Dirt: Version XXX

[Pendulum]

This is a closed thread, the OOC can be found here




Conagher stood inside the darkened room calm and relaxed, the men who sat at the far end and behind the high intensity lights not worrying him, his body and face calm and waiting for the orders that would send him on his next mission.

"We have an annoyance Con, a woman who insists on exposing one of our own, one who was caught in a minor scandal that is about to be blown into the mainstream public limelight and bring unwanted attention to our family. We want you to change her mind Con, and if that fails, make her disappear before the story can be publicized."

Conagher remained motionless, his eyes watching a slim and well-shaped form of a young woman move out of the blinding light to hand a thick folder to him and stand smiling before him.

"Mary will accompany you to the location of your assignment Con, she has contacts in the area and experience dealing with this particular breed of people, she'll be under your command and follow your every order so don't hesitate in using her"

With that dismissal Conagher waited until the lights died and the men left, then turned to open the door and step outside into the daylight and his waiting car.

"So where are we going to find ourselves with this trip Mary?"

He spoke softly and eyed the young brunette who looked at him with brown eyes that reminded him of a doe in the shine of oncoming headlights...

"Hollywood, to a magazine called "Dirt", the editor in chief a strong willed woman called Lucy Spiller, you'll have your hands full with this one, and she’s one of a kind..."

"Is she?"

Conagher smiled and opened the passenger door of his Viper to watch the long legged woman slide into the offered seat.


"Then I'll enjoy the assignment for a change, won't I? Why don't you read the vital statistics to me while I drive, I’ll need her phone numbers, the places she frequents, the kind of clothing she likes to wear and where she shops for them, the name of her past and current lovers. I want a place central to all of that...and we can set up surveillance on her once we get into town."

 

[Babette_____]

“I need those pictures,” the raven-haired goddess ranted into the phone. She rolled her eyes as another litany of excuses rained down on her. If the caller had been in her office she would be pointing a long manicured finger into their chests and glaring hotly at them. They would probably leave the room, swearing smoke had appeared from her ears. Yet, all those dramatics would be wasted now, for Lucy Spillers was slamming her phone down and muttering something about the price of “inside” information becoming too high.

A knock on her door drew her attention back to the moment at hand. A quick “Come in” left her ruby red lips and she watched her assistant walk in. The soft smile, normally scene on the quite blonde was more like a grimace. This Lucy knew was not a good sign. She leaned back in her seat and waited for yet another bomb to fall.

“The Nanny for the Beckingridge Family is demanding another 100K, before she’ll deliver the video tapes.”

Lucy growled, stood up from her desk and grabbed her purse. “Ooh, I don’t think so,” she hissed as she pushed her way past the eager-to-please gopher and waved off others that wished to use up her precious time. She took the elevator down to the main floor of her high-rise business and wasn’t surprised in the least to find her car ready and waiting for her. The attendant had already gotten the call from the desk to have her sporty number outside with the engine running.

Once she was comfortably settled behind the wheel, Lucy dialed a number and told the smart-mouthed Nanny to sit tight. Twenty minutes later, Lucy was sipping a cappuccino with a well-dressed Nanny to the Stars and listening to yet another ageless story of one Tabloid wanting the videos and offering more money than Dirt was.

Another fifteen minutes passed before Lucy was smiling, her hands full of several small tapes and her walk light and full of giddiness. Not a penny more had been given to the little woman. Lucy had dirt on everyone. . .

She slipped back into her car and headed to the office. In a few hours, if even that long, the newest sex scandal would be found in the glossy pages of her publication.

 

[Pendulum]

It was always amazing to Con just how easy private information was easy to attain.

Lucy's private home phone number and address for example, it was his for the asking when he walked into her offices with a bouqet of flowers and asked for them, all it took was a smile to the secretary and a story of admiration.

Her cell phone number was just as simple, Mary making one quick call to "arrange" a delivery and sounding distraught when learning Lucy was out, the cell number being quickly offered to offset the tone of voice along with thier hopes she would be able to find her.

"We can track her now, with her number and the help of a few ex-security boys we'll know where her cell phone is...and judging by her usage records she never turns it off..."

Con spoke to Mary and relaxed with a drink, looking at his watch and smiling, the total time he needed to set up surevelliance on his "mark" totalling less than one hour.

"Mary, I want you to take this cash down to that bar on the corner of tenth and Elm, have yourself a drink and drop the hint to the bartender there that you're looking to hire three men for some night work. When he tells you he might know someone give him the rest of the cash and this phone number, tell him to leave a message and that we'll be in touch within the hour after he calls."

Con put the next step of his plan into motion and lifted a prepaid cell phone to dial Lucy's own private number.

"Lucy, my name is Conagher and I have a story for you that you're sure to be interested in."

He spoke to the woman in his baritone voice and smiled as she asked for a last name.

"Just Conagher, Miss Spiller, and I won't waste your time or mine. The story I have will be made public in less than 72 hours so if you want first choice at I suggest we meet for a late dinner, my treat of course?"

Eying the screen that showed her location he noted she had pulled off the busy road and that the noise level had dropped dramatically, the two events telling him she was interested.

"It's a story of blackmail and planned murder of a very public figure, so you can see why I don't want to be seen at your offices, and I'll leave the price of it up to you once we've met face to face."

Interested enough to take the bait and name a restaurant that was off the beaten path but had an excellent reputation for mexican food and drink. The first stage of the plan was in motion as Lucy named the time and he acknowledged it.

"I'll see you there at 9 then"

Con broke the connection and dropped his phone to the cement floor of the attached garage, smilng and grinding it to peices under the heel of his shoe.

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy rubbed at her temples, her head still pounding from dealing with the lower level employees. She rolled her shoulders, ran her fingers through her hair and kneaded the muscles of her neck. The sound of the clock in her office ticking away brought her attention back to the present and she pushed herself away from her desk. A long stretch was her reward for remaining at her desk for such a long time. She slipped her heels back on and walked out of her office, shutting the light off as she passed over the threshold of the room.

Her assistant had already gone home, Lucy having relented to the plea that one of her kids were ill and she needed to be released from her shackles. She barely glanced at the janitor as she took the elevator and watched him lift a hand to acknowledge her. Down at the lower level of the complex, she slipped into her car and headed home, catching the time and knowing she was going to have to rush to make her nine o’clock mystery date.

Back at home Lucy showered, shaved her legs, underarms and sex out of habit, not out of any preconceived notions on where the night would lead. She knew that after meeting with Conagher, she’d have some time to kill and would probably end up having a few drink’s at O’Brien’s.

