I stared at my reflection, pulling my hair back to tie it up into a ponytail. I shifted from side to side, making sure my outfit was immaculate. I was about to head to my private apartment gym, and though there were never many people around, I always made sure I looked my best at all times. It was just how I was raised. My dad had always had a large fortune, raising his own fortune capital company from the ground up, making our families one of the wealthiest in London. As soon as I turned eighteen, he purchased an apartment for me, one that I loved to flaunt to all of my friends. It was right in the center of the city, which made it easy for my driver to bring me everywhere I wished. I’d never worked a day in my life and never planned to - my older brother would be taking care of the company after my dad passed, and I had enough in my bank account to last me the rest of my life, even with my spending habits.
I was currently wearing a matching sports bra and shorts, which hugged tight against my body, showing off my C-cup breasts and large ass. I had brown eyes and long brown hair, which I had just currently put up. I liked to have it curled when I went to fancy events, and have it swirled into an intricate bun on the top of my head. I knew I would sweat, so I only had eyeliner and plump lip balm on, which I also made sure was perfectly even on both sides.
I knew I was extra, and I knew I was spoiled, but none of that mattered to me. People groveled at my feet, and that was how it had always been. I wasn’t a terrible person though, well, I didn’t think I was. I let my girlfriend Olivia stay with me for free. She was a baker and a couple of years younger than me. She was a blonde with blue eyes, tall, and with larger breasts than me. She never worked out, but somehow had a much better body than me, that idea had always slightly frustrated me, but I’d never tell her that.
The truth was, it was nice to have company. We had just started dating a couple of months earlier, and I had immediately asked her to move in with me. It made a lot of sense, knowing she needed a place to stay in the city. London was an expensive place to live, afterall. I hadn’t been interested in women before, not really, but Olivia had changed that for me so drastically. I’d always known she was bisexual, and one late night while clubbing, I hadn’t been able to stop looking at her lips. I grabbed her waist in the middle of a song and kissed her, and was shocked to find she was immediately receptive to me. She revealed that she had had a crush on me for years, and just always thought of me as her straight friend.
Now, I was in one of the most wholesome relationships of my life, and I wouldn’t change it for the world - though my dad still thought we were just close friends.
I tucked my phone into my back pocket, and locked the apartment door behind me as I pressed the button on the elevator. I already had my favorite workout songs blasting in my ear, and was swaying side to side until it was interrupted by my ringtone - Hollaback girl by Gwen Stefani. Seeing it was my dad’s lawyer, I answered immediately, it must’ve been something important if he was calling me directly. “Hey Derek, what’s up?” I asked.
“It’s… it’s not good news, Léa.” He said in his usual gruff tone.
“What? What do you mean?” The elevator dinged on the 26th floor, where the gym was located. I stepped outside, leaning against the wall to talk.
“Your father has been arrested for embezzling money,” he revealed quite directly.
I gasped, my eyes shot wide. “Daddy’s in jail?”
“He is, but we’re trying to get him out. Everything will be okay, Léa, I promise.” Derek had always been there in my life, and I trusted him in all things.
“How can it be okay?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
“We have a full team working on it right now.” He said, “but that’s not the worst of it.”
“What do you mean?”
“All of your cards are currently blocked, since they’re associated with your father. We have no way to access any of the money right now, and won’t be able to pay for your apartment this month, and probably the next.” My heart practically stopped beating, I gasped, and stood in the hallway completely speechless. “Are you still there, Léa?”
I sucked in a shaky breath. “What am I supposed to do then?”
“Maybe you can help out in your friend’s bakery? I’m sorry Léa, we just have too much going on with your father to help you right now. Text me if you need any advice, but that’s all I can do for now,” he said.
“But…” I started.
“Yes? What do you need?” I heard him say to someone else, probably his own secretary. I heard a soft female’s voice murmuring, but couldn’t make out what she was saying. “Okay. I’ll be right there,” he said. “Listen Léa, I have to go. Everything’s a mess right now. Let me know how it goes, okay?”
“Okay, bye Derek. Thank you for trying to help my dad.” I let out a single sob. I had been trying to contain herself, but this was just too much all at once.
“Bye, Léa,” he responded gently, and I heard the line click off.
I lowered herself down to the floor, my back still against the wall. My mind still couldn’t fathom this was happening. It just didn’t make any sense. My father may be a little homophobic, but he wasn’t a bad man. Embezzling? He just wouldn’t do such a thing. Someone must’ve been framing him!
