Ch. 1: The Introduction
“Shit shit shit fuck! Fuck!” A man dressed in black mutters to himself as he runs down an alley, panting, out of breath. “Fuck! No! Nonono!” He exclaims having ran down the alley only to meet a dead-end. He turns around to face his pursuer.
“Looks like you trapped yourself, idiot!” A young woman taunts as she comes around the corner of the alley in mid-air, gently descending to the ground. She was dressed in a tight, white, bright mini-dress with a symbol resembling a rocket emblazoned on the chest of the dress, matching knee-high heeled boots, flesh-colored/off-white pantyhose, white opera gloves, and a white domino mask to complete her look as the heroine, Rockette. The heroine was quite the sight to look at, her athletic-thin build with shapely long legs made her stand-out like a goddess. She was a sigh of relief to see as a law-abiding citizen, but she struck a chord of fear in some criminals.
“Rockette! You bitch! Why are you picking on a small-fry like me when you got guys like Don Diablo on the streets still!” the man yells in frustration, shaking an empty fist at her with the purse he stole in his other hand. The heroine scoffs having gently landed on the ground now walking slowly towards the criminal.
“Scum is scum. Don Diablo will get his due, but someone also need to catch the ‘small-fry’. I can’t let you get away with that woman’s purse and leaving her on the ground with a black-eye.” Rockette’s soft expression turns into a scowl as her face comes through the shadows.
“Please! I didn’t mean to hurt her! I just needed the money! I’m starving! Jesus! I didn’t mean to knock her over!” the man begs, backing away slowly from the encroaching heroine until his back hits the wall behind him.
“But you did hurt her!” Rockette reminds him, curling her hands into a fist, remembering the state of the woman who he had stolen from.
Desperate, the man launches from the wall in an all-out attack against the heroine. A fist flies first but the heroine dodges it with ease with a simple step back. The man tries a round house kick next but Rockette simply blocks, grabs, and holds it.
“Ah! No! No!!” the man screams as he knows what the heroine was going to counter with. A smile creeps across Rockette’s face as she drives a fist straight into his open crotch, crushing his balls. “AAAaahhhh!’ the man groans in pain, stumbling back against the wall and keeling over in pain.
“I’m pretty sure I felt one of your balls explode there.” Rockette says, walking over the man. “Pathetic.” She comments, looming over the man who was now crying, lamenting his crushed ball. Rockette looks at the man in disgust as she pulls her HeroPod out of her utility belt and alert the authorities to the location of the thief.
“You bitch…Aaghhh…” The man continues to groan in pain, tears streaming down his face.
“I can crush your other ball and make you a bitch too.” Rockette threatens, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt to make him look at her. “You’re pathetic. Have fun rotting in jail.” She says then spits on his face right before smacking him back down to the ground.
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On an empty balcony of a small apartment in the city of New Exxon, in the Friday morning hours before the sun comes up, the heroine Rockette flies down. The apartment itself is empty, the building having been vacated some time ago, the heroine uses it as a spot to change between her identities as Tess the college freshman and Rockette, New Exxon’s premiere super-heroine.
‘Pretty uneventful night…but geeze I’m tired…’ the heroine thinks to herself as she begins to change. She waves a special device through her hair, turning her hair from a bright red to its natural brunette. She waves it over her mask next, allowing the special adhesive to the mask to release. Rockette then takes her utility belt off that doubled as her power belt. The belt itself didn’t give her powers, but it did help her unlock the potential she had with her powers as she continued to develop them.
The heroine’s powers weren’t anything too exciting or special but they were more than enough to let her fight crime. Her powers did have their limitations not to mention the toll it took on her. If she flew too long, exerted too much strength or shot too many energy bolts at once, she was left exhausted.
