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

The silhouette of Richard waiting on the lawn beneath her window nearly caused the heiress to faint with relief at seeing him safe and sound. She hadn’t trusted Karl one iota when he said he would unbar the windows and leave her lover alone, and seeing him in person released some of the anxious tension that had been building within her as the hours had ticked by. Lexi was overeager to get out of the mansion as soon as possible and get to a safe place where her father and Karl couldn’t get to them, but as she hung off the windowsill and contemplated how far it was to the ground she felt her bravery waver.

When Richard’s wise suggestion that he climb up to her floated on whispered words in the night air the socialite nodded shakily and carefully climbed back into the room she was imprisoned in. Lexi didn’t know what had come over her, thinking that she could have waltzed in such a carefree manner down the side of the house and into his waiting arms. Although she was assured of his physical strength she still watched nervously as he tested the strength of the branch before beginning to scale the wall, her eyes only leaving him momentarily to scan the encroaching darkness to make sure no alarms had been raised from his presence.

In much quicker time than she could have gotten to the ground he was there in the bedroom with her, and it took all of the mental and emotional strength that she possessed to keep from breaking into tears at the sight of him. Lexi wished that all of their problems were gone now that they were reunited, but the longer they stayed in the manor the closer they came to the danger of Karl returning. And that was a risk that she couldn’t take. She remained silent until she felt the warmth and security of his arms envelop her, her own limbs anchoring tightly around his waist as if he could keep her from drowning in her frayed emotional state.

“I-I’m fine, now.” Her words were nearly inaudible from where she’d pressed her cheek against his broad chest, a few tears finally escaping and evaporating into the fabric of his shirt. “I’m so glad you’re alright.” When Richard ended their embrace to pace the room Lexi wrapped her arms around herself tightly, trying to hold together her fragile psyche. She couldn’t help but glance at the closed door every few seconds, fully expecting Karl to come bursting through and put a bullet in Richard. The socialite met his eyes squarely when he finally returned to her, trying to convey the depths of her terror. “We need to get out. Now. As soon as we can.”

Lexi paused to glance at the door again. “I love you too, and I don’t want to lose you. You have no idea what Karl and my father are capable of….we need to leave.” She grabbed his hand and tried to tug him back over to the window. “We can figure everything else out once we’re away from this horrible place.”
 
With his arms on Lexi's shoulders, Richard gritted his teeth in anger at whatever circumstances had caused the tears to fall. The sight elicited an inner-rage that almost led to the Hacker, despite his expressed fears, to impulsively stream through the closed door to confront Blair Huntington, and demand their freedom. However, common-sense swiftly overrode emotion, and Richard gently wiped a tear gently from her cheek with his thumb, and followed her lead to the window. "I'm fine Lexi, it was you I was worried about, what happened?" He locked his intense blue eyes on her for a moment, wondering what she had meant in regards to Karl's capabilities, then shook his head, and pushed curiosity to the back of his mind. Maybe he didn't want to know?

When he turned his attention to their current predicament, it took only a moment to recognise that the only way down was the way he'd come up, and he moved swiftly to stave off second thoughts. Immediately scooping Lexi up in his arms, he pulled her head against his chest, pressed his lips to her hair, nuzzling Lexi and whispering, "Hold on tight, don't look down," before he gripped the vine, stepped over the sill, and began their descent. A short time later, muscles in his arms aching and legs quivering like jelly, he placed Lexi down safely down on Terra Firma, and stared up at the mansion's open window. "This isn't over." Richard addressed Blair Huntington in a tone of quiet determination, and barely restrained anger, then focused on Lexi.

He slipped his around her waist, and attempted to keep his lover's spirits up, and her thoughts off the possibility of capture, as he guided them, like thieves through the night, across Huntington's estate. "Almost there, then we'll find a place to lay low, and figure out our next move. A hotel should be safe for tonight." As for subsequent nights? Richard mulled over the requirement for new identification, but thought it best not to remind Lexi that from the moment she'd accompanied him out the window, life for both of them had incontrovertibly changed. "Together, at last."

The sensation that at any moment the area could be lit up, trapping them like deer caught in the headlights, and their bid for freedom ended before it had barely begun, dissipated only once they'd exited through the Manor gates. The illuminated city below was large enough to lose themselves in.

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As the Heiress and the Hacker made their escape, Sophie Scott's ordeal continued. The teenager remained bound, with hands cuffed above her head, and what remained of the school-girl uniform ripped and tattered, except for the knee-length white socks, and shoes, which only served to continue to contrast the true innocence of the eighteen-year-old against the depravity taking place.

"Slut."

"Listen to her, she fucking loves it, can't get enough."

"Spread those legs for me, bitch."

"Gonna cum for us again."

"Fucking cock-whore, that's all you're good for, isn't it. Taking cock?

It was as impossible to define whose voice was whose, as it was to distinguish who fucked her in which hole, as the men attempted to elicit further orgasms from Sophie to prove the truth of their words. Stranger after stranger, too numerous to count, took his turn with the Co-ed. Her body was twisted and contorted with the force of one shoving his meat in her cunt and ferociously ravaging her sopping slit, as another pounded her tight teen ass, and a third used her mouth.

One would shoot his load, and quickly be dragged away to be replaced by the next. Her butt glowed a bright red from the harsh spankings she received, as did her tits, which were unceasingly groped, squeezed, and pinched, and sweat and cum coated the girl's skin. All for the amusement of the great Blair Huntington, who sat like a King upon his throne in the middle of the theatre, barking out commands, and captured for posterity by Adam Levine, jerking off as he filmed the violation of his 'girlfriend'.
 
