The Heiress and the Hacker [[Silva & Quix]]

That Lexi had a significant other briefly entered Richard's mind, but he'd quickly discarded the thought. If they were to break Lexi free from the influence of her Father, then James Astor would no longer be a factor; she'd also be escaping his clutches, wanted or not. The plan was simple, but Richard realised that Lexi's escape was just the beginning. Once it occurred, she'd be ostracised completely; not from just the life of wealth and privilege, but from all those she'd ever known, with the possible exception of her closest confidantes. That was, if the woman had even been allowed any, and if they dared to defy her Father's, and their own Family's, wills. If not, she'd be left totally isolated, with no-one else in the world, but Richard to rely on. No relationship was ever perfect, and there'd be both good times and bad, and occasionally moments where Alexandra may regret her decision, and desire to return to the life she once knew. He'd need to display the same strength that would be required of her, in order to help her cope.

They should have discussed it, and ensured the full implications were laid out on the table, however the proximity of her body, her scent, and the kiss, had overwhelmed rationality. He needed Lexi, not just for the sex, and to be as close to her as was possible, but also to prove to himself, and his ex-lover, that the spark they'd once had still remained, and could be reignited. Subconsciously, the man was also driven by a desire to demonstrate, by actions, not words, that he was capable of taking control, and possessed the strength of mind, and body, to protect her. Richard wasn't wasn't certain what would have happened if she'd resisted his advances, but the second he'd pressed her against the wall, and they'd kissed, he'd felt her respond with the same heat and urgency as his own. Her nipples stiff against his lips, and her pussy already slick when he drove his fingers inside her, she peeled free of her clothes of her own volition, and her reaction only urged him on.

His bright blue eyes had darkened with desire when they peered into hers, and the words he spoke were a statement, not a question. He didn't have to, but he wanted to. To pleasure Lexi and to savour her; to have the scent of her perfume lingering in his nostrils, the feel of her soft skin against his fingertips, the memory of the kiss, and her own probing tongue, and taste of her most intimate area on his lips, when she departed. It had been so long, and it may be a while yet until they could see each again. If ever. Richard refused to think about that last, as he forcefully ripped Lexi's legs apart, then his palms cupped her tight ass, and brought her sex towards him.

Her wetness told him that she was as aroused as he, and the moment he spread her pink pussy open, and delved his tongue inside, he heard the moan of his name, and eyes lifted to her face. Looking up her body, he watched her own hand move to grasp where his lips had just left; gorgeous face, and every expression, visible through the swaying breasts, with their erect pink nipples. He groaned at sight, and the grip of her hand in his hair, and moved with the action. Richard's mouth enveloped Lexi's pussy, and his tongue licked and swirled inside her; the tip scraping her walls as he pleasured every inch, then it curled and began to dart it in and out with more urgency. Before he could go any further, or release a hand to touch her clit, he felt her hips undulate, and her body shudder, accompanied with a moan, that told of her orgasm. Her sweet juices glistened on his face as he moved to his feet.

His erection almost burst the seam of his pants, and he allowed no time for Lexi to recover from her climax. One hand snaked out to grip hold of her wrist and the other released his throbbing cock of it's restraints. His jeans and boxers only fell as far as his hips; that's all he needed;, then he took hold of her second wrist as he'd done the first. "God, I missed you." Richard kissed Lexi hard enough to bruise her lips, and urged teeth to part of his tongue. A knee pressed into her thigh, and he gasped against her mouth when, with legs slightly bent, his engorged tip pressed against the wet folds of her entrance.

Richard's eyes, brimming with lust, bore into hers when he parted her with the head of his cock, and his grip increased in pressure. For a moment he remained stationary with the tip barely inside her, then, without warning, he suddenly thrust his hips, and simultaneously pulled her arms above her head. With Lexi pinned to the wall, his head fell back, and Richard emitted a moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure that reverberated off the walls, as he drove every inch of his pulsing shaft into Lexi, with enough force to lift her up on her tiptoes, and slam her into the plaster. The second thrust was even harder, but nothing in comparison to the third. The only sounds he was capable of were pants and gasps, and cries of exertion, as began to fuck his ex-lover as he'd never dared fucked her before.

The time for talking was long past, and although there were numerous details and issues to hash out Alexandra couldn’t bring herself to regret bypassing all of that for the chance to finally come together with her former lover again. The heiress was starved for meaningful social contact, despite an abundance of acquaintances and technically having a boyfriend there was nothing in the way she interacted with them to suggest that she derived any real positive benefits from associating with them other than “keeping up appearances”. She did not usually seek out their presence on her own, and it was only due to her carefully constructed social mask that they didn’t all see how much she truly despised their insipid conversations and shallow personalities. Lexi had thought she was doing well enough for herself and had all but accepted her role if life despite some misgivings, all until Richard had shown up and revealed exactly what she was missing.

It was as if someone had removed a veil from her eyes, and the heiress began to look critically upon everything that she had become in the meantime while she weighed her options and wondered about the plan Richard had hinted about that night. The small glimpse of normalcy and something different that he provided had been enough to act as a catalyst of change, and although there were so many things that could go wrong for them Lexi simply didn’t care. She finally felt alive and almost like a normal person for the first time in how many years, and she wanted to capitalize on that feeling by fucking her first love. The socialite had surprised herself a bit at her bold move towards Richard, figuratively throwing caution to the wind and indicating through actions that he was the one she wanted to be with. Consequences be damned. Lexi had not anticipated his forceful response, however, and it secretly thrilled her to be with someone who knew what he wanted but was also concerned about pleasing her as well.

Not that Lexi had been involved with many romantic partners, but she could definitely say that Richard would top the list simply by how aroused he could make her with a few touches. The boyfriends she had entertained in the past that shared her “family morals” had all been pleasant enough, but the encounters had never been anything too exciting or pleasurable. That, and Richard’s skilled tongue and fingers ensured that it did not take very long for the heiress to cum. She was mesmerized by the sight of his deep blue eyes piercing into her own as his tongue teased her little pink pussy, the suddenness and intensity of her orgasm causing Lexi to finally break their eye contact. The rosy flush on her cheeks could have been a product of exertion or embarrassment, but he didn’t give her any time to contemplate that as he reached to reveal his cock to her waiting sight.

Unconsciously she reached out to touch him but found her wrists bound by his grasp and his lips punishing hers with a kiss. She gasped at the erotic taste of herself on his lips, their tongues meeting intimately at the same time that he forced her thighs to part. “I need you.” Lexi murmured against his lips, her heat beating wildly in her chest as they both stilled at feeling the head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. The force of his sudden thrust into her welcoming body nearly took her breath away with its intensity, her back being pressed firmly into the wall behind her. The feeling of their bodies joining felt familiar and different at the same time. The bruising pace of his thrusts was foreign to Lexi, but she certainly wasn’t complaining. With her arms pinned above her head the socialite simply hooked her legs around his waist, her thighs clenching his hips tightly and her heels digging into the tense muscle of his ass in encouragement. “Richard! Oh god!” Was the most coherence she could muster between her own moans and squeals when he managed to find a particularly sensitive spot inside of her.

Ever so slowly, the concerns and worries about the future faded from Richard's conscious. Blair Huntington, and the thoughts of the hard road which lay ahead of he and Lexi dissipated with each touch of his ex-lovers body, the feel of her firm flesh pressed against his, the deepening kisses, and their duelling tongues. All that mattered, all that existed, in the moment, was the two of them. The knots in his stomach would return later with a vengeance, when Lexi departed, however that was in the future, and Richard was caught up in the present.

It was if he were in a dream, or fantasy world, where all was amplified, and every sense heightened to an almost unbearable degree. Her sparkling blue eyes and gorgeous face, matured, but still so well-remembered from his youth was imprinted on his mind as he slipped to his knees. The sounds of her arousal, so arousing to the man himself, almost drove Richard into a frenzy; the nectar of her pussy so sweet as he tongued her as if a man lost in the desert and dying of thirst, who'd just stumbled across a well. Her taste and scent and feel would linger, and provide some consolation to Richard for the lack of her company when she returned to the Mansion. As would the memory of any pleasure he'd brought to her; hopefully a harbinger, for both, of good things to come.

His initial actions, as he brought her to a climax with his mouth, were for Lexi. The next as he stood, took hold of her wrists, and spread her legs with his knee, were for him. As she murmured that she needed him, he thought it not possible that she could need him more than he needed her. That word, need, didn't come close to describing it. Richard had never felt such a desperation in his entire life; not even that which had compelled him to risk entering the Huntington mansion to speak to her; than he did now. He had to take Lexi, spill his seed inside her, and make her his. And he, hers.

"You're mine. Forever." Time seemed to stop, and their eyes locked with the tip of his cock parting her wet folds, seemingly in unison and tune with each other. Then time moved again, and Richard threw her arms above her head, pinned Lexi to the wall, and sank his throbbing erection into her inviting pussy, slick with her own desire. His teeth scraped her lips, and his tongue pushed into her mouth at the same time her ass hit plaster. Then his head fell back, and Richard emitted a moan of pure pleasure. He'd felt a small resistance to his initial hold, as Lexi's hands had moved against him, and briefly wondered if it was too tight, but the next two thrusts came before he could stop them, and slammed his ex-lovers body into the wall. Richard's pulsing shaft buried itself deeper in her dripping hole.

As her legs wrapped around him, he groaned at the increased tightness, and clench of the muscles that drew him in further. Richard released his grip on her arms, hooked three digits in her hair, and pulled Lexi's head back to give his lips and teeth access to the smooth, sensitive skin of her throat. The other hand dropped to cup her tight, firm ass, cupping and squeezing it; his palm acting as a cushion between her buttocks and the wall as the bruising thrusts continued unabated. Pants and moans escaped his mouth with increasing volume as he hammered her faster and harder, and his teeth pulled and tugged at her skin. Then, "Ohhhhh fuck."

Richard's entire body shuddered, his legs almost buckled, and fingers curled to dig harshly into the firm flesh of Lexi's ass; the sound of his balls slapping against her thighs, the wet noise of his cock thrusting in and out of her enveloping folds, and her arousing squeals, urging him on. With her pussy clamped around his engorged meat, and the forceful fucking, Richard could last no longer. His eyes glazed over, and the hand fell from Lexi's hair to grip her waist as he came. His hips shuddered violently, and a moan, louder than any which preceded it, escaped his lips, as with the entire length of his manhood buried to the hilt in his ex-lovers tight slit, he continued to groan and pant through ragged breaths. Each spurt of his seed inside her brought forth another, more intense, cry of pleasure.

As he finally finished, with body still shaking and spasming, and cock twitching inside the women pinned to the wall, his eyes re-opened and found hers. "God, I missed you." Richard's face was flushed, perspiration dripped from his forehead, and the man could barely speak.

Being intimate with someone should be a completely fulfilling experience, where every thought and concern would disappear and instead be replaced by the sole focus of pleasing your lover. Unfortunately for Alexandra, that was not the usual experience she encountered with her previous lovers. It was a welcome relief then to find herself completely consumed by Richard and his body, all coherent thoughts vacating her mind and driving her to merge with him. Although the socialite found herself to be speechless for a brief period, his last spoken words reverberated in her mind as their bodies finally joined. "You're mine. Forever.". How she wished that words had magical powers and that their situation could be resolved so simply! Whatever they would face in the future, however, could wait until later.

In her wildest dreams Lexi could not have imagined Richard fucking her in such a primal way, where he knew what he wanted from her and then took it. There was nothing tender about the frantic way that their bodies and lips touched, the bruising force of his thrusts into her willing body ensuring that she would be sore tomorrow. But she had no regrets. A small part of her wondered if they would be able to actually pull their plan off, or if this would be the last time they could let their inhibitions go and just be with each other. Whatever the motivation may be, the heiress tried to match Richard’s enthusiasm by angling her hips to draw him deeper inside of her and pressing her heels more firmly against his taught behind.

The feeling of the cool plaster against her back was a stark contrast to the blazing heat of his bare skin against her front, and as her lover found a rhythm that suited them both the only thing Lexi could do was grasp the strong muscles of his shoulders and hold on. Her head tipped back against the wall at his behest, the long golden strands woven between his fingers ensuring there was little room for her to maneuver. A hum of pleasure vibrated in her throat at the feel of his lips and teeth playing along the column of her throat. Even after being apart for so long she was still attuned to the signs that indicated he was about to cum, and her body welcomed him. The rough pace of his thrusts and the lingering sensitivity from her earlier climax ensured that it wouldn’t take much to coax her into a second orgasm, one she achieved in sync with him.