Rockette knew she was durable enough to withstand a fair amount of blunt trauma and some piercing, but she was always hesitant to test to what degree. Her durability seemed to be passive too, she didn’t need to focus on it like her other powers of enhanced strength, flight and energy projection. With the belt and enough concentration, Rockette was once able to flip a car. The belt allowed her to easily fly, and without it she could fly or somewhat hover fairly well. Energy projection wasn’t possible at all without the belt; in her practice and training sessions she could generate the basis heat of the blasts but she hasn’t been able to fire anything without the belt, and with the belt all her blasts were concussive.
The dress falls off next, followed by her gloves, her boots then pantyhose, leaving the shapely, petite, brunette in nothing but her panties. The brunette looks at the mirror left in the room, appreciating how she looked, no costume, her long brunette hair cascading down to passed her shoulder to just purely herself, Tess Brown.
‘Augh…nights like these do get me going a little though… Hard work does get my blood going…’
Tess slides down against the wall, looking at herself in the mirror opposite of her, biting her lip gently in anticipation. Bracing herself up against the wall with her left hand, she spreads her legs and moves her right hand to her panty-clad crotch.
‘Oh geeze… I’m already so wet…’ Tess thinks, her fingers lightly grazing across her slit through the fabric of her panties, feeling them stick to her pussy. She feels a shiver of pleasure run down her spine. She begins to rub her fingers against her pussy harder and harder overtop her panty, feeling it get soaked in her own juices.
“Ah…” Tess lets out a moan, feeling herself get hotter and hotter, her mind going back to how she humiliated that punk in the alleyway. The look of anger he had across his face. She brings her fingers that are lightly covered in her own juices up to her mouth and sucks on them, tasting herself and getting her fingers nice and wet.
‘God… I can’t believe I’m getting so hot from this…’ Tess reflects as she begins imagining the anger on the man’s face, her mind drifting to perverted, masochistic ideas of that same man overpowering her… tying her up, choking her, doing whatever he wanted to her. She slides her hand under her panties and inserts two fingers inside her slick, wet pussy, keeping her thumb delicately rubbing her clit.
“Ahh…ohmygawd…aahhh…” Tess’s moans get louder and louder as she pumps her fingers inside of her pussy while massaging her clit. She presses down on her clit and up against her g-spot with her fingers inside of her, “AhhhhhhhH!” She lets out a loud moan, repeating the motion of pumping and pressing. A wave of intense pleasure runs through her body as she cums hard, feeling her body shake and twitch a little from the orgasm.
Tess’s eyes closed, she rests against the wall for a bit to catch her breathing, licking her lips.
“Ahh…nothing like masturbating after a good night of crime fighting…” She mutters to herself before picking herself up, slightly embarrassed by what she just said aloud. She grabs a bag full of a change of clothes. She changes into what she had left her apartment in, a blue hoodie, grey yoga pants, and a pair of sneakers, her casual studying clothes. She had left the apartment under the guise of going to study, and now she really did have to study before her first class in the morning…
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Ch. 2: Journalistic Gumption
Throughout the day of classes, Tess couldn’t focus. She was stuck on something the purse-snatcher from last night had said.
‘Don Diablo…Don Diablo… He really is a piece of shit…’ Tess thinks to herself while sitting in her Intro to Communications lecture, head on her hand, looking bored and lost like usual.
Don Diablo was a well-known figure within the community. Some credited the mysterious man for helping develop New Exxon into the city it was today while other’s blamed him for the rampant crime that happened on the city’s streets. He was said to be a benevolent as he was dangerous. The criminal organization he ran, Los Perdidos, was said to be said to be the framework on which New Exxon stood. Tess thought that was ridiculous. Regardless of any opinions, Don Diablo was a criminal and the list of crimes he had committed was endless, along with the list of lives he’s ruined. He had to go down.
So instead of taking notes for the communication class, Tess was writing out everything she knew about Don Diablo and his Los Perdidos. Where she could start for her investigation and eventual takedown of the crime lord. The cops in the city were too corrupt to do anything, and the other heroes spineless. It was up to her.