Lucy dressed in a red micro-mini dress with a side lace inset. She donned a pair of red high heel sandals, wrapped the beaded straps up her calves and secured the tie at the top. Her lips were coated in bright red, her long black hair fell in waves down her back. Her make-up was light, but accented her blue eyes and when she walked back out into the night, she did so with pose and confidence.

On the road she mentally tried to figure out who this new source was and what scandal he was really going to pitch her. She knew whatever he’d said on the phone had simply been bait. She wasn’t stupid. She baited people for a living. Hopefully though there would be something worth her while, because she hated the idea of wasting her "happening" ensemble on a lost cause.

Once at the restaurant, Lucy was shown to a table. She noted the seclusion that had been given to her and the mystery caller. She wasn’t surprised, after all whatever he thought she wanted would be sought after by many. . .and not just the tabloids.

 

[Pendulum]

"Lucy Spiller, my name is Conagher, thank you for coming on such a short notice."

Conagher wasted no time as he was shown to the table where the editor in chief sat waiting.

"You're a beautiful and talented Lady, Miss Spiller, your magazine has gained a large following in such a short time."

Seating himself he ordered a drink and felt her eyes on him, knowing what she saw and the impression most people assumed when looking at him.

"No doubt the majority of that success is due to you, and I'm sure the stockholders and Mr. Bottoms are quite pleased with the attention you've drawn to the magazine, and that is the reason I'm here as well."

Clean shaved and hair cut short, dressed in black slacks and a white shirt that hugged his wide shoulders he looked every bit the gentleman, his dark tan making his teeth appear that much whiter as he smiled.

"You're about to release a story on page three, an ex-military man caught with his pants down, a minor scandal at best...but in this case it would expose a face that can't be shown."

Sipping his drink he admired the dark haired woman and how her eyes flashed at his words, as well as how the dress she was wearing showed off her lithe body and made a man want to see more...

"We're prepared to offer compensation of course, either in monetary form or with a story of greater value, the choise of course...is yours"

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy’s eyes sparkled with humor as she listened to the stranger in front of her. “You really think, that’s going to work? It better be a real good story. . .then again, just you sitting across from me, tells me that I obviously have been lax on the real scoop. Perhaps I’m not paying my team enough.” She picked up her fork and casually twisted her pasta onto the prongs.

She lifted the silver tool and slipped it into her mouth. Her pouty lips closed over the creamy confection and she eased the prongs from her lips, chewed her food as if it were the most exquisite meal she’d ever had. She then winked and settled her fingers around the stem of her crystal goblet.

“Tell me Conagher. . .an interesting name by the way. . .Irish?”

She licked the wine from her lips and waved away his response. “What story do you have that will top the one on page three? I mean you called me. You claim you have something so deliciously evil that it involves blackmail and murder. Who? What? When? Where? And Why? The principles of a good story. . .I’m patiently awaiting your answers to each.”

Picking up her fork, she once again began to enjoy her meal, ever mindful of the man that sat across from her. Her gaze flickered over his well formed body. His hair seemed to give one the impression it was as soft as silk. For a moment Lucy wondered what it would feel like, pressed against the swells of her breasts, or how her fingers would twist the thick locks into her tight fists.

A warm flush spread over her creamy complexion as she allowed her thoughts to travel further. All ready imaging the striking fellow nestled between her slicking folds.

 

[Pendulum]

"No, not Irish"

Conagher slipped past the question and met Lucy's eyes, his own heat rising as he saw hers shining brightly.

"As for the story I have to offer in place of yours? It's a story of a woman we won't name yet...for obvious reasons...wouldn't want you to scoop me...She's quite well known, almost famous...and she's having an affair, not with one man but several, and I'll soon have photographs of her in several compromising positions."

Lifting his drink to his lips he enjoyed the taste of the malted whiskey and smiled as it slid down his throat, then turned his attention back to the erotic woman before him.

"Does that interest you Lucy?

Conagher smiled and lowered his empty glass, his eyes letting her see the lust he felt at that moment, and how it disappeared with a blink of his eyes.

"Of course it does...I can see it in your eyes...among other things....and questions that will be answered if and when you give me the answer I want to hear."

 

[Babette_____]

One brow arched itself slightly higher than the other. “You’re kidding right?” She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. Her breasts were scrunched together. The rounded swells emphasized by the way the material was forced to pull across her globes. “You will have pictures of a woman. . . a famous woman, caught in compromising positions. Yet, you still refuse to speak to me of anything new. . . murder?”

Her lips rose in a smirk. Her tongue snaked out and then slipped quickly back into its warm home. “I’m not interested in yet another . . . ‘look whose fuckin’ who story.’ I can get those from anyone, at any time. You’re not offering me anything fresh. Even your poorly executed smoke and dagger routine, needs work.”

Lucy sighed, rolled her shoulders and rose to leave. “Mister. . . Conagher. It’s been swell, but until I see who this woman is and how her dalliances are going to be 'Oh so news worthy,' I really don’t see a need to continue this conversation.”

Lifting her hand she waved over the attendant and whispered for him to have her car brought around. “Until you have your proof. . .I would suggest you think up a new way to convince me to waste more of my precious time with you.” Lucy spun on her heels and headed toward the door, weaving her way through the patrons.

 

[Pendulum]

"Good Night Lucy, I'll see you soon"

Conagher spoke softly and watched the woman sway out of the room before pulling his phone from a pocket.

"O'Briens...Have the men meet her there, I've made a deal with the bartender to slip her a dose of Xtasy...so have them ready to walk her out once it takes effect."

Paying his own bill Conagher took his time, flirting with a waitress and leting the man who wasn't hiding too well take his picture, then moving out to his car to take a slow drive in the opposite direction...

****** ****** ******​

"Hello Miss Spelling"

The large built man greeted the editor in chief and slid her drink across the shining surface of the bar.

"You look lovely in that dress tonight, what's the occasion? The drink is compliments of the man in the gray shirt..."

Smiling at her answer he watched her sample the drink and voice her pleasure of it, then quickly moved down the bar to serve a group of three men who were patiently waiting and eying Lucy as well.

The gray shirted man moved from his group to approach Lucy and smiled, his dark brown eyes showing his appreciation of her body and the way her dress accented the curves of it.

"My name is Raymond Wheeler and I'd like to tell you how much I enjoy your magazine...."

