The Business of Spades {the.amorous.bunny&TheDecker}

[the.amorous.bunny]

By all rights, Shelbey Montgomery should have had this stupid fucking competition in the bag. The daughter of the Silas Montgomery had been raised at the knee of that (in)famous business tycoon. Sure, she may be Daddy's Precious Princess, but this daddy might as well have been Machiavelli. In fact, he'd instructed his daughter to read that same infamous strategist while in high school, adding others like Sun Tzu and even Donald Trump into the mix (personally Shelbey thought Daddy could buy and deal "President" Trump under the table, but at least his polices were good). The brunette beauty had absolutely crushed her private high school, gotten into Harvard on high scholarship, and graduated near the top of her class. All the while she'd been interning and helping with the family business.

All that made her a natural casting decision for Queens of Spades. The show involved working with possibly the only guy who could rival all those big names Shelbey dropped, the man who'd built not just one major business, but several. Sure, there were rumors of extra-legal dealings, backroom deals and the like. The only higher rumors were those involving his long line of supposed conquests. Apparently if you were even passingly attractive and dipped so much as a toe into the business world, you were likely to be linked to this very man. Hence why Shelbey and the handful of other promising young beauties were standing here, waiting for the evaluations following their first major task.

Said task should have been easy for the almost cocky Miss Montgomery. She had the acumen, the experience, and the necessary ruthlessness to pull it off. The whole "team" part had been a stumbling block to start, and then they'd had her compete against Lily fucking Soubry! If there was one other woman out there who could rival, if not top, Shelbey, it was fucking Soubry. The leggy blonde began her career in modeling as a teenager, turning that into several successful businesses. On top of that, Mrs. Soubry had managed to wrangle New York City's most desirable bachelor as her husband, and all reports indicated the relationship a major success. Looks, education, background, experience, Lily Soubry was the clear frontrunner.

Leaving brunette Shelbey Montgomery playing catch-up. For some reason, their handler had liked Lily's presentation and concept more than Shelbey's, which had put her on the backfoot. On top of that, she'd been saddled with Amelia Grace, another fucking blue eyed, too gorgeous blonde. Unlike Lily, Amelia didn't fucking deserve to be here. She'd gotten her money by catching the eye of the elderly Ezekiel Grace, and then positioned herself to take command of Grace's company. Rumors flew about her taking interns and various other, more age appropriate coworkers to bed for affairs, and pretty well everyone knew that she'd slept her way to the top. Meanwhile Shelbey was engaged to her fellow Harvard grad and friend of her father's.

They went through how things went, emphasizing Shelbey's arguments with Amelia, and pointing out how Audrey Lyon, an actual honest to god child prodigy who'd just hit eighteen like a week before the competition, had come through with this killer plan. Meaning Lily and Audrey's group won with Shelbey and Amelia's group losing out. Shelbey tried to take some solace in the fact that Amelia should almost definitely be nominated. Bitch did nothing but undermine Shelbey's plan and get in the way of the other few girls in their group. Kick her tight little blonde ass out of here and get the show rolling with actual, talented people.

"Shelbey Montgomery," came out instead, making the brunette's head snap that direction, "go to the Boss's Office."

Shelbey's mouth fell open, her grey eyes widening. "The fuck?" she spat, already rising, teetering only a little thanks to the form fitting pencil skirt. "you're kidding me, right?" She pointed at Amelia. "That bitch fucked it up and--"

"A good leader shouldn't blame her subordinates," Lily's cultured voice cut in smoothly, her red lips twisting into a taunting smile. Shelbey turned toward the blonde, her own eyes lighting in fury. She rounded back on the announcer, only to be told that if she wanted to make her case, she could do so in private. She wasn't out yet.

"I'm not going out period," hissed the brunette as she stomped her way toward the door. She paused to shoot a glare over her shoulder, before following the crew and producers. They gave her the quick run-down: private room, only a few cameras and the guy himself. Shelbey would be given an opportunity to plead her case. Negotiate for your role, and you got to stay. Hell, sometimes girls did so well they got a perk for the next day's competitions. Of course, what went unsaid was the incredibly low success rate of first timers. Something like 80-90% of the girls who saw the boss after that first elimination challenge went home, usually because they sucked (though rumors said it was because he wasn't interested in them and got rid of the stunt castings early).

