He buried his hands in her hair, fingers clawing her scalp. His mouth formed a big O as he pumped his cock in and out of her. He seemed to love the way her teeth grazed at his granite-hard shaft, and the way her throat enveloped his raging erection although truthfully, her mouth was insufficient to accommodate his size. Kelly’s body was petite and Andrew was just…big.
Nicolla gasped for breath when Andrew pulled his cock out of her mouth. Her saliva dribbled from her chin like the silken threads of a spider. “I can take y—”
Andrew silenced her with his mouth, assaulting her with a greedy kiss. He pushed her flat on the kitchen floor, hands groping her thighs. Nicolla moistened as he yanked her panties down. He broke the kiss. “Sorry, liebchen, but I want to fuck you properly. It’s been too damn long…”
“Ooh, I won’t complain.”
“Good.” Andrew seized her hips and positioned himself at her entrance. He felt hot, intrusive, but very welcomed. She sighed the moment they made contact. Jolts of high voltage electricity surged through her veins, pumping pure endorphins. Her inner cat got excited. Her pussy clenched, contracting hungrily. He thrust in, forcefully pushing his tip into her tight cunt.
Nicolla yelped, a burst of pain striking her like a lightning bolt. She grabbed his shoulders, clinging to him as Andrew fiercely drove his cock into her channel. Fuck. Nicolla gasped, semi-dazed, wondering if Andrew had ever properly deflowered his wife. Judging from the tightness of her sex, she was sure he hadn’t fucked his wife that often.
His face contorted in enraged ecstasy. It seemed like he savoured the way her pussy was clasping his raging shaft. Then he looked semi-panicked when he saw tears streaming down her cheeks. “Liebchen, are you all right?”
“I love it, love your cock.” Nicolla squeezed her muscles around his erection. Andrew jerked. “Fuck me hard, Daddy Bear.”
“Oh, shit,” he murmured. Andrew slammed hard into her cunt with longing. Followed by another one. And another.
White sparks danced before her eyes. Her throat was taut from an impending scream. Her pussy felt like it had been swallowed by fire. “God, Andi, why haven’t you fucked me like this lately? Harder. Give me harder.”
“Shit.” Andrew grimaced between his relentless pounds. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I need you to hurt me,” Nicolla yowled back. “Dominate me. Use me as you please.” She screamed as Andrew pummelled deep into her, forcing the whole erection into her inadequate cunt. “Fuck. Just like that. God, I love it. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”
He’d barely moved a few strokes when a climax took her by surprise. She muffled her scream by biting his shoulder, tasting the linen of his shirt and the faint scent of his cologne. Her body shook—her pussy gripped his shaft as waves of pleasure surged through her system. She sobbed, dazed and amazed from the impact. She didn’t think her climax was usually so intense…
He had stopped moving, watching her with awe. “You came,” he mumbled. “You’ve never…”
“More. Please? Just one more? Fuck me until you come. Please?”
Andrew hissed, baring his teeth. He lunged, all six-foot-three of solid muscle over her delicate body, pinning her, nailing his cock into her cunt with insane greed, over and over until every nerve in her system shrieked the same song of pure ecstasy. Nicolla panted, crying, urging him to take her harder. She loved the way he fucked, and by all means, he knew how to fuck. Each of his battering slams brought her closer to another climax. “Yes, just like that,” she urged in breathless gasps. “Give it to me. All of it. Come inside me, baby, please.”
Andrew pistoned harder and faster, fucking her cunt to the point the sound of their meeting flesh was louder than the cadence of her cries and unsated growls. “Yes, yes. Harder. Andi, please…” Nicolla let out a shriek as she climaxed and her pussy contracted. Every neuron in her brain felt like it had been short-circuited. Her ears rang. Her heart wanted to burst from her rib cage, and nothing but brilliant lights of pleasure bathed her being, trapped in a never-ending bliss for a long moment. She was dimly aware when Andi lunged into her one more time, delivering the final thrust hard enough to bruise her cervix before he finally surrendered. His body jerked, eyes closed as he spurted, deeply, flooding her cunt with his seed.