‘Augh…This guy really is a mystery! This is nothing!’ Tess reflects on what she wrote out on the notebook in front of her. It read:
· Don Diablo:
o Boss of Los Perdidos.
o Said to own most of the properties of New Exxon through shell companies
§ -> Which shell companies?
o Very rarely seen
· Los Perdidos
o Known Members
§ Crackle – Had a run in with him a year ago…Escaped jail
§ Ripple – Officer, seen operating from Baker’s harbor
§ Ringer – Enforcer – Seen around important gang events.
§ Emilio? – Son of Don Diablo, attending Exxon University
Frustrated from how little she was able to write out, Tess spends the rest of the day brainstorming on what her first move should be. Moving from class to class until her last one in the early evening, “Intro to Journalism”. Despite not paying much attention to what was being taught, the class gave her an idea. She was going to go undercover.
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Tess couldn’t wait to put her plan into action, racing home after her class ended. The girl rummages through her closet, looking for a mix between professional but also a little sexy to catch a little attention.
Got it! Tess thinks as she begins to put together her outfit. Throwing the clothes on the bed to look at them laid out, a black textile jacket, a tight form-fitting white blouse, a black pencil skirt, black pantyhose, and black heels to finish the look off. Now that’s good… the girl muses, looking over the outfit on the bed. Tess changes into the outfit, takes a good look of herself in the mirror, takes a mirror picture for herself, and heads off.
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The first stop on Tess’s list was BestCircuit, an electronic retail store that was rumored to be one of many money laundering fronts for Los Perdidos. Tess had decided that it would best to start at BestCircuit because she believed that the employees would be, for the most part, harmless and mostly ignorant to the true operations. She believed their supposed naiveté would give away something of value such as shipping and receiving details or supplier and manufacturer details. Things that came up as a dead-end when doing research on the web.
Tess is dropped off in front of the store, dressed in her “journalist” outfit with her hair done up in a bun, make up done modestly with little eyeliner and mascara. She had her roommate, Sophie, drop her off In case anything went wrong and she needed to escape, they wouldn’t be able to use her vehicle to track her down where she lived. Sophie was under the assumption that her roommate was just doing some boring assignment for class. Tess had everything she would need for collecting information for her little story – notebook, recorder, phone, fake IDs, all in her little black purse.
The student journalist walks into the store, immediately catching the attention of the employees at the store-front who watched this gorgeous girl walk into their store. With every step she takes further into the store, Tess can feel more and more eyes gaze upon her, most of them lustful, some of them judging. She nonchalantly makes her way over to the camera section, feigning interest, just waiting for the first employee to take the bait.
“Hello Ma’m! Is there anything I can help you with today?” One of the employees finally works the courage to talk to the girl while the other male employees and customers continue to peak and glance from afar.
“Hello Jim Baker! I could use some help! I’m so awful about stuff like this!” Tess replies, looking up from the cameras, giving a flirty smile, and making sure she got a good look at the employee’s nametag.
“Good thing I’m here, heh…Camera’s these days can be so needlessly complicated” Jim Baker says trying his best to remain confident in the presence of this gorgeous girl.
“I’m so glad!” Tess exclaims, using a voice slightly higher than usual, trying to sound flirty and get Jim’s guard down.
“So what did you need the Camera for?” Jim asks,
“Hmmm…I think I’d be using it mostly for portrait shots…maybe some landscape shots” Tess answers, giving his arm a little squeeze.
“Ah… I see… Portraits and Landscapes…uh…I believe you’d want to go with a nice DSLR” Jim suggests, picking up one of the smaller DSLR cameras off the display row for the girl to look at. Tess takes the camera from Jim and examines it.
“This seems perfect…One last question though” Tess begins, about to blindside the man with her true intentions, “Do you know who you source these through?”
“Excuse me?” Jim asks, baffled a little by the question, thinking why she even cares.
“I just heard a rumor that BestCircuit was caught sourcing some of their items from counterfeit Chinese companies.” Tess states, baffling the employee even more. Jim looks at her dumbfounded.
“Oh uh…I’m not sure…I’m sorry…I, uh, don’t really handle anything about sourcing…or shipping… That’s more of a management thing…” Jim explains, stuttering slightly throughout.