I knew the rent was due at the end of the month, and it usually came out of my account, though I barely paid attention to it since it barely made a dent. Now, that money seemed like a huge hill to climb. Even if Olivia’s bakery accepted me as an employee, I would never make that much in a few days. I had also never worked a day in my life, I wouldn’t even know how to get there without my driver!
I couldn’t even think about going to the gym anymore. I went back up to my suite, needing some space to just breathe and sort this all out.
It was all over the news the next day, and I could barely even look at Olivia, I didn’t want to talk about it at all. I had always been the one to take care of her, to support her with my father’s money. Without that, I felt empty and completely useless. I couldn’t even ask her if she could help me out by getting me my first job.
I locked myself in our bedroom with our heavy comforter on top of me, tossing and turning, unable to do much else. It was around noon when I got a call over the phone, an unknown number with the same area code as me. “Hello?” I asked, my voice still shaky and weak. I didn’t think I’d ever cried so much in my life.
“Hello, Léa.” A voice said, it was a gruff man’s voice, one that seemed familiar, though I couldn’t quite place it over the phone.
“Hello? Who is this?” I asked.
“My name is Richard Bathurst. I believe we have met a few times at company social events.”
“I don’t think I remember you…” I said honestly, though I hoped that didn’t insult him.
“No matter, I’m sure you have to meet many people during these events,” he said. “Let me properly introduce myself. I’m CEO of one of your father’s competing companies, called JBL co.” Why was someone in a competing company contacting me? It didn’t make any sense.
“Okay?” I said, completely confused.
“I have a proposition for you, if you’re interested. Obviously, most of us know about the current predicament your father is facing.” He sounded so professional, I couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted.
“A proposition?” I asked.
“Your accounts are closed, and you’re used to living a lavish life. Of course, that’s going to be a problem now that your father has been arrested.” I wished he would just get to the point, I was dealing with too much to listen to this guy ramble on.
“Yes, that’s exactly what’s happening right now.” I said, finally sitting up on my bed. I wished Olivia took the day off work, just so we could cuddle and not think about anything else.
“Well, I’m willing to pay you a month’s rent, if you become my slave for the day,” he said finally.
“Excuse me?” Was my immediate response. How dare he suggest something so disgusting?! Especially since I was probably half his age!
“That is my proposition, there’s nothing more to explain.” He said.
“Well, I’m saying no. You’re crazy!” I huffed. I would not stoop so low, and I would be telling my father about this. Maybe reporting him to the cops.
“Where will you and your girlfriend live, when you’re kicked out onto the streets? It’s cold now in London, raining almost every day, is that the life you want for yourself?” He cooed with a silky voice. I stopped in my anger, thinking about it. I imagined Olivia and I sitting in a box, our clothes torn apart as we begged strangers for a single pence. I just couldn’t do that to her.
“I…” I gulped. “What would you ask me to do?”
“You know exactly what I would ask of you, and I expect you to act like you’re enjoying yourself.” He explained. I shook from head to toe from pure horror. I couldn’t believe I was at a point in my life where I was actually considering this.
“Two months rent, and you have a deal.” I said, trying to channel my dad’s energy.
“I will be there shortly. Dress to impress, Léa.” The phone disconnected, and I dropped it onto the bed, completely and utterly speechless. I only let myself freak out for a second before standing up, knowing I needed to get ready. I didn’t know when he would be arriving, and I didn’t want to look like the mess I was this morning, especially with all the crying. I didn’t want him to back off on the deal, it seemed like it was my only salvation, and I would be taking full advantage of it.
I picked out my favorite black dress, and began slipping a garter belt on my thighs as well as stockings that went past my knee. The dress had a long slit, which showed off the accessories quite well. I put on matching black heels, and began putting on my makeup. I channeled my inner seductress, putting on a cat-eye and long false lashes, finishing with dark red lipstick. I let my hair fall around me, knowing that was what most guys liked. He still hadn’t arrived when I finished, so I took the time to sit in the living room, scrolling through anything I could find about this guy.
I recognized him at once in google images. He was a guy my dad had pointed out a few times, one he completely despised. They were each other’s biggest competitors, and were always trying to one up each other. It all made sense now, why he would want to humiliate me like this. It was to finally get back to my dad for something he clearly hated him for. He must’ve been a terrible person if my father being in jail wasn’t enough for him to be satisfied.