Shelbey would be that fucking 10% if it fucking killed her.

She paused in front of the door, adjusting her clothes. Her clinging white top outlined her impressive breasts well, without being too slutty. Similarly her makeup made her look pretty and professional, adding depth to those smokey blue eyes without making her look too trashy. Chocolate brown hair framed her face well, with features that looked magazine cover ready. Some light pink lipstick helped plump those lips, again, not like she needed it. The body beneath showed tight curves, and it was well known that Shelbey worked out like crazy: her body actually had some toning and muscle. The brunette was a fighter, and she was about to show it.

The moment the doors opened, Shelbey all but stormed in, laser focused on her target. She talked as she moved: "This nomination is bullshit, and you know it! So just tell me what I need to fucking do so we can get on with it!"

 

[TheDecker]

Alexander Deamon, multi-million air, bachelor, successful entrepreneur. Name it he does it. From business hotels, to running and modeling for his own brands. In fact, as he sat comfortably in his on set office, he had just got done filming an add placement for his newest cologne. He oozed confident, quiet power. But he had one weakness, If one can call it that as his vice was something he could effortlessly maneuver. His weakness. His vice. Was women. Married, engaged, it didn't matter. He was a man who got every woman he wanted eventually, it only ever took the right charm, the correct maneuver, the appropriate push. Like now, as he chose Shelby to be on the chopping block. A girl who had no reason being in this position, because he placed her there by giving her a partnered task with Amelia. Proof to his reputation, he now had Shelby on the back foot, potential puddy in his hands, and in a way that made hella good television.

He had to suppress a laugh, as Shelby entered the room with fire and brimstone. Her eyes as beautiful as they were sharp, trying to cut through him with her gaze as she likely did to men all her life. But Alexander, wasn't an average man.

"Your right." He said with a smile. "It is bullshit." He crossed his legs, leaning back as he looked her up and down. "Truth is, in business you have to be able to move mountains, even if your held back by those who can't hold a candle to you." As he said this, he motioned for her to sit across from him. His eyes never leaving hers. "Amelia is clearly out of her element. So she would have her time to leave. However, you are not." He repositioned himself. Leaning towards her as he cupped his hands together. "You have every reason, had every opportunity to rise above such a simple handicap. So what I need from you, is two things. First off, you need to get your head out of your ass. Stop letting confidence become arrogance. And secondly, you need to prove to me here and now you are worth keeping."

He let his words carry their weight in silence. Moving back into his chair, legs spreading as he relaxed comfortably like a king in charge, no sword of Damocles over his head, but hers. "SO" he said, raising his voice. "What's it gonna be girl? You want to be a queen, show you know how to maneuver around kings."

 

[the.amorous.bunny]

Ugh, business bullshit. Shelbey fought the urge to roll her eyes, settling for folding her arms over her chest. This had the "fun" added benefit of pulling her top even tighter against her breasts, not that they'd need much more highlighting. It was a tad more defensive than she'd wanted, which didn't help as Deamon kept going, laying things out. The insistence that she had to rise to the occasion had those eyes going stormy, and the next bit had her opening her mouth, ready to fire off.

"Please, we both know I'm one of the best you've got,' she snorted, "if not the best," Shelbey couldn't quite see why he was teasing her like this. Unless this was some sort of weird, pushing moment. Like Deamon figured that he had to put her on the defensive to see her grow or some bullshit. Wouldn't be the worst if that was the case. As talented as she was, Shelbey knew she'd need a boost if she wanted to beat the competition, with ladies like Lily and genius Audrey participating. Plus shows ate up the whole growth arc bit.

Now Shelbey just needed to figure out her to get out of this situation. Be a queen, show how to work kings, prove that she's worth keeping. Stupid show bullshit, though it did sound like some of what Shelbey had read and seen Deamon saying in interviews and stuff. She took a few steps closer to him, stopping just out of reach. With her standing in her slight heels, she had some height on him, which she knew men didn't generally like. She'd be damned if she obediently took a chair though, especially after the whole king and queen speech he'd just given. So instead she put a hand on her hip. "Last I checked, Kings gave clear orders. We both know I don't belong here, so just tell me what you want me to do to get out."

