by Jason Luke
Clarissa blinked. “It’s his personal phone,” she said. “He had it in his pocket. He took the photos of me in the penthouse on his private cell.”
“So…?”
“So I’ll call him just before the meeting. The burner phone only has one number programmed into it – his personal number. If he answers, it will mean that he has his phone on him when I meet with him.”
“So?” Edge’s frown deepened.
“So I’ll steal it from out of his pocket,” she said.
“How?”
Clarissa looked embarrassed and ashamed. “My parents died when I was a teenager, and I turned into a wild-child for a few months before my grandfather finally drummed some sense into me. While I was on the streets, I got arrested on a pickpocketing charge.”
“You got caught pickpocketing?”
“Yes. Once. But not the other thousand times I did it,” she smiled.
Clarissa was trembling with nerves and apprehension. Her hand holding the phone shook like she was in the grips of a dreadful fever. Edge sat across the desk from her, and smiled reassuringly.
“Do it,” he said. “Make the call, but remember the plan.”
Clarissa pressed the key to dial the Congressman’s pre-programmed number.
“Hello?”
“It’s me,” Clarissa said softly.
“And…?”
“We did it,” she said.
Congressman Jansing’s voice suddenly became tight with interest. “Edge fucked you?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“In his office.”
“Perfect!” Jansing’s voice leapt with his elation. “Did you get photos?”
“No.” She paused just long enough to sense the Congressman’s malicious glee begin to turn to rage, and then went on. “I got something even better. I recorded it as a video.”
There was a long moment of stunned heavy silence. Clarissa could feel herself sweating. She heard Jansing moving about, as if he were searching for a more secure location from which to speak. When she heard his voice again it was whispered and conspiratorial. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. I recorded everything.”
“Does Edge suspect anything?”
“No.”
Clarissa flicked her eyes across the desk. She wasn’t sure whether Nick Edge could hear the conversation. His face was set in stone. She couldn’t read his expression.
“Where are you now?” Jansing demanded.
“I’m in another room of the house.”
“Where is Edge?”
“He’s still in his office.”
“And you’re sure he doesn’t suspect anything?”
“I’m certain,” Clarissa said. “I hid the phone between some files on his desk.”
There was another long pause. Clarissa licked her lips. Her mouth felt dry. She let out a tremulous little breath and crossed her legs.
“Meet me,” Jansing demanded. “Right now.”
“No,” Clarissa’s voice rose a little in alarm even though she had been prepared for this eventuality before making the call. “It’s too late, and I’m too tired. I’ll meet you tomorrow night.”
Jansing clamped his lips tight. He thought quickly. If he threatened the girl again, she might destroy the evidence. Reluctantly, he decided he could wait twenty-four hours. A day wouldn’t make a difference to Nick Edge’s ultimate demise.
“Fine,” Jansing growled. “Tomorrow night. 8 pm. Meet me in the same alley as last time.”
“The alley?” Clarissa repeated, and flashed a triumphant smile of confirmation to Edge. “Okay. I’ll be there at eight.”
Chapter 15:
Clarissa didn’t arrive for volunteer work the next morning. Instead she caught a cab directly to Edge’s house. In the afternoon they went shopping. Clarissa bought a black wig and a short black skirt.
Edge bought a new phone.
When they arrived back at the big house the sun was warm, and the air was alive with the sounds of birds. Clarissa ventured out onto the back lawns of the property, feeling the lush green grass between her toes as she strolled through the gardens. She was tight with nerves and anxiety. She phoned her grandfather and spoke to him briefly. The old man’s voice was upbeat and carefree – but Clarissa knew him well enough to see through the charade. The weeks of crisis had aged her grandfather and deadened the sound of his voice.
When she ended the call, she saw Edge limping towards her. He had his own phone to his ear, talking quietly as he walked. He hung up just as he reached her.
“You okay?”
“I’m nervous.”
“The waiting before an operation is always the worst part.”