She would have collapsed if she hadn’t been lying on her back already, but it felt like she was collapsing when the last tide of pleasure ebbed away. God, that was incredible. Andrew captured her mouth with his, kissing her open-mouthed. Nicolla kissed him back, loving every bit of affection he gave her. He wasn’t an ice king anymore. He was a sex-deprived man starving for love, and she loved giving him what he needed. “You’re amazing,” Nicolla whispered the moment he broke the kiss. “Are you always energetic like this in bed?”
Andrew laughed. “Not really. You never liked sex, liebchen.”
“You’re fucking kidding me?”
“You never had a potty mouth either. I don’t know what’s happened to you, but, honey, I love the new you.”
Nicolla purred. She buried her face in the curve of his throat, thinking she had some explaining to do when she saw Kelly the next time. She had a hunch Kelly wouldn’t be happy about it.
Chapter Six
Nicolla had experienced some strange shit in her lifetime from experimenting with drugs, but nothing beat the absurdity of seeing her own reflection outside the mirror. She guessed Kelly felt the same way too, but she was doing a good job at hiding it. They were at the patio of Café Columbia, having lunch. Kelly had called Nicolla in the morning after Andrew had left for work. Ms Prissy had insisted they should meet. In the flesh. She’d told Nicolla they had matters they needed to discuss face-to-face. But Nicolla strongly suspected that maybe Kelly wanted to strangle her in person because she’d blown the confirmation interview. She was surprised when Kelly jumped straight into another subject.
“How well do you know Harry Strickland?”
“Well enough to know he’s the biggest jackass in the world. Why do you ask?”
Kelly frowned. “This morning, Strickland berated me in front of the whole studio because I couldn’t do the scene.”
“Somehow, this doesn’t surprise me.”
Kelly ignored her digs. “So I ran a background check on him—”
“Strickland humiliated you and all you did was run a background check? Girl, you should throw a shoe at him, that’s what I always did when he pissed me off.”
“That’s so juvenile,” Kelly chastised. “If you want to get even with somebody, you have to find out all of his weaknesses before you take any action against him. Know thy enemy.”
Nicolla snorted. “I know him well enough. If I was given a choice, I prefer not to know him at all.”
Kelly stared at her, dead serious. “It wasn’t easy to dig his dirt, but it was well worth it. Do you know sixty per cent of Strickland’s investors are phantom corporations from Andes Island?”
“And I must worry because…”
“Andes is famous for banking anonymity, Nick. It’s a safe haven for money launderers to hide their assets.”
“I still don’t get your point.”
“Listen.” Kelly leaned on the table, her voice lowered into a whisper. “If Strickland’s investors are phantom corporations, companies that only exist on paper, I have a hunch Strickland uses True Blue Studio as a façade for an illegal operation. My guess is he’s involved in a money laundering operation.”
Nicolla stared back blankly. “Is that bad?”
“Hell, yeah, that’s bad!” Kelly slammed her fist on the table. “Seventy percent of True Blue earnings are made from your films. I tell you, your movies are great successes, but not successful enough to accumulate Strickland’s reported sales figures. Your boss is using you to cover up his illegal activity.”
“That’s old news.”
“Don’t you worry?”
“About what?”
“If Strickland gets busted, you’re going down with him.”
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br /> “Quite obvious, don’t you think?”
“You don’t understand. Somehow, Strickland had listed you as his partner on some of his ventures. The partner that made all the decisions. If he got indicted, you could be the one who takes the fall. You could go to jail.”
“But I didn’t know anything, let alone make any decisions.”
“He’s sly. He had this very complicated R-corporation structure set up that protects him from taking any liability should his scheme fall apart. He’d set a scapegoat, and that scapegoat is you, Nick.”
“No way. Son of a bitch.”
“Did you read your contract when you signed it?”
“Not really.”
Kelly glared.
“I needed the money, okay? When I first started out as an actress, he loaned me money so I could pay off my mom’s medical bills. When my mom died, my loan had quadrupled to the point I couldn’t keep up with the payments anymore. Then Harry offered me a deal—he’d forgive my loan if I signed a contract working for him for twenty-five years. I did. And when my movies became a success, and he turned into an overbearing jerk, I tried to have the contract terminated. But nobody can help me. The lawyers I’ve contacted said the contract is sealed shut.”