Memories of the rumors fluttered through Shelbey's mind at that. Surely he wasn't suggesting anything like that, right? She'd already pointed out that he'd clearly cast some girls because they would be cute little playthings. Shelbey wasn't anybody's toy, but she definitely was a queen. Maybe if he came out and said something, she'd play along. What her fiance didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Plus he knew her. If Shelbey had to do it to get ahead, then she would. Even if "it" happened to be making out with this guy or whatever.

 

[TheDecker]

"You are certainly every bit the firecracker they said you would be." Words meant in every way as a compliment. He liked a strong woman. Made it more tasty to bend them practically in half under his dominating prowess. Literally and figuratively. And she clearly needed to feel in control, that much was certain in the demand to be more forward. Unlucky for her, he wasn't the type to look for some date or kiss, it was either all now or nothing with him. No dinner then pleasure, it was pleasure first and then you get the god-damned 1000 dollar steak dinner.


Alexander smiled up at her, his strong hand grabbing her hip, pulling her effortlessly onto her knees. "Your not wrong about that." He spoke in a calm, breathy tone. "A king gives clear demands." He added, patting her on the cheek like she was some cute little plaything already. "I want you to be a good girl, And suck my cock." His words were clear, succinctly placed into the air. His thumb rubbing her pillowy lips as his strong hand cupped her cheek. "Can you do that? Be a good girl?" He added, his thumb forcing it's way between her lips, probing her mouth for but a second before he pulled his hand away. "Cameras will roll however, but of course it is only for my personal viewing pleasure. That said, there is this or the door. You want to win, then be willing to humble yourself on bended knee... After all, the alternative is going home episode 1, thanks to a know nothing girl in over her own head."

With that, he placed his left arm onto the chairs arm rest. As his right hand moved his cup of scotch to his lips, sipping at it as if he just asked her the time of day.

 

[the.amorous.bunny]

Mentions of being a "firecracker' just had Shelbey snorting. Not only did it sound outdated and outright old, but it was kind of demeaning. It didn't help that he was already tugging her down, pulling on her hip of all things. She let her legs fold, sort of kneeling before him, already suspecting where this was going. Deamon kept his voice calm, level, every inch the king giving orders. Clearly Shelbey wasn't the first pretty young thing he had kneeling in front of him, nor would she likely be the last. The patting had her glaring at him, and the glare turned even stormier as he called her a "good girl" of all things.

"I run a Fortune 500 company," she protested, almost snapping it. But he just used her open mouth to let his thumb tease her, bluntly stating orders. At least he'd been fucking clear about that, even as he explored her mouth a little. Shelbey fought the urge to just outright bite him, jaw quivering a little. She already danced a dangerous line here, no need to really piss him off. Though his outright demand for a blowjob already made her want to fucking smack him in his smirking face. the sheer confidence and arrogance of him. Under normal circumstances, Shelbey probably wouldn't do more than exchange a few passing words. He was so not her type, even if she didn't have a fiance.

and all that didn't mean shit to him. He wanted a pretty girl to give him a blowjob, or he was going to send her out the door. He acted like that wouldn't be a deal breaker. Okay, yeah, Shelbey wanted to win and going home first would suck. But she just knew that if she did, the tabloids and blogs would have a day. The great Shelbey Montgomery couldn't hack it, going home before obvious show-plants. She'd never be able to command a board room again. Even Daddy wouldn't be able to save her after that. Time might heal it, particularly if she was good, but she had a wedding and a five year plan.

"Stop calling me a good girl," she almost snapped, reaching back to start looping her hair back. If she was going to do this, she'd at least do it right. Plus she didn't want to get spit or worse on her hair; her stylist would lose their shit. "It's Shelbey, and I don't swallow," she told him bluntly, before flicking her gaze to his waist. She'd heard rumors that black guys were supposedly bigger, but that sounded exactly like the sort of PR shit people started to sell porn or whatever. Every guy thought they had the best dick in the entire world, and Deamon clearly was right here along with them. Shelbey just had to put up with, what, five minutes of unpleasantness and a weird taste in her mouth? Not what she wanted, but better than fucking going home early.