For a while the teen tried to keep track of how many men surrounded her, lined up to use her body for their pleasure. She tried to look at their faces, count how many cocks her eager holes swallowed. The drug still coursing through her system made everything vaguely indistinct and every touch heightened, so sooner rather than later she had to give up counting and simply feel. Sophie was a quick learner in addition to being eager to please, and without much prompting she learned to keep her mouth open and her thighs spread for every man to partake in her nubile goods. Whenever she forgot the men were quick to remind her with slaps to her ass and other sensitive parts of her body, and Karl’s ever looming presence and promise of punishment were enough to keep her on good behavior.

There was a difference between faking enjoyment and pleasure and actually experiencing it, and the latter was what the co-ed was quickly becoming known for in the porn industry. Her face and body were so open and expressive that it was impossible for her to fake anything, and it was clear whenever she began tremble and vocalize around whoever’s cock was in her mouth that she was having an orgasm. Her dripping cunt would convulse around whoever was fucking her at the time, simultaneously trying to draw the man’s load into her while painting him in a mixture of her own juices. After a while the teen stopped keeping track of how many times she came, all rational thought leaving her as she and the group of men reverted to their most basic primal instincts to fuck.

While she may have stopped paying attention to her surroundings, Adam’s camera continued to faithfully film the increasing depraved state of the innocent schoolgirl. Sophie’s wide-eyed apprehension when the scene had first begun was nowhere to be found as the camera captured every moan and movement of her body as she writhed and rolled her hips against whichever stranger was stuffing her with their meat. Undoubtedly the next day she would be too sore to walk and would likely regret most of what she could remember from the night, but that regret wouldn’t sting as much once she got the paycheck she was promised and she and Adam had absconded to some tropical paradise.
 
Time proceeded in a blur as the anonymous men fucked and taunted the teenager. One after another, never-ending, the theatre was consumed with husky masculine voices, slaps of hands against tender, young flesh, and cocks being stuffed in eager, wet holes. Adam Levine filmed it all, capturing the expression of pleasure pasted across the girl's face, and the juices, combined with various men's cum, that flowed from her soaked slit, and mingled with the seed of those who'd released on her body rather than in her ass, cunt or mouth,

What a sight she was. The youthful face and remnants of the school-girl uniform draped across her nubile body contrasted against Sophie's mussed hair, flushed skin and dripping teen pussy, and the undoubted fact, exhibited in the way she rolled, bucked, moaned and writhed in the throes of climax after climax, that she loved it. Eventually, they finished, and each nameless, faceless man satiated, some fully naked and others with only their pants undone, but all of them with evidence of Sophie Scott's arousal dripping off their fingers and cocks, filed out as silently as he'd entered.

"Fucking slut. That's what you are." Blair Huntington spoke from directly in front of the now vacant stage as he appraised the sleek form that, combined with Sophie's silky, chocolate tresses, expressive brown eyes and flawless skin, highlighted the true youth and innocence of the girl he'd paid for to be gang-banged. "How many men did you just fuck?" The man's voice rose as he stepped to the bed, jerked her head up by the hair, and wrapped his other hand around the raging erection he released from his suit trousers. "Ten, twenty, thirty, you have no idea, do you? More in two hours, than I'd allow my daughter to screw in a lifetime."

His intense gaze remained locked on the teenager as he released her hair, and slapped his palm harshly against her pussy and sensitive clit. "You're nothing but a filthy harlot, who'll spread her legs for anything with a cock." Simultaneously, as he spanked her cunt, Huntington jerked his meat, not stopping, until a short time later, and accompanied by a groan of unadulterated pleasure, he sprayed a hot jet of cum onto the coed's abdomen, painting Sophie with his seed. "Your parents must be so proud. Here, meet my daughter, the worthless whore."

Blair's tone of contempt matched the expression on his face as he watched his cum dribble down between the still hand-cuffed teen's legs, before he zipped himself up, tossed a thick padded envelope on the floor at her feet, and turned to Levine. "Get the bitch out of here."

Huntington didn't deign to speak to either of them again as he joined his security team in departing the theatre. Show over.

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It wasn't the Four Seasons or located in an area that the Heiress would likely frequent by choice, but at least the rooms were clean, the furnishings modern, and the queen-sized bed, neatly made with fresh sheets, bug-free.

After exiting the grounds of the Mansion, Richard had remained business-like until they'd made it to his vehicle, he'd ushered Lexi in, and the looming visage of the Huntington Residence grew smaller and smaller in the rear-vision mirror. He'd lost them in a maze of back streets, before locating a row of strip-malls adjacent to a tourist hotel with a parking lot where the car could be hidden from street view.

Richard forced a smile after he deposited his bag on the bed, and approached his lover. "I'm sorry it didn't work out as we planned, Lexi, but for now at least, we're safe." Placing his arms around her, the Hacker's tone contained obvious regret and self-blame, at having lost their one and only opportunity. Huntington wouldn't be naive enough to leave the film unsecured, or available to hack on an internet connected network. "Do you want to tell me what happened back there?" He leaned back to gauge his lover's emotional state, however, before Treloar paused to allow Lexi to respond, a spark of inspiration hit, and the man's countenance brightened with new-found hope. "Levine. He'll have a copy."
 