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy wasn’t one to take drinks bought by strangers, and perhaps it was because of her annoyance with Conagher that she allowed it to happen this time. She didn’t know, nor care. She was bored and decided the handsome stranger could help her relieve a few minutes of Conagher’s lusty gaze and charming good looks from her system.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Mister Wheeler.”

“Ooh, please Miss Spillers, call me Ray.” The dark eyes were full of a look Lucy couldn’t recognize, or at least she read it wrong, thinking it admiration and nothing more. “I have a table over there, if you’d like to join me.”

Lucy slipped from the stool at the bar and allowed the dashing gentleman to lead her to the small secluded table in the corner. She carried her drink with her, sipping slowly on it and welcoming the smooth liquid as it glided down her throat. The man’s hand rested on the small of her back and she found she wasn’t appalled by his touch, but actually welcoming to it.

He pulled a chair out for her and she gracefully claimed it. Her gaze traveled over his form, taking in the richness of his clothing and the way they seemed to be cut just for him. Time passed as Lucy finished one drink and then took ice water for the rest of the hour. During this time she felt herself becoming more entranced with Ray and the way his mouth moved when he spoke. Occasionally his hand would brush against hers and she’d feel a sudden tingle.

“Care to dance?”

The question startled her out of her awe-like state. She shook her head and felt the world tilt one way, while she swore she went another, yet she hadn’t really moved at all. “Umm. . .no. I think I should be going.”

She watched Ray rise from his seat, offering her his hand. She took it and leaned into him. “I’ve got a car out front, but. . .I better get one of the attendants to drive me. Do you mind walking me to my car?” she asked, her words slurring slightly, but barely noticeable. The unknown poison in her system would reach its maximal potential anywhere from less than an hour to a couple more, before it began to decrease. Even then it could take a full eight hours before Lucy even started to feel like Lucy again.

 

[Pendulum]

"OF course NOT"

Ray smiled and slid a hand around Lucy's waist, nodding to his compatriots as he walked the drugged woman out the door.

"Where's your car Lucy?"

He asked softly and smiled as she slid the keys to him and pointed to the far side of the parking area.

"I'll see Miss Spiller home"

He informed the attendant and slid the man a large tip, guiding Lucy into the darkness of the evening,his hand dropping to fondle her buttocks as she swayed erotically to her car.

"You're too tipsy to drive Lucy"

He smiled and kissed the woman, his hand moving to her breast as he pressed her to the side of her car.

"Maybe you should let me and my friends drive you?"

Kissing her a second time he smiled as she responded and his ears picked up on the sound of a vehicle pulling up beside them.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of you Lucy"

He assured her as he pulled her to him and the side door of the cargo van slid open...

"REAL GOOD care"

He chuckled and pushed her into the helping hands of the men waiting inside the van...

"Let's get her undressed and fuck her a time or two in the van....before we get her to the room"

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy’s brows furrowed as she heard muffled voices. She felt a pair of strong arms tug on her and then she was roughly pushed into a dark van. She fell to her knees and rolled to sit on her ass. “What the fuck?” she cursed, brushing her palms on her knees. Lucy was still slightly able to comprehend her surroundings as well as the sudden change of events. “Wheeler, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she hissed.

His laughter seemed to ricochet inside the vast interior of the van. Lucy scooted back into a corner, behind the driver’s seat. Her eyes grew wide as she watched Ray climb into the van, followed by another man, one she didn’t recognize at all. The sound of the driver shifting in his seat, brought Lucy out of her trance-like horror. She scrambled away, her pupils dilating further as she felt the van jerk and peel away into the night.

Just as she was about to scream, Lucy felt a hand on her ankle and she was dragged from the wall she’d been clinging too. Another hand clamped down on her mouth and the warm breath of a stranger caressed her ear. “We’re gonna fuck you,” he growled, ran his tongue across her ear and then down her neck. Lucy shuddered, both from the terror of the situation, but also from the intense pleasure that had suddenly sprang up from between her loins.

Her gaze caught that of Ray moving in front of her. She still rested on her knees, her hands gripping the hem of her dress as she remained motionless. Held in place by fear. “Now, you liked that didn’t you Lucy?” Ray didn’t need an answer. He’d seen the look in her eyes when his partner had sampled her skin with his tongue and teeth.

Without wasting anymore time Ray grabbed Lucy’s wrists and wrapped several inches of rope around the slim appendages. She jerked, cursing against the hand that covered her mouth. A sharp slap to her ass was her reward and she balked at the tremor of want that skated through her spine. Her eyes showed her confusion and then dawning. She was a top notch publisher and knew exactly what was happening to her and why. She mumbled “Bastard” as she thought of the drug that was going to make her play the whore.

Lucy struggled and fought, but in time she was on her hands and knees. Her legs had been lashed together. A leather buckle and strap set holding the long glamorous muscles in place. “Now we don’t want to hear you scream. We just want to fuck you. . . someone else will get the pleasure of hearing you beg to come,” Ray told her. He laughed again, then just as Lucy was about to let forth a litany of words, condemning her kidnappers to Hell, he pulled a ring gag from his pocket. Gripping her chin, he forced her mouth open; Ray pushed the metal ring, covered in black rubber inside. She twisted her head one way then the other, yet was unable to free herself from the two men’s grips.

The strap of the gag was buckled in place and only then did Ray sit back on his heels and stare at his prize. He nodded his head and watched Lucy’s eyes grow wide with horror, this time she tried to twist herself away from the man behind her. The rustling of his clothing alerted her to what was about to happen and she silently pleaded with Ray to end this. He grinned and winked at her, before pulling his cock out and shoving it into her opened mouth.

Lucy felt the hard shaft of Ray’s dick fill her. The head slammed back into her throat and she gagged, fearful she would lose what little supper she’d eaten earlier. Ray’s hands grabbed her head. His fingers twisted into her raven locks. He fucked her face. Forcing his dick deeper with every returning drive into her. Lucy felt her dress being lifted over her ass. The sound of something flickering brought a gasp from her throat, but it was swallowed up by Ray’s assault. Cold steele ran over her ass and Lucy suddenly stopped moving. The tip of the knife slowly traced the crack of her round cheeks.

She closed her eyes, tears slipped from behind her lids. Inwardly she screamed as she imagined where the knife was headed. A slight tug forced her to accept that the blade had just slit her panties apart. She knew it was too late for her, so she used what little senses she had left to concentrate on how to best describe her rapists. A pair of hands grabbed her ass and she felt a cock head rubbing against her pussy.