Clarissa nodded. “I thought going for a walk would relax me,” she had the warm sun on her back. The bright light filtered through the stuff of her skirt to highlight the long fine lines of her legs.
Edge nodded. He had a small parcel in his hand.
“I bought this while we were shopping,” he showed her the box.
“What is it?”
“A surprise,” Edge smiled significantly.
“For me?”
“Yes. After you earn it.”
Clarissa raised her eyebrows with mischief. “What have I got to do?”
Edge shook his head. “Not what. It’s more like who you have to do. There are some guys in the games room at the back of the house. They’re playing pool. They’re part of the crew on standby for tonight’s operation. I think you should go inside and thank them for volunteering their time. It will relax them if we need their services… and it will take your mind off all the things you’re worrying about.”
“Is that an order?” Clarissa asked playfully. She slipped both hands behind her back, and the movement forced the perky shape of her breasts against the thin cotton of her blouse so that Edge could see the dark red bumps of her nipples through the fabric. She let her eyes slide calculatingly down Edge’s body, lingering for a long time on his crotch as her mind filled with memories of his cock inside her from the night before.
“Are you still training to be a submissive?” Edge asked back.
“If you’re still willing to teach me, Master.”
Edge took up the unspoken challenge. He slapped her on the bottom and Clarissa laughed flirtatiously. “Then get your ass into the games room and show them what a clever girl you are. There are five guys waiting for you. I expect you to give them an afternoon they will never forget.”
“Are they your men – the same ones Miki and I entertained?”
“No,” Edge said. “They’re strangers to you, but friends to me. You can enjoy yourself completely. If things go to plan with the Congressman later this evening, you’ll never see these guys again.”
The men in the room didn’t act like they had been waiting for her. When Clarissa walked in through the door, they were all standing around playing pool, holding cues in one hand and beer in the other. A couple of the men had cigarettes dangling from the corners of their mouths. There were five of them. They turned in mid-conversation and were rendered mute and numb by her appearance.
Clarissa hesitated for just a moment, and then remembered Edge’s instructions. These men would be covering her ass tonight if the plan they had hatched for the Congressman went to pieces. She sauntered into the room. There was a thin haze of blue smoke swirling through the lights that overhung the pool table. The drapes were drawn across the windows. It was warm and sunny outside, but in here, the air was cool and the room closed off from the world.
As she moved slowly about the room, flaunting herself before each of the strangers, Clarissa deftly unfastened the buttons of her blouse. Losing her virginity to Edge the night before had broken through the final barrier of her confidence. She felt unrestrained. She felt insatiable. Clarissa felt as if all of her submissive training that had lead up to this moment had served to unshackle her from inhibition. This felt like a kind of graduation ceremony without rules or restrictions�
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When Clarissa peeled off her blouse and then her bra, the men exchanged knowing glances. They came forward to surround her. She felt tiny in comparison. The strangers were all tall broad-shouldered and rugged. Clarissa had no doubt that the men had served in the military; they had the same swarthy muscled bodies as the former soldiers who worked directly for Edge.
She leaned against the pool table and unfamiliar hands swarmed over her body. She stood in just her skirt and panties. She watched the men’s faces as they groped her. One hand reached under the hem of her skirt and was rubbing her pussy. The others seemed fascinated by the softness of her skin, and the firmness of her breasts. They tweaked her nipples and ran their fingers across her taut abdomen. The hand beneath her dress tugged at her panties. The lace fell in a pool around her feet, and she kicked them to a corner of the room.
“Look at those nice natural perky titties,” one of the men drooled. His hand was so huge he could capture Clarissa’s entire breast within his palm.
The other men were murmuring their own appreciation. Someone unzipped her skirt and then a man playfully slapped her ass. Clarissa spread her legs and bent over the pool table, clawing her fingers through the soft green felt. The men took turns patting her ass and letting their hands deliberately slip between her legs. Clarissa gnawed on her lip and closed her eyes.