"Do you want me to get it out or are you going to?" she asked, figuring she might as well get this over with. Faster was better; she had a come-back to stage and she didn't want to waste time on nonsense like this. Plus guys never lasted that long anyway. Jace, the fiance, barely got his dick wet before cumming. Shelbey doubted Deamon would be all that much better, reputation or no.

 

[TheDecker]

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for Shelby, this man was no five minut lay. Far from it. Sure, sometimes reputation can be exaggerated, but it wasn't with him. Nothing about him damned near was exaggerated. All of it was true. The ego, the skills in bed, the impressive cock. All of it.

"Eager to get this over with I see." Alexander exclaimed, reaching for his belt. Pulling I off his waist line with a snap, before dropping it onto the ground beside his chair. He slowly, not too eagerly, pulled at his fly, then unbuttoned his expensive suit pants. "And I'll call you whatever I want. Never a bitch though, I do have manners."

As he said this, he pulled at his boxers, his fat, veiny black cock flaccidly s taking out like a surprise from a jack in the box. And landed on her pretty face, rested there with a firm slap. Even flaccidly, it was a show-er, not a grower. At least Eight inches long, veiny, heavy, as thick around as a beer can. Precum already leaking slightly from the fat head, as it already began springing to life.

With his cock on top of her pretty face, Alexander positioned himself slightly more back, playing with his fly and boxers a bit more so his heavy balls can come lose from within the fabric. "Now, don't be too eager to finish this. I can last a while, and I want you to do it well, not hurried. Try rushing and I won't be happy." As he said this, he grabbed his length, flopping it with a few careful slaps across her cheek and nose. "Gotta treat me right, savor it like a good girl." He added, knowing full well it would continue to infuriate her. Demean her.

This was so casual, business as usual for a guy like him. But ever so exciting. It has been a while since he got to play with such a powerful woman. What's more exciting, he knew her dad, did business with him. Ate dinner with the man at his own house! And now mister Montgomery's little girl was gonna suck Alexanders huge cock. Or else she was going to be embarrassed in front of the whole world. Her reputation as a strong minded, business savvy woman tarnished near irreparably. Hell, he may even send her dad the footage, just to embarrass her, assuming she doesn't take her upcoming lessons in obedience to heart. "Well, come on now. Don't leave me waiting. Is it really that impressive? Or are you just being shy Shelbey?"

 

[the.amorous.bunny]

Eager wasn't precisely the word Shelbey would use, but she wasn't about to say as much. She just waited bouncing some on her heels, while he worked his cock out. The pretty brunette had been expecting him to pull his member out, but she'd underestimated the size. It slapped against her face, making her grimace and pull back. Nearly the whole length would slide over that pretty visage, while her open lips provided an almost too tempting target. The no-nonsense businesswoman had seen at least a few cocks before, thought she had some experience, but Deamon's eclipsed most. The heavy taste of him hung in the air, dangling near her lips, while the musky scent of an increasingly aroused man hit her with almost physical force.

The slightly stunned brunette hadn't even realized he'd kept going, adjusting and offering more orders. It wasn't until around the point where he told her to do well that Shelbey fully focused in, looking back up at him. No rushing. She winced at that, before looking down at the cock again. She almost wanted to admit that she wasn't sure she really could rush something like this. The damn thing looked about as big as her forearm, with a girth that rivaled most drinks, let alone cocks. Shelbey always said Jace had enough to do what was needed, but if that was the case, then Deamon could do that a few times over.

Shelbey winced back as he moved to tap her, backing away just enough to avoid a few more of those. She'd go down on him or whatever, but she wasn't there for the other parts. The taunting only made it worse, with Shelbey shooting another sharp look. She raised a hand up, perhaps unconsciously using her left. A rather nice engagement ring adorned the ring finger, delicate, almost dainty, obviously perfectly sized for the pretty little thing. It likely wouldn't even be felt as Shelbey curled her fingers around the cock, struggling to get a solid grip on it. As she'd expected, Shelbey struggled to get her fingers completely around the thing, shifting to try and get a better angle or grip.