The invasion was quick. One hard thrust into her pussy was all it took for Lucy to be completely overcome with a numbing effect unlike anything she’d felt before. The man’s dick pulled out, then plunged back in. Ray’s cock pounded her mouth. Her body responded as her mind tried to hold onto reality, but in time . . .it too surrendered to the hard ministrations of two cocks. Ray bobbed her head up and down, controlling how deep she took him.

Lucy moaned and lapped at the tool that plunged in and out of her. Her pussy tightened on the rod that was claiming her for the time being. It constricted itself. Forcing the man to drag himself free and then ram back into her tight channel. Lucy’s ass pushed back. Her pussy begging to be used as her body began to itch with want. She missed the nod that Ray had given his partner. But when the stranger’s cock left her pussy, Lucy didn't miss that. She moaned and Ray grunted. The vibrations of her disappointment of lost cock rolled over him.

The hands that had been holding her hips, moved to her ass and they spread her firm cheeks. Lucy knew what was next and her entire being welcomed it. Crave it. She groaned and wiggled her eager self. Chuckles and throaty words of “cunt” “whore” “slut” filled her ears. She welcomed them and then as the first tight ring of her ass was invaded by the juice-covered dick, Lucy closed her eyes. Her face seemed to glow like she’d seen the Gates of Heaven open up, but all she really saw and wanted was to feel the slamming of cock in her ass and face.

Time held no meaning as the two men worked their lusty meat in and out of Lucy’s holes. Ray continued to pound into her. The stranger alternated from her ass to her cunt, until both of them were pulling free and showering the high-class lady with their seeds. Lucy also came. As soon as the first hot liquid milk splashed onto her upturned face, her climax shattered throughout her entire being. More come flowed from her cunt as she felt fiery milk coat her ass and drip into the gaping holes it had been invading.

 

[Pendulum]

"Brush your hair and wipe the cum off Lucy"

Ray smiled and handed the unbound and unfettered woman a brush and towelettes, watching her as she quietly pulled her dress down before accepting the offered articles.

"We brought your car over so you have wheels after we're done partying, why don't you fetch that bag of toys you always keep stashed under the drivers seat?"

He ordered as he helped her from the interior of the van and nodded to the sleek sportscar parked in front of the hotel, his eyes admiring her form as his lips smiled as he watched her open the door and lean over the drivers seat to reach into the car.

"You should be a porn star in front of the camera baby"

He leered and watched Lucy slide into the drivers seat to search almost frantically under the seat and into the glovebox.

"With a body like that and how you fuck, you'd be rich, don't worry about your pistol though...I took the liberty of removing it, wouldn't want it to fall into the wrong hands now would we?"

Moving to the open door he smiled and offered a hand to her, pulling her gently upwards to pin her between the car and himself as he crushed his lips and body against her own, his grin even wider as she tried to resist and melted into his arms with a whimper.

"I heard you're into kinky stuff Lucy, that your bag has not only a vibrator but a pair of handcuffs and clamps for those hard nipples of yours?"

Staring into her eyes, his hands wandering over her body, he felt her own groin grind against his as a moan came deep from her throat...

"Come on baby, the partys waiting inside for you, just how you like it"

He invited and closed the car door, his arm around her waist as they walked to and into the wiating room.

"Lucy, meet Terry, he drove us over here"

Ray nooded to the tall and lean man stretched out nude and waiting on the single beds surface.

"You met Charles here, or at least his cock"

He continued gently and slid his hand under the top of her dress, drawing her attention to the broad shouldered and equally nude man sitting at the table.

"Why don't you slide out of that dress and join Terry on the bed, he likes to watch his cock get sucked to warm him up, but don't worry Charles and I will take care of you"

Taking the leather bag from her he smiled and stepped to the table, the attention of the three men drawn to Lucy as she stepped out of her heels before sliding the red form fitting dress up and over her head, the motion stretching her body erotically and making the man on the bed groan with desire.

"Come on over here Lucy, I've got a need that only you can take care of"

And as Lucy moved to the bed and crawled to him on all four Charles laughed softly, his hand stroking his own thick cock, his eyes going to the toys that spilled from Lucy's bag onto the table-top...

"This bitch has got a fascination with pain and getting off, I'd say"

Ray offered and lifted a pair of vibrators from the pile, the first a tiny "rocket" style dwarfed by the larger, bulbous headed one that vibrated loudly when he triggered the nub at the back end of it...

"Lets find out if this fits her shall we?"

He grinned to his partner and moved behind the shapely backside of Lucy as her head bobbed eagerly up and down on Terry's cock.

"Lets fill your ass shall we Miss Spiller?"

Ray grinned and stroked the growling head of the dildoe over her dripping cunt lips, then pressed the tapered head of it to her brown hole and worked it into her, his own cock twitching with almost jealous desire.

"Who would ever figure that Lucy Spiller, editor in chief of Dirt magazine, would pick us up and be such a slut?"

He growled the words and worked the vibrating faux cock deep into her ass, then stepped out of his own pants to stroke his cock and press it to her slick cunt.

"Hot, she's simply fucking HOT, from her lips to her cunt!"

He marveled and gripped her hips, his cock sliding in and out of her cunt as his thighs slapped her buttocks with loud, meaty sounds.

Looking over Lucy's bouncing head he met Terry's own lust filled eyes and smiled, then moved his to one of several tiny cameras that were placed about the room, nodding as Terry gripped Lucy's hair in his hands, making her features visible as he took control of her bobbing head.

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Hours later, as the sun crept up over the horizon, and the men cleared the last of the electronic equipment from the rooms, Ray tossed Lucy's keys beside her splayed out and sleeping form...

"Thanks for the wild night baby...I hope we do it sometime again...SOON"

 

[Babette_____]

A buzzing in her head woke Lucy from a deep slumber. She pushed her fingers through her hair and rolled to her back. The dream was over and yet she still swore that there had been a voice in her bedroom. She opened her eyes, then closed them, still seeing the hotel from her night’s lustful imaginations. Her fingers moved across the covers and she frowned. The unfamiliar texture of cheap linen made her eyelids pop open and her huge blue orbs suddenly grew frightful. She sat up. Her head spun and she glanced widely about the room, the down at her naked and bruised body. She scurried from the bed, pulling the coverlet with her, to block her nudity from herself as well as any prying eyes.

It wasn’t until another glance about the interior of the hotel room did she realize she was alone. Sinking to the floor she tried to comprehend that all she’d dreamed had not been a figment of her imagination, but had been real. So real in fact she could still taste the evidence of the three men’s come in her throat. Immediately following that realization Lucy dropped the blanket and darted to the bathroom, where she hugged the porcelain commode and emptied her come-filled stomach or at least what there was left in her system. She bawled into the frothy spew as she remembered every thrust of cock that had emptied itself into her. Her eyes grew puffy and dry as she shuddered violently, reliving the events.