“That’s okay Jim. Do you know if you have a manager I can talk to?” Tess asks Jim, trying to work her way up the store’s chain. For good measure she squeezes his arm again gently and bats her eyes.
“Uhh…Yeah, of course..uh follow me please miss” Jim answers.
Tess and Jim walk to the back of the store where Jim has the girl wait while he grabs the manager. From the looks of the rest of the employees of the store, lanky to chubby men of all different ethnicities, Tess had expected the manager to be similar. She was quite surprised when the 6’, well-built man of Latino descent came back out with Jim.
‘I don’t know what I expected…of course Don Diablo would put his own Los Perdidos guys in charge of the store’ Tess confirms her own theory of the store being a front as she studies the man walking towards her.
“Hello Miss, my name is Miguel Garcia and I am the manager of BestCircut.” Miguel introduces himself to the young lady, throwing her off even more, she hadn’t expected such a formal well-spoken introduction from the suspected gangster. “Jim here tells me that you have concerns about our supplier for our DSLR cameras?”
“Oh! Yes! Well you see I’m actually a journalist…A student journalist…And I’m doing a piece on the claims that I just wanted to write a short piece seeing if there was any truth to the claim…” Tess seemingly admits the truth,
“Ah I see, so you tricked young Jim into being able to talk to the manager huh?” Miguel inquires while maintaining eye contact with the young girl, using intense willpower not to let his eyes wander all over her amazing, sexily dressed body.
“That wasn’t the intention…I just didn’t know who to really talk to” Tess answers, biting her lip a little to disarm Miguel who was a little intimidating.
“Don’t worry about it, but now I hope you know you can come to me directly if you have any questions.” Miguel says, his own way of speaking being disarming to Tess. “If you would like, we could talk about these unfounded claims in my office?” Miguel suggests.
“Hmm… That sounds good to me! I’m sure these are just baseless rumors, but I gotta do some investigating for the class you know?” Tess agrees to the suggestion and follows the manager and suspected Los Perdidos member into the backroom. Jim stays behind in the store front, taking one good look at Tess’s tight round ass in her pencil skirt as she walks away.
“Ah, apologies Miss…But company policy requires us to leave all bags and electronics behind in the breakroom here,” Miguel informs Tess, pointing at the other bags and purses tucked into a shelf on the wall. Tess begins to get a little more uneasy, she had a feeling that Miguel was trying to isolate her and now he was trying remove her communication.
“Yes, of course. If you don’t mind I’ll be taking my notepad out of my bag,” Tess agrees to the request, resolving herself to have a little journalistic gumption. She slides the notebook out of her bag before tucking it into the shelf like the others.
‘Very official looking of course…’ Tess speculates as they pass multiple officer doors as Miguel has Tess follow him down the hallway to his office. Each of door containing a plaque with the name and function of whomever was inside. Eventually they reach a door that has the plaque that reads “Manager – Miguel Garcia”
“I’ve been asking to get a new office,” Miguel comments and opens the door to his office. The office was quite large and quite boring. There was a plant in the far left corner, some motivational posters hanging up, and a window with its blinds closed behind the desk in the room. “After you miss.” Tess hesitates for a little before walking into the office. Miguel let’s his eyes drop and stares Tess’s ass.
“Thank you Mr. Garcia” Tess says, taking a seat in the chair opposite to the desk in the office. She couldn’t help but feel uneasy despite the manners she was being shown by Miguel.
“It’s nothing Miss, excuse me, I don’t think I was given a name?” Miguel inquires the girl in front of him while he takes his seat behind his desk.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you can call me Lauren” Tess lies, having memorized the information on her fake-id she used to get into bars.
“Well, Miss Lauren, thank you for taking the time for coming in to talk to me so that I may dismiss these baseless rumors and claims.” Miguel remarks, giving a smile to the girl, resuming his discipline in not allowing his eyes to wander. Tess blushes a little and gets a little flustered, thinking the Latino man across from her was quite handsome.
