by Liz Thomas
“I would never make fun of you—“
Cassilia immediately regretted not locking the door as Ashlynn strode in, Michelle in tow. Michelle immediately sneered when she saw Cassilia and Matt.
“Since when do you hang out with rats?” Michelle snarled, approaching and wrapping her arms around Matt and glaring at Cassilia. “Now I know where to find you.”
“Please just leave me alone.” Cassilia said, a hint of anger in her voice.
Michelle pulled away from Matt and took a threatening step towards Cassilia. “I’m sorry, what did you say to me?”
Cody stepped in between the two of them and glowered down at Michelle. “She said leave her alone.” He demanded.
Michelle looked at him strangely. “Are you kidding? What do you care?”
“She’s not bothering you. Back off.”
Ashlynn stood silent by the door, hands folded. Michelle smirked as though Cody was beneath her, and tugged at Matt’s arm, turning to Ashlynn.
“Come on. Let’s you and I show him a good time.”
Ashlynn suddenly felt flush. She shot a quick glance to Cassilia, who looked as though she felt sorry for her. “You mean…like a threesome?”
“Yeah!” Michelle grinned, “Come on, I know you must’ve had a few in Europe!”
Ashlynn had, and she’d sworn she’d never do it again.
“I…I don’t wanna have a threesome.” Ashlynn said softly.
“Well, then, what good are you?” Michelle snapped.
As dejection set into the other girl’s face, Matt looked down at Michelle. “Hey, Micky, that’s not necessary. I’ve never been into the whole threesome thing.”
She glared up to him and said, “Yeah, that’s cause you’ve never had it done right.”
Michelle turned back to the Ashlynn. “You look like a fake Barbie anyway. Beat it.”
Immediately shaken, Ashlynn turned and stormed off. Michelle led the stunned Matt away, determined to take his mind from the issue.
“Do you want it, Matt?”
He lay on his back, his stomach rising and falling as his breaths came quickly. “Yes…” He gasped. Michelle smiled, slowly undoing the spaghetti strap of her Christmas-themed, transparent nightgown. The massive man lay naked before him, his number erect, upright, and throbbing. Matt was sweating profusely, red-faced from the relentless teasing Michelle had put him through. Truthfully, after having his cock in her mouth and just barely inside her, she was pretty wound up too, but do admit so aloud would relinquish the power.
Instead, smiling widely and struggling to keep her composure, she crawled onto the bed slowly, brushing the inside of her leg against his and delighting in the goosebumps that erupted across his body. She first gathered up his cock in her right hand, encircling it between her index finger and thumb and stroking up and down gently. Matt moaned in response, his breathing becoming erratic. “You like that, don’t you?”
Matt nodded quickly as she squeezed. He moaned as she lowered her head to the head of his cock and teased it with the tip of her tongue. “Do you want it, Matt?”
“Yes, yes, please…”
This next part was crucial. She already knew the answer to the question before she asked and the thought made her bile rise, but sacrifices were necessary for the greater good. “Do you want to cum in my mouth, Matt?”
He nodded so quickly that he looked like a cartoon character. “Yes, yes, yes, please…”
She gulped quickly in a subtle motion and nodded. “I’ll swallow all of it for you, Matt, but then, I need you to do something for me.”
“Okay, okay, sure, whatever you want.” Her motions were coming quicker and with slightly more force as she intensified her masturbation of him. She’d been with him a long time and knew exactly what he wanted, how running her fingers down the underside of his cock brought him right to the edge.
Still, she wanted to have some fun, and he was just too hard to waste.
She mounted him, spreading her legs and sitting on her knees as she guided his cock into her. She was still amazed at how good it felt, how easily it slid into her, and she gasped as she sat down, taking the cock all the way into her. Matt tensed up, his muscles flexing.