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest still as they both basked in the afterglow of their tandem orgasm, the fair skin of her neck and cheeks flushed with exertion and faint marks from his teeth. She would probably have to come up with some excuse to hide them later, but Lexi could care less at this point. “I can see that.” She giggled breathily in response to him, a groan leaving her lips next as she untangled her limbs from his and stood on shaky legs. “That wasn’t something I would have expected from you.” The socialite paused to lean forward and give him a playful kiss, her nails raking down his abdomen. “But I liked it.” The levity of the situation was broken by her phone chirping nearby with notifications, and a moue of displeasure tightened her rosy lips.

“I can’t even get an afternoon to myself.” Lexi grumbled as she hunted down where she’d dropped her purse and tapped out a few text messages to explain that she wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t be at any engagements that evening. Apologetically she turned back to face Richard, comfortable in her nudity but knowing that their time was growing short. “I should really be going…I didn’t plan to stay as long as I have.” Sheepishly she shrugged, not regretting how their meeting played out however. “Could you call a cab for me?” As she spoke she began to slowly gather her clothing and redress, although her movements were unhurried as she tried to dawdle as long as she could. And she left panties on the floor where they’d ended up.

As Richard's nails scraped Lexi's body, teeth bit and nipped skin, fingers tugged hair, and he fucked her without abandon, the man's mind was in another place. With his head dipped, he couldn't see Lexi's expression, but the manner in which she squealed and tightened her legs around him indicated that she enjoyed the roughness, and possibly desired to be fucked, not made love to, as badly as he desired to fuck her. There was nothing gentle about it, or his urgent pants and moans. When he came, Richard's hips thrashed against hers, and the hand on her ass pulled her as close as it could; the synchronicity of their orgasms something rarely achieved. It was meant to be. As were they.

The release brought him back to earth, and still twitching and gasping, hair matted with sweat, and both hands planted on her ass, he finally managed to meet Lexi's gaze. Momentarily he tensed, for he'd never previously taken her in that manner; never would have dared in his youth; and he wondered how she'd perceive the change in him. That Richard had become more hardened, both in his lovemaking, and outside of it. He'd been aware of her body's arousal, but what did Lexi think? Her giggle, and the look on Alexandra's flushed face, put him immediately at ease, and for first time in weeks, the laugh that escaped his own lips was natural and unaffected.

"I guess we do have to get to know each other again," he replied with a grin, as he shivered with the feel of her nails raking his skin, and returned the soft kiss. "I may have more surprises in store." His palm playfully slapped her ass when her legs untangled, and they both stood on their own two feet. In those few moments, everything was perfect; a man and woman, happy in love, together basking in the afterglow of their climaxes, and the outside world of no consequence. It didn't exist. Then Lexi's phone chirped, and reality returned.

The man glanced at it when she spoke, and his hand clenched into a fist by his side. He didn't want Lexi to go, and was certain she felt the same, but there was no choice. He admired her nude body for a few moments; imprinting it in his mind; then nodded. "Why don't you dress, my phone's in the study." Richard straightened his clothes, zipped himself up, and turned to walk to the room which he used for his work. As he collected his cell-phone from the desk and dialled a Taxi, Richard unlocked his safe, and removed the flash drive containing the software they'd spoken of earlier.

"Taxi's on its way." He attempted to keep his tone light as approached her, pressed the drive against her palm, rested the other hand on her waist, and leaned in for a kiss. "Be careful." His gaze drifted down to the panties on the floor, and Richard smiled against her lips. Whether they'd be left deliberately or not, Richard wasn't certain, but he wouldn't be drawing Alexandra's attention to their presence. The smile remained on his face when he pulled back, however the man's eyes contained sadness. "Call me."

That was all he said, and it was all he needed to. There was no point of going over their plan again, or extending the goodbyes, and making her departure any more difficult than it already was. Richard reached up to gently cup Lexi's chin with his palm, ran the pad of his thumb across her lips, then kissed her one last time as the beep of a car-horn was heard from outside. "You'd better leave. Be safe."

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Sophie Scott, or as she was becoming known in the Internet Community, 'The Girl Next Door'.

Karl smiled as he clicked on the red x, and closed down the video capture of her original 'modelling interview', with Adam Levine. Then he laughed. The naïve bitch. Granted, Levine had been smooth, and perfectly played off her innocence and girl-next-door looks, but what had she expected? That, as an attractive young woman, she wouldn't be asked to undress, and show herself off, or that the 'photographer' had no desire to fuck her? Not that she hadn't appeared to enjoy it, or the next day, where the idiotic slut had been duped into taking on two men at the same time, and agreed for it to be filmed.

Oh that's right; by then the greedy teenager with dollar signs in her eyes, fantasies of worldwide fame, and promise of more intense orgasms from her experienced new lover, had signed a contract, hadn't she? Sophie really should have read it first.

From what Karl had seen of how Levine operated, he was confident that agreement would be watertight; and ensure the man's plan of transforming the intelligent, personable and normal college-girl into nothing but a depraved, cock-hungry whore, left with no other life options but to be used for the pleasure of men in front of the shocked eyes of the world, would come to fruition. But for the grace of God, it could be their daughter, it could be anyone's daughter, it could be The Girl Next Door. That was the hook, and initial subscriptions to the website were far greater than even Adam could have imagined.

In fact, Karl held no doubts at all about the legality of the contract, or Levine's intentions for the young co-ed. The man himself had confirmed both over the phone when the Head of Security had called to inquire about procuring the girl's services for a night or two. A surprise for Mr Huntington on his upcoming visit to Los Angeles. After some hesitation, and negotiations which involved the offer of a considerable sum of money, Levine had agreed to Karl's proposal; with only one stipulation. That he be allowed to film the entire event.

What the anonymous caller proposed - Karl hadn't revealed on whose behalf he spoke, and Huntington's identity would remain secret - would see Sophie take another step on her journey, and Levine had been excited by the concept. All that was required to seal the deal was for Adam to email a signed copy of their agreement, and for Karl to transfer the negotiated payment. Huntington's head of security was very much anticipating the opportunity to be able to sink his cock into the girls hot, young cunt. Or ass. Or mouth. Possibly all three. Just as he anticipated the fun to be had with Alexandria.

He hadn't forgotten about Lexi; no way in hell. Karl hadn't decided yet how to best make use of that morning's discovery, but that was okay; she wasn't going anywhere. The man smiled, and thought the day couldn't have turned out any better as he switched off the computer, stood from his seat, and glanced at his watch. The young lady of the manor should be home shortly. If not, he knew precisely where she could be located.

The euphoria they had just experienced was something that Lexi wanted to bask in forever. In a perfect world there would be nothing keeping them apart, and after that sweaty reunion they would be free to spend the rest of the day together, in bed, reacquainting themselves with each other and rediscovering what had been forgotten. Instead that gleeful mood was shattered all too soon by the incessant chirping of her phone, and idly she wondered if it had been going off the entire time they’d been fucking. The socialite let her phone go for a moment, content to enjoy the last few precious seconds they had together before the real world encroached again. She let out a surprised squeal when his palm connected playfully with her ass, and watched with hooded eyes as he straightened his own clothing.

They’d been in such a hurry to connect body-to-body that she’d been the only one to disrobe, but Alexandra didn’t mind. As he walked away to the study her voice playfully floated behind him. “I don’t remember you being such an ass man…I’m curious to discover what else has changed since then.” It was a promise that she intended to keep. It didn’t take her long to get redressed, and she used a compact mirror from her bag to try to neaten her hair and make-up. Richard had been a tad overzealous with his teeth and tongue on her neck and collarbone, and already pink marks were rising to the surface of her pale skin. She nodded to signal she’d heard him about the taxi, snapping the compact shut and rising on her toes to return his kiss. “I’m sorry I have to run like this. But at least I’ll have a souvenir to remember it by.” Lexi tucked the flesh drive into a hidden zippered pocket in her bag to keep it safe.

The blaring of a car horn broke she spell he seemed to be weaving upon her, their blue eyes matched in sadness. As they kissed one final time her arms wound around his torso tightly, reveling in the intimate physical touch as long as she could. The simple act of a hug was foreign to her family, and Lexi was starved for contact. Knowing that the cab was waiting, she reluctantly untangled herself and made herself stride to the front door. “I’ll be in touch, okay?” And then she was gone.

On the ride back to the manor she focused on compartmentalizing her emotions, locking them away inside of her and putting up her familiar blank mask. Again she had the cab driver drop her off a few blocks away from her home, and she walked the rest on foot. Although she had a perfectly believable excuse about why she wasn’t at that evening’s function, a “headache”, Lexi deemed it best to go around to the back entrance of the manor and slip in unnoticed. Unfortunately for her, however, she was blissfully unaware that their Head of Security was on the look-out for her and that she would have to pass the security office headquarters on her way in. After a cursory glance around it appeared that no one was standing guard, and she slipped into the house silently.

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Sophia Scott was making a new for herself on the dark side of the internet, and she wasn’t even aware of it. Yet. She wasn’t aware of just how explicit the videos that Adam had filmed were, and that he was beginning to roll them out to the online community. For a price, of course. She thought she was just a regular college student, struggling in her classes and making some money on the side. A lot of money, that was. She had been having second thoughts after her surprise “scene” with Kane and Adam, but the check she’d been presented with and the contract that Adam reminded her of ensured that she would pick up the phone the next time he called.

Richard maintained his calm façade, and smiled softly, "I knew you wouldn't be able to stay, I'm just glad we had this time together. We'll have the rest of our lives for me to show you just how much of an ass man I've become." The levity sounded forced, even to Richard, as he reluctantly allowed Lexi to slip from his arms, and resisted following her to the door; only blowing a kiss and mouthing, "soon" , to acknowledge her departing words. Then she was gone.

The scent of perfume lingered in the air, as did that of sex, and as Richard moved to part the curtains and watch his lover step into the taxi, the façade broke. A sensation of loss overcame him, mingled with one of foreboding. "Be safe." The words were whispered to himself, and the curtains fell closed when the vehicle, and Lexi, disappeared sight. As much as he'd stressed for her to be careful, and take her time, Richard couldn't but wish she'd find to a way to place the drive that night.

The longer their plan was delayed, the more chance there was of fate intervening. He attempted to ignore the chill that sent a shiver down his spine, and the voice in his head that told him it was already too late. The man wouldn't be getting much sleep that night.

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Neither would Karl, though for different reasons.

Huntington's Chief of Security was too keyed up by the thought of what he had planned for that gorgeous, little slut-to-be, Sophie Scott - a night which would make her liaison with Adam and Kane appear child's play -, and those for Alexandra Huntington.

Alexandra was Karl's main focus as he departed the office, and was startled by the sight of the woman sneaking her way through the back entrance. His initial inclination was to immediately confront her with his knowledge, and force her to her knees, where the uptight bitch truly belonged. However, that concept was quickly discarded as he called out to grab her attention. To do so in the vicinity of the Huntington mansion; where walls had eyes and ears, and a servant or family member could pass by at any moment, was too dangerous. Her old boyfriend had been fortunate on the night of the cocktail party that all security attention had been focused on the protection of Mr Huntington's VIP guests, but Karl wasn't about to count on riding the same luck.

Whatever the woman's actions, she remained Blair Huntington's daughter, and if Karl were to be discovered fucking her, regardless of how it came about, not only would it result in Lexi's total loss of freedom, but also bring a premature end to his own career. He'd seen what happened to others who dented the Patriarch's pride or ego, and it wasn't something he desired to experience for himself.

A frown passed across the man's features, then it turned into a smile, as he realised forcing Lexi to accompany them on the upcoming trip to Los Angeles would provide a perfect opportunity to let her know where she stood. The Head of Security could easily arrange for the remaining members of the detail to chaperone her Father at the conference, under the pretence of being required to remain behind to finalise the extra-curricular activities; always of more import to the great man than the conferences he notionally went to attend. There were no live-in servants at the private, secret residence. Just he and Alexandra, alone, all day. He could use her to his heart's content.

Karl increased his pace, called out a second time, and reached for her elbow when he caught up. Had she not heard him, or had he been ignored? "Hey Lexi, where you been?" The greeting should have been a warning sign; she was usually Ms Huntington to the staff; as should have the way he tightly gripped her arm. "Your phone not working? I've been trying to get hold of you all day; tell you about the change of plans." Karl wondered if the smell of sex he thought he detected was real, or a figment of his imagination, "Your Father thought you could do with a break, and the opportunity for some shopping. He's decided you're to accompany us on his trip this weekend."