“Of course! I’m sorry to bother with you with something so trivial. I understand you must be busy with such a successful store, so I’ll get right into it.” Tess replies, flipping through her notepad.
“Okay. Sounds good.” Miguel says, smile still on his face.
For the next few minutes, Tess goes through the list of pre-planned questions she had written out. Basic questions for Miguel himself such as his name and how long he worked as the manager for BestCircuits. The questions for her investigation came next.
“Mr. Garcia, there’s a rumor going around the community that BestCircuits sources some of its items from counterfeit Chinese based companies.” Tess asks. Miguel’s face tenses a little from the calm he had just earlier.
“Those are baseless claims. BestCircuits receives its products from a range of different but recognized Whole Sellers across the country. I would like to ask, Ms. Lauren, if you know the origin of such rumors.” The manager counters her question.
“There are multiple photos of unmarked vans and trucks coming and going from your shipping docks,” Tess answers.
“Ah, I see. I understand the misconception. Well you see Ms. Lauren, some of our recognized wholesalers are smaller companies that don’t have the funds to hire shipping companies with impressive trucks or logos.” Miguel answers, no longer smiling but still relaxed.
“Of course, of course. Then would it be possible if I could take a look at your shipping manifest and verify these small wholesale companies?” Tess asks. Miguel grins a little, stares at the girl, but he doesn’t say anything yet, “You know, so I can do my due diligence as a journalist and clear this nasty rumor up.” Tess adds, smiling back at the manager.
“I don’t see why you can’t.” Miguel says, breaking the silence. He pulls open a drawer and grabs a file-folder full of papers. “Here are the shipping manifests for the last six months, I’m sure you’ll find everything in order there.”
‘Holy shit, I did it! I’m that much closer to Don Diablo!’ Tess celebrates in her head, fighting back the urge to smile.
“Thank you Mr. Garcia, I’m sure I will.” She says, grabbing the folder from the table and begins to flip through it, writing down the names of all the shipping companies and wholesalers she could find. Immediately Tess noticed something suspicious.
During normal day-time hours of operation, the store received shipments from a variety of wholesalers and shipping companies, normal stuff like Universal Tech from RiteShip or Moonlight Inc. products from Kappa Express. The item descriptions of the shipments weren’t out of the ordinary either. However, during off-hours when the store wasn’t even open, there were logs of receiving items from suspicious sounding companies. The logs read ‘MTEL&Co, Shipping company: DD215 – Products: Tech stuff’. It was vague and suspicious, so Tess focused on this stuff.
For the next fifteen minutes, Tess buries herself into reading and noting anything she deemed important from the manifests. But only about halfway through reading the manifest, there’s a knock on the door of the office, breaking Tess out of her concentration much to her dismay. She looks up from the papers to see Miguel shrug and move to open the door. A large Caucasian man and Jim behind him are standing at the door.
“Mr. Garcia, we have a little problem.” The white man informs Miguel. The man is dressed in a black shirt, black pants, and black non-slip shoes, with an emblem of a badge printed on his chest. Tess assumed that the man was a security officer of the store.
“Ms. Lauren, may I introduce my head security guard, Greg Stultz. Mr. Stultz, Ms. Lauren. Now Greg, what is it you wanted to tell me?” Miguel quickly introduces the two, then probes about the issue.
“There’s been a theft in the store. One of the display cameras is missing.” Greg tells Miguel. At this, Tess’s ears perk up. She had an idea of where this was going. She was set up.
‘Fuck. Shit. How could I be so stupid! That fucking simp Jim is probably in on it too.’ Tess can feel her heartbeat getting faster and faster as the Miguel and Greg continue to talk. She glares daggers at Jim.
“Sir…It was a uh… the same camera that Ms. Lauren was looking at…” Jim adds, stuttering through it all.
“So naturally we looked through her bag and…” Greg stops for effect, holds up Tess’s bag and like a magician, pulls out the camera.
