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You're Only As Good As The Company You Keep [DoS x RedBarin]

His hips stayed pressed tight against hers, keeping himself deep inside her as he let out several more heavy shots of of cum up her ass. His hands gripped her like a vise, holding her with jerking movements as he road his orgasm out. His breaths came out in quick, loud successions.

Finally he fell forward atop her, collapsing after his very pleasurable release. "Oh...yeah..." he let out a shot groan as he pulled back, his softening cock sliding out of her body followed by a small trail of cum leaking from her.

That...had been quite the experience. He lay there on top of her, listening to her sobs and feeling her body move in agony beneath him. Finally, after a moments contemplation, he pulled back and stood up behind her, watching her body lay against the desk with her reddened, raped bottom.

"You're quite the little fuckdoll, you know that?" He told her, letting out a pleased sigh. "Can see why this place makes so much money." He pulled up his pants, buckling himself up as he once again took on the airs of a businessman. "I'll let you think on my offer. I'll be back tomorrow to see how you feel."
 
She just continued to lay on top of the desk. She wasn't sure if she could take anything like that every again. Even though he was no longer inside of her she could still feel him. It felt like her body had been ripped open and she was left with this gaping hole that she couldn't close. She held onto her body and sobbed against the desk, not even really listening to what he was saying. He could go fuck off for all she cared. Hell, she hoped that he crashed his car and died when he left her office.

But, Alice was a businesswoman and she couldn't take the risk of looking so shabby. Instead, she collected herself and stopped crying. With a painful wince she gritted her teeth and stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes. She gave a curt nod of her head as she moved over to sit behind her desk. Sitting was a mistake, and she wound up squealing in pain all the way down to the chair. She wouldn't let him know he could get the best of her.

"Come back anytime. Just know the next time - a visit won't be on the house." She gave him a straight stare so that he knew what she meant. Then she leaned back in her chair and waved at the door, her face still white from pain.
 
He could barely contain the smile threatening to break out on his face, settling for a sly smirk instead. "You're a touch nut to crack, I'll give you that. Here," he reached into his breast pocket, pulling out a $5 bill and tossing it to the desk. "There's a tip for services rendered."

Turning to leave he walked back out the door, straitening his tie and hat as he did. That small action left little doubt as to what happened to the other costumers and working girls. Of course, this being a whorehouse most of them figured she had worked him over with her charms. He didn't see much reason to correct them.

He snapped his fingers and his men made for the door, himself pausing only once to stuff a few more wads of cash down another girls top. To all involved it seemed just another night for this place.
 
Alice Slay had just been used and dumped. She had never been used in such a way before. In fact, Alice had never not been the one to call all of the shots. Even if a customer payed for her services, they knew exactly what they were getting. A controlling bitch who just happened to be a great fuck. Now she was on the receiving end of terrible treatment and she found that it left her feeling shitty. She was better than this. She was a high end businesswoman after all. So, she had to remedy all of her problems now. Maybe tomorrow she would try to negotiate with James Monahan about the building. Give him most of her profits or something to make him happy.

Whatever, she would worry about James tomorrow. Right now, she had to worry about finishing business at the club. She got up with a wince and moved over to the mirror on the dresser. There she fixed herself. Cursing the bastard that had made her cry and ruined her hair. Alice was always professional no matter what the circumstances. She frowned to herself even though she had fixed her face and looked just as perfect as she had a little while ago. This was terrible.

She left her office and sat back where she had been by the bar. Jared the bartender looked at her with alarmed eyes, leaning across the counter as he handed her a drink already ready for her. "You look like you just sold your soul to the devil."

Alice forced a laugh as she took the drink from him. She frowned and shrugged as she took a drink from the glass. "Changes may be in order," Was all she said before turning around to numbly look out over the happens of the club until it was time to close up and go home.

Even in her apartment...she was still haunted by James Monahan's face.
 
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