Michelle released an involuntary moan as she arched her hips, taking his cock halfway out of her and then slamming it back in. She repeated the motion twice more before surrendering the precious control and leaning back, placing her hands between Matt’s legs and laying her head back as she rocked back and forth on top of him. His hands ran up her legs before finding her rear and then grabbing as though he owned it. Eyes closed, lost in the moment, Michelle smiled. Matt had always been so gentle before, it was a turnoff. Now she could feel him working beneath her, thrusting into her with in rhythm and holding her ass firmly in place so he could have her way with her, it was exhilarating.
She was about to cum herself when Matt began to shake. “Micky, I’m cum…”
Michelle glowered down at him and was grateful he couldn’t see her, she was so angry with him. He never could go the distance.
Sacrifices must be made!
She hopped off of him and dove. By the time she got there, he was already screaming. It had already started.
She took the first shot on her lips before wrapping her mouth around his cock and stroking with her hands. She sucked and held her breath as Matt quaked, firing his great load down her throat. She took it all, and then stroked his cock a few more times to get the last of it out.
It tastes like shit…
She put on a façade. She opened her eyes, smiling up at him hungrily as she ran her tongue along the head of his softening cock. He looked down at her and laughed. “Thanks, baby.” He sighed, letting his head fall back against the pillow.
“Anytime, big guy.” She purred. She sidled up next to him, choosing her words and tone of voice carefully as she swallowed one more time for effect, and began running her hand up and down his chest. “Baby, there’s something I need you to do for me?”
He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her on top of her head. “Sure, baby, anything.”
“Well, here’s the thing.” She rose up and laid her chin atop his chest to look him in the eye, “I’m gonna ask you to do something…bad.”
Matt looked at her curiously, “Like what? Is someone messing with you?”
Michelle smiled and seized her advantage. “Yes, someone is, and I’ve asked them to stop, but they’re not listening to me and I need you to do something about it.”
Matt’s face darkened. “Yeah, sure, no problem. Who is it?”
“Well, that’s the thing.” Michelle continued cautiously. “It’s a girl.”
“A girl?!” Matt laughed, “And this isn’t something you can handle yourself? Didn’t you spend time in a—”
Michelle held up a hand and nodded quickly. “Yeah, yeah, I did, and I don’t wanna talk about it.”
Matt rubbed her back, bringing her head back to his chest and kissing the top of her head. “Okay, baby. I didn’t mean to make you relive it. I’m just saying…a girl? Can’t you get your friends to do this? I don’t really wanna beat up a girl…”
“I know…baby, I know…” Michelle replied, trying not to show how desperate she was becoming, “But it’s because I’ve…been where I’ve been that I can’t do anything. Neither can my friends cause it would come right back to us.”
She looked up at Matt. “No one has to know it’s you, and you don’t even have to hurt her that bad. Just…scare her into leaving town.”
Matt scowled. “Who are we talking about?”
“Her name’s Cassilia.”
Matt was still. Then he looked down at her quizzically. When she returned his look and he saw she was serious, he laughed so hard that it was offensive. Michelle frowned as she pushed herself off of him. “What the hell is so funny?!” She snarled.
Matt placed his hands behind his head. “Cassilia?! Are you kidding? Cassilia is messing with you and you want me to hurt her?
”
“Yes! What’s so hard about that?”
Still laughing, Matt sat up and tried to bring Michelle back to him, but she wrested away angrily and held her arms across her chest protectively. “Oh, come on, baby!” Matt persisted, “Cassilia’s harmless! What could she possibly do to you?”
“She’s in my way, you fat tub of cheese!” Michelle snarled, turning blazing eyes back to Matt, “And she needs to go. That’s all you need to know.”
A grey cloud seemed to descend on Matt’s face and Michelle realized she’d blown it, but she didn’t care. She was tired of the façade and tired of having to touch this thing to get what she wanted.
He watched, dejected as she threw herself from the bed and scampered to retrieve her nightgown. “I can’t believe this.” She seethed, “I ask you to do one little thing and you can’t even do that. Worthless piece of new-money trash.”