When she was done, her chest rising and falling from the hiccups she was inflicted with, Lucy sat back. She leaned against the coolness of the tub and stared at herself. She licked her lips, tasting the bile she’d emptied early. With trembling fingers she wrapped her hand around a bottle of Hotel mouthwash and swished it in her mouth. Once more she spit into toilet, then flushed away the horrid scent of her abuse.

Lucy rose from the floor and stepped to the sink. She gripped the edges and slowly lifted her head to stare at the woman who looked back at her. There were no bruises on her face, or her neck. A few bite marks marred her usual creamy flesh, but those she could hide with a sweater, vest, or less than revealing dress. The thought of telling anyone what had happened never occurred to Lucy. This would destroy her. She couldn’t allow that. The thought of keeping her disgrace to herself drove a hard spike into her chest. She couldn’t tell anyone, because deep inside she knew she had not hated all of it. Even now as she stared at her own reflection she could see a woman that had been hidden from herself.

The other woman there was still angry and wanted heads to roll. Rolling her shoulders and then turning away Lucy decided she would find Ray, Terry and Charles. Each one would be treated to the same perverse pleasures they had forced on her. She smiled wickedly as she stepped into the shower and turned the water toward Hot. She jerked at the stinging heat, but refused to decrease the temperature. As she washed away come and prayed the sick fucks were disease free, she put her own plan into action.

Lucy left the hotel, her steps confident and a smile on her face that spoke of peace and harmony, but hid a hatred that was burning to consume her. She called the office and told them she’d be in sometime after one. No other explanation was given as she headed to O’Brien’s. Once there she dolled out a couple hundred dollar bills and learned where last night’s bartender lived. She pounded on his cheap apartment door until he woke up, rubbing his eyes and cursing at whoever had the nerve to disturb his slumber. Lucy pushed past him and laid an envelope stuffed with cash. “If they paid you more than what is in there, I’ll double it. Now who is Raymond Wheeler and how do I find him. Don’t play games with me. I’ve been coming to O’Brien’s for years. You don’t normally work that shift, so someone got you to and I want to know why.”

An hour later Lucy left with Wheeler’s phone number. She started to dial it, then stopped before hitting the final number. “Not yet. . .let’s see what we can find out about you.” She made it to the office two hours before she had claimed she would be there and set to work calling her own contacts. She was the woman she was, because of the people she knew. Lucy wasn’t dumb enough to think she could do this alone, but it would get done. She would find Wheeler and his sick little lap dogs. It was just a matter of time. . .

 

[Pendulum]

"Conagher here"

Con answered the phone and listened to the voice of "Ray Wheeler", then nodded even though he knew the man couldn't see him.

"I suggest the man hired as bartender has an accident then, not one that will kill him, but one serious enough he realize the stakes in this game have been raised higher than money...can you take care of that for me before the three of you leave town?"

Listening to the assurances that it would be "handled" Con smiled, knowing the caliber of the man and how he would efficently deliver the warning and just as efficently disappear with his men...

"Thank you Sergeant, your payment will be sent via the usual channels"

Lowering the phone Con smiled, then lifted the remote and punched the play button, the figure of Lucy bouncing back into action between the two men, her face a mask of lustful pleasure as she was fucked from both ends...

Editing it would take time, he knew, but then he had the finest video equipment money could buy at his disposal, and in a few days he would place the call to Lucy to see how "things" were going...

It would give her time to realize she had made a mistake...by not going to the police she had ruined the one single chance of finding out who "Wheeler" actually was...her delay in reporting her treatment only making things worse for her in the present...and in the future...

"This is Con, it seems I'll need that tuxedo and invitation after all...have them both delivered to this address on Friday...by three"

Meanwhile he start making his own plans...as Lucy found out her "attackers" had vanished into thin air and the one time bartender had developed a severe case of amnesia... he'd be getting ready for the social event of the season, a gala party he knew Lucy Spiller would never miss...

****** ****** ******​

"Well, well...Lucy Spiller, it seems we're sitting at the same table, imagine the odds of that?"

Conagher stood beside the table and seated his own date as Lucy appoached the table on the arm of her own...

"Perhaps later you'll give me the honor of a dance...and a chance to see if you've reconsidered my offer?"

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy recognized the voice before she turned to gaze at the man that had taken a seat at her table. “Conagher,” she smiled and touched Henry’s arm, “this is Henry. Henry. Conagher. Conagher and I met a few weeks ago. It is a pleasure to see you again,” she said as she glanced at the handsome man’s date. “And this must be your baby sister. Such a cute young child.” Her smile was wide as she winked at Con, wondering how he’d managed to gain an invite to the gala.

An attendant walked by, refilled their wines and told Henry that a Senator at another table wished to speak with him. Henry excused himself and Lucy turned her attention to Con and his assumed “jail bait.”

“Your offer. . . unless you’ve brought me the pictures you supposedly were going to get, I don’t see me changing my mind. A dance however is possible. Henry is not good on the dance floor. Perhaps once you’ve determined if your dates old enough to sit at the table alone we can take a spin on the floor.”

She stood and smoothed down the black lycra gown The sivler trim that outlined her breasts glimmered in the light and the swells of her bosom were accented by a light dusting of glittering powder. She stepped away, motioned to Henry she was going to dance and then looked past Con’s date. “Care to waltz?” she asked “Or do I find another partner?”

Lucy had decided she was going to have fun this evening. For the past three weeks she’d paid more money than she cared to admit to find out who her rapist were, but all the roads seemed to be blocked. Eventually she decided she was better off letting the past go and push away the thoughts of revenge. After all. . .it had just been sex brought on by a drug. She never would have done those things had it not been for someone else manipulating her.

Inwardly she shook away the memories of that night and how she had used them to fuel her desires when she was alone in bed. Right now she was going to focus on Con and enjoying a fine dance. Hopefully he was better on the dance floor than he was in pitching a lead story.

 

[Pendulum]

Conagher actually laughed at the slight of how young his "date" was and settled back in his chair to watch the show...and what a show it was, the women dressed to the "nines", the men strutting around like peacocks...each posturing in front of the endless line of cameras and photographers and hanging around the producers as if thier lives depended on it...