As they crept away from the house and hopefully toward freedom the heiress couldn’t help but continually check over her shoulder, not trusting that Karl would have kept his word to leave her quarters unguarded for the evening. With each passing second she expected to hear a shout of alarm follow them as they finally reached Richard’s car, and even when the manor was no longer in view she couldn’t help but constantly look in the rear and side view mirrors, expecting to see a cadre of black vehicles tailing them. A tense silence locked her vocal cords as they wove through side streets, heart still thundering with anxiety as she couldn’t allow herself to believe that they’d actually made it out undetected.

Lexi remained mute as they checked into a nondescript hotel in a pedestrian part of town, sunglasses perched on her face in the hopes that the clerk wouldn’t recognize her as the famous daughter of Blair Huntington. The door and the deadbolt locking behind them once they’d reached the room allowed her to relax fractionally, and although she appreciated Richard’s attempt at a smile she couldn’t muster one of her own. Their plan hadn’t failed, exactly, since they were alive and together, but the cost she’d been forced to pay had been much higher than she had expected and been prepared for. “Yes, we’re safe now. That’s what matters.” Standing, wrapped in her lover’s embrace, the socialite could still feel the ache between her thighs and bruises developing from the Head of Security’s brutality. The fact that sooner, rather than later, Richard would see the evidence displayed upon her body filled Lexi with terror and she tightened her grasp around him.

She was already filled with self-loathing and revulsion, and it was more than she could bear to verbalize what had happened when she had been waiting for him to arrive. What she’d had to do to ensure his safety. Lexi couldn’t meet his gaze, the sunglasses still acting as a shield even as she looked away from his questioning eyes. As she wracked her brain for an appropriate way to deflect his question Richard changed the topic on his own, leaving her breathing a mental sigh of relief. “That’s true…but what if he’s loyal to my father? As soon as we contact him he might turn us over.” They needed to get leverage over her father, but the heiress was hypervigilant knowing that they were about to be hunted like dogs after her escape.
 
When she clutched onto him more tightly, Treloar immediately regretted the question about the happenings at the mansion, and lovingly rubbed Lexi's back as he attempted to convince himself it didn't matter. Whatever had occurred was over, and if she wanted to talk about it later, he'd listen, but not press for details. Obviously Karl had put the frightener's though Alexandra, most likely with threats, however the possibility didn't even occur to the Richard that the Head Of Security had resorted to using his knowledge of their reunion to abuse and degrade her. Or that under her clothing, Lexi's bruised and scratched skin displayed evidence of Karl's sexual brutality.

The knowledge that Levine possessed the evidence they needed had created a momentary feeling of hope, but Richard remained blank at exactly how it could help them. "Maybe not," he replied automatically in response to Lexi. "The guy's an animal, and cares only about himself, look at his treatment of Sophie Scott." Lost in thought, he directed his words more internally than to her, Richard's eyes darkened in remembrance of the lack of compassion displayed for the school-girl. The asshole lacked ethics or any sense of morality. Surely there had to be a way for that to work in their favour?

The glimmer of one idea after another filled his mind, only for each to be summarily rejected, eliciting a sigh as he released Lexi. "Do you know how much he charged your Father and his goons for just one night with that school-girl? Fifty thousand fucking dollars. I have some funds stashed away, but can't raise anything near that to purchase the film." Richard's speech rose in volume as he paced the room in frustration, before his mouth suddenly clamped shut, his eyes widened, and he stared, unblinkingly, at his lover. Another idea had popped into his head, and he remained in that pose for a few seconds seconds, before gathering the courage to voice it aloud. "Those photo's you took when you were younger?"

It wasn't money that most motivated men such as Adam Levine, but the fame and notoriety that came with it, and gaining possession of explicit images of a youthful Alexandria Huntington; one's Richard had just alluded to; could garner the pornographer more notoriety than he'd ever envisaged. Considering the status and profile of her Father, even the god-damn respectable press would be clamouring for interviews once he published them, and Levine's girl-next-door website would require a new bank of servers to handle the subsequent increased traffic. Incentive enough for the man to agree to an exchange?

Richard swallowed down a lump in this throat, hoping Lexi would intuit where the conversation was headed, and jump in before he had to continue on in precise detail, making it appear a fait accompli in his mind. It might be their only way out, but the ultimate decision would be hers to bear, and the fact he even contemplated asking his lover to willingly subject herself to potential humiliation, wracked the man with guilt. Maybe he should have waited until morning, and spent the rest of the night simply comforting her, however, Treloar's desire to guarantee their ongoing safety and freedom led to him being unable to remain silent. Whatever it took. "Do you still have them?"
 
Despite her best efforts to appear calm and unaffected from her admittedly short time in captivity Lexi couldn’t help but hold onto Richard tighter when he questioned her about it, throwing herself into the strength of his embrace and trying to erase the unclean thoughts that plagued her. She knew as soon as he got a glimpse of the bruises that painted her ass and the back of her thighs, the marks on her breasts, and the spreading bruises around her neck that he would figure out what happened. They’d had their share of arguments and the socialite knew when he got angry that all rational thought left him, and there was no way she’d let her lover go after Karl in a rage after what she’d had to do to buy his safety.