Huntington would need to be persuaded, but Karl was confident that wouldn't be a problem. Lexi was his little girl after all, and she deserved the best of everything. Especially when that best of everything included some classy, and expensive, clothing, which would show off her figure to best advantage in front of his VIP colleagues. As to what they'd do when their special visitor arrived; well Alexandra was used to following directions, and Karl would ensure she was restrained to the West Wing.

The Head of Security was nothing if not quick on his feet; the plan all came together in his mind within a matter of seconds, and he was unable to keep the gleam of excitement out of his eyes as they drifted casually down Lexi's body, then returned to her face. "So, where have you been? You know your Father likes to be kept appraised of these matters. Make sure his little Princess isn't getting up to no good behind his back."

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Adam sat with his feet up on the desk, and reviewed the latest footage uploaded to the website. He'd decided to go with the entire scene from the first day; where the young college co-ed, looking for nothing more than a part-time modelling job and opportunity to earn a little spending money, had allowed herself to be stripped naked, seduced and fucked. Then fucked again, even after it had been revealed the Adam's still camera had 'accidentally' been left on to capture their first bout in all it's glory. Or had the horny little bitch seduced him? Whichever it was, was of no consequence; all that mattered was that Sophie was now under his control.

He'd attempted some repair work on the drive back to her campus the second day; assuring the young woman that his and Kane's treatment of her was a 'performance', and that he thought no less of Sophie for allowing herself to be taken by two men. After all, apart from the initial shock, didn't you enjoy yourself? There's nothing wrong with that or of letting go of your inhibitions. Who are other people to judge, anyway? You're old enough to make your own decisions. I think you're amazing, Sophie, and so does Kane. You're going to be a star.

He wasn't entirely sure if she'd believed the friendly Adam was the real one, not the man who'd verbally degraded her in front of the cameras, or if she remained in shock at her actions, and the not-so-subtle reminder of the life-long ramifications if she reneged on the signed contract. However, by the time he'd dropped her off, Adam had gained the impression their relationship, and her trust in him, hadn't been entirely broken. Possibly, the bonus of $5,000 dollars cash, and the promise of taking Sophie on a vacation to Hawaii - just the two of them - when the college term ended, had helped. No harm in giving her something to look forward to.

Adam smiled at the memory, collected his phone, and dialed her number. "Hey Soph, just received an offer for another modelling job. You need to drop any plans for this weekend; we're taking a road trip." Adam's tone remained friendly and cheerful, but it was obvious the last words weren't a request. "I'll collect you 8am Saturday morning."

After checking that no one was around Lexi wasted no time in slipping into the house, unaware that a man nursing a large grudge against her knew exactly where she had just been. She was absorbed in her thoughts, playing over in her mind the blissful time she and Richard had just shared instead of paying attention to the surroundings. The socialite was not the best at subterfuge and being sneaky, and didn’t realize Karl had appeared from a doorway until he had caught up to her and grabbed her arm. She let out a gasp of surprise at the contact, instinctively whirling around to face him. “Karl! You scared me.” Her heart was pounding from being startled, and also at the fact that she obviously looked fairly disheveled.

In the cab ride to the manor she’d done her best to neaten her hair and clothing, making sure to button her jacket all the way to her throat to hide the evidence of Richard’s enthusiasm. Lexi’s eyes widened at the news that Karl of all people would be trying to reach her, and her blonde brows rose incredulously at his news. “What change of plans? I haven’t heard any of this from Father.” It was incredibly rare for Huntington Sr to take any family members along on his little ‘trips’, and something about this news was not sitting well with her. Before she could question the head of security further he deftly changed the subject back to her recent whereabouts, making the heiress even more anxious as the man’s eyes lazily traversed the length of her body.

“I’ve been out. Visiting friends.” Realizing that his grip on her elbow had tightened Lexi tried to jerk out of his grasp. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I started to feel ill so I came home. And I was looking forward to some peace and quiet.” Her voice was pointed as she indicated that his presence was not welcome. She’d never had much cause to interact with the man, but his manner had always set her on edge whenever they did. The thought of having to accompany him and her Father on an impromptu business trip was setting off warning bells in her mind. “So if you’ll excuse me…” She needed to go call Richard and update him on this sudden wrench thrown into their plans, and also double check with her father that what Karl said was the truth.
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When Sophie had initially saw the ad for the modelling job she never could have imagined the situation she would soon find herself in. She was a good girl who went to class and tried to get good grades, but she also liked to have fun. Her definition of “fun” had never included getting fucked by someone she had just met, someone who would turn out to be her boss. Her initial inhibitions proved to be weak when faced with Adam’s charms and her immediate attraction to the older man, and the promise of fame and cash didn’t hurt either.

Their second day together rattled her, however, when faced with two men and the combination of degradation and a binding contract. On the car ride back to her tiny student apartment Sophie had been withdrawn, trying to process and reconcile in her mind the two versions of Adam that she had faced. The friendly and charming one that she was initially drawn to, and then the cold and calculating one that had suddenly appeared. As if he could read her thoughts the friendly Adam returned and did his best to soothe her, the reminder of the cash she had received and the promise of an exotic vacation enough to perk the young co-ed up and have her leave him with a kiss.

With classes beginning to pick up Sophie turned her attention to school, although she couldn’t deny that she often found her thoughts drifting to Adam and the acts she had been convinced to perform. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed, per se, but she did wonder on more than one occasion if she’d made the right decision in signing the contract. As if he could sense her thoughts her cell phone rang one morning, seeing his name on the caller ID enough to snap Sophie out of her funk. “Adam! Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon..” Her voice trailed off as he explained that she already had a new job lined up. “This weekend you said? I kinda had plans already.” She tried not to sound whiny, but she’d really been looking forward to attending a frat party that everyone had been talking about. It was evident from his tone that there was no room for negotiation. “I’ll be waiting Saturday morning then. I can’t wait to see you!” The last part wasn't a whine at least.

Karl was relieved to see that Lexi had returned to the Manor of her own accord. Not that he hadn't been expecting it; the woman had been too well-trained, and influenced by her Father, to do anything stupid. Still, a part of him had being anxious that she'd remain with Richard, and he'd need to inform Blair Huntington of the liaison with her ex-lover. And if that was revealed, his own intentions for the woman would be shot down in flames.

Her reaction, as he grabbed her elbow with a firmness he normally wouldn't have dared, in the knowledge that he was in full control of the situation, caused a smile to creep on to his face. One which bared his teeth, and couldn't exactly be called pleasant. "I'm sorry, I presumed you must have been an intruder attempting to break-in; those not wishing to avoid detection generally use the front entrance." Karl realised his unusual demeanour risked making Lexi aware of the full extent of his discovery; if it hadn't already; but that didn't overly disturb the Head of Security. What could she do, who could she turn to? Nothing, and no-one, as far as he was concerned, and Karl's expression remained cocky when his fingers their hold on her elbow, and allowed her to free of his grasp.

"Need I remind you, Ms Huntington, that it is my business. Your Father remunerates me to protect his little girl, and ensure she remains out of trouble. That you're to accompany us to Los Angeles is not negotiable. However, if you'd like discuss the matter with your Father, feel free. As I'm certain you're aware, the great man does so enjoy it when his actions are questioned. Especially." A pause as his gaze lowered to take a long, lingering look at her cleavage; the sentence only finished when his eyes once again met hers. "By a woman." One final smirk before Alexandra was left in his wake, as Karl quickened his pace, and strode ahead.

He'd need to organise things with Blair immediately, and glanced over his shoulder as he reached the hallway door. There was no way he could chance Alexandra running into Mr Huntington before he spoke to the man, or else there'd be much explaining to do. By the both of them. "Shall I advise your Father that you wish to speak to him?" An eyebrow arched, and the man laughed. "Enjoy your night." Without bothering to wait and hold the door open for Alexandra, Karl stepped through, and hurried to his employer's study.

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"Is there a problem?"

"No Sir, no problem." Karl closed the door behind him, and met the stare of Blair Huntington. "I've advised Alexandra that she is to accompany us on the journey to Los Angeles. I'm concerned your Daughter has displayed a little too much independence lately; particularly with that incident at the cocktail party where I was required to go searching for her; and thought it appropriate she be subtly reminded of her place in the Huntington family hierarchy. I hope you don't mind, Sir." Karl tensed as he awaited the reaction.

The older man's lips pursed, and he reached up to remove his glasses, piercing blue eyes locked on his Chief of Security. "As to your other plans for the weekend; I assume they won't be disturbed?"

"Ms Huntington will be confined to the West Wing of the House."

A pause as the Patriarch pinched the bridge of his nose. Then, he nodded. 'Very well, I trust your judgement, and I have been intending to discuss with Alexandra the announcement of her engagement to James Astor, without the meddling of her Mother. This may kill two birds with one stone."

Decision made, with no display of concern for his daughter's welfare, Blair replaced his spectacles, and waved at a bottle of whiskey, which sat on a side-table adjacent to the desk behind which he was seated. "Pour us a drink, sit down, and we'll discuss arrangements."

"Thank you, Sir." The Head of Security barely resisted the urge to smile as he reached for the bottle; mind too focused on other matters to recall that he'd left the security office unattended, and unlocked.

In reality Alexandra tried her best to avoid all of her father’s guard dogs if she could, with varying levels of success. Generally as long as she stuck to her scheduled appearances and remained in her wing of the manor they had no reason to seek her out. The fact that she snuck in the back entrance of the house may have been out of the ordinary, but it wouldn’t have warranted an interrogation from another security member. Except for Karl, of course. Although she’d never been overly fond of him their interactions were usually cordial, and something was obviously very different now. The menacing grin on his face and the less than friendly touch on her elbow made warning bells go off for the socialite, and she knew something was wrong.

But what? For a heart stopping moment she wondered if Karl had seen her and Richard together, but then decided she was just imagining things. They had been careful, hadn’t they? There was simply no way Karl could have known where she had just come from. The best defense was a good offense, and Lexi tried to redirect the conversation back to safer topics than her previous whereabouts. “Need I remind you that I don’t answer to you, Karl?” Her lips were pursed in irritation at his blatant staring at her chest, and she was belatedly glad she had thought to zip up her jacket before she came into the house. If he had gotten a glimpse of her hickey covered skin then she would have been in even deeper trouble.

Before she could threaten to go directly to her father he was already striding down the hallway, leaving her rooted in place and watching him go with raised eyebrows. Something was definitely going on, but Lexi wasn’t sure that she wanted to follow him and find out. She didn’t follow after, although as he passed through the doorway she called after him. “I think I will speak with my father, now that you mention it!” Her voice echoed briefly in the corridor, and she turned to head through a different doorway to her own wing before pausing to reconsider. With the head of security gone, there should be no one left in the control room. It would be the perfect opportunity to plant the flash drive, if she could manage it.

The socialite stood in the hallway, indecisively biting her bottom lip for a moment before making her choice. Now that she knew Karl was gone for the time being she wasn’t sure when another opportunity would come, and she prayed he would be gone long enough for them to get what they needed. Not wanting to waste another second Lexi hastened back down the hallway to the security center, not entirely unsurprised when the door swung open without needing a key. The room itself was fairly spacious, and contained an extensive row of computers, monitors, and equipment. For a moment she gazed around, wondering where to start. From what she could tell they were all interconnected, so she simply chose the one in the middle that seemed to be the main command center.

Her hands shook with nervousness as she fished the flash drive from her purse and stuck it into one of the available slots, hoping that it would just begin downloading what they needed. From the outside nothing appeared to be happening, but she had to trust that Richard had programmed it correctly. Now, she waited. With each minute that ticked by her stress levels rose incrementally, blue eyes continually flashing to the door and wondering how long she would be alone for. While she waited she fished out her phone and typed a quick text to Richard letting him know that she was now required to join Huntington Sr in Los Angeles. And that she had been able to plant the flash drive.

Soon enough her nerves got the better of the heiress as she approached the 20 minute mark in the security control center, and she could wait no longer to be discovered. Hoping that the drive had uncovered enough data she jerked it out of the computer and nearly ran from the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she left the room and sped towards her personal suite.

Richard had hardly moved in the hours that Lexi had been gone. His mind had been too occupied with thoughts of what had just occurred, and the future to come, to enable him to concentrate on work. He'd fidgeted, and paced the house for half an hour, concerned for Lexi, and attempting to convince himself that it was impossible for anyone to be aware of their clandestine meetings. However, a sense of foreboding remained, and Richard had flopped on to the sofa, and poured himself a whiskey. No tv, no radio, just the bottle and Richard, alone with his worries. An hour passed, two, three, and he eventually drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

Beep....beep.....beep

The man's eyes shot open and he flew out of his seat with enough velocity to cause the liquor glass which had fallen into his lap to fly in the air, and dregs of alcohol to stain the carpet, but that was the least of Richard's concerns. An alarm had been set-up on his computer, linked to the software he'd provided Lexi. She must have installed the driver. He glanced at his watch, and smiled briefly when he saw it had only taken a few hours. It appeared fortune was on their side.