“I’m worthless?” Matt growled in an ominous, foreboding tone. It was enough to strike terror into her, and she rose slowly, turning back to see that he had sat up. His eyes were wide, blank, and bloodshot.
It dawned on her that if he charged, he could do whatever she wanted before she could summon help. “Let me tell you something, you skinny bitch.” Matt growled. Michelle’s mouth fell open. He’d never spoken to her like this before. “I love…” He threw up a hand and laughed morbidly, shaking his head as his eyes welled up. “…loved you, but you don’t even know what the hell that means, do you? You never gave a damn about me, did you?”
Michelle cocked her head to the side and smiled. “Matt, you know I—”
He pounded the bed so hard that the room shook. “STOP!!!! LYING!!!”
She jumped backwards, horrified. “Just tell me the truth, for once!”
“No.” Michelle shook her head, her face ashen, “Of course I never did. Not from day one. Who could? Look at you. You’re fat as hell, but you’re good for manual labor like the people daddy hires. I used you to get what I wanted.”
She cocked her head and shrugged nonchalantly, “But don’t act like you never enjoyed it either.”
When Matt charged from the bed, Michelle was ready for whatever might come. He didn’t attack her. He scooped up his clothes and got dressed quickly. “Yeah, well, silly me.” He snarled, chastising himself, “I thought you were better than that.”
“Same to you.”
Matt looked up at her. For a moment, the two held an uneasy silence. “I’m not doing your dirty work, Michelle.” He declared. He waited and then pointed at her. “Cassilia’s not like you, or anyone else here. She’s a good person. If you or anyone else try to hurt you, I’ll make sure they pay for it.”
Michelle smiled coldly.
“And then I’ll come for you.”
This time it was Michelle who laughed uncontrollably. “Get out of my house, you fat oaf.”
“You touch Cassilia and I’ll kill you.” Matt hissed.
Michelle stopped laughing as she realized he was serious. “You, or one of your little pinheaded friends so much as glances in Cassilia’s direction and I will kill you.”
Michelle said nothing.
Matt quickly dressed himself and dashed from the room.
Moments later, he was throwing on his jacket as he headed towards his car. He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and in a panicked frenzy, he began to simultaneously text Cody and Cassilia. They had to be warned.
As he reached the driver’s side door of his car, he looked up and saw Michelle watching him from her bedroom window. She took a phone away from her ear and closed it.
Something hard and metal crashed into the back of his knee. He screamed as he fell, banging his head against the car.
A second blow crashed into his back. He nearly threw up from the impact.
The third blow struck him in the back of the head, and moments later, he was unconscious.
He did not feel the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh blows.
The following day, Cody found himself at a small bistro on the west side of town. It was a testament to what one could achieve in Black Eagle’s oppressive environment. The shop had been run by the same family for three generations and resisted all efforts to be merged into one of city’s larger corporations. They had been pushed all the way to the west side, but they still thrived, despite ridiculous rent costs. A number of kindhearted residents had offered to purchase their land, no strings attached, but all offers had been politely refused. The family was determined to survive on its own at all costs.
It was the effort that went into maintaining this place that drew Cody and so many others. He thought he’d be comfortable here, but then again, he thought he would’ve been better prepared for what was to come. He wasn’t.
Chelsea, the pretty young waitress who had worked there as long as he could remember, had asked if he was okay after he ordered his fourth cup of coffee in twenty minutes. The caffeine overdose was becoming hard to mask. Cody had a hard time blinking, his heart felt like it was about to explode out of his chest, and his hands were shaking, although he couldn’t tell if that was from nervousness or not. He told Chelsea she was fine, and after lingering a moment longer, she went to retrieve his coffee. He imagined that she would sneak him a decaf this time around.
He wondered why he hadn’t heard from Matt.
As Chelsea brought him his coffee, Alyssa’s limousine approached, and Cody took a deep breath, rising from his table. Chelsea, long familiar with Alyssa’s demeanor, quickly vanished.