It was hard not to miss the attention they paid Lucy as well, and to his eyes quite apparent why the men SHOULD pay attention to her, the dress she wore not only turning thier heads...but almost snapping thier necks off as they took a second look.

It was a pleasure as Lucy challenged him to dance, her eyes and words showing the fire that ran deep inside her, and as he rose he wrapped an arm around her waist he enjoyed the surprised look in her eyes.

"It's been a while since I danced with such an exquitely beautiful woman, but I'll try not to trip over my feet...or tongue"

He smiled again and stopped as the music went to a slow dance and the lights dimmed...and Lucy stepped into his arms.

"I have what you asked Lucy...but would prefer we talk about it later..."

His words were honest as he felt her body move with his, the smell of her perfume mixed with the natural scent of her body making it a heady experience all by itself...and when the sight of her body under the gown was added to it...

"I'm enjoying this and don't want to ruin it"

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy was surprised by the sincerity in Con’s voice as well as the truthfulness reflected in his eyes. She slipped easily into his arms and pressed her body to his. The music flowed through their systems, sending them through various steps that Con took with ease. She was impressed and very glad he’d been invited after all.

“Why would you showing me these pictures ruin the evening?”

She cocked her head to one side as she studied him, moving sensually against him. “The people in my magazine aren’t my friends. Their stories. I’m sure whoever you are about to expose isn’t an innocent flower. I’m also sure it won’t ruin the night.”

“Dismiss it from your mind. Right now we’re dancing and business can conclude after dinner. I’ll even apologize to your sister,” she told him. Her mouth lifted in a wide grin. Her eyes sparkled. “Really, she’s quite lovely and I don’t know why I took a stab at her. Perhaps a bit envious that she was your date and I wasn’t.”

The words that fell from her ruby lips surprised her, but she refused to retract them. After all, she was living her new policy, simply enjoy oneself and deal with things one day at a time. She was going to enjoy Con, perhaps even if he didn’t have any pictures that were worth her time.

Eventually, the music ended and she felt a loss of the closeness they had shared. She didn’t want to return him to Pippy Longstockings. Her arm looped through his and she led them toward a private room. The door slid open easily and closed softly behind them. “Since you’ve got my curiosity peeked. . .you should indulge me and share with me this dirty secret that will ruin our evening.”

Lucy knew it was just an excuse to keep him to herself for a bit longer, but it was one she was willing to grasp if it was the only one she had.

 

[Pendulum]

“Since you’ve got my curiosity peeked. . .you should indulge me and share with me this dirty secret that will ruin our evening.”


Conagher turned to face the erotic woman standing in front of the door, taking his time to let his eyes wander over her, starting first at her eyes and moving slowly down...down her neck as he imagined how her flesh would taste to his lips...to the swell of her breasts half revealed under the dress, his mind wondering the size and color of her aureoles and how her nipples would harden at the touch of his tongue...to where the dress tapered into a V above her slightly rounded tummy and left just enough skin to make him want to see more...

"What I offered to trade in return for the story I want removed is on this disk"

Reaching inside his suit breast pocket he offered a jeweled disk inside a clear case, stepping forward to let Lucy take it and moving an arm around her to place it against the door and close the distance between them.

"It's the copy, and not seeing a laptop on you, it will have to viewed later...leaving us time for what we both want..."

Leaning into her he pushed his hair into her hair and breathed in deeply, smelling the fresh scent of it and feeling the softness before lowering his nose scant millimeters above the bare flesh of her shoulder to do the same...

"Maybe I should send a note out telling my date to go home with yours Lucy?"

He suggested softly and dropped his hand to the lock at the door, turning it to hear it slide into place with an audible "CLICK"

"What makes you so sure I want to go home with you, Conagher?"

Lucy posed the question as she ran her tongue over red full lips and looked up to him with lust filled eyes.

"Who said I was going to take you home?"

Conagher countered and smiled softly, moving his face closer to hers.

"But it was the way you danced with me Lucy"

Conagher continued, his voice filling with the lust he felt for her, moving his lower hand from the door to the small of her back.

"And the look in your eyes now"

Lowering his head he kissed her, softly at first, letting his lips move over hers until he felt them open to him...then harder as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth and felt her press her body to his.

"Take your dress off Lucy"

He commanded, breathing hard as he broke the kiss and pulled back far enough to look into her eyes.

"I want to see what you look like.... before I fuck you"

 

[Babette_____]

A soft moan slipped from Lucy’s ruby lips. The hungry noise only mirrored the lust growing inside her. She’d known what was going to happen and she knew she wanted it too. The reason to have Conagher alone and away from others was primal; it had nothing to do with a story, but everything to do with lust. His breath seemed to hover over her as his lips and hands moved to trace tiny paths across her exposed flesh. When he stepped back, commanding her to remove her clothes Lucy felt the same rush of pleasure she had when Ray had told her to suck him off.

Lucy licked her lips and stepped away from the door, then over to the center of the room. Where she slipped her long fingers to her neck, allowing her nails to graze first, the swells of her breasts. She reached up and then around to the back of her neck, pushing her long locks away so she could feel the hooks that kept the straps of the dress secure.

Her eyes locked on his as she peeled the two glimmering silver and dark onyx straps down. Her breasts sprang free, the hard nipples protruding proudly as if they were there for just his pleasure. She lifted a brow as she saw his eyes flicker down to admire the erect peaks, the bumpy ridges and the darkened rose coloring. Her hands moved down her chest; she cupped her breasts, kneaded them for a few seconds, before sliding her palms down her hips and hooking the waist of the gown. Lucy shimmed herself out of the form fitting gown. The rich material pooled seductively onto the floor and she stepped free of it.

She stood there for a moment. Her stockings and garters a contrast to her creamy skin. The black lace thong hugged her sex, the center even darker due to the arousal of her pussy. The stilettos added five inches to the tempting picture she presented. Lifting one leg onto a leather chair, she slid off first her shoe, then undid the garter clips. The nude colored stocking was slowly rolled down. Her gaze flickering from Con and then back to the task at hand. When the other leg was free of its silky fabric and pointy heel, Lucy turned away from Con and showed him a beautiful view of her derriere.

Once more she used her hands to skim across her prickly skin. She was burning inside as she captured the lace of the thong in her fingers and gently eased them from her body. The strap of the thong slipped easily from the crack of her ass and she knew as she bent forward, Con would see the glistening juices of her pussy as the lights in the room cascaded over them.

Rising back up Lucy tossed her head back, her blue eyes spoke of hunger as she stared back at the man she wanted. . .needed to fuck her. “Do you like what you see?” she asked, unaware that Con had seen her many times before in many different ways.