Once again the sheer intoxicating thrill of being the helpless plaything to a group of anonymous and lustful men set her body alight with its own deep desire. Clarissa could feel herself getting wet. Slowly but surely the scents of raw sex mingled with the arid smell of cigarette smoke and sweat.
Between them, the men turned Clarissa around. She was awkwardly balanced with her legs wide apart and her knees slightly bent. One of the guys ran his hand up her thigh and then blatantly swiped his fingers along the cleft of her sex.
“Man, she’s a wet and wild little thing,” he had a New York accent. He held up his fingers. They were glistening with the dew of Clarissa’s arousal. The man sucked the taste of her from his fingers and another guy took his place. Clarissa reached her own hand down between her legs, guiding the nearest guy and showing him what she liked. She was breathing hoarsely. The men gathered around her and watched as she gently teased her clit and dipped the tip of her finger inside her pussy.
They were infinitely gentle and respectful. The man from New York took Clarissa politely by the hands and led her to the center of the floor, like they were genteel dance partners. She dropped to her knees without thought.
She reached for the nearest man and unfastened the button of his jeans. All around her she could hear the other guys peeling off their shirts and kicking off their boots. Clarissa concentrated on the cock in front of her. When she drew the zipper down and reached inside the man’s pants, the cock she took hold of was semi-hard. She pushed the jeans down around the man’s thighs and stroked him a few times in her hand. He hardened quickly.
“Do you like that?” Clarissa whispered the question, looking soulfully into the man’s eyes.
“Hell yeah,” the man grunted. He was the oldest of the group – maybe in his late forties. He had a salt and pepper head of hair and a neatly trimmed moustache.
Clarissa clamped her hand around the base of his shaft and took the rest of him into her mouth.
“Now that’s a well-trained girl right there,” one of the men behind Clarissa said with admiration. “Man, that’s beautiful to watch.”
The guy being slowly sucked reached a hand down and rolled one of Clarissa’s nipples between his fingers. At the same time another man came and stood close beside her. She reached out with her left hand and stroked the new cock. It was already hard.
She was sucking the cock in her mouth playfully; teasing the swollen head with her tongue and concentrating the clamp of her lips over just the first few inches of his shaft. The guy had his eyes closed and was gently swaying on the balls of his feet. Clarissa felt a man press up against her back. He was running his fingers through her long hair. Then he put his hand on the back of her head and forced her mouth deeper onto the cock she was sucking. Clarissa went unresisting. She felt the crown of the man’s shaft brush against the back of her throat. The guy behind her was holding her in place, and she drew breath through her nose while her tongue swirled, and her mouth filled with saliva.
The process was more than she could co-ordinate. The cock in her left hand began to soften. Clarissa had the presence of mind to give it a few strokes of encouragement before the hand at the back of her head finally relented, and she could draw her lips back off the cock that had been all the way down her throat.
She gasped in fresh breath. The guy behind her crouched down onto his haunches and reached his hand between Clarissa’s legs, toying his fingers along the cleft of her ass before finally brushing his touch across the lips of her pussy.
Another of the men ghosted up on her right side. “Pass the slut around,” he grunted.
The guy being sucked took a step back, and began to slowly stroke himself. Clarissa turned herself automatically and swallowed the new cock without hesitating.
Clarissa’s world became a blur of hard cocks. One after another filled her mouth and she sucked them all without ever again lifting her eyes to see the faces of the men who surrounded her. She didn’t want to personalize the experience. She didn’t need any kind of connection with these men. All she wanted was their physicality. Their voices, and the unique features of their cocks became the way she identified them.
The guy from New York was the first to fuck her, pressing Clarissa down onto her hands and knees and taking her from behind. The moment of penetration made Clarissa wince; she still felt gently bruised from Edge’s huge cock. The discomfort lasted for only a moment. Once the man mounting her gripped at her hips and pulled her all the way back onto him, she felt her body take his length snugly. Being impaled drove the breath from her in a whoosh of deep satisfaction. She stayed frozen for a moment – the sensation of being fucked still new and exciting to her – and then she hung her head and her hair fell about her face.