"Impressive is one word for it," she admitted, frowning as she tried adjusting her grip again. Her head tilted and moved above it, almost birdlike as she examined the thing. Delicate digits ran along it, feeling the girth and texture, mapping it. Her other hand went below, starting at the heavy balls. Just a little bit of playing there, almost more testing than anything, before she ran her hand upward. Fingers trailed along the base, another motion to measure, while she continued mapping it out with her hands. "I think you're the first person to ever call me shy," she told him, flashing an almost irritated smile before she shifted again. Shelbey extended her tongue, just flicking across the slit atop his cock. Sometimes she could get Jace or other lovers to cum just with a few passes of that, but something told her Shelbey wouldn't be quite that lucky this time around. Still, she had to try, licking and stroking, working with some evident practice and skill.

 

[TheDecker]

Alexander was beaming when he had seen the ring. He heard she was engaged, but now he knew. Poor guy, he had a feeling her man was never going to be able to please her the same again. Eclipsed by a man twice his size or more. Though it was also possible her fiancee was big, Shelbey didn't exactly strike Alexander as a size queen. At least not yet. After all, a future where she is an eager friend in his rotation? Now that is a future he wants to live in. Assuming she learns well what he likes.

His eyes looked upon her like a delectable treat, watching as she palmed and stroked his manhood, her other hand exploring his heavy balls. Her slender fingers feeling the veins and texture of his phalice. And as she licked him, he eased into it, raising his hips slightly as he positioned himself more comfortably. The chocolate colored cock throbbing in response, quickly giving her a full feel of just how hard he can get.

Clearly, she wasn't new to this, her tongue went right for his sensitive little slit on the prick of his cock after all. The only 'little' thing about him really. However, she had much to learn. But it was at least enough to provoke more precum to drip from his head, trailing down onto her tongue in thick droplets.

Mister Deamon reached out, placing his left hand encouragingly on the back of Shelbey's head. His other hand bringing his scotch back to his lips, thus far none too impressed. "Well, there's a first for everything right?" He said, putting the glass back down, the ice clanking against the crystalline edges. "But if you aren't shy, how about showing me?" As he said this, with his left hand pressed against the back of her head, he curled his fingers. Running them through where she tied back her hair, a simple gesture to try harder.

 

[the.amorous.bunny]

Something warm and a little salty hit Shelbey's mouth. Her eyelids fluttered as she fought dueling urges to gag and to sort of savor it. The drive to prove she should be there, to show that she could handle something as stupid as this, just managed to overwhelm her more natural urges. Her tongue swirled and ran along that slit, gathering some of the bits of what Shelbey assumed were arousal and tasting them, almost familiarizing herself with the taste, hoping he wouldn't be as repugnant as many men so often were. At the least, Deamon struck Shelbey as someone who carefully monitored his intake and groomed well, so it shouldn't be awful.

A head on her head reminded Shelbey that this really wasn't her show. She fought a moan of frustration at the comment, just noting that Deamon only now set his drink down. Seriously? He had a hot, powerful woman kneeling before him, her tongue on his dick, and he only just now thought to set the drink down? Shelbey wanted to tell him off or back up, hot anger rising up within her. The taunting comment sparked it further, those stormy greys again shooting Deamon a thunderous look. He wanted her to try, did he?

Shelbey shifted, swallowing. her head moved to align with the thick, throbbing dick, while her hands adjusted. One kept the tip pointed more or less toward those pink lips of hers, while the other trailed down. Fingers spread to grab onto his balls again, teasing and giving a quick squeeze, before moving to her shaft. They ran along the sides, feeling it, again unable to quite fully grasp it. She only needed it to help stablize while she pointed the dick toward her mouth. Lips parted, and she slurped several inches of thick black cock into her mouth. She felt him parting her lips, the girth of him enough to nearly brush against her teeth. Shelbey's mouth strained to hold him, jaw stretching almost painfully as she took more in. Her tongue lay flat, teasing the base while she slid him into her mouth.

The domed head rested just past her tongue, threatening to make Shelbey gag. A little moan of frustration rose up, reverberating around the cock, while her hands shifted. Head twisted and turned while she adjusted, trying to find another angle. There was just too much fucking dick. It stretched her jaw, filled her mouth, nearly parted her fingers. Shelbey bobbed her head a little, sliding pursing lips up and down, but she didn't even need her fingers sliding up to realize she was only managing the head and perhaps an inch or two more. Frustration twisted in her as she shifted again, bobbing, working, tongue lolling as she struggled to find a way to get more cock inside. It felt like a nearly impossible task, so why bother? Instead she started stroking, bobbing her head up and down, taking those inches and gliding them along her lips. Her cheeks even caved slightly as she sucked, glancing up. This had to be sufficient, right?