Cody took a last look around as her driver, a tall, well-built and proper man, exited from the driver’s side of the car and sped around to the rear door. Cody had chosen their meeting—their last meeting, God willing—at the peak of lunch traffic. Alyssa had always been leery of making a scene in public. She still had a name to protect.
Alyssa smiled happily at him as her driver opened her door, and she exited the vehicle. The driver then closed the door and stood dutifully beside the door, hands folded just below his midsection. Alyssa entered the outdoor area of the bistro through the waist-high open gate and strolled up to Cody.
He braced himself as she took hold of the back of his neck. “Hey, lover.” She hummed as she pressed him close to her and drove her tongue into his mouth.
Cody immediately felt guilty as he kissed her. It wasn’t like he was cheating on Cassilia. They hadn’t formally declared themselves in a relationship, but still, Cody felt like they shouldn’t have been doing this.
Alyssa pulled away and frowned, looking around at the establishment as though it was something she’d stepped in. “Why’d you wanna meet here, lover?” She asked scornfully, “I hate this place.”
“Well,” Cody attempted, “This won’t take long.”
He pulled out her chair. She smiled seductively at him, pressing her rear against his genitals and grinding as she ran her hand along the side of his face. “Wow, aren’t we eager to get off.” She whispered, “Gus can stand watch and I can take you in my mouth again right now if you want.”
Hell no.
Cody laughed. “Yeah, right.” He did his best not to sound angry. “Come on, we should talk first.”
“Okay.” Alyssa replied, confused, “But since when do we ever talk?”
“Since right now.” Cody replied immediately, taking his seat across from her. “I need to tell you something.”
“Hmph.” Alyssa pouted, “If I had known you wanted to talk, I would’ve worn underwear—”
“It’s over, Alyssa.” Cody was surprised by how quickly and easily the words came.
Her face immediately went dark, her smile vanishing. Cody felt a cold pit open in his stomach as his mouth went dry. “What did you just say to me?” Alyssa asked, her voice cracking as she spoke sadly, angrily.
Cody shook his head and did his best to be diplomatic. “It’s over.” He reiterated, more calmly this time. “I can’t see you anymore.”
Alyssa shuddered. She lowered her head and wiped her eye before sn
ickering coldly, “Cody…” She began, “…what makes you think you have a choice?”
Cody had been ready for this. “I have a choice, Alyssa.” He shot back, “I have plenty of choices. I can live the rest of my life in poverty and obscurity. I can run from you and your dad for the rest of my life. I will take either alternative, rather than spend one more moment with you.”
Cody felt the eyes of her driver burrow into him. Cody turned, pointing at him. “And if you come at me, Adolf, you better get me with the first shot.”
The driver said nothing, merely staring at him with black eyes.
None of the patrons seemed to mind Cody’s outburst, carrying on about their business, although their conversations were softer. Cody was surprised to see Alyssa stunned to silence. No one had ever called her out like that before.
For a moment, it felt like he had the upper hand.
Then she smiled, her face pale, ghostly, and eerie. “Oh, Cody.” The words sounded strange. Her head slowly listed to the side, “Poor, poor Cody. Do you think I don’t know what this is about?”
Cody said nothing.
“You’re mine, Cody.” Alyssa stated matter-of-factly, “And I’m willing to loan you out to the occasional rat as long as you never forget your place. You belong to me, and no one else. You seem to have forgotten that.”
Cody reared back, horrified. Realizing she’d regained the upper hand, Alyssa leaned forward and folded her hands. “And since you’re willing to withstand anything my father and I can throw at you, it would appear some pest control is in order.”
“You touch her and I’ll kill you.” Cody pointed at her as he hissed, glancing around to ensure that no one had heard him.
“Oh, Cody.” Alyssa said in a comforting tone. When she took Cody’s hand in her own, he pulled it away, “All you had to do was see your little friend in secret and I never would’ve cared. Do you think I don’t have outside interests? It’s fine to have your little hobbies but don’t forget where you live.”
The revelation stunned him. Then, he realized he shouldn’t have been all that surprised.