Alexandra was glad when he didn’t press her for an answer, because something that the head of security had said still rang in her mind. "You're a whore Lexi, a worthless slut, only good for your holes. I don't even know why Treloar wants you. Maybe he won't after I'm done." Although she was worried about the anger that Richard would surely feel on her behalf, she was also worried about the aftermath of him finding out that she had agreed to fuck Karl. She’d been seriously coerced into making that decision, choosing her lover’s safety over her’s and her dignity, but she couldn’t deny the fact that at some points her body had enjoyed it and had succumbed to physical pleasure. Sure she could have continued fighting the bodyguard and taken her chance that Karl was bluffing about shooting him, but she didn’t and now had to live with the consequences. The physical ones would fade eventually, hopefully before Richard saw the extent of the damage done to her body, but the heiress would live with the mental ones forever.

Thankfully the clothing she’d managed to scrounge up hid the most obvious marks and her long hair hid the rest. She was also thankful for his sudden distraction, and she focused her attention on his idea. Lexi didn’t know much about Adam Levine except for the fact that he had a deal with her father, but luckily Richard seemed to have more insight into the situation. She knew even less about Sophie Scott, never having heard of the budding porn starlet before that day, and cared even less than that. What depraved things her father and his men did were no longer her concern, but if evidence of those acts fell into their hands just the suggestion of releasing it to the public would hopefully be enough to safeguard them and secure their freedom.

“He paid them how much?!” Her voice echoed loudly in the otherwise silent hotel room, colored with shock at the sum. Lexi had a trust fund and inheritance money that she didn’t dare touch now that they were on the run, and hearing how much he’d paid to fuck a teen made her furious. Before she could launch into an angry tirade directed at her philandering father the odd look he was giving made her pause, as did his following words. Slowly she pushed her sunglasses to rest atop her head, bright blue eyes meeting his questioningly. Why bring up the photos now? “Yes, I do…” Her words were slow in coming, and careful. Just from glancing at him she could tell something was bothering him, but she didn’t follow what he needed the photos for. “Why…do you ask?” With her limited knowledge of the pornographer she had no idea how valuable a commodity her pictures might be to him.
 
"Fifty-thousand dollars." Richard responded to Lexi's query in a tone of contempt, and with a shake of the head. That anyone would pay to humiliate and degrade an eighteen year old school-girl was bad enough per se, but when it was a respected public figure who'd built a reputation off the back of so-called ethics and integrity, there were no words to express Richard's disgust. The dichotomy, which enhanced the man's subsequent guilt, was that after all was said and done, he and Lexi also planned to use the girl to save their own skin.

Unlike his lover, Richard knew all about Adam Levine, and the 'Girl-Next-Door' concept. He'd undergone further research, but thought the revealing the intimate details of Sophie Scott's unfortunate situation was not something he'd needed to share. Alexandra had enough problems of her own, and Richard was thankful he'd arrived at the mansion to assist her escape, before the Head of Security had finished with the school-girl, and turned his full attention to the Heiress.

If the man had uncovered their renewed relationship, but hadn't informed Blair Huntington, why not? What other nefarious intentions did he possess? Intuitively, Richard perceived the answer, and that sent a shiver down his spine. He was well aware of what Karl Williams was capable of. And, if Richard discovered that the man had indeed sexually brutalised, and fucked his lover, would he storm out of the hotel, hell-bent on exacting revenge, or would he instead, direct his rage at Lexi, blame her for not doing enough to prevent it, and force out of her the fact that she'd in some way, enjoyed it. What effect would that have on their future together?

Fortunately, with the evidence hidden by Lexi's clothing, there were no obvious signs as to what had occurred, and Richard kept the lingering questions at the back of his mind, pushed even further into the recesses when he asked about the photographs. From the way she replied, slowly, he discerned that she comprehended the images he meant, and clenched his teeth when she responded with the dreaded question, Why...do you ask? In for a penny, in for a pound, Treloar breathed deeply, and closed his eyes to compose his answer, before he refocused his gaze on the Heiress. "Because, Lexi, to a man like Levine, those images are worth a fortune. Pornographic photo's of the virtuous and family-values-spouting Blair Huntington's young daughter?"

As much as he felt compelled to, the Hacker didn't approach Lexi to take her in his arms, so as not to provide the impression that he was attempting to manipulate her with comfort. His voice quavered a touch as he spoke, assuming she was becoming more conscious of his intent. "He'd have no qualms in using them to enhance his reputation or notoriety. Or fuck, instead of publishing, offer them for sale to your Father's political rivals. How much would one of them be willing to fork out to damage his reputation?"

He raised a brow, and the intensity of Richard's tone, which had rapidly increased, died to normal when he continued. "The thing is, voluntarily provided, with a consent agreement, the man could do whatever he desired with those images, and your Father couldn't touch him legally, as he could with release of the film. Plus, Levine still has that to use against Blair if he attempted to exert pressure otherwise. As would we, if he agreed to an exchange."
 
The heiress knew that her father had some dirty little secrets, but she’d never imagined the depths of depravity that he would sink to. Paying $50,000 for the opportunity to fuck a teenager seemed extreme even to her sometimes excessive taste, and Lexi could only shake her head in disbelief when her lover repeated the sum again. She didn’t know what sort of girl would agree to a deal like that, blissfully unaware that Adam Levine had orchestrated the entire thing and was stringing Sophia Scott along like an eager puppy on a leash. She didn’t know that the photographer had promised the young co-ed fame and fortune as she slid down the slippery slope of depravity, and she didn’t know that he would be happy to see the same happen to her.