I was startled by a knock at my door, insistent and sharp. I stood up from the dining table and brushed my dress down, readying myself. I faked a smile on my face and opened the door, seeing the man in person. He immediately eyed me up and down like I was eye candy, all the way from my head to my toe. He was a good looking man as well, despite his age. He was forty eight years old, and looked fit with his dark blue suit on and black tie. I wondered at once if he ever wore something other than a suit. He had mixed gray and black hair, a trimmed beard, and a despicable gleam in his blue eyes. “I see you’ve listened to my first command, Léa. You look just as stunning as I remember.”
He stepped into the room like he owned the place, and I shut the door behind him, locking the door. He gave the main open room a quick study before heading over to the leather couch, and sat down like he’d been here many times before. I went to approach him, but he shook his head. “Down on your knees, and crawl to me.”
I was appalled. There was no way I was doing something like that. I stood there with my hip cocked, glaring at him. “Don’t give me that look, Léa. You agreed to this, and if you don’t please me properly, I won’t be giving you a single cent.”
I reluctantly moved to the ground, my body awkward and twisted. I faced the ground as I began crawling towards him. It was the most humiliated I’d ever felt in my life. I had to stop myself from tearing up from how much I hated myself. “Chin up, look at me,” he commanded. I listened, though refused to give him a happy smile, or anything seductive at all. “I love the look of hatred you’re giving me. Really getting me going,” he teased.
I reached the couch, and sat on the ground with my knees bent right in front of him. “Take my cock out.” I knew it was coming, but it was still so disgusting. He was almost my dad’s age, for goodness sakes! I reached forward with shaky hands, and pulled his zipper down. I fished inside and found a semi-erect penis, pulling that out as well. It had been so long since I’d seen one, not since my high school boyfriend, and Richard was definitely larger than him. “Now, beg me to suck on it.”
“What?!” I said, he was going too far.
“You heard what I said - beg me to suck on my cock,” he reached forward and placed his hand on my cheek, stroking it.
“I’m not going to do that,” I said - heavily regretting this now.
“I’m not going to remind you again. If I have to command you to do anything a third time, I will not hesitate in leaving this apartment,” his hold on my cheek slid down to my chin, and he lifted me up to look at him, making searing eye contact.
“Richard, will you please honor me in letting me put your dick in my mouth?” I choked out. It was the vilest thing I’d ever said.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Now do it. And don’t bite.” His dick had gotten harder, and he scooted forwards so I would have the most access to it. I tried to remember what I knew about how to do it properly, and began stroking at the base. He looked down at me like I was his prey, his smirk never washing away even for an instant. I stroked up and down with one wrist, then eventually put the head inside my mouth. I made a sucking motion, and could immediately smell the musky odor emanating from him. I began bobbing up and down, just like they did in porn, trying to do my best to make him cum as fast as possible so he would leave. “Use your tongue, Léa, or I’m never going to cum.” Now he was insulting my skills?! I listened, swirling my tongue against the tip of him as I pushed back and forth.
“Hmm… I think I want to see your tits better,” he said, and before I knew it, he reached forwards, grabbed the top of my dress, and ripped it in half from the top, revealing my bra underneath. I let his cock go, completely appalled by his behavior.
“That was my favorite dress!” I complained, looking down at it. It cost thousands of dollars, and was a Christmas present from my dad two years ago.
“Don’t complain. Keep sucking,” he leaned back against the couch. Tears sprung in my eyes again, and I took his cock, fitting it in once more. I sucked him like my life depended on it, bopping up and down like a slut. I even tried to raise my ass in the air, thinking it might be something he would like. I just wanted him to cum so it would be all over.
I was shocked again when he dug his fingers into my hair, and began pushing me into him deeper. “You can’t be a proper slut if you don’t choke on some cock,” he teased, and began thrusting into my throat as he pushed my head in. I gagged at once, never having something so deep before. I couldn’t breathe, and could only let him fuck my face as he thrusted on and on. The tears came out even more, and I knew it was ruining my makeup. I must’ve really looked like a proper slut. Richard seemed to agree as he fucked my mouth, “look at you. What would your father think of his baby girl now, huh? Being a slut for his greatest competitor. Someone he’s hated from the very beginning. Look at how you choke for me, how you beg me for my cock, all because your little brain has no idea how to even start surviving in this society. Instead, one day after you lose your fortune, you default into being a whore, just like your mother.”