By the time his phone chirped, Richard was already in Huntington's network; his countenance one of shock and excitement. He'd fucking known it. One browser tab was opened to a porn site, and he stared at the image of a smiling, but seemingly nervous, gorgeous, young co-ed, attired in a navy sun-dress, that took up three-quarters of the screen. Next to it was a video file which contained footage of an initial 'modelling' interview, and beneath that lay smaller thumbnail images, each with the girl in various states of undress. At the bottom was a short biography, and the promise of more inside. Much, much more. A banner across the top, and hyper-linked to a pay-wall, screamed:

It could be YOUR daughter
THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
Only $29.95 per month
Subscribe Now

Richard flicked between that tab, and the one he'd previously opened, containing email conversations between Adam Levine, and Karl Williams, Chief of Huntington Security, and an expression of anger crossed his features. Poor girl. It hadn't taken him long to break into the website, and discover the contract signed by Sophie Scott, as well as the full video of her being manipulated into stripping, and then fucked, in Levine's studio, or to comprehend the bleak future ahead for the college-student.

What Richard read may not have been illegal, but it was sure as hell immoral, and in his opinion, enough to take Huntington down, and free Lexi. The man's reputation would be forever smeared, and political aspirations derailed, if the public discovered his penchant for eighteen year old girls; and for men with Huntington's ego and lust for power and influence, keeping a reputation intact over-rode all else. How to best use the information, and ensure his and Lexi's ongoing safety, was already running through his mind when he finally grabbed his phone to check the message. "Fuck". The hacker's stomach sank as he read of his lover's unexpected trip.

However, that wasn't the only reason for his cursing. The emails between Karl and Adam had turned into gobbledygook on the screen. "Fuck." He screamed again, and frantically tapped at keys, but it was too late. By the time he'd realised what was occurring, the information had disappeared; as if it had never existed. Richard's fist slammed against the desk, and he stood, swearing and screaming.

A feeling of pure dread had struck like a lightning bolt; Why the hell had they changed their initial plans? Why was now Lexi required to accompany them? Had their liaisons been discovered? What were their intentions for Alexandra? And did that change those they had for Sophie Scott? Every possible scenario rolled around in Richard's head; none of them good; and he realised that there was only one way to find the answers and gain undeniable proof of Huntington's activities. He'd need travel to Los Angeles.

His hands shook as he left the room to pour himself another shot of whiskey to settle his nerves before he responded Lexi's message. Not wanting to frighten her, or give Alexandra cause to do anything unpredictable, he replied as succinctly as he could. "Got it. Security's much tighter than expected. Could only view in real-time. Have information, it's all going down in LA. Will travel there. Love you Lexi, be careful. We'll be together soon, I promise."

Text sent, Richard fell back onto the sofa, and closed his eyes, trying to figure out what the plan he'd just promised Lexi he possessed actually was.

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Karl, with his plan in place, and Huntington on board, decided it best not to antagonise Lexi, or further her suspicions before the trip. His new-found attitude should have given her enough to stew over, and he'd have plenty of opportunity in Los Angeles to converse with the Heiress, and bring to her attention that, in future, she'd be the one required to acquiesce to his demands and do Karl's bidding, rather than the other way around.

He remained unsure if she'd approached her Father, not that the Security Chief thought it would do any good if she had. The next time he spoke to her was on the morning of the flight, when he collected her bags, shot her a smile, and allowed his gaze to linger on her body without care. "Time to go, can't keep the Great Man waiting."

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Definitely anticipating the trip was Adam Levine. The website was going gangbusters, almost doubling in memberships each day. Sophie Scott had been the perfect choice, and as he reviewed the footage over and over he discovered he missed her youthful and infectious company; almost as much as missed her tight, teenage cunt.

The pornographer, with camera slung over one shoulder, cheerily greeted a couple of students who'd stopped to watch him walk across the College grounds on his way to collect Sophie, and pondered what she'd told her friends in regards to the handsome older man who was becoming a regular on Campus. And if she'd yet cottoned-on to the fact that this road-trip would once more involve her new 'lover' filming her being used by random strangers, for the voyeuristic pleasure of anyone with access to the internet and a credit card.

What had started out as a wonderful day had soon turned sour, and Alexandra spent the remainder of that night and the next day paranoid that what she’d done would be found out by Karl or her Father. She had extra reason to be nervous between her illicit tryst with Richard and also planting the usb drive on the security system’s main computer, and so the heiress remained in her suite of rooms the following day under the guise of “packing” for their upcoming trip. In reality she didn’t want to arouse anyone’s suspicions by acting apprehensively, and as time had passed she found that Richard had been a bit overly enthusiastic during their lovemaking and there was more than one mark forming on her skin. Lexi didn’t mind the reminders of their time spent together, but it would be a giveaway to anyone else who might have seen them.

She was glad no one questioned her excuse the following day regarding her seclusion, the advent of the trip enough to ensure that most of the house staff was busy with preparations and left her alone with her worries. After she had planted the drive and stayed as long as she dared the socialite had fled to her rooms and waited anxiously to hear back from Richard, wondering if she had succeeded in getting him the necessary information. The impromptu trip was a wrench in their plans, but she felt a measure of relief when he finally replied later that night that he’d managed to get what he needed. While she was morbidly curious what he had found, Lexi figured in the long run it was better if she didn’t know and therefore wouldn’t be able to give away any classified information. It was enough to deal with her own secrets, let alone the dirty ones of her father.

When she had tried to follow through about why her presence was necessary on the trip her father had brushed her off with an excuse that he was too busy to answer her silly questions, and that if she must have details then she had better ask Karl. Since the latter was out of the question the heiress was left even more irritable about the trip, and as the day of their departure dawned she found a strange feeling of foreboding settling over her. Luckily she hadn’t encountered the head of security until the day of the trip, but even then as his eyes raked over her conservatively dressed body she couldn’t keep the revulsion from her icy mask. “Then hurry up with my bags!” She snapped at him, drawing her coat closed against her breast and hiding the hint of cleavage that had peaked from her otherwise conservative outfit. Having to spend a few hours in transit with him and her father was like a special form of torture devised solely for her, and she said little else as she slid into the waiting limousine.

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While Sophie had known what time Adam was coming to pick her up, like most college students she had stayed up a bit too late the prior evening and thus slept through her alarm. When the annoying beeping of her phone had finally managed to rouse the young co-ed she’d grumbled at the time and stumbled into the shower for a quick way to wake up. Although she could have been dressed fairly quickly Adam hadn’t given her an indication of where they were going or who they would be meeting so she didn’t want to be under-dressed.

Therefore when he finally appeared at her door she greeted him with a smile and a towel wrapped around her lithe body. “Adam! Sorry I’m not quite ready yet.” Sophie drew him into her tiny little dorm room with a giggle, slamming the door behind him and leaning up to meet his lips in a lingering kiss. There was definitely more than a typical boss-employee relationship between them, and the teen couldn’t help but be drawn to the older man. “I’ll be ready in a sec, okay?” The room was essentially an open layout with a bed, closet, desk, and small attached bathroom and she spoke over her shoulder as she walked over to survey the contents of her messy closet. “Where are we going, anyway? Do I need to dress up?”

Karl allowed his eyes to continue to linger on Lexi's body for a few moments longer; holding back a laugh at the way she covered up; then met her icy gaze. Rather than her demeanour angering him, it only increased his anticipation for what was to come. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and Karl was amused by the knowledge that Lexi appeared to have no idea that she'd be paying ten-fold for each harsh word and cold stare. By the end of the day, covering up her tits would be the least of Alexandra's concerns, as every inch of her naked flesh would be his for the taking. Unless, of course, she preferred to face the wrath of her Father, and the prospect of having the last vestige of even the limited freedom she currently possessed being stripped away. Forever.

James Astor wouldn't take too kindly to the news of Lexi's liaison with Richard either, so a betrothal would likely bring no relief. In fact, Karl believed it would make her situation even more unbearable; Astor's anger at the blow to his ego causing him to treat his wife as servant and slave; expected to do nothing but service his needs, look pretty on his arm, and keep her mouth shut. It wasn't as if James desired to marry the woman out of love, or a need for companionship; he had mistresses and whores for that; but instead for convenience and connections.

"Sorry, M'aam." The sarcasm was evident in Karl's tone as he bent to collect her bags, and escorted Lexi to the Limousine which awaited to deliver them to Huntington's private jet. With the Patriarch's busy schedule they'd left it until the morning of the weekend conference to depart. Blair sat in the back seat, and lowered the newspaper he was reading to briefly greet Alexandra, then focused his attention on the Head of Security, who'd deposited the bags in the trunk.

"What's our schedule?"

Karl slipped in to the seat opposite Huntington, knocked on the glass partition to signal the driver that they were ready to leave, then faced his employer. "The team will meet us on the plane, and escort you directly to the conference on arrival. I'll accompany Alexandra to the property, get her settled in, and finalise arrangements for this evening. There should be a window of an hour or two between when you return from the conference, and the arrival of our guests, for you and Ms Huntington to discuss the matter we spoke about last night."

"Very good." Blair nodded his approval, shot a quick glance at his daughter, then continued on with his reading; as if the woman they'd just so casually referred to wasn't sitting two feet away. Her questions, opinions or thoughts were of no consequence.

Karl remained silent throughout the rest of the drive, and once at the airport busied himself with security arrangements; leaving an underling to attend to the Huntington's for the duration of the flight.

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A dazzling smile lit up Adam's face, and an appreciative whistle left his lips as Sophie opened the door clad in only a towel; providing a glimpse of the slim, young body he'd come to know so well. And a multitude of other men would come to know even better. Her greeting put to rest any worries that she was angry with him, and as Adam returned the soft lingering kiss, a hand drifted down to pat her ass. "No problem Sophie. We're in no big rush."

When the kiss broke, and she moved to her closet, the pornographer rested against the side wall and casually snapped a few pictures; close-ups, full-body, and of her dorm. The viewers would appreciate images of the co-ed's living quarters, and everyday life. "It's an inside shoot; a few hours drive, and outfits will be provided so wear anything you like." One outfit would be provided anyway, and of the type unlikely to be contained in Sophie's closet.

Levine paused, arched an eyebrow, and his tone teased. "However, I'm certain a woman with a little extra cash burning a hole in her pocket couldn't resist treating herself to a shopping expedition. Am I right? Maybe you've something you'd like to show off." A subtle reminder to the teen of money she'd made, and the prospect of more to come, Adam was careful not to mention the contract, or exactly how the bonus had been earned. "Now, make up your mind before I decide to ravish you right here."

Levine shot her a conspiratorial wink, and lifted the camera in readiness for Sophie to slip free of the towel.

There was something different in the way that Karl continued to interact with her and it was making the heiress increasingly nervous. Alexandra couldn’t put her finger on what may have changed between their formally cordial and distant exchanges, but she was not fond of his newfound lecherous confidence. In the small amount of time that had passed since her tryst with Richard she had longed to sneak out of the manor and go to see her lover again, but if their encounter in the hallway as she had attempted to sneak back into the house was any indication there was no way she’d be able to go anywhere in the manor without Karl’s eagle eyes upon her.

Lexi didn’t deign to respond to his sarcastic reply, although her blue eyes shot him a disdainful glance before she turned with a huff and sauntered out to the car. Despite their unexpected shift in dynamic she was still a Huntington, and intended to act like it to remind him of that status. The heiress slipped on a pair of sunglasses and slid into the back seat of the limo to find her father already waiting. “Father, good morning.” Her greeting was less than enthusiastic given her sudden requested presence on the trip and the lack of information she’d been given regarding it. As Karl also took his place across from them she deliberately turned her head to watch the passing scenery as they headed to the airport, purposely attempting to ignore them.

Although the socialite may have feigned an air of indifference at their conversation she could not help but turn to regard the pair of them at the mention of her name, and a matter that had been discussed. Her blonde brows rose in silent question, yet after a moment the conversation came to an abrupt halt. A number of questions waited eagerly on her tongue, but Lexi had learned long ago not to question her father unless addressed directly. When it became clear no more information would be forthcoming she huffed again and turned back toward the window, trying to ignore the knot of anxiety that was building in her core as she wondered for the thousandth time what waited for her in Los Angeles.