 

[TheDecker]

"There you go." Alexander groaned, as she tried her damned best to fit it in her mouth. But it still wasn't quite sufficient
He applied more pressure from his hand, forcing her to bob just a bit more, just a tinge much harder, deeper. His tip feeling that point at the back of her throat where she can gag against his dome like tip. The noises she would make, music to his ears. The warm drool, an appetizer compared to the fluids his cock will be coated with later. However, he wouldn't just force this, he was simply egging her on. His hunter eyes softening ever so slightly as a few gags hit just right around his prick.

His left hand moved, letting her pull back to capture any breaths she needed to, assuming she even wanted to. As he reached for his shirt. "Spit on that cock baby girl. Keep it nice and lubricated." He said, releasing button after button until he can toss the expensive shirt aside. His body was not just muscular, it was toned. And it wasn't like he ate particularly healthy either. He just had impeccable genes. His arms, wide and strong, chest firm, abdomen built with a full twelve pack. He was like a ebony sculpture made into Greek art, by all accounts.

The more precum escaped his tip, little droplets of drooling trailing down the underside of his shaft, right along the meaty vein until running down his large sack. His hands now pulling at his waist line, pants dropping around his ankles as if preparing for things to escalate more then they have. He didn't intend to put THAT, inside her... Did he? Well, he most certainly did. In fact, he intended to fill her with as much of his cock as he can stuff, for as long as he can hold back his release. Just not now, for now, he wanted to see that pretty mouth struggle.

 

[the.amorous.bunny]

The hand pushing more didn't entirely surprise Shelbey, though she still made noises of protest as she felt more of him sliding into her. The head of his cock would barely touch the back of her throat when she'd gag, a burst of spittle spraying the cock nearly to the base. A few more noises of protest sounded while Shelbey tapped his thigh, insisting that he pull back and give her space. When Deamon pulled back, Shelbey greedily gulped the sweet air, mouth open, panting quite audible. His command earned another glare. Soon those eyes widened as she watched him undoing buttons. Why the hell would he do that? He didn't need his shirt off for a blowjob.

For a few seconds, Shelbey simply watched the body being unveiled. Dark, chiseled flesh showed, almost glistening in the light, and Shelbey couldn't quite help but compare. She'd always thought Jace quite appealing, with a lean, but still manly body. But something about Deamon's spoke to a more refined masculinity, like she was comparing a boy to a man. His order finally seemed to seep into her brain, and she leaned forward, less spitting than drooling on the cock. Her dainty hand collected her saliva, running it up and down the impressive pillar of flesh. She felt something seeping out of the tip, her fingers traveling up to snag it. She ran her digits along that slit, gathering more, eyes focused on it, lips slightly parted. They followed that vein, feeling the hot blood, the pulse of it, of him, between her fingers.

Deep in her core, warmth developed. Shelbey could feel it seeping into her veins like a poison, inflaming her slightly. Her pale skin showed just a hint of flush; grey eyes remaining focused on the cock. Shelbey's hands kept running up and down, not quite worshipping it so much as confirming it, even squeezing a few times. This thing was just too big to be allowed. Something like this inside a woman would ruin her. Shelbey's breath hitched for a moment, imagining her own legs spreading, that dark pillar aiming between her. Shelbey shook her head slightly, working to clear her mind. She had a fiance; she wasn't interested in Deamon. Simple as that.

Hands kept working, stroking, the top running a near circle to swipe around the head of him, while the other kept pace and rhythm below. Shelbey knew she had a task to complete, that she needed to just get him to cum so he'd let her stay on the show. Let him strip, if that's what it took for him to finish quicker. She pursed her lips as she worked, feeling him between her fingers. Given the hardness and his reactions, surely he'd be ready to blow any moment now. Shelbey wasn't thrilled about the thought of collecting his seed in her hands, but it was certainly better than the alternatives.