“I read your contract and everybody’s under Strickland’s payroll. It’s pretty tight-lidded. Whoever drafted it knew what they were doing. But in the legal world, if we want to dig deep enough, we can always find loopholes.”
“You’re just humouring me, right?”
Kelly rolled her eyes. “I can get you out of that contract if you want.”
“Now you’re just shitting me.”
“I’m serious. And there’s something else. It’s about Tyler and Gunnar.”
“What about them?”
“They love you very much.”
“I’m fully aware of that.”
“They’re worried about you because lately you’re going into a path of self-destruction. You’re doing drugs, you’re forgetting things. They’re afraid that one of these days, they’ll find you’ve OD’ed.”
“What can I say? I’m trapped. I don’t want to be a porn star anymore. I’m tired and I want to quit. But Harry won’t let me. He’ll never let me go. And now I know the reason why he didn’t want to let me go.”
Kelly went quiet. She looked guilty. “I have another thing to confess. I slept with Tyler. And Gunnar. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that to happen, but they just… They’re so irresistible.”
“So?” Nicolla didn’t get what the fuss was all about.
“Don’t you feel jealous that I slept with your men?”
“Should I? We’re having an open relationship. I slept with Andi last night too.”
“You what?” Kelly’s voice cut the air. People in the café looked in their direction.
“I fucked. Your husband. Last night.”
Kelly jumped out of her seat. “I can’t believe you did this to me! You’re an ignorant bitch.”
“I’m ignorant? You’re the ignorant one. That poor man hasn’t been laid for a long time.”
Kelly’s mouth opened and closed. Without a word, she grabbed her purse and stormed out of the café.
“Fuck me, Freddy,” Nicolla cursed. She fished a handful of credit chips from her bag and shoved them in the hand of a waiter who happened to be standing nearby. Nicolla ran through the door to follow Kelly.
“Wait. I’m sorry!” Nicolla caught her in the parking lot, trying to punch the code locks on her sport Bentley. But Kelly seemed so disturbed—she kept entering the wrong code and the car’s door wouldn’t open. “Kelly, listen, I’m sorry, okay?”
Kelly broke down completely. Her crying made Nicolla feel guilty.
“Look, I didn’t mean to seduce him. It’s just—one thing leads to another, you know? Andrew was lonely, and I knew you guys haven’t done it in months.”
Kelly abandoned her attempt to open the car. She looked so upset she couldn’t control her shifting urge. Most Misfits were prone to their primal instinct when they were terribly upset or angry. Nicolla heard bones creaking, fabric tearing, before Kelly changed right before her eyes. She bit her lip, so she wouldn’t laugh. Kelly looked so stupid in her cat form with part of her blouse dangling from her upper body.
“Damn it!” Kelly swore. Her tail swished.
Nicolla hurriedly punched in the code on her Bentley and yanked the door open. She snatched Kelly’s front paws and shoved her into the car. Romana government had a strict no shifting law for their Misfits citizens while they were out of the District. Kelly could get a citation ticket and spend a night in jail if a policeman spotted her. Nicolla climbed in and slammed the door. Kelly jumped into the back seat and sat gingerly. Her golden eyes shimmered, accusing.
“Look, I know what I did was wrong, but I just couldn’t help it. You two seem to be having a marital problem, and sometimes a problem like that can be solved simply with communication.” Her excuse was lame and she knew it. Nicolla felt like a dick when she uttered the next words. “And sex.”
Kelly swished her tail again.
“I’m sorry, okay? If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, just tell me.”
“You did nothing wrong,” Kelly mumbled in mind-speak. “You’re living a life as me, and this thing is unavoidable.” She lifted her head and shot Nicolla a sheepish look. “I’m sorry, I’m the one who’s being a jerk. This whole ordeal is too much for me to take. I cheated on Andi, with two men. And the worst part is I enjoyed it. I never had that kind of sex in my life. I’m really, really confused right now.”