Thankfully all preparations for their trip had been seamless, and the flight aboard their private plane was uneventful. More than once during the flight Alexandra had glanced over at her father and thought about questioning him, but each time she held her tongue. It was best not to antagonize the patriarch if possible, at least not until she knew for certain Richard had the information he needed to guarantee her freedom. As they landed in Los Angeles her earlier nervousness began to return, and Lexi knew the hours ahead of her would be agonizing to wait through. She wished she could call or text Richard for reassurance, but after their meeting she'd made sure to delete any traces of their communication from her phone.

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The teen’s excitement over seeing Adam again overshadowed any residual anger or resentment she may have harbored, and the money she’d spent in the meantime helped as well. Her lips turned into a playful pout as he admitted that they weren’t in a hurry, and she sighed theatrically. “Now you tell me! Here I am, rushing around getting ready when I could still be in bed!” Sophie gestured to her unmade bed, the sheets rumpled and thrown back to reveal playful striped sheets right at home in a teen’s room. It was clearly implied that she meant they both could have been in bed. “You’re lucky I like you so much, to get up this early on the weekend.”

The co-ed chuckled as she spoke, ignoring the sound of the camera’s clicking. After spending some time in the older man’s presence it was almost second nature to hear that in the background. Sophie turned back to her closet, one hand fisted on her hip as she considered the myriad of options. Indeed she had spent some of the money she’d made on retail therapy, in addition to paying off some of her student loan debt. “Well…I may have a few new things in here! Not that you’re giving me any reasons to move quicker.” Sophie grinned at him over her shoulder, the messy bun she’d pulled her long mahogany locks into bobbing atop her head. Without hesitation she dropped the towel she’d wrapped around her body, revealing the smooth expanse of her lightly tanned back and her toned ass.

Inside the closet she spied a shopping bag, and the teen made sure to bend over slowly to rummage through its contents and display the curves of her backside to Adam. With relish she finally dug out a set of white lacy undergarments and proceeded to leisurely don them. The lace was nearly see-through as she turned to reveal the garments to him, her rosy nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric of the bra. “They’re a good investment, don’t you agree?” Sophie asked him with a cheeky smile.

Karl spent most of the flight to Los Angeles, alone, reclined in a leather chair at the front of the aircraft, in contemplation of best how to approach the situation with Alexandra. As keen as he was to have the women naked, with legs spread, and his cock buried inside her, Karl wasn't going to force it immediately.

Ever since he'd discovered the reunion with Richard, the man's dislike of her 'kind' had intensified. That she'd gone against what certainly would have been the express wishes of her Father; Karl's employer; who'd provided his daughter with a lifestyle most woman could only dream of, was proof Alexandra Huntington was an entitled, stuck-up, egotistical bitch who assumed she didn't need follow the rules. Not only did Karl desire to fuck Lexi, he wanted to see her humiliated and taught a lesson. So he'd take his time.

However, that didn't mean he wasn't going to impart his knowledge as soon as possible. Not at all. Half the fun would be in having her aware of his discovery, and keeping her on edge in regards to the consequences. The Head of Security had remained obsequious and respectful as they'd collecte'd the baggage, and carried Alexandra's bags to the awaiting Limousines, but his demeanour changed once he'd seen Blair off with the rest of the security team, and they were alone.

Karl focused his attention on Lexi as he shut the trunk, and stepped around to unlatch the passenger side door. "So, Ms Huntington, just the two of us. A good opportunity to become acquainted. Imagine all these years I've been working for your Father, yet we've never really conversed. What shall we talk about?" A querying eyebrow raised as a hand lifted to the breast pocket of his dark gray suit jacket and withdrew a sheaf of paper. With his gaze locked on hers, Karl allowed the paper to unfold, displaying a full colour photo of she and her ex-lover embracing in the front yard of his residence. "How about Richard Treloar. Tell me, has the kid managed to grow a set of balls yet?"

The triumphant smile didn't quite reach his eyes, and Karl's tone was ice-cold as he watched Lexi, to see the impact his revelation had, and motioned to the vehicle. "Get in."

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Adam hadn't forgotten what delightful company Sophie was, or how the girl apparently managed to portray a sense of innocence and sensuality at the same time; or even if she were aware that's how he, and Adam was sure, many other men, viewed her. He also hadn't forgotten that, hidden under that exterior, was a young woman who could be manipulated by the right touches, and promise of pleasure. If not, there was always the contract.

His gaze drifted to the striped sheets, and a knowing smile played across his face when he glanced back at her. "Well, I'm glad I could tempt you out of bed, it wouldn't have been much fun without me anyway." Levine winked, but didn't move to touch ; he was enjoying the view, and photo opportunity, too much. Another appreciative whistle left his lips when the towel fell, and his eyes moved down the smooth skin of her back, and slim youthful body, to the tight, firm curves of her ass. The one that had already seen its first toy, but tonight was to take its first cock. And not his. The camera stopped clicking, and Adam finally moved.

When she turned, he'd reached her, and a hand met Sophie's waist as his eyes lowered to take in the lacy white lingerie, and rosy pink nipples which peeked through the bra. "A very good investment." His head tilted back up and lips brushed Sophie's in a soft kiss as the hand on her waist slid up to cup a breast. 'I almost forget how damn sexy you were." Flattery as fingertips tweaked a nipple, then his touch left to travel down her body. "Did you miss me?"

The kisses continued between words, and his palm glided over the smooth, flat panes of Sophie's abdomen; not stopping until it reached the thin layer of fabric between her legs. "Did this miss me?" Adam whispered against her lips as his digits lightly traced the outlines of Sophie's pussy through the material, then he suddenly pulled back with a teasing grin on his face. "Hurry, I've a surprise for you outside."

He could have fucked Sophie right there, and enjoyed every second of it, but the video camera's had been set-up in the vehicle; a top of the line bright yellow Mercedes S65 AMG convertible he'd leased for the weekend - the surprise mentioned to Sophie, and one which should attract plenty of attention, particularly from her fellow students. Adam backed up another step with his eyes still on the teen's. "If you're good, we might have time for some fun along the way."

Despite the numerous trips and vacations Alexandra had taken by plane she wasn’t the biggest fan of flying, an inexplicable nervousness always seemed to grip her and make her wish fervently to be back on the ground. That coupled with her anxiousness from the events of the past days and her upcoming “talk” with her father ensured that the heiress did not turn down the stewardess’ offer of mimosas in the hopes that the champagne would be able to calm her down slightly. She sat in the back of the aircraft, as far from her father and Karl as possible as she contemplated exactly what she would be dealing with in Los Angeles.

Clearly this was different from previous business trips, and the fact that her presence was demanded made the socialite think the worst. Mercifully for her the flight was otherwise uneventful, and she let out a great sigh of relief when her heeled feet touched the tarmac in L.A. The sun was shining brightly despite the dark cloud of uncertainty that seemed to hang over her, and Lexi watched behind mirrored sunglasses as her father and the majority of the security team departed in one limousine without a word to her. Leaving her and Karl. Alone. A sinking feeling began to form in the pit of her stomach, but the heiress kept her face emotionless as she watched him load the luggage in the car.

It was so ingrained in her to wait for vehicle doors to be opened that Lexi hadn’t even considered she could have already slipped into the limo to escape him momentarily, and by the time Karl had slammed the trunk shut he was already engaging her in conversation. Her blonde brows rose in momentary confusion at his seemingly random topic, although her sunglasses hid the minor irritation that sparked at the banal chatter. “I believe we’re as acquainted as we should be. Considering you are an employee of my family.” Her tone was chilly as she spoke, implying that she considered him beneath her status and thus unworthy of further acquaintance. In reality she was attempting to keep him at arm’s length, and limit their interaction as much as possible.

Before she could slide into the backseat of the car a movement from the corner of her eye made her pause and tilt her head so that she could see Karl pull something from his pocket. There she was, with Richard. At his home. Weakly she reached out to brace herself on the door of the car, her mind racing with possible excuses. After a moment she drew herself up again, thankful for the sunglasses that hid her shock and horror-filled eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She finally managed to bite out, unwilling to admit to the evidence that he had presented to her. Briefly she glanced around to see that no one had witnessed the interaction before sliding into the car, not realizing she had just sealed her fate. "What is it that you want?"

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It was true that for all her sexual appeal Sophia was still just a teenager that could be easily manipulated, and it seemed Adam was particularly skilled at pushing and tempting her alternately. She was busy sliding into the lingerie when he spoke, although she paused in fastening the bra to laugh brightly. “Oh, who said anything about inviting you into my bed? I’m not sure the two of us would have fit..” Or they would have needed to be creative, at least. It was clear she was jesting by her breathy tone, and they both knew she would have let him fuck her right there if he wanted to.

The teasing was fun for her, but the young co-ed couldn’t contain her sigh of contentment when he finally abandoned the camera and moved to embrace her. Sophie eagerly met his kisses, molding her curvaceous body to his without shame. Her breath hitched at the jolt of pleasure that raced down her spine as he skillfully touched her breast, both nipples instantly hardening at the light brush of his fingertips. “You know I did!” She answered him, nearly whining as she felt his hand leave her chest and slowly slide down to the apex of her thighs, where he could no doubt already feel the wetness beginning to build.

“That definitely missed you too..” Her voice trailed off to a whisper, and making her wonder why she had even bothered with lingerie in the first place. The sensual look on her face was soon replaced with disbelief, and then a pout as Adam deliberately pulled away with a grin on his face. “Adam! You’re such a jerk!” Now that she was all hot and bothered the last thing she wanted to do was hurry and get dressed, although the mention of a surprise did soften her indignation a bit. Not one to be deterred so easily the teen sauntered after the older man, again leaning up to kiss him but this time letting her hands wander down to brush the front of his trousers and his belt buckle. “What if I don’t want to be good?”

Karl placed his hand on the roof, and watched for Alexandra's reaction. The only thing which would have been more enjoyable was if she hadn't been wearing the mirrored sunglasses, and he'd been able to see the full extent of shock the revelation of his knowledge had caused. However, that was a minor issue, and the man was certain he'd be having the opportunity to view the woman's eyes express a number of emotions before the day was out. He'd expected a denial, and that was exactly what she provided, but the strength of it was belied by the manner in which she'd followed instructions, and entered the Limousine.

Immediately she did, the head of Security rapped on the driver's window to indicate that they were ready to leave, and placed himself opposite Alexandra Huntington; her final question ringing in his ears, and bringing an expression of satisfaction to his face. They were separated from the driver by a privacy screen, and Karl ensured the intercom was switched off. Not that it would overly matter if they were heard; the man was supplied by a Chauffeur service and would rarely, if ever, be seen again once the fifteen minute journey to Blair Huntington's secret residence was completed.

Only when the car commenced to move, did Karl fold up the piece of paper, place it in his breast pocket, and lay his gaze on Lexi. He casually relaxed in the leather seat, and crossed one leg over another; a picture of composure. "What do I want?" That smile of his; the one which bared his teeth, and didn't quite reach his eyes; appeared as the man deliberately dropped his gaze to Lexi's body. "Who says I want anything? As you politely reminded me, I'm only an employee. Of Blair, or course, not you, and I'm just doing my job. I considered it appropriate for us to discuss the matter in-confidence before I advised your Father of the situation. Unless you'd rather he not be made aware, and have something of value to trade for my silence?"

A cocky smirk had replaced the smile when his eyes lifted to meet hers, and Karl reached for a bottle of water that sat in an ice-bucket on a console between them. He unhurriedly removed the cap; totally calm and in control; and arched a brow at the woman opposite. "However, what could an uptight bitch such as you possibly have to offer, that a man may be interested in. Any suggestions, Miss Huntington?"

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The teen definitely had a natural appeal which Adam presumed, along with her looks, must have won many admirers amongst the males on campus, and that caused him to briefly ponder just how many had talked their way into the co-ed's bed. And how her life would change when they those who'd failed in their attempts, and could only fantasise of fucking her, discovered Sophie Scott's new career. Adam Levine intended to make it public knowledge in the very near future. More members for the site.

"Oh no, then who else were you going to invite?" Adam's brows raised, and he scowled in mock jealousy before their lips met in a soft kiss. "Someone who wouldn't ravish you forcefully enough to break it?" He grinned, and fingers tweaked her nipple until it began to stiffen, then his touch slid down to the lacy white thong. The question of if she'd missed him didn't really need to be asked, as he could feel dampness under the fabric. Good.