“Ah I see…That makes thing a little complicated yes.” Miguel says, looking back at the girl sitting in the chair.
“Hey! Mr. Garcia, I don’t know how that camera got in there! But I swear, I didn’t try to steal that camera! That would be so stupid! I came here for a story, not a camera!” Tess pleads her innocence. Miguel has the two men come into the room and closes the door, locking it. A shiver of fear runs down Tess’s spine at the sound of the click.
“I’m sorry Ms. Lauren, but it’s the word of two my trusted employees against a young lady I only met today, however nice she may be.” Miguel says much to Tess’s chagrin.
‘Augh…Even without my power belt I bet I could still just crush these guys!’ Tess contemplates, but she reasons against doing anything too rash. She needed to remain incognito, she couldn’t risk giving away her secret identity, as frustrating as the situation was getting.
“Well, you have no right to keep me here.” Tess states,
“Actually I do. The security company we use is partnered with the city’s police department and has an agreement on probable cause, they have the right to detain suspects until the police arrive.” Miguel informs the girl.
“Please. I’ll drop the story.” Tess lies, knowing they’ll probably confiscate the notebook if they did let her go, but she had seen and memorized enough from what she saw.
“It’s not about the story. It’s simple, you tried to steal from my store, and there are consequences for that.” Miguel replies very matter of fact, waving his security guard, Greg over.
Shit…This is bad! Tess thinks, seeing the glint of handcuffs on the side of Greg’s belt. He grabs them as he walks over.
“Hey, that isn’t necessary!” Tess whines.
“It’s just standard practice. This way we can just transfer you over to the police.” Greg says, holding out the cuffs for the girl to put her wrists in. Tess fought every urge telling her to just beat the men and leave, she knew she couldn’t blow her cover this early in the investigation.
Glaring dagger at the security guard, Tess puts her petite wrists in the hand-cuffs, wincing at the sound of them clicking and the cold metal biting into her skin. She was helpless now. Without her belt she couldn’t break out of the steel hand-cuffs.
The sight of Tess dressed in her pencil skirt and tight blouse and now hand-cuffed was quite the image for the men to see. She was glaring daggers at all of them, but their cocks were all filling with blood at the sight of her. There is a moment of silence before Miguel says what’s on everyone’s mind.
“Of course.” Miguel begins, “There is another way we may be able to work something out.”
“Oh yeah?” Tess probes despite being disgusted, already knowing what he was about to say. She knew she had to play along if she wanted to get out of the office. She could also feel herself getting wetter by the moment, being handcuffed and helpless…She was ashamed of herself but she couldn’t help it.
“You see…My employees and I would be taking a big risk if we let you go…If my boss found out that we didn’t follow protocol and give you to the police, he would be very mad.” Miguel continues, “He would probably fire us…But you’re such a pretty girl… I’m sure we can work something out.”
The three men’s cocks were growing rock hard with that simp Jim already rubbing his cock through his pants.
“No…We don’t need to involve the police…. I’m sure we can work something out Mr. Garcia…” Tess says in a sultry voice, playing along as well as she could despite burning with humiliation and frustration. One part of her just wanted to break out of the cuffs and beat the men senseless while another part of her wanted the men to just take her and fuck her senseless.
“I’m glad, Miss Lauren.” Miguel says, unzipping his pants and sliding his briefs down, allowing his rock hard, thick, 8 inch cock to pop out. Tess’s eyes widen at the sight of it. “Now please Miss Lauren, show me why we shouldn’t involve the cops.”
Tess hesitates for a little before getting to her knees from the chair and crawling over with her hands cuffed in front of her a short distance. She thought the crawling would get her some extra points with the men, and it also felt so hot to her to do. She couldn’t believe what was happening and what she was doing. Despite the situation, Tess was soaking wet and horny. It was taking a lot of willpower for her not to break out of the cuffs and beat the men senseless or to bend over and beg them to fuck her.
I can’t believe I’m doing this! She laments as she grabs Miguel’s cock in her hands and gently strokes it, lightly teasing the tip of his cock with her thumb as she brings her mouth to it, licking her lips.