Everything he said was right. If I were clever enough, I would’ve figured out a way to afford the apartment without his help. Now, I was cheating on my girlfriend, and one of the worst people alive. He grasped my face and smudged my tears across my cheeks, and despite continuously fucking my face, it didn’t seem like he was even close to cumming.
We both stopped abruptly when the door clicked open. My heart stopped at once, and he let me go, forcing me back down onto the ground. I panted, trying to regain my breath and compose myself. Olivia still had a few hours left of work, she shouldn’t have been back yet!
“Léa… I heard on the news. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” she said. “I thought you were acting weird last night.” She walked into the room, seeing the scene in front of her. I was on the ground with my knees bent and my dress ripped, my mascara and lipstick smudged across my face. In front of me sat a middle-aged man with a suit on and his cock out, smiling at her like she was his next meal.
“You must be Olivia,” he said, breaking the silence that followed.
“What’s going on here?!” She said, her usual soft voice higher than usual. I couldn’t even look at her.
“I…” I began, but Richard cut me off.
“Your girlfriend was worried that you would both be homeless come the end of the month. I offered to help her, and she has agreed to be my plaything for the day.” His grin widened.
“Why…” Olivia looked broken hearted. “Why wouldn’t you talk to me first?!”
“I couldn’t face disappointing you,” I admitted.
“How sweet.” Richard said. “Now, I hadn’t realized before coming here how beautiful you were, Olivia.”
My head snapped to him. “No, you’re not touching her.”
“I will give you double - four month’s rent - if you’ll come and play with us, hon.”
“Four months rent?” Olivia said, her voice quaking.
“I can handle this, babe. Please, don’t do this.” I felt helpless. This was far worse than having to endure this myself. I was doing all of this for her.
“If you’re doing it for us, then I have the right to do it, too.” Olivia said, and pulled her teal v-neck shirt clean off of her body, revealing a white bra with a small bow in the front. She had much larger breasts than me, and her cleavage was clearly evident.
“Now your pants,” he said, giving her her first command. She listened, taking her blue jeans off of herself, revealing her round ass, one I had squeezed many times before.
“Gorgeous. I can’t believe Léa managed to score someone this beautiful.” He stood up and walked over to her, telling her to kneel. She listened without complaint, only looking at me for a second before her knees hit the ground. She grabbed his cock and put her mouth around it almost instantly, and began bobbing up and down just like I did. Richard looked back at me and tilted his head, telling me to join.
I stood up with shaky legs and walked over, bending down next to Olivia. She noticed my presence, and scooted over for me. She released his cock, and we began licking him on either side, both looking up at him at once. Then, she began sucking on his cock again. “Don’t just sit there and watch, Léa. Suck on my balls.” Richard said.
I reluctantly complied, having nothing to say now that Olivia was here. I put his hair balls in my mouth and began licking and sucking at it. It was the first time I’d ever done anything so vile. Olivia, on the other hand, was clearly an expert. She sucked him so hard Richard let out his first noise since he’d arrived, a low groan that came out as he thrust into her. They seemed to move against each other in perfect rhythm, like they had done this many times before. “Fuck Léa, your girlfriend has the perfect mouth.” He fucked down her throat, but she barely made a gagging sound. “It’s such a waste she’s with you.” I was fuming. I wanted to slam him across the face and tell him to leave, but I knew Olivia would put everything on her own shoulder.
He tangled his fingers into her blonde hair, rocking his hips back and forth as she pushed me aside and began playing with his balls with her other hand. “Fuck yeah… mmmpphh.” Richard closed his eyes, clearly enjoying himself. I sat there, lost and confused, not able to grasp what was happening. “I’m going to cum, you better take every drop.” I could see his balls clench together as he came, and saw him thrust into her even harder as her throat swallowed his load over and over, like he was cumming an insane amount down her mouth. He finally released her, forcing her to let out a loud gasp. Some of his white cum was dripping down her mouth and onto the floor, like it was so much she couldn’t swallow all of it.
“Come and lick it.” He said, “help your girlfriend out.” I began walking over, and he shook his head. “Crawl.” My heart fell to my stomach, and I began crawling up to him again, hoping Olivia wouldn’t look at me. I bent down and began licking the hardwood flooring, already so ashamed of myself I felt like I could do anything. It tasted salty and wet, and the texture was absolutely disgusting. “Kiss,” he commanded. I looked up at Olivia, and she looked so innocent and strong, like she knew we would be able to get past this. She pulled me into her and we began making out, our tongues swirling against each other and exchanging the cum we’d both just swallowed. It felt so good tasting her again, just like I had hundreds of times before.