Her reaction when he pulled away brought forth a laugh, and Adam's countenance was one of good humour. "Oh, so I'm a jerk, am I?" He shook his head, and went to say something further, however the words were replaced by a groan when her hand brushed the front of his pants. Simply being in the vicinity of the teenager, and in possession of the knowledge of what was to occur later that night, was enough to have given the man a raging hard-on. "You really are a horny, little thing"

Levine teased as he pushed his erection firmly in to her touch, and lifted a hand to slap a palm against her panty-clad butt. "If you're bad, I'd have to punish you." His tone was mock serious as he spanked her again, then pulled her towards him with a playful roughness that lifted her on to her toes, and pressed his lips to hers. "Would you like that, Sophie?"

His expression had turned to one of curiosity, and something else which couldn't quite be defined, when he broke the kiss and pulled back to scan her youthful face. "To be punished by my cock. Fucked like a whore?" Though lightly asked, the words were designed to remind Sophie of the last occasion they'd been alone, and of the names he'd uttered which had appeared to arouse her. As hopefully had, despite her protestations, those of he and Kane when they'd double-teamed Sophie. Epithets she'd be certain to hear again that evening when the schoolgirl accommodated even more men.

"Are you my whore, Sophie?" The eighteen year old's lacy white thong landed on the floor as Adam hooked his fingers into the material, then moved his hand between her legs. Lips curled up into a knowing smile as, in the absence of fabric, he noted just how wet she already was. The older man's thumb shifted to rub her clit, and a digit slipped in to her tight cunt.

Levine whispered into the next kiss as he slowly fingered the teen, and used his free hand to manoeuvre the co-ed towards her desk. The pornographer had initially intended to wait until they were on the road to fuck his new star, for the benefit of the camera's, rather than do so in the privacy of her dorm. However, plans were subject to change, and she could still always suck him off in the Mercedes. "Are you?"

This was bad. Really, really bad. Alexandra had known there was the possibility that she and Richard could be found out, but she’d thought she had been careful when arranging their meeting. She’d taken care to call a taxi, and didn’t think anyone had realized she had snuck out of the house. Clearly, she hadn’t been careful enough after being presented with Karl’s indisputable evidence. Lexi didn’t need more than a glance at the photo to know that she was in deep trouble, the issue now was what could she do to cover herself?

As she slid into the limousine the heiress knew she couldn’t keep this information to herself, and she quickly yanked her phone from her back pocket and tapped out a quick message to Richard. In L.A. Karl knows about us. She didn’t have time to add any more before the head of security entered the car behind her, but at least Lexi could share the burden of their discovery with her partner in crime. A small part of her felt guilty for going behind her father’s back, but a larger part of her didn’t give a fuck what her father would say when he found out. She’d been under the control of her family for far too long, and she was praying that whatever Richard had found on their computers would be enough ammunition to ensure her father would let her go quietly.

Warily she watched Karl, now turning her attention to the problem of dealing with him. Lexi had position herself as far away from him as possible, although that wasn’t very far considering that they were in a moving vehicle. A frown appeared on her face as she watched the man, the expression growing darker as he casually mentioned he would be speaking to her father about the issue. “I’m not a little girl anymore.” Her tone was bitter as she spoke. “I don’t appreciate you going to tattle to my father about my private friendships.” Perhaps she would be able to downplay her meeting with Richard? He didn’t have any proof of what had occurred inside the house.

The unaffected demeanor she had been trying portray was broken by Karl’s last query, and the derogatory way he addressed her. “Excuse me?! How dare you call me that!” Her blonde brows were furrowed in anger as she glared at Karl, although the expression was lost behind her sunglasses. “I assumed you would want to be paid off, like every other bottom feeder who resorts to blackmail.”

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With a body and personality like Sophie’s it wouldn’t have been a stretch to imagine that guys were constantly coming onto her, and truthfully she did have to deal with quite a few offers whenever she went out around campus. Before that fateful meeting with Adam she had still been acclimating to life at college and keeping up with her courses, which left little time for random dalliances. After meeting him and being shown what she had been missing the teen would have been lying if she hadn’t thought about bringing home another guy to satisfy her when her own touch wasn’t enough. Her infatuation with the older man always stopped her from actually bringing someone back, however.

“No one you’d know.” It was said with a wink, leaving him to decide if she was joking or not. He wasn’t far from the truth at the mention of how horny she was. After being shown by him how easy it was to achieve pleasure the co-ed found herself being turned on by simple touches, and after his teasing there was no way she would have left her room without some sort of release first. “Well it was you who made me this way..” Sophie paused as she felt his cock stiffen against the fabric of his pants and a wicked grin appeared. “Although I’m glad I’m not the only one affected.”

Her last word ended in a squeal as his palm connected with her toned ass, the sound maturing into a moan as their bodies and lips met. “Fuck! Yes, punish me!” Sophie would have said anything at that point to get his cock into her slick cunt, his filthy words making her thighs clench together in anticipation. Her hands eagerly began to undo his belt buckle as she felt the lacy fabric of her thong fall to the floor. “Adam, please!” She whimpered into his mouth as she finally felt his touch where she needed it most, her hips already undulating against his hand. “I’m your whore!” Sophie let him guide her over to the messy desk, the surface scattered with a plethora of books and stray papers. “I need you inside of me..” Her words were a whine, her hands moving back to his belt to finally free the buckle.

Karl shook his head, pressed his lips together in a mocking smile, and stared at the woman opposite him. "I called you an uptight bitch, as that's what you are." Trapped in the moving vehicle, there was no opportunity for escape, and the Head of Security was content to play games with the Heiress until they reached the Los Angeles mansion.

He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long draught of chilled water before he continued. "Your Father decides whose company you keep, and if you truly possessed the courage to disobey his wishes, regardless of consequences, you'd have escaped years ago. However, then Blair would have used every resource at his disposal to hunt you down, and from then on the only occasion on which you would have been allowed to see the outside world, would have been the one day a year I accompanied you to Treloar's gravesite. A reminder of whose daughter you were. Of whose daughter you still are."

Karl shrugged as he casually replaced the cap on the water bottle, and threw it aside. With eyes still locked on hers he leaned forward to invade Lexi's personal space, and lowered his voice to a whisper. The man hadn't noticed her send the text to her lover, but even if he had, it would have pleased rather than concerned him. He had his own plans for Treloar, and if Richard wanted to play the hero, and come riding in on his white horse to rescue the Princess; mind to occupied with concerns for Lexi's safety to take proper precautions; Karl's victory would be even sweeter. "You have no concept of what your Father is capable of, or how far he'll go to protect his reputation and ego, do you, Alexandra?"

The Head of Security remained motionless for a few seconds, with eyebrow raised, to allow the implications of his words to sink in, then fell back in the seat with a chuckle, and lifted a hand to wave her assumption away. "I'm in no need of money; Blair compensates me well. What I intend is to have a taste of what, I'm certain, you provide Richard Treloar free. As you said, you're no longer a little girl, and that means it's time you learned where a woman's place truly is. On her knees." The Limousine turned off the main Freeway, and up an incline, towards where a row of mansions overlooked the city. Karl glanced out the window, so that the irritation which had built up from her insult, and he'd attempted not to provide Alexandra the satisfaction of reacting to, could dissipate. "Even to a bottom-feeder such as me."

The distraction didn't work completely as the man's tone, though not angry, had lost any remaining semblance of warmth or good humour, and his pupils had darkened with spite when he refocused them on the Heiress, and withdrew his cell from a side pocket. "You'll either be my bitch." Karl tossed the phone in to her lap. "Or you call your Father, and sign your lover's death warrant."

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That Sophie Scott wasn't the type to sleep with any cute guy who displayed an interest was one of the reasons she was the perfect 'Girl Next Door'; though, in time, Adam Levine intended for the young woman not only to be fucked by older and more experienced men, but also to be available to any halfway-handsome male on Campus who wished to use her. Spy-camera's installed in her dorm room would stream those liaisons live on the Internet.

"Should I be jealous?" Adam pursed his lips, and shook his head at Sophie, the response one of curiosity as to whether she had, in fact, brought someone back to her room, and intended to provide the impression that Levine cared. Apparently she'd put aside the fact that it was he who'd already manipulated the teenager into being fucked by another man as he watched and filmed. Not for the last time.

"I think you were wet even before I arrived, just dreaming about me?" Adam winked as his finger entered her slick tunnel, and his expert thumb found her clit, then laughed at her own comment. "It's your fault I'm this way, you shouldn't be so damn sexy." He planted another soft kiss on the corner of her mouth, and guided her towards the desk; Sophie's arousal, and reaction to the epithets were music to his ears. "I should make you beg; prove how much you love it. You do love it, don't you Sophie. My cock-craving little whore."

Levine's taunts melded into a soft groan, as his erection, and need to fuck her, grew exponentially with the eagerness in which she'd begun to undo his belt. When Sophie's ass hit the desk, Adam swatted her touch away, dropped the camera to the floor , then reached for Sophie's waist, lifted her off her feet, and deposited the co-ed top of it. The man's countenance quickly morphed from that of friendly, teasing boyfriend, to one much more rough and commanding. "Ready to be punished, slut?"

The pornographer's manhood throbbed and pulsed as, with his gaze locked on Sophie's gorgeous, youthful face, he released it from his trousers, then quick as a snake, hooked her ankles around his waist with enough force to flip her on to her back; half-on, half-off the desk, legs raised and spread; and used the leverage his standing position provided to drive every thick inch of his meat into Sophie Scott's dripping teen cunt. The noise of wood slamming against plaster, and books and papers hitting the floor, almost drowned out that of his loud gasp of pleasure when he entered her.

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"FUCK." Richard Treloar spat the word out as he waited impatiently in the transit lounge for his commercial flight to Los Angeles to be called for boarding, and glanced at the message from Lexi. How the hell had that happened, what did Karl know, how did he find out. Why didn't Blair know? Or did he?"

His instinct was to reply, and ask, but the abruptness of her message told him that she was under pressure, so instead forced himself to take a deep breath, and calm down. His plan was in place, and she'd only need to survive one more night. Hopefully Karl, and the remainder of the entourage, would be too occupied with Sophie Scott to do anything about Lexi until tomorrow, and by that time, he'd have gained the evidence to free her. Just one more night.

However, the fact that Karl hadn't thought to remove her cell, provided him the confidence to at least reply, and hopefully reassure her. What further harm could it do if Karl discovered the message, as long as he didn't provide any information on his intentions? Hang in there, Lexi. Text me, or call, if you can. Love Richard.

It wasn’t Alexandra’s intention to obviously ignore the employees of her family, but inevitably that was the way she appeared sometimes. It was best not to mingle with the staff if it could be avoided, her mother had once told her, so by default she interacted with them seldom. That alone was the reason she was so baffled by Karl’s sudden interest in blackmailing her, for the heiress had been oblivious to his stares over the years. That he would have the audacity to call her a bitch to her face was also something unexpected, and after her reactionary outburst Lexi settled into moody silence as he began to speak again.

In her back pocket she could feel her phone vibrate with an incoming message, and in her gut she knew it was Richard. The heiress was relieved he had received her message, knowing that at least someone knew where she was and who she was with. She didn’t trust Karl one bit, and the longer she spent in his company the more uneasy she became. Clearly there was a piece of the puzzle that she was missing when it came to the man’s motivations. Lexi’s face darkened at Karl’s words, the casual mention of Richard’s death making her heart pound and her palms sweat. “I’m not a fool. I know what my father is capable of.” Or rather, she’d had an abstract idea. The mention of a gravesite suddenly began to put things into clearer perspective for her, and she sent a silent wish for Richard to be careful, wherever he was.

Having Karl invade her personal space made the socialite want to reach out and physically push him away, but she had a strong suspicion that he wouldn’t hesitate to hit her back. Instead she sat stoically and watched him, still feeling a modicum of safety behind her sunglasses. Scenery flashed by the window as they neared a more affluent part of Los Angeles, unheeded by Lexi. She’d had a lifetime of practice reading people’s emotions, and she could tell that her barb had angered him. Good. She wanted to hurt him in retaliation to the constant threats against Richard. Alexandra’s face remained blank as he tossed the phone at her, and then she began to outright laugh at the Head of Security’s terms.

Lexi was familiar with this sort of man, the macho type, alpha male that sought to gain respect through intimidation. She knew that being laughed at, and humiliated, was always a good way to knock them down a peg. And so she laughed in his face, as though his proposition was too ludicrous to take seriously. “I didn’t take you for a comedian, Karl.” She finally managed, once her mirth had abated. “We both know you’d be joining Richard in that grave if you ever laid a hand on me.” This time she wasn’t laughing.
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If only those spy cameras were in operation now, no doubt the viewership of the teen’s webpage would grow exponentially. Of course she knew in the back of her mind that Adam had photographs of her first audition with him, and also when he’d skillfully manipulated her into letting Kane, another complete stranger, fuck her for the promise of money and fame. By that definition, Sophie really was nothing but a whore. She’d conveniently forgotten about all of that evidence, but Adam certainly hadn’t, and he hadn’t wasted much time in uploading it onto the internet for all of her admirers to see.