“Ahh-naammgmmmm” She moans as she wraps her lips around his tip of his cock, slowly taking more and more of it into her mouth.
“Aaghh…ohmylord…ahhh” Miguel mutters and shudders in pleasure as the girl plays with his balls in her hand while she sucks his cock,
“Graamanagrph…” She gags as she reaches her limit, having taken about 7 inches of Miguels cock down her mouth and throat. She begins to tear up, running her tongue across his cock as she pulls back then delicately sucks on the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue around it before going back down.
Tess wanted so badly to touch herself, but she knew she couldn’t. It would encourage the men to go even further with her and she really didn’t want that nor did she have the time for that. She was trying to work as fast as she could.
“Oh…ohhh…that’s a good girl! F-fuck!” Miguel gasps as Tess licks his cock up and down, and then his balls before sucking on the tip of his cock again and working her way back down his shaft. She does this a few times and it doesn’t take long for her to feel his cock begin to pulsate in her mouth as she sucks. “Ohhh! I’m cumming! Yesss! Takee it! Swallow it!’ Miguel exclaims and like a good little slut Tess felt herself being, she kept sucking.
“Gaaamgrph!” She gags as her throat and mouth fill with the Latino’s cum, but she swallows like she’s told, not letting but a little spittle spill out from her mouth and down her chin. She gives the manager’s cock one last suck before pulling off, looking at him in the eyes then sticking her tongue out to show him that she did indeed swallow.
“Ayy…That was…a good reason not to involve the police…” Miguel says as he stumbles back against the wall behind him then fumbles around getting his briefs and pants back up.
“So can I go now?” Tess asks, annoyed and disgusted by the manager and herself.
“Not yet sexy…You have to show me now why I shouldn’t involve the police.” The security guard, Greg, says, his cock already out and rock hard. Despite the guard’s size, his cock was a little bit smaller than Miguel’s though a little thicker..
“That wasn’t the deal!” Tess retorts angrily
“Listen bitch! I just saw you give the meanest head I’ve ever seen a slut give. You suck my cock, or I’ll call the fucking cops right now, and I’ll post this sexy fucking video of you sucking cock.” Greg threatens, showing her the screen of his phone playing a video of her sucking Miguel’s cock. Tess eyes widen, a rush of anger crashing over her. She grits her teeth hard, fighting every urge to fly up and choke the man’s life out of him. Patience prevails though and she remains on her knees, awestruck at the video the security guard had the gall to take.
Shit! Shit Shit! Okay whaever… It’s just another cock…aughhh… I’ll probably have to suck that simp’s cock too, though he might just cum from touching himself… Tess calms herself and rationalizes.
“Okay…fine…just..please don’t post that video…” Tess pleads as she shifts over to face the security guards hard white cock.
Augh disgusting! It smells! She thinks, smelling his sweaty balls, the guard having been standing in the sun most of the day. Greg smiles as he watches her face contort slightly as she approaches his cock.
“Ohhh yeahh!” He exclaims as Tess grips his cock in her soft hands and strokes it a little, working up the courage to take it in her mouth. “Come on slut! Hurry up!” He rushes her. He grins when she opens her mouth, her lips meeting the tip of his cock.
“GRAAAMRGPH!” Tess gags hard as Greg grabs her head and forcefully pulls her down, forcing his thick 7 inch cock into her mouth and down her throat, “Graaamgrpah!” She gags, struggling to breathe, choking on the cock. Greg smiles sadistically, watching the girl squirm for air, keeping her nose against his pubes. Tess begins to tear up, tears streaming down her face, causing her mascara to run too. This gets Greg even harder.
Tess is getting hotter and hotter despite wanting to bite the man’s cock off and choke him with it, she couldn’t help but feel more and more aroused as the man face-fucked her.