Nicolla wanted to laugh, but she was wise enough to resist the urge. She could see that Kelly was shaken up. Maybe because she’d lived a shielded life all these years and had never known the cruelty of the world. Kelly hadn’t grown up in the District. She’d never been starved, never been treated as a second-class citizen. Had never used sex as a form of payment, or exchanged favours.
Kelly looked at her. “Did Andi have no clue about us being switched?”
“I don’t think so. Though he was surprised that I was so enthusiastic. And he loved my potty mouth, by the way.”
“No kidding.” Minutes stretched by and Kelly seemed to calm. After she got control of her emotions, she shifted back. She pulled her legs up to cover her nakedness. “Did he enjoy it?”
“I’d say he fell asleep a happy man.”
Kelly looked away, but her smile widened.
“So, what’s your story with Andi?” Nicolla was curious.
“Haven’t you already figured it out? I’m a workaholic. I ignored him and everybody else who wasn’t to do with my work. By the time I wanted to reconnect with him, it was too late. We had drifted apart. Plus, I’m hopeless in bed.”
“That’s silly. Take classes. See a sex therapist.”
“It’s no use. I’m too embarrassed to do…all that kinky stuff.”
“Andi likes kinky sex?”
Kelly’s face flushed. “Well, when we first married, he hinted to me about trying new things to spice up our marriage, but I just couldn’t do it. And after a while, he stopped hinting, and we’ve been vanilla ever since. Then, we stopped having sex all together when I busted my ass for that partnership.”
Nicolla shook her head. “There’s one thing you should know. Men need loving on a regular basis. Otherwise, he’ll be looking for somebody else who can give him what he needs.”
Kelly sighed. “That’s what I’m afraid of. About two weeks ago, I found some flirty messages in his PDA.”
“Your husband is having an affair?”
“No, Andi would never do that. I did some digging and found out that some secretary in his office has a crush on him. She knew we had a snag in our marriage. Andi ignored the woman, but she was quite relentless. I’m just afraid one of these days he’ll cave in and leave me for that woman.”
“Slut, Kelly, slut. We call chicks who try to get our man sluts. You need to broaden your vocabulary a b
it.”
Kelly turned to her abruptly. Fear flashed on her face. “But you can help. You’re good in the sex department, and you know how to deal with men. Make Andi love me again, and I’ll get you out of Strickland’s contract.”
“What about us being switched?”
“One problem at a time. Once we fix these problems, we’ll figure out how to switch back.”
“Deal.”
“Come on, we have work to do.”
Nicolla gave Kelly the once-over. “Yeah. But we must get you some clothes first.”
Chapter Seven
Kelly glanced at her wrist comp, checking out the time before she sashayed into Strickland’s office. She schooled her face to look blank, acting as if she was inebriated. Strickland’s personal assistant, a plump woman named Margie, was about to leave the office for the day. “Wait, wait, wait,” Kelly slurred. “I need to see Harry right now.”
The PA abandoned her attempt to put on her coat. “Miss Evers, Mr Strickland left the office a few hours ago. And you know it. You saw him this afternoon.”
Kelly blinked, pretending Margie was talking to her in a different language. “Really?” She gave a sheepish grin. “I, uhm, left something in his office. I need it now. Very fucking bad.”
Margie rolled her eyes, then drew in a heavy sigh. Kelly had the impression that Nicolla often pulled this stunt. “Very well,” Margie conceded. “I’ll escort you to Mr Strickland’s office. It won’t take long, will it?”
“Nope.”
“Follow me.” Margie put her coat on her desk and padded to Strickland’s private office.
Having lived life as Nicolla Evers for the past couple of days, Kelly had learnt a great deal about Harry J Strickland, the porn mogul. One, Strickland was paranoid about his personal security and the privacy of his office. Two, Strickland hoarded great secrets. He had an inner sanctum in his office where he received and entertained selected business partners. Nicolla had told her that she used to entertain Strickland’s friends in her early days, before her stardom. Strickland would be holed up at his desk, discussing his business while Nicolla did whatever lewd things Strickland asked her to do to keep his guests happy. Kelly felt sure she would find what she was looking for if she could hack Strickland’s data vault.
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