In the past few days around campus she had wondered about some of the strange looks she had been receiving, but had brushed it off. After this weekend and the next update to her website, there was little time left for her to remain an anonymous teen. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, however, and all of her attention was currently occupied by the man who’s hand was between her legs. “Mmm, don’t stop Adam!” She begged him, already too horny to keep up a decent conversation. The young co-ed would have pouted when his digits disappeared from her aching cunt, but she was too eager for the main event to begin as he deposited her upon her desk.

“You know I’ll beg if I have too…” Her voice was low and sultry as she worked on his belt. It was a well-known fact that there was a lot she could be coerced into doing. “I’m ready!” Sophie whimpered in anticipation, her thighs spread wide for him, the feeling the cool air of the room on her exposed slit nearly driving her mad. “Yesss, I’m your slut!” Her exclamation was nearly drowned out at the sudden cacophony that resulted in Adam burying his cock inside of her, desk hitting the wall and books hitting the floor. Sophie would have laughed at the mess they were making if she wasn’t impaled upon his length. “I need you to fuck me. Hard.” Was all that she could manage to spit out as her hands scrabbled to brace herself on the edge of the desk and her thighs constricted around his hips.

It wasn't only Alexandra Huntington Karl disliked, it was all of her kind. The rich and privileged, who'd never been required to fight for anything in their lives. The man tolerated Blair Huntington because being his Lieutenant brought with it its own status, however the same could not be said of his daughter. A woman would never be allowed to assume the Huntington throne, where she'd control the Family's influence and power, therefore Alexandra could never be of use to Karl.

The dislike for women, especially those of wealth and status, resulted from Karl's own poor upbringing; where he'd been abandoned by his Mother at a young age, and left to be raised solely by a violent, alcoholic Father, and he'd had to kick, scratch and bite his way to the top of the food chain. The bitterness had fermented within the man for years, and combined with Alexandra's attractiveness, his long-held desire to bed her, and the woman's apparent disdain for those of his class, all it had required was a spark to set it fully ablaze. The secret meeting with Richard Treloar had been that spark.

As he'd leaned forward to invade her personal space, the tension was palpable. She may have thought herself aware of what her Father was truly capable of, but Karl knew for certain. What he played now was a dangerous game, but the thrill was part of the attraction, and he'd banked on the fact that Lexi's feelings for Richard were too strong for her to risk his life. That the whore had dared to refer to him as a bottom-feeder only increased his determination to carry through with his threats, and as he'd glanced out the window he gritted his teeth in an attempt to maintain composure.

Which he thought he'd done when he turned to toss her the phone, but then she laughed. She fucking laughed, and he lost it. Karl's eyes flared with fury, and without conscious thought, he lurched forward in his seat to grip her arm. "Don't you fucking insult me, bitch." The words came out in a sibilant hiss as he dragged her toward him, and his other hand clenched into a fist in front of her face. The man was bright red, his pupils narrowed, and he shook with anger as he tried to resist the urge to strike her.

As much as he desired to, he couldn't afford to leave any marks on Alexandra; at least none that would be clearly visible outside clothing; and after a few moments common sense and control won out. Karl violently shoved her backwards, then took a couple of deep breaths and fell back in his own seat. His ice-cold gaze was matched by his tone, and he shrugged in pretend nonchalance. She'd pay for her words later.

"Nice try, Alexandra, but who's going to protect you? Your Father?" Karl chuckled and shook his head. "He has no concern for your welfare, purely his own reputation, and even if he had, Treloar would still cease to exist, whether it be by my hand or another. We both know Blair's ego wouldn't allow otherwise, and you have no-one else to whom you can turn."

As he spoke the vehicle passed through and electronic gate, and by the time it had come to a halt in front of the Huntington residence, Karl's confidence had returned in full force. He shot Lexi a mocking smile as he paused to lean over and open the passenger side door, then motioned for her to exit. "Ladies first."

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Things had moved faster than Adam initially planned; the night ahead no exception. However, the cash offered had been too much to resist, and he could delay the uploading of Sophie's upcoming performance to the website until the planned installation of the camera's in her room had captured some more gentle and less kinky acts, so that it all appeared a natural progression to the viewers.

Whether the girl would need to be co-erced or reminded of the contract that night to go through with what was planned for her, Adam was uncertain. What he did know, however, was that the day had gotten off to a good start. The bitch was dripping and begging for cock already, and Levine was well aware from the audition she didn't like to stop at just once. Hopefully fucking her now would keep her on edge for more. And that's what she was to receive that night. Much more.

"I won't stop until I've fucked you like the dirty cock-craving whore you are." Adam groaned with his own need as his fingers dug into Sophie's thighs, and dragged her forward on the desk. His lips parted, and eyes rolled back in his head as he thrust, and felt the muscles of her tight, teen cunt clench his shaft, then pistoned his legs to drive his cock all the way in. "Slut."

The word came out as a pant when his palms dropped to her tight, smooth ass, and nails dug into flesh. With her thighs wrapped around him, Adam's lust-darkened eyes also contained a hint of amusement as he gazed down at the co-ed; so young, gorgeous, and still retaining that sense of innocence, even with her cunt stuffed with his length. So malleable. "Whore."

Adam repeated the epithet then removed his hands from her butt, and shoved her torso back on the desk; causing the last of the books and papers to clatter to the floor; so that her slit was level with the edge, and the same height as his hips, then rammed his cock deeper. As he spread her open and her juices soaked his shaft, Levine's body fell on top of hers, and his teeth found her neck. His moans of arousal increased with the sensation of his shaft buried balls-deep in the teen's hot slit.

"God, you are so damn tight. You like that cock?" Adam groaned as he planted his hands on her ass again, and slid out so that his tip was placed just between her pussy lips, then with all the force he could muster, slammed himself back into Sophie. Any bruises left on the back of her thighs as they were smashed against wood and he ceased any semblance of teasing, were the least of Adam's concerns. "Are you going to beg for it tonight?"

Levine nipped and bit her neck, and panted through his moans; the words mingled with the sounds of his balls slapping against her thighs, and that of his meat pistoning in and out of her soaked slit, so loud from the speed with which he fucked her, that he couldn't be certain he'd been heard. He'd need to make sure. Even through his own arousal, and the pleasure that Sophie's young pussy clenching around his cock provided, 'The Girl Next Door' was in his thoughts.

He suddenly released his grip on her butt, reached for Sophie's arms, pulled his lips away from her neck, and locked eyes with the co-ed. "Are you going to beg for the cameras, slut?" The question was more hissed than spoken as Levine roughly lifted Sophie in the air, then slammed her back down on the desk with her arms pinned above her head; the urgency of his previous thrusts nothing in comparison to the way he then began to pound her raw.

While the heiress preferred to avoid confrontation if at all possible, that did not mean she didn’t know how to fight dirty if necessary. Karl’s opinion of her may have been low due to the perceived slights he felt that she perpetrated against “his class”, but Alexandra truly detested her father’s little guard dog. It was evident that their formally civil, if chilly, relationship was over the moment that he effectively began to blackmail her with information regarding her meeting with Richard. She’d had a bad feeling about the trip out to Los Angeles, but Lexi had not been prepared to defend herself against both her father and Karl.

Lexi may not have been a match for the security guard physically, but she didn’t hesitate to hit below the belt verbally. Behind her sunglasses she watched him shrewdly, and could tell that despite his best efforts he wasn’t as calm as he seemed. While her laughter may have been a tad forced, it at least elicited a reaction that told her his composure was easily shaken. That tidbit of knowledge would come in handy for her, the socialite was sure, but that didn’t mean she was immune to his violent reaction. She inhaled sharply as his fist came looming into her line of vision, those blue eyes shutting tightly involuntarily as she felt herself being dragged forward.

A heartbeat passed as she waited for him to strike her, his words riling up her own anger despite the immediate danger he presented. Her breath left again in a hiss as she was then thrust away from him, her back hitting the seat with enough force to cause her to gasp. Lexi could feel her arm throbbing where he’d grabbed her, and she knew a bruise would no doubt be forming as a reminder for her to be careful. The heiress’ laughter had been calculated, but she too now struggled to contain her anger. “I wouldn’t be insulting you if you weren’t blackmailing me! Jesus, don’t you have better things to do then spy on me?”

She lapsed into sullen silence as they approached their Los Angeles residence, noticeably ignoring him after their almost altercation. Alexandra had been assuming that her father cared enough about her to at least keep her from physical harm, but Karl’s words did have a ring of truth to them. As the limousine pulled to a stop she was actually pleased to have arrived, and have the opportunity to get far away from Karl. As she stepped out of the car the petty side of the heiress reared her head, and she snagged his phone from the seat beside her. Casually she let it fall to the pavement, and then for good measure drove the heel of her boot into its screen and kicked it beneath the car. “Oops.” Her voice was devoid of emotion as she spoke, and she wasted no further time turning and walking up the front steps of the manor.

The first order of business was to lock herself into her room and call daddy dearest.

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Sophie hadn’t woken up that morning with the intention of seducing Adam into fucking her in her dorm room, quite the opposite actually as she’d been a bit disgruntled from lack of sleep. There was little in the teen’s opinion that was as thrilling as being fucked by her boss on the desk in her bedroom, and she responded to his touches with enthusiasm. “Fuck, yes!” The teen hissed out in encouragement at his filthy words and actions, her body completely malleable and open to his touch. “Adam! I’m your slut!” Her words were punctuated by a squeal as he forced her spine to collide with the wooden desk beneath her, the remainder of the books and papers fluttering to the floor unheeded.

The young co-ed’s lips parted in ecstasy as she felt his body descended upon hers, her pleasure heightened by the erotic feeling of his clothed form against her bare skin. It was taboo, almost forbidden somehow, to have an older man, who also happened to be her boss, fucking her so roughly and without regard. Sophie loved it. And the viewers would no doubt come to love similar scenes, once all of the hidden cameras were set up. She let out a squeal at the sting of his teeth against the smooth column of her throat, the pain soon soothed by his tongue and the feeling of his cock slamming into her soaked cunt. Her hands explored the broad expanse of his back, slipping beneath his jacket and clutching him to her.

“Yes, I love it!” Sophie whimpered out, her body being driven to new heights of ectasy through the blending of pain and pleasure. She’d probably develop a few bruises tomorrow, but she could have cared less. “You know I’d do anything for you.” And your cock was implied, but her breathing was labored enough that the teen didn’t elaborate. She’d thought Adam had been being rough on her before, but as their gazes locked she could tell he was just getting started. “Fuck!” The co-ed yelped out as he spread her across the desk, arms stretched above her head, and really began to slam into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together and the desk hitting the wall was no doubt irritating to her neighbors, but also evidence of their carnal activities.

Her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she felt her climax approaching, her rosy lower lip soon clenched between her teeth as she fought to stave it off. “I’m so close Adam.” Sophie could feel her entire body begin to tense, and despite her best efforts she came soon thereafter with a loud moan. Her face was honest and open, displaying the intense pleasure she was receiving from their fucking. There was nothing fake about the “girl next door”.

Karl didn't make a habit of striking women. Taking what he wanted, and fucking them roughly, yes, but beating them? No. Not because the man had principles, but because he saw it as weak. However, there was an exception to every rule, and Alexandra Huntington had almost become that exception. Her assured tone and confidence, combined with the laughter, had enraged him, and caused him to lose the cool he'd prided himself on being able to keep under almost any circumstance.

The only thing which stopped him from letting his strike go as he gripped the bitch's arm with enough force to leave bruises, was finally being close enough to see through the sunglasses, and knowing he'd gotten to her by the sharp intake of breath, and manner in which her eyes clamped shut behind the mirrored glass. However, it remained obvious to Karl that even through the momentary display of what he'd taken as weakness, she wasn't going to give it up easily. That was evidenced by her words when he violently slammed her back into the leather seat and the vehicle came to a halt. "Spying on you comes with my job, Lexi, and as for the blackmail." His eyebrow arched, and the man smirked as he pushed the door all the way open to allow her space to exit. "That's purely pleasure."

The last thing he expected as she followed his instruction without debate was to hear the sound of an object striking the pavement, and glass shattering. He hadn't seen her pick up the phone, and the noise distracted his attention. "Fucking whore." The insult came out as a growl as looked down to watch the Heiress's heel stamp on his cell, and kick it under the vehicle. By the time he'd instinctively leaned over to collect it, and then glanced up to see Lexi had reached the front door, his eyes were filled with the same fury they'd contained in the Limousine a few moments earlier.