 

[Pendulum]

“Do you like what you see?”​

Conagher tore his eyes off of Lucy's firm buttocks and lifted them slowly up her sleek back to meet her own questioning ones.

"Yes, you're even more beautiful than I had hoped for"

His words were honest, the tone deep and yearning, and yet he remained still.

Lucy smiled, the emotion moving into her blue eyes and making them shine, and as she waited Conagher smiled.

"Spread your legs wider Lucy, so I can watch you finger yourself, you're wet....but I want to see you dripping wet"

Something flashed in her eyes, not anger, but Lust...and Conagher kept his own face impassive as their wills battled for long seconds before she nodded and moved to obey.

"Like...this?"

Lucy took her time and moved each leg erotically, then leaned forward and let him see her fingers sliding up her inner thigh before moving into her pussy...

"Yes"

Conagher replied as Lucy once again looked over her shoulder and he slid his suit jacket off his wide shoulders.

"Perfect"

He complimented the vision of Lucy as she leaned slightly forward and began to finger her sex, her head turning forward to see her reflection in a mirror on the far wall.

Minute by minute she continued, the only sounds in the room being her ragged breathing and Conaghers clothes dropping to the floor...until she turned her head and opened her eyes to find him standing quietly behind her with dark, wanting eyes...

"MY turn"

Her eyes grew wide and she gasped as Conagher drove into her from behind, his thick cock filling her sex even as she pulled her own digits from it, and he gripped her hair and waist with his hands.

"I've wanted you since the first day I saw you Lucy, and now?"

Looking over her shoulder Conagher met her eyes in the mirror as he fucked her hard and fast, the sight of her breasts gyrating wildly with each thrust burning into his mind, as the sounds of their bodies slapping against each and the smell of sex filled the room..

"Now, I have you"​

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy’s fingers had slid down her body, teasing her nipples, pulling on the hard points, before they had slipped down to brush against her pussy. She knew Con was watching her, taking in every movement. Though he was behind her, the mirror on the wall to the right of her gave him the view of her tantalizing movements. She licked her lips and slipped her fingers across her clit, pulling gently on the flesh, as if she were picking flowers from a garden. She tugged, flicked and rubbed the hard strip of flesh, all the while keeping her gaze locked on the image of the man behind her.

She heard him moving, his clothes slowly being shed. This only added to her excitement as she dipped her fingers further down her sex and rested them inside the heated core of her pussy. She twisted them one way, then another as she imagined Con’s face between her thighs and his tongue diving in and out of her slick hole. She pushed deeper, twisting her fingers to the right, then the left. Her digits curled and she scrapped the fleshy sides of her cunt, before pulling her digits out, to return a juicy assault on her clit again.

Her other hand alternated between pulling her right nipple, to twisting and tormenting the left. The gumdrop sized pearls ached to be taunted and teased. She rewarded them both equally. Bringing a whimper and a moan from her lungs, which soon were followed by grunts and low hungry growls. Her hips thrusts forward, her back bent, as her fingers seemed to seek a way to drive themselves deeper into her pussy.

Eventually, Con was no longer a part of her equation. Lucy was lost in the overwhelming lust that was rolling over her. She could feel her climax reaching and she slowed her tempo, only bringing a grunt of frustration from her parted lips and dry throat. She stared at the man in the mirror, but didn’t comprehend his movements or the fact he was naked. Her body screamed for attentions, so she pushed a third finger into her gaping hole.

Over and over she took herself on a ride of pure carnal pleasure, feeling her pussy constrict around her fingers as she bucked and rode her palm. Her other hand left her tits alone, wanting to concentrate on the apex of her body. As she pumped in and out of herself, footsteps could be heard, but Lucy refused to accept his presence in her fun. She twisted the hard strip of flesh that was soaked in her feminine arousal. She tugged painfully, wishing that the clamp for her clit was close by. Her nails dug at her skin. “Ooh fuck,” she groaned as she continued her self-fucking.

Her eyes were no longer focused on anything. The lids closed. Her lashes, thick and black, rested on her creamy, flushed cheeks. Her lips were parted. Her throat sore. Her voice raspy. “Fuck. . .oh fuck yes. You’re such a cunt. A fucking slut.” Words poured from her throat as she saw the first sheet of satin cascade over her senses. Pools of colors erupted from behind her lids. Orange. Gold. Red and eventually black. The world no longer existed as Lucy held her breath and covered her hands, wrists and thighs with come.

The liquid silk splashed silently on the carpet and then Lucy felt him. She turned as saw the same hunger in his eyes that her body had succumbed to. He wasted no time in claiming her dripping cunt. “Yes!” she cried out, pushing herself backward and being rewarded with Con’s thick, hard tool driving deep into her slick cavern. She squeezed him hard, refusing to let him have all the fun.

Each drag of his cock head, seemed to send new waves of untapped desires into her. She begged for more, feeling the touch of his balls slapping against her ass. He pulled her hair. She relished the sting. Her mind flooded with the events that had transpired weeks ago and she grew more hungry and lusty. “Fuck me!” she demanded. Her hand moving back to her clit, which she had tormented endlessly earlier.

He drove deeper. One hand still holding her hair, the other reaching to twist her tit in a hard grasp. Lucy loved it. She pushed back, held tight and milked his swollen shaft. “Bite me,” she demanded, suddenly. A thrill of heat coated her as she felt his teeth sink into her shoulder. She shudder when he bit her again. “More!” she hissed and was given a hard slap to her thigh. “Ooh God, Con!” He repeated the moves, keeping his cock buried in her cunt and drawing it out only to slam it back in again.

Lucy suddenly screamed as she was carried into a world where nothing existed but the reeling emotions that were flowing all over her. Her come showered her lover’s cock and once more she was breathing in the heady aroma of sex. She held on to him. Milked him with hard clamping muscles. Her fingers curled into fists as she threw her head back and felt his teeth mar her soft flesh and yet she still continued to blanket him with her juices.

 

[Pendulum]

Conagher fucked Lucy. It couldn't be called anything else. Used her body as she rode her own orgasm and then used her again, marking her with his teeth and with his hands as he rode her from behind. Knowing all the while she was reliving the rape she had lived through as the images of it flashed through his own mind and merged with the reality of him fucking her now.

He felt no guilt as he slapped her ass and thighs with his calloused hand, only pleasure as she twisted on his cock and whimpered her own pleasures, he felt no remorse as he drew blood on the paler, fine skin of her shoulders. knowing the wash of juices from her sex were created as much by the memories of what the three did to her in the past as by what he did to her now.

