I couldn’t really ask for a better way to start the night.
Her hips start to thrust up and down, and her moans get louder, but she continues to go to town on my pussy with her teeth and tongue, providing the right amount of soft and hard. As I tip over the edge, two things happen—she cries out, her orgasm squirting all over my face as I try to drink down everything she gives me, and the door to my office bangs open, meaning one particular person is standing there now.