“Ohhh yeahh! Take it! Choke on it bitch!” Greg taunts, pulling her up but not quite off his cock, letting her breathe a little before slamming his cock back down her throat,
“GraammgrHh!” Tess gags and chokes as the sadistic guard repeats this over and over again, until his cock begins to throb and pulsate then immediately cumming a huge load down the helpless girl’s throat, filling it up and her mouth, choking her on his cum.”Blaaccagrhh—blargrchh!” Tess coughs, keeled over, cum and spit dripping out of her mouth having been unable to swallow it all .
“Pathetic!” Greg comments as he zips his pants back up. Almost on cue, Jim walks over to the girl who was still recovering from Greg’s face-fucking.
Augh…I am going to have to suck this simp’s cock too… She realizes as she see’s his feet while looking at the ground, keeled over, trying to regain her composure and breath. Tess looks up only for her face to meet Jim’s cock slap her in the face,
“You gotta show me too…uh…why we shouldn’t involve the cops…” Jim says awkwardly, his hard cock flailing about smacking Tess in the face,
“Augh…fine….” Tess says somewhat defeated, though she was somewhat right in her prediction of Jim…The young man had touched himself so much while watching her get face-fucked and used, that his cock was already throbbing and ready to cum.
Tess cups his balls with her hands, and her lips barely touch the tip of Jim’s cock before he explodes.
“Ah! You bastard!” Tess cries out angrily, closing her eyes as strings of cum land on her face. By the time Jim finishes cumming, Tess’s face is caked in a decently thick layer of cum. She can feel the cum drip down her face.
The men don’t do anything to help her clean up, instead they watch in awe as cum and her tears drip down her mascara stained face. Greg was filming the entire time. Jim and Miguel taking pictures. Tess waits for the cum to stop dripping and dry a little before doing or saying anything, filled and paralyzed with humiliation and anger. She was also filled with a deep perverted arousal…
“Can I please go now…” She asks, opening her right eye not caked in cum, looking up at the snickering men. She is seething in anger and wanted to kill these men on the spot, knowing full well that she could.
“Of course. You showed us a very good reason not to call the cops.” Miguel says, waving Greg over to unlock her cuffs. Tess rubs her delicate wrists after the cuffs come off.
“Bathroom?” Tess asks fighting back the vitriol in her voice as she stands up.
“Down the hall.” Miguel tells her. Tess is about to grab her notebook but Miguel snatches it off the desk, “Sorry Miss Lauren, but that wasn’t part of the deal.”
Tess doesn’t say anything, not wanting to be there a second longer, makes her way out of the office.
“Ah!” She yelps as Greg spanks on the ass on the way out,
“Be seeing you!”
He’s fucking dead. Tess muses, walking down the hall fast, her hands up and head down to cover her cum-covered face and shame. She finds the private female bathroom, and it’s luckily unoccupied. She opens it, locks the door, and looks at herself in the mirror. A part of her wants to cry from the sight she sees, her hair a mess with some cum in it and her mascara stained face covered in drying cum, but another part of her wants to touch herself so badly.
I can’t believe I’m going to do this… She thinks to herself, biting her lip , watching herself as if taken over by some perverted demon, moving her right hand over to her crotch. She lifts her skirt up, pulls down her pantyhose and panties, and begins to touch herself.
“Ahh…” She let’s out, but quickly hushes herself as she didn’t want anyone to hear what was happening. Tess continues to massage her enlarged clit from having been so turned on for so long. It doesn’t take long for her to make herself cum, her breathing erratic, biting her lips harder and harder to stop herself from moaning out loud. “Ahhh…” a moan slips out as she cums hard.
After her little session in the bathroom, Tess makes her way out of the store as quickly as she can.
Disgusted with herself but also somewhat proud of herself for being able to get the information she needed, Tess walks out of the store. She walks to a nearby convenience store, buys a small bottle of mouthwash, and gives herself a few mouth rinses
‘Aughh….I can’t believe I had to do that…But at least I got what I needed…’ Tess laments, stepping outside the store and ordering a taxi to take her home. Much to Tess’s delight and relief, the taxi doesn’t take long.
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