Karl quickly dropped the phone into a pocket without checking to see if it still worked, and bounded up the steps as the Limousine drove off. All service staff had departed the previous night, as per instructions, and wouldn't return until the Monday, so once the vehicle exited the security gate he and the Socialite would be totally alone. As he reached her, he roughly grabbed her wrist with one hand and jerked it behind her back, wrapped his other arm around her waist, and placed his lips next to her ear. "Time to pay for that. Who knows, you might even enjoy a good, hard fucking."

And Karl was going to do his best to ensure she did. If not mentally, then physically. The man didn't just want to screw Lexi, but to force her to endure the humiliation and degradation of being betrayed by her own body and, if after he were done with her, she decided to confess his acts to her Father, well Karl had the contacts, funds and knowledge to disappear into the ether. He fervently believed it wouldn't come to that, however, if it did, he'd ensure Blair Huntington was first apprised of his daughter's liaison with Richard, and leave content in the knowledge that whatever the reprisals for him, they'd be far worse for Alexandra.

The Head of Security hooked an ankle around her shin, loosened his hold to open the door, and with his foot positioned to trip her, shoved Lexi from behind with all of his strength. "Inside, bitch."

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Sophie Scott was definitely enjoying a good fucking. The sounds of her squeals and whimpers were audible to Adam even above the noises of his cock being rammed in and out of her tight, sopping cunt, his flesh slapping against hers, and the desk banging the wall with increasing velocity. If that didn't already put her pleasure beyond doubt, the expression on the teen's face, the way in which she gripped his back, and the breathy responses to his taunts, certainly did.

That what was occurring in her dorm could be heard, and recognised for what it was, as Levine grunted and panted, pinned the co-eds wrists to the plaster, and lifted her hips in the air with each violent thrust, only urged him to fuck her harder and deeper. A few early-rising students had watched the older man approach Sophie's door, and hopefully, more would view them together on the way out. The Campus would soon be awash with gossip.

His lust-filled eyes gazed into hers, and he bit his lips through his moans and pants caused by the sensation of her slippery, wet slit, tightly gripping his cock, and the exertion expended by his brutal assault on her pussy. Adam's mouth curled up at the corners in response to the panted question, and knew the bitch still had no idea that he intended her to be begging for a cock to fill all three of her holes that evening. At the same time, and not one of them his. "Cum for me slut, show me how much you love it."

He forced the words out, and his body twitched and bucked as her muscles clamped around him, and she came on his cock. "Fucking whore." Levine grunted and, as she moaned in pleasure, released her wrists, curled his fingers in her hair, jerked the co-eds head back harshly, and almost split her in half with the force of one final thrust, matched with a scream, as his load filled her teen cunt.

"Damn." Levine, with his body weight keeping Sophie pinned to the desk, and mouth against her neck, had collapsed on top of her after he'd come, and taken time to regather his breath. Eventually, with his length still buried inside her dripping slit, he tilted his head, flicked his eyes to Sophie's and lazily shifted up to press a soft kiss to her mouth. "You are one hot, little bitch." Adam allowed the kiss to linger for a few seconds, then planted his palms on the desk, slid his cock from her pussy, and moved to his feet.

"Ready to leave, before I'm tempted to go another round?" The teasing Adam returned as he used the towel Sophie had dropped to clean himself up, then zipped his trousers, smoothed down the creases in his shirt, collected the camera from the floor, and snapped a few images of the freshly fucked co-ed on the desk; evidence of his rough handling visible on her exposed flesh.

Alexandra had never considered herself to be a vindictive or malicious person, and that’s one reason why she simply could not understand Karl’s motivation for blackmailing her. She was unaware of the negative light he viewed her in, and thus his actions seemed to be completely unmitigated. They were clearly past the point of civil discussion, however, when in his anger he nearly struck her. The heiress was used to dodging verbal blows, but she wasn’t foolish enough to think she could match the man in a physical altercation. There were many things she wished to say to him as she slid from the backseat of the car, but instead she let her actions speak for her.

Was it smart to smash his phone? Probably not, but it did give her a measure of satisfaction to take him by surprise. Lexi was hoping that he would be distracted enough by retrieving it to allow her enough time to slip into the house, where she could then get ahold of her father and let him know just how far over the line Karl was stepping. It took all of her focus to stride confidently toward the front door of the manor, acting as if his growled words hadn’t affected her. She knew he would be angry, and that she had to be out of his reach to ensure her safety. While her father was a despicable man, Lexi was fairly sure he didn’t actually get his hands dirty very often and left that to his guards. Karl was most likely the more dangerous one, and she’d just unwisely pissed him off even more.

A sigh of relief left her glossed lips as she reached the front door, thinking she was safe. That sigh of relief morphed into one of frustration when she realized that the butler she had expected to open the door was not present, and that the knob would not turn for her. “What the fuck?” She spat, rearing back from the door and right into Karl as he grabbed her. “Where’s the staff?” Lexi demanded of him, wincing as he jerked her arm behind her back. She didn’t respond to his threat about fucking her, more concerned with the fact that it seemed she wouldn’t have the protection of witnesses that she had been counting on to keep some distance between them.

The socialite shrieked as he purposefully shoved her into the foyer of the mansion, his foot positioned at the correct angle to ensure that she could not recover her balance. Lexi managed to rotate her body slightly so that she landed on her side, instead of her outstretched hands, letting her shoulder take the brunt of the shock. The wind was knocked out of her momentarily as she lay on the marble tile, her body instinctively curling in on itself. After a second passed she began to sit up, hissing at the throbbing pain that manifested in her shoulder. “What the hell, Karl? I told you not to touch me!”

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The teen thought she’d been unlucky when she’d received the key to her single dorm room, believing that she would be missing out on the traditional roommate experience and bonding that most freshman experienced when living on campus. Now she was thankful for that privacy, because with a roommate in the picture there was no way Sophie would have been able to invite Adam into her room to be fucked senseless. Rather, if she did possess a roommate the morning would have turned out rather differently. Their entire relationship may have ended up differently, if she had trusted anyone enough to let them know what sorts of things she had been getting herself into.

As it was, she would be embarrassed enough later when she realized that her neighbors knew exactly what the co-ed had been doing that morning by the rude awakening their sounds had been providing. Between the banging of the desk and their own sounds of pleasure Sophie would no doubt face some backlash and passive-aggressive notes whenever she returned to her room after the weekend away. At that point in time the teen didn’t care about anything other than the pleasure that electrified her entire body at Adam’s skilled touch.

Even as the aftershocks of her orgasm began to fade Sophie let out a final squeal as she felt him jerk back her head and impale her upon his cock, their bodies meeting with a slap as he emptied himself into her tight cunt. The teen welcomed Adam’s weight onto her as they twined together, her eyes drifting shut as she enjoyed the tactile feel of his clothing against her nude form. She also enjoyed the kiss, their lips moving softly together in a juxtaposition to their former rough movements. When he untangled their bodies Sophie hummed in displeasure but continued to recline against the desk, a picture of depraved innocence with her skin slick with perspiration and his cum beginning to drip down her thigh.

The clicking of the camera shutter made her eyes open lazily and prompted her into action. “That was fun.” She stretched luxuriously and hopped down from the desk. “Now I’m dirty again!” Her voice was mock-scolding as she disappeared into the attached bathroom, the sound of running water indicating that she had stepped into the shower again. The teen quickly scrubbed away the evidence of their tryst, although a few red marks lingered on her body as a reminder. She dried herself with another towel and quickly donned a casual dress, forgoing undergarments with a wink to Adam. “Okay, ready now.” As she spoke she grabbed her purse and pulled open the door to her room, not feeling guilty at all about their brief interlude.

If Lexi had been able to read Karl's mind, any hope she may have carried that he didn't intend to fully carry through with his threats would most likely have been shattered with his reaction to the shattering of his cell phone. That she'd done it so blatantly to piss him off and gain some form of petty revenge, as he saw it, only served to further fire up the man's determination to teach her a lesson. How dare she! His grab of her body as she stood at the locked front door, and the hiss of his words in her ear was more violent than he intended, but even through his anger, he found her question amusing. Where's the staff?

"No-one here Lexi, but you and I." Karl chuckled as the key slipped from the lock, and Lexi went flying over his outstretched foot to hit the marble. The moment she'd left his arms, he stepped inside, slammed the oak door behind him, and snapped the deadbolt. The man then leaned to curl his fingers in the prone Socialite's hair when she began to sit up, and roughly yanked her head back. As he did, his knees bent so that their faces were at the same level, and he used his free hand to remove her mirrored sunglasses. Warm breath hit her face "Don't touch?"

Karl tossed the glasses aside, and slapped her cheek. No force in it at all; the gesture was designed not to hurt, but to humiliate. "That's funny, Lexi. As far as I'm concerned, that's all entitled rich bitches like you are good for. Spreading your legs, and taking cock. The pity is men like Richard Treloar and James Astor can't recognise that, and wouldn't have the balls, even if they did, but me? I'll show you how it feels to, finally, be fucked by a real man. You can remember it on your wedding night."

The Security Head's right brow cocked, and he bared his teeth in a mocking grin as he pushed himself to his feet. "Because that's why Dear Daddy agreed for you to be brought along on this trip. To discuss with you, the announcement of your upcoming engagement to Astor. Or should I say, to tell you that it will be announced next week. There'll be no discussion; Blair Huntington doesn't give a shit about your opinion."

Hopefully that revelation, and fact that the Security Chief knew about her impending marriage before the woman herself, would put paid to any illusions that Blair Huntington cared much for his Daughter's wishes or welfare, and make it clear who he held in higher esteem between her and Karl. The man didn't know if that were strictly true, or exactly what the implications would be if Blair discovered his treatment of Lexi, but if he could successfully implant the thought in her mind, the Heiress might be even less likely to confide in her Father.

"Now, stand up slut." Karl had maintained his hold of the Socialites hair the entire time, and the jerk of his arm which accompanied the order almost ripped chunks of it free of her scalp. He didn't consider it necessary to add that if she didn't follow instructions, he'd be just as content to drag her kicking and screaming across the marble floor.

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Adam kissed Sophie with gentleness, and nuzzled his lips against her neck as they both came down from the high of their orgasms; careful not to exhibit impatience or a lack of true affection. The more she believed he actually cared for her, and thought of the teen as more than just a meal-ticket to riches, and a tight, young cunt to fuck, the easier it would be to have her acquiesce to his wishes without resorting to force or threats.

The knowledge that the noises they'd made in the throes of their pleasure would have been heard from both outside, and the rooms next door, almost caused him to chuckle. Sophie would most likely be the subject of Campus gossip, and if he could add to that on the way to the vehicle, he would. Eventually, and with pretend reluctance, he released her body, and stood to zip himself up. As with both their first times at his studio, and at the pool with Kane, he'd remained clothed, whilst the gorgeous young teen was mostly naked. It only took a few moments for him to straighten himself up, brush out the creases from shirt, mop the sweat from his brow, and recover his breath, then pick up the camera.

"Definitely fun" Adam winked as he snapped a close-up of her face, then zoomed out to take in the entirety of her body, and clicked off a few more from different angles; mostly ensuring he kept her youthful features in the frame, so that the viewers couldn't forget who the girl was, splayed out on the desk with cum leaking from her pussy, or how she'd come to be there. " I like you dirty. My filthy whore; that's what you are." The words were accompanied with a teasing kiss as she moved from the desk, to shower.

Levine used the time Sophie was gone to investigate her dorm, and to decide on the best locations for the spy-cameras he planned to install, as well as to take some more context shots for the site. When the returned, he turned to run his eyes over her dress, and whistled in appreciation, then when the door opened, he threw an over her shoulder, and stepped outside. "Car's over there."

The bright flash of yellow he'd pointed at a good distance away could be barely be seen through the small throng of students who'd obviously stopped to listen to the antics audible from her room, and now watched them exit her dorm. "Think they heard us?", Adam asked as he issued a slap to Sophie's butt in full view of the onlookers. "Who cares, right? Maybe next time we'll leave the door ajar, so they'll really have something to talk about." The fact that hadn't felt the outline of any panties under the material of her dress brought a smile to his face. "You ever fantasied about being fucked in front of an audience. Guys jerking off as they watch?"

At some stage, the girl was going to have to be told exactly where the film taken of her and Kane ended up, and made aware that his friend's cock would be only the first of many she'd be expected to take in front of the camera's. Adam was curious to see if placing the concept in the slut's head would assist or hinder in keeping her wet, needy, and willing to have that fantasy turned into reality later that day.