The man was gentle but persistent. He lacked the finesse and care that Edge had shown her as he plunged himself deep inside her time after time. Clarissa could do no more than ride each jolt of his cock. She had her mouth open in a silent moan. One of the men who were standing back and spectating knelt before her and tugged at the long blonde mop of her hair.
Clarissa lifted her face and saw a short, stubby cock. She opened her mouth wider and the man pressed himself onto her tongue.
There was no chance of establishing a rhythm. The guy fucking her was too frantic and too focused on racing towards his own orgasm. Clarissa tried to keep the hard cock in her mouth, but she felt like she was being torn in two directions. The man bucking his hips in front of her face finally sat back and began to stroke himself furiously. Clarissa understood. She locked her eyes on the man’s cock, seeing it swell. It was small by comparison, but unusually thick. The man’s balls drew tight against the base of his shaft and then he erupted in a groan and a rush. At the instant he realized his orgasm was inevitable, the man leaned forward to force himself back between Clarissa’s lips. Her mouth was wide open, but the man never made it. His hot cum splashed against her face and dribbled down her chin. A small puddle formed on the floor.
The man reeled away, gasping for breath, and the guy fucking Clarissa let out his own warning growl. He groped for one of Clarissa’s breasts, his body covering hers while his hips still bucked. Clarissa felt the weight of him like a heavy blanket on her back. She braced her arms and stopped swaying. The man heaved his hips a final time and then went into an orgasmic spasm. Clarissa could feel the splash of his hot seed inside her. She closed her eyes and reveled in the unique sensation.
There were still three impatient and hard cocks in the room. Clarissa was lifted to her feet and laid out on her back on the pool table. One of the guys got between her spread thighs and bent her knees. Then he rubbed his cock up
and down the soft lips of Clarissa’s pussy, teasing her until she slowly stirred her hips with impatience. The man set his cock against the opening of Clarissa’s pussy and pushed. She groaned. One of her hands went down between her legs, and she massaged her clit with her fingertips. With a cock finally inside her, Clarissa turned her head to the side. One of the other men was leaning over the table. She reached for him with her free hand and guided him between her lips. The cock was long and thin, and the man it belonged to had shaved the pubic hair from his groin and balls. Clarissa swallowed the full length of the man until her nose was touching against his abdomen.
“Fuck!” the man being deep-throated threw back his head. He had a gruff, surly voice. “The bitch is good.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Clarissa could see the two men who had already cum. They were talking quietly to Edge in the doorway of the room. One of the men had a beer in his hand, the other a lit cigarette. Edge was listening to the men, nodding his head with slow, quiet approval. All three of the men glanced towards the pool table. Clarissa locked eyes with Edge. It was only for an instant – long enough for her to see a silent question in the lift of his eyebrows. Clarissa gave the only answer she was capable of; she groaned with deep desire around the cock in her mouth.
The guy fucking her announced he was on the brink of coming. Clarissa felt his cock clench and press against the upper wall of her pussy. She stopped sucking on the cock in her mouth and re-doubled her efforts to get herself off. Her fingers strumming her clit merged into a blur. The man’s deep lunges became erratic. He was sweating. He had a broad chest, the skin made pale by a lack of sunlight. Clarissa clenched the muscles of her pussy by flexing her thighs. The man couldn’t hold out any longer. He thrust his cock all the way inside her and gasped in a loud moan of exhaustion and release. He collapsed on top of her, heaving to fill his lungs with air, his breath sawing across her neck. His body was flushed hot. Clarissa could feel his heart pounding. The last waiting man seized the guy by the shoulder and pulled him away, stumbling. Then he took the other man’s place between Clarissa’s spread, wet legs.