If Lexi actually knew what had happened to the teenager at the hands of her father, Karl, and his men she would have felt sicker than she already did. What she’d been forced to endure at the hands of a man under her father’s employ filled her with shame and self-loathing, but it was nothing in comparison to what young Sophia Scott endured for some quick cash. It was certainly better that Richard didn’t give her all of the lewd details of the debauched scene, and simply let her continue in blissful ignorance that her father was a lecher that wanted a sex tape with a co-ed.

Although she agreed with her lover that a film like that was enough blackmail material to get her father and his lackeys to leave them in peace, the sudden mention of the photos that she had stashed away from her own wild teenage years wasn’t making a connection to her. The threat of having those photos potentially be released in public was actually the reason why she had allowed Richard to get close to her the evening of the gala when their torrid affair began again, and she couldn’t understand where they fit in now. Just from his tense posture and measured composure Alexandra got the feeling that she wasn’t going to like what she was about to hear, but she tried to keep a measure of her own composure.

Lexi tried very hard to keep her expression neutral while Richard explained the connection between using her nude photos to buy their freedom from her father’s influence. Logically his argument made sense to the heiress, although emotionally was a different story. “You want me...to agree to give nude photos of myself that were taken for your eyes only, to a lowlife like Adam Levine?” Her voice was incredulous as she spoke, arms crossed defensively over her chest as she regarded him. “We know nothing about this guy! What if he takes the photos and sells them, and cuts us out of the deal? What if he takes them and goes back to my father?” The socialite’s heart was racing as a number of increasingly horrible situations ran through her mind, each one worse than the last and ending up with them even worse off than they already were. “I don’t know if I can do that..”
 
Treloar's stomach dropped as he continued to speak through the lump that had formed in his throat. What he'd originally envisaged as a night of celebration, with Lexi's escape from the mansion, evidence of her Father's depravities in hand, was swiftly moving further away from that with each passing second.

Lexi's expression remained neutral, however, the manner in which she crossed her arms over her chest conveyed a different story, and elicited a sensation of nausea in Richard. As did the recollection of his lover's words on the night of their reunion, where she'd implied he'd come to extort her with the very photo's he now spoke of. One's that he no longer possessed, having years ago permanently deleted the images in an angry, drunken stupour, as he'd attempted to forget the Heiress, and move on with his life.

She held the only copies still in existence, and here he was, asking her to release them, and potentially expose herself to similar indignities that had befallen Sophie Scott, by placing trust in a man who'd already proven his lack of morality. If a hole had opened up in the floor at that moment, he'd have gladly crawled into it, and Richard averted his eyes to avoid what may have been simply imagined accusation in Lexi's demeanour, in order to regain composure.

"I don't want you to, Lexi." Forcing his eyes back up, his newly refocused gaze didn't waver when he approached, gripped both of Alexandra's shoulders, and locked it on her face. "It's only a suggestion, a possible way out of this mess, but you're right, we have no idea what he'd do with those images. He could run to your Father, and blow us out of the water completely."

The Hacker had decided honesty was the best policy, and not to sugarcoat his words. "Or, he could secure our future. There's no way in hell, I'd allow Levine to obtain the rights to the photo's before we had guaranteed access to the film, so would it hurt to contact him, to gauge if he's interested? And, if he is, in the grand scheme of what we're trying to achieve, does it really matter if your naked images end up plastered all over the damn internet. Who fucking cares?"

An easy proclamation for the man to make, when it wasn't his honour on the line, and after swiftly recognising he'd gone a touch too far, Treloar released his grip, stepped back, and raised a hand in apology. "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean that. I do care, but I care about us even more. Once we're free of your Father's clutches, we can live anywhere in the world without fear, be whoever we want, change identities. No-one ever has to know who we are, or where we came from, and whatever sacrifices we've made will be a distant memory. However, it's your decision, and if you say no, we'll find another way."

Richard was uncertain if he kept the resignation, and pessimism in discovering that way before Huntington, with infinite resources at his disposal, tracked them down, from invading the tone of his final sentence. Or a hint of defeat from clouding his expression.
 
When Alexandra had entered the mansion earlier that morning, which seemed like a lifetime ago for the fatigued heiress, she had innocently assumed that she would be sequestered in one of the bedrooms until Richard arrived to bust her out. Looking back just a few short hours onto her naivety was nearly impossible now, as was the romantic reunion she had envisioned. Although the way her lover had come to her window was romantic in a Romeo and Juliet way, the entire time they both resided in the manor made her also fear the same fate as the fictional lovers after the threats Karl had made to her.

She had wanted nothing more than to entwine herself in her lover’s embrace and forget about the past twenty four hours when they had finally made it to the relative safety of the hotel room, but Richard’s hesitant suggestion of a method to buy their freedom drew her up short. Lexi couldn’t help her subconscious defensiveness, and she could see that even her posture had an effect on her lover’s demeanor. Knowing that his idea had come from a place of genuine desire to better both of their futures made it possible for her to hold onto a modicum of calmness, but he could undoubtedly tell when he grabbed her shoulders that she was barely containing her anxiety and anger.

Red-rimmed blue eyes met his gaze squarely as they stood and faced each other. The socialite had always appreciated his honesty, truthfully it was one of the things that had drawn her to him when they were younger. They had always been able to be genuine in front of each other, despite the various masks they wore in front of other people. If he had tried to dance around his suggestion Lexi would have immediately gone into defensive mode, yet instead she forced herself to be open minded and listen to the reasons why he thought this was their salvation. She couldn’t contain a derisive laugh at his flippant statement that it didn’t matter if her pictures were flung across the black hole of the internet, waving away his apology with one hand as she too took a step back.

“You’re right, what’s wrong with being stared at even more than I already am? People already like to imagine me without clothes, why not make it even easier and give them what they want? Daddy would be so proud.” Her tone grew in bitterness as she spoke, but his apology did soothe her marginally. “But hey, that’s the whole point of this right? Scare my Father with some bad publicity and get him off our backs.” Alexandra sighed suddenly and turned to grab her bag from here she’d dumped it on the bed. “I need to think.” Instead of anger her voice was bland, and her sentence was punctuated with the slamming of the bathroom door and the shower starting.

Lexi always did think more clearly in the midst of hot showers, and she just needed some time by herself to mull over this strange proposition. As she rested her forehead against the cool marble tiles of the enclosure and let the water sluice down her battered body she considered the pros and cons of doing what her lover suggested. The heiress couldn’t deny that he had made some strong points for releasing them – her father would be furious about the embarrassment caused to their golden family. On the other hand, she wasn’t sure if she was emotionally and mentally strong enough to handle the repercussions of releasing her private photos into the world. They were fairly tame as far as nudes go– nothing too obscene, but the thought of strangers feeling any sort of ownership over her body was something she wasn’t thrilled about.

When the water eventually began to run cold she reluctantly shut off the flow, still unsure about which way she should go. Although Richard had said it was ultimately her decision it had been clear which path he thought was the right one. After taking her time toweling off and redressing – still all in black, with long sleeves to cover her bruises, Lexi emerged from the bathroom with a grim look on her face.

“So, how do we contact this guy anyway? The sooner we can get this over with the better.”
 
Moving further away from the Lexi, and slumping against a wall, the intensity departed Richard's demeanour. After the adrenaline that had pumped through his body the entire day, the toll exacted by his climb up the ivy-covered wall, and subsequent realization that their plan need be abandoned, followed by the nerve-ridden escape from the Mansion, and now this, the man was mentally and physically exhausted. He'd left the decision in Lexi's hands, and could await what that would be, and hope that the anger he'd witnessed flare in her eyes, would subside with his apology. This was for them, and what, combined with guilt, bit him the hardest, was a sense of uselessness. He'd failed in his mission and promise to protect them, and now it was up to her to be their saviour. Not a pleasant feeling for a man with pride, but he'd swallow that down if it secured their long-term future.

Her next words, bitter in tone, elicited a wince, however, he still nodded in agreement. That was the point, and although he could attempt to assure her that Levine would sell the photograph's to one of her Father's rivals, and they'd never see the light of day, that would be a lie. The man would ensure they also entered the public sphere, no doubt with his name attached, in search of notoriety, and those who ogled over Alexandria in her formal attire, as she often appeared in the society pages of the newspapers, would subsequently not have to imagine her naked in their masturbatory fantasies. They'd have the real deal to jack off to. Her tone devoid of emotion, Richard made no move to stop Lexi before the bathroom door slammed behind her.

"Fuck." He released the breath he'd been holding, pressed both hands to his forehead to massaged his temples, and quickly inhaled and exhaled, in order to calm down. Worse than Lexi's reaction, was not knowing what she was thinking as the shower ran, or if she intended to come back out, so to distract himself, Richard unceasingly stalked the room, and drew back the curtains, a chill of fear running through him each time the beams of a vehicle's headlights illuminated the interior. A million hotels in the city, their location was unlikely to be discovered in such a short space of time, but he'd rather worry about that than the possibility he'd caused a permanent rift between himself and Lexi.

When she returned, with his back to her, the first thing that pierced his consciousness were her words, So, how do we contact this guy anyway? The sooner we can get this over with, the better, and relief flowed through him, tempered a touch by Lexi's grim expression, when he swiveled to face her. Rather than try to console the Heiress, the man simply accepted that, although understandably upset, she'd at least agreed to forge ahead with his suggestion, and approached. "His studio is in LA, and I've both that number, and his private cell, from his communications with Karl. I can contact him, to see if he's interested, and if so, negotiate the terms of the deal."

Stopping in front of her, Richard held Lexi's gaze, "You'd likely be required to meet with him to sign the legal release for the images, but, I promise, baby." Taking hold of her arms, gently this time, the Hacker slid his hands up and down, and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Before you sign any documents, or hand over those photo's, I'll have one-hundred percent guaranteed access to that film." An idea had occurred to him on how, using his professional skills, that could be achieved, without either Lexi or Levine being required to blink first, but it'd require the Heiress to attend any liaison alone. "A few days, and we'll put this nightmare behind us." Neglecting the fact that once her explicit images appeared on the Internet, they'd remain there for eternity.

Also, little did Richard know it wouldn't be quite as simple as negotiating the transaction to take place at Levine's studio, for, as the Pornographer drove Sophie Scott back to college, with fifty-thousand dollars burning a hole in his pocket, he'd had a change of plan of his own. Adam decided to bring the intended vacation to Hawaii forward, and explained why to Sophie. An additional reward for her brilliant performance that evening, and a chance to relax without a care in the world, just the two of them, alone, on a romantic vacation. So, what if she missed a few days of college, she could always catch up. What Levine didn't mention was that College didn't matter, because he had no intention of allowing the Co-ed to graduate, and even if she did, no reputable company would ever employ a girl famous, by then, the entire world over, for being a filthy, depraved, cock-loving slut.

"Why don't we sleep on it, baby. We're both emotionally exhausted. I'll call Levine in the morning, set things up?" Richard slipped his arms around his lover, and drew her closer, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "All I want to do for the rest of the night is hold you."
 
Sophia had been the epitome of the good girl next door before she had met Adam Levine. She’d only had one boyfriend, had never done any drugs, and had only stolen a few sips of alcohol on the night of prom. That began to change the moment she walked into Adam’s studio that fateful afternoon in search of a modeling job. Her slow descent into depravity and loose morals began the instant she agreed to strip for a perfect stranger, and even further when she’d let him fuck her on the sofa in the studio. The camera had been busily clicking away while she was being stuffed with his meat but the co-ed had been too focused on the pleasure she was receiving to mind.

After that introduction and the promise of easy money and fame the teen had been like a moth drawn to a flame, every encounter getting raunchier and filthier until she could barely recognize herself. During the aftermath of every “job” Adam talked her into there was always a cycle of regret that Sophie went through – wondering why she had agreed to something but also questioning what it meant about herself when she enjoyed the acts she had performed. The day after the photoshoot she had been conned into was rather different than normal because the co-ed only had vague memories of the previous evening due to the illegal substance she had consumed. The majority of the scene that she’d been involved with was a blur, and when she tried to recall the details of the evening all she got was random flashes of strangers gleefully using each of her holes and her easy acquiesce.

She’d woken up in her dorm room the following morning, alone, her entire body aching and sore. The teen was also naked, but she vaguely recalled crawling into the shower before collapsing into bed at an ungodly hour the previous evening. Her head also ached fiercely, and she could have almost attributed her ill feelings to a hangover if not for the soreness in her nether regions. Sophie also recalled fuzzy memories of Adam speaking during the drive home as she drifted in and out of consciousness, something about Hawaii and a reward for her performance. As she lay in bed and tried to piece things together she began to become agitated, alarmed that she’d agreed to something bad the previous evening but that she couldn’t remember exactly what had happened.

It didn’t help that she’d woken up alone, not even a note from Adam left behind. The co-ed needed an explanation from him, and after the bad taste left in her mouth from the memories she could remember Sophia wasn’t sure she wanted to continue down the path she was already set on. The girl next door just didn’t understand that she was already too far gone to quit now. After quickly throwing on some panties and a maxi dress that didn’t hide her shapely body she stormed out of her dorm, determined to give her shady manager a piece of her mind. The teen couldn’t resist a coffee stop to refuel and clear her head a little, and before she knew it she stood outside the studio where it had all started.

“Adam! We need to talk!” Her voice echoed grimly in the large warehouse space as she headed for the office where she assumed he would be.
 
After arriving at Sophie's college, Levine reveled in the small number of students outside in the late evening who snickered at the sight of the older man, arm wrapped around her waist, accompanying the eighteen year-old, to her dorm. At least, with Sophie's performing outfit ripped to shreds, and her original clothing left on the floor of the room above the Mansion theatre, he'd had the decency to cover her nakedness with a blanket. The thought of what comments or questions she'd receive from her peers when they next spoke to the school-girl elicited a smile from the Pornographer, however, he didn't linger to allow them to stare. In her half-conscious state, the Co-ed had become a dead weight, and though unlikely nowhere near as exhausted as she was, the man was keen to hit the sack himself. Adam remained uncertain whether she'd heard comprehended his stated intent to bring the vacation to Hawaii forward as led safely inside, then not wanting his precious merchandise to come to any harm, ensured the door was locked before departing.

Awaking refreshed at the break of dawn, Adam headed into his studio, keen to review the previous evenings footage. Although the terms of his agreement with Blair Huntington meant that he couldn't upload it for public consumption, it didn't negate him from recreating still images of Sophie alone, to upload as teasers for the website, which better suited his long-term purpose in any case. The pornographer possessed no intention of allowing the viewers to believe what they were witnessing was anything but a gradual descent into depravity.

As he sipped at as coffee, and smiled at the image of a young, innocent Sophie, laying on the bed in the mock-up bedroom, clad in the schoolgirl uniform, legs slightly apart, panties on display, and a bevy of sex toys surrounding her, he felt a pang of slight regret. It had been easy, almost too easy, with the E, and playing on the girl's infatuation with the promise of fame, her natural sexuality, and reaction to the skilled touch and words of flattery from an attractive older male, to have her spread her legs for the multitude of men, just as it had been to have her strip and take his cock in the studio. However, had he pushed her too far, too quickly?

How would she wake up, sober, with the effects of drugs lingering in her mind, and an ache between her legs, in the realisation that she'd allowed herself to be fucked in every hole by an unknown number of men, whose names would forever remain a mystery, and faces she likely couldn't recall. A threesome, as had occurred at the poolside with Kurt, might be many a college girl's fantasy, but a teenager who allowed herself to be gang-banged by group of total strangers was surely nothing but a complete slut, and that's not how he wanted Sophie to believe he viewed her; at least not until she was in too deep to escape. Even with the contract to keep the girl in line, Adam preferred to maintain the illusion of affection, and care for her welfare. She'd be easier to manipulate, and for Sophie's performances to remain unaffected, if they were provided willingly, rather than half-heartedly as a product of force or coercion.

At that moment, Levine was snapped out of his reverie by those words every man dreads to hear, and made it appear that his concerns were being brought to reality. "Shit." Sophie's voice echoed down the Hallway, and it wasn't only the content, but also the tone, that told him that she likely hadn't come to thank him, and request an immediate repeat of the previous evening's festivities. Closing his laptop, Levine breathed deeply, then stood from his chair, walked to the door, and opened it before the girl could storm in.

Immediately spotting her in the corridor, the man planted a friendly, cheerful smile on his face, and leaned against the jamb. "Hey Soph, didn't expect to see you this morning. Thought you may have stayed in bed all day, last night must have been exhausting?" Adam raised a brow, and continued in the same vein, pretending that all was right with the world. "Amazing. I just reviewed the footage. You were brilliant, definitely earned that Hawaiian experience. Recall me mentioning our change of plan, just the two of us? I booked flights earlier. First-class."
 
As she walked the streets toward the studio the teenage college student grew angrier and more upset as she tried and failed to remember the events of the previous night. What was most disconcerting was that her memory faded in and out in different places, making the fragmented pieces she could recall even stranger without context of how and why she had arrived in such a situation. Sophie even attempted to rehearse what she would say to Adam when she finally caught up to him, but her thoughts were in such a chaotic jumble that she couldn’t plan that far ahead. When she finally made it to the studio her steps echoed ominously on the concrete floors, her fists clenched at her side as she tried to mentally prepare herself for the argument to come.

The co-ed was usually not a very confrontational person, but when she got angry enough she was unable to keep her feelings bottled up. Sophie felt that her manager was overdue for a tongue lashing of a different kind, and she was going to give it to him. The causal and cheerful way that he addressed her when she finally tracked him down made the irate teen falter slightly, as did the mention of first class tickets to visit Hawaii. “Wait, what?? We’re going to Hawaii? When??” The angry words that had been on the tip of her tongue were suddenly replaced with excited ones, her eyes growing wide at the thought of traveling in such a style. Growing up her family hadn’t had much money for traveling and vacations, and the thought of visiting such an exotic location made her giddy with happiness. She’d been working hard hadn’t she? Sophie felt like she deserved a break.

She automatically leaned in to wrap her arms around him in appreciation, but something else he said made her stop short. Her normally smiling lips turned down suddenly in a scowl, and she glared up at him with hands on her hips in defiance. “Wait, I’m mad at you! I can’t remember hardly anything from last night…and what I can remember is…” She trailed off then, biting her lip as she searched for a word to summarize the self-loathing and disgust that she was feeling. When she had agreed to this modeling job she had never imagined the depraved situations that she would find herself in, and she wasn’t happy with the direction her life was heading. “And what’s this about footage?! I didn’t agree for anything to be filmed! This is unacceptable Adam!”

The college girl took a step back from her manager, trying to hold on to her anger in the wake of his nonchalant attitude. She was beginning to realize that he was able to easily manipulate her into uncomfortable situations, but just one look at his confident demeanor made her second guess herself sometimes. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea for this…whatever this is…to continue.”
 
Attempting to conceal any apprehension as he casually addressed Sophie, the Pornographer intended for his demeanour to exude calm, and for it to seem as if he believed the previous night's activities were no big deal, although, he discerned from Sophie's expression and clenched fists, she was likely not of the same opinion. However, despite the girl's possible regret, Adam's spirits remained buoyed by the reality that, admittedly after he'd sexually riled her up, it had entirely of the eighteen year old's volition that she'd opened her legs for Huntington's security staff, and he hoped she simply required time, or encouragement, to come to terms with her actions. A contrite or guilt-ridden mindset after an out-of-character act wasn't unexpected, and Levine would have been more disappointed if she'd awakened in contentment, and blithe acceptance of her moral looseness.

As, he was certain, would the viewers, who'd eventually be able to witness this entire scene, thanks to hidden ceiling camera's placed specifically to film his clients from the moment they walked through the door, to the time they entered his studio. The tantrum would provide light relief; the girl was so damn cute when angry; and Adam contained a laugh when, after the majority of his concern dissipated with Sophie's brief excited reaction to his mentioned First-class passage to Hawaii, she refrained from embracing him, placed her hands on her hips, and continued on with the teenage hysterics.

Deliberately changing his expression to one of sympathy, and nodding here and there, he allowed the girl to finish venting, uninterrupted, before he closed the distance between them. "I'm sorry, Sophie. You're right." Levine held the girl's eye, and placed both hands on her shoulders, "I should have filled you in on precisely what the performance entailed, and confirmed I'd be filming, but to be completely honest." Adam briefly wondered if the College student was yet world-wise enough to be cognisant of that fact that the moment she heard those words slip from a man's mouth, she was about to be told a lie. "I only received the offer a few hours before I called, and wasn't fully appraised of the details. I assumed, after they requested a schoolgirl outfit, and advised me of the bedroom mock-up, that the guy had way too much money on his hands, and all you'd be required to do was strip, but when those men surrounded you?"

Pausing, Levine lifted a hand from the girl's shoulder to cup her face in his palm, and brushed her lip with his thumb. "I was going to call a halt, but then it appeared as if you were aroused, and I decided to let it go. Believe me, if you'd asked them to stop, or I'd thought you weren't enjoying it, I'd have pulled you out of there, no matter how influential the client, or ramifications on your career." A subtle reminder of consequence, as he lovingly caressed her cheek. "No-one will ever see it; it's for our clients' eyes only, so if that's why you