It was his own recall of the video and how Lucy was abused that told him what was to happen next, and he pulled from her cunt to spin her body about and look into her eyes.

"Done ALREADY, stud?"​

Lucy's insult was tossed at him and he smiled, realizing she had word for word repeated what she spoke to Ray weeks before.

"Just getting primed for the grand finale, slut"

Conagher grinned using Rays own reply and gripped Lucy's hair, pulling her back to the heavy desk and leaning her backwards over it's edge until her shoulder blades struck it's surface.

"Yours, and MINE"

Her legs up and over his arms Conagher gripped the shaft of his throbbing cock and rubbed it's slick head against her juice soaked sex, then lowered it and drove it into Lucy's tight anus without warning, gripping her wrists as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her ass and met her eyes.

"You like that, don’t you Lucy...You like being a Lady outside that door and being fucked like a SLUT when it closes."

His cock buried deep in her body he leaned forward to bite a previously unviolated nipple, then lifting to see Lucy arch her neck back as she cried out her reply.

"Yessssss, I enjoy being a sssslut"

Laughing he pounded into her, feeling her tight muscle loosen and gaining speed and intensity with every punishing thrust he taunted her again.

"You get off on being forced...on being used by someone stronger than you"

Slapping her ass he nearly came as Lucy's muscles tightened around his shaft and she writhed under his touch.

"Yessssss, rape me you basssstard, slap me...beat me..."

Her whimpered words came to his ears and he hammered her with his entire weight, pulling her back as she slid over the desks now slick surface to meet his next thrust and slap to her ass.

"My face, slap my face...bite me you bastard"

Lucy encouraged him and Conagher smiled, knowing she was about to cum...and that with the pain she would go over the edge of release...and consciousness. Dropping her legs he felt them wind around his waist, and as her ankles locked he drove wickedly into her to hear her gasp, then swung a free hand to connect with her flushed cheek as requested...

"Yessss"


The words slid from her full lips even as her head rolled to the side, her eyes shining with a wicked and crazy light as he lowered his teeth to her unpunished nipple and bit down hard, then tugged...


"AhhhhHHHHhhhhHHHHHH"


Lucy's body bucked wildly under him, her legs clamping tightly around him like a vise as her body lifted off the desk to be supported only by the back of her head...and Conagher emptied his hot seed into her gyrating body.

To watch her slump to the desks surface, and feel her legs drop to it's side, her head lolling over as her eyes rolled back into their sockets.

"You're one wild fuck Lucy"

Conagher chuckled to the unconscious form and watched the mixed juices of his cock and her pussy dribble from both holes and down her twitching leg.

"And one crazy bitch"

Wiping his own cock off he dressed, then lifted her inert yet breathing form to the leather couch and covered her with a small blanket set into a corner for such use. Writing her a short note with instructions on how to reach him he set it on top of the disk and pile of her clothes he had gathered, fingering her wet panties and sliding them into his pocket as he looked at the sleeping woman, to move to the door and lock it before he drew it shut.

"I just hope you know when to quit"

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy heard a pounding in her head as she rolled over and almost fell from the leather sofa. She blinked and then muttered a quick volley of foul words, before jumping up and pulling her dress on. She slipped her feet in her stilettos, all the while, trying to comb through her hair with one hand and ignore the feeling of her body and all the bruises Con had given her. She looked around and grabbed her garter and stockings, stuffed them in the deep crevices of the couch, knowing noone would find them until sometime in the far future. By that time the help would suspect some other flighty fuck getting their jollies off had been in the room, not the respectable Lucy Spillers.

Just as she was about to scream for the obnoxious invader to stop pounding the door, Lucy noticed the disk and the note, she’d shoved away as she dressed. She picked them up, sparing a quick glance at Con’s words, before shaking herself into a presentable woman and walking casually out of the room. She said nothing to Henry, who stood glaring at her as if he knew exactly what and who she’d been screwing. It was the last date she and Henry ever had.

By the time Lucy got home, she was exhausted and tossed the disk and the note onto a night stand and peeled off her clothing. Immediately she fell asleep, mindful that she’d need a quick lay from Con soon, because he’d been the best since the night she was wrapped and it had all been without the aid of ecstasy.

The following morning Lucy awoke with an ache that needed to be satisfied. She leaned over and dug a small chest from under her bed. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the red vibe and she pulled it from its home. She grinned, opened her legs and quickly, but expertly dealt with the erotic images that had danced behind her lids all night long.

She pictured Con’s cock sliding in and out of her. She could still feel his dick in her ass, at least she imagined she could. Knowing she wanted to relive the experience and could do so in the safety of her home, Lucy stopped her self-pleasuring. She dug back into her toy box and found the vibrating butt plug and lubed it with her own juices. Wasting no time Lucy pushed the toy deep into her anal cavity and hummed as the sensations washed up and down her spine. The faux cock was slipped back into her pussy, the rabbit end arranged so it rested against her clit and her spare hand went to work on her nipples.

Eventually, she pictured Con’s cock in her ass, as she rode Ray’s meat, while alternating her talented mouth-fucking between the other two men she’d been fucking in her dreams. The explosion of her pussy made Lucy scream. Her hips rose from her bed. Her back arched. Her eyes remained clenched tightly. The vibe and the plug continued assaulting her as if they were the men from her fantasies and they controlled her lust.

When Lucy could breathe again, her jerking slowed and her mind clearing, she timidly reached down and pulled the toys from their slippery holes and sighed. Her sticky fingers were cleaned and she licked at her lips, before turning to see the clock on her night stand. Her eyes caught the time as well as the disk and the note. She picked up both and swung her feet off the bed. She rolled her shoulders and took a seat at the small desk in her bedroom. A lap top, one she rarely used hummed itself to life as she plucked lazily at her slippery pussy.

She wiped her fingers clean and then loaded the disk. After the initial scans, the disk opened and she watched a woman being serviced by three men. At first she was didn’t really comprehend who was in the video. Then she recognized the very same faces she’d been dreaming of over the past few weeks. Her eyes grew wide as she drew her face closer to the screen and saw her own hungry, lustful features. “Oh my fuckin’ God,” she hissed, her fingers reaching for her phone as she gripped the note in one hand.

It wasn’t long before Con’s voice reached her and she was coming on the screen. “What do you want?” she hissed into the receiver.

 

[BLACK BART]

well done Babette & Pendulum