I heard a slapping sound next to me, and stopped to see Richard stroking himself as he watched us. “Where’s the bedroom?” He asked. Olivia pointed towards it. “Let’s go.” We stood up together and followed him meekly towards our ornate master bedroom. He stripped as he walked, taking his tie and suit off along with his boxers.
He was much more muscular than I had imagined, and knew at once he must’ve worked out just as often as I did. “Strip, Olivia,” he commanded after he studied our bed. Olivia nodded, and took her panties and bra off quickly, revealing hardened nipples underneath. I hoped it was from the cool air, and not from being turned on.
I thought he would be telling me to strip as well, but instead, he told Olivia to lie on the bed. “Wait, what are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m going to fuck your girlfriend, and you’re going to stand there and watch.” He said, not even turning around to look at me.
“Why?!” This was supposed to be my burden!
“Because I like her far better than I like you. Fuck, just look at these tits,” he said, and bent down to put one in his mouth. He sucked on them greedily, his hand moving up to pet and kneed the other. Olivia gave me a blank stare then closed her eyes. I couldn’t stop watching. I backed up and hit the door, trying to make myself as scarce as possible. He gave her other nipple just as much attention, making loud sucking noises as he did. Olivia seemed to be trying to contain herself, and didn’t make a single noise with her eyes closed. He began kissing down her stomach, commenting on how soft and smooth it was until he reached her shaven pussy. He sucked in a deep breath, breathing her in. “You smell lovely…” he murmured before sticking his tongue against her clit. She gasped out loud, the first sound she let escape from her. I could see the motions of his tongue as he began licking and lapping at her, making her let out small whimpers. He stuck a finger inside of her pussy, examining how wet she was as he began thrusting it into her. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. That was my girlfriend, my pussy, my ass. And someone else was in this room, forcing me to watch them give her pleasure.
“You’re so wet for me… just how I like it.” I refused to believe what he was saying was true. He released her, and moved up her body, aligning his cock against her entrance. “Ready, my sweet girl?”
She nodded, looking up at him with her sweet eyes. I watched as he thrust into her in one stroke, his cock buried deep inside of her body. She let out another loud gasp. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. It’s like you’d never had a cock in here. Fucccck…” Richard moaned. I could see his entire body flexing. “Twenty year old pussy feels amazing.”
He began pumping into her with slow strokes, and my heart stopped when I began hearing moans coming from Olivia. It began quietly, like she was trying desperately to stop herself, but the more he drove himself deep inside of her, the louder she got. He bent her legs so it was by his head, his angle clearly hitting her G-spot. She moaned with every thrust, and I wondered if she even knew I was there anymore. He reached in between them and began playing with her clit, rubbing on it as fast as he pounded into her. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so hard. You’re cumming, aren’t you?” Olivia let out a particularly loud moan, one I knew that signaled her orgasm. I slid onto the floor, mortified. My girlfriend was cumming from a man double her age! “You’re milking my cock so much… fuck!” Richard came a second time, his balls squeezing tight again as he fucked her so hard the bed creeked and rocked.
They calmed down at the same time, and he popped out of her, collapsing next to her on the bed as they both panted. I sat there, unable to say anything. “Come here, Léa, and lick the cum from your girlfriend’s pussy.” I felt like a mindless zombie, getting up and doing as I was told. I could taste two familiar flavors as I licked her, taking as much cum away from her wetness as possible. She was insanely wet, more than I’d ever seen before.
Richard had sat up, watching it happen. “Well, I think I’m satisfied,” he said. “I’ll wire transfer you the money right now.” He took his phone out, and I felt my own phone buzz within a minute. He put his clothes on, completely ignoring us as Olivia continued to pant.
He opened the door to the bedroom, letting himself out. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He opened his wallet and fished a card out, putting it gently on top of Olivia’s bare stomach. “You’ve clearly enjoyed yourself here, Olivia. Give me a call if you want more.” He winked at me, and left the room.
I sat back onto the carpeted flooring, not able to speak to my girlfriend. He’d single handedly ruined everything I’d believe about us, and I didn’t know if we would ever be the same again. I stood up after a few minutes, wrapped the blanket on top of us, and cuddled her, hoping we could sleep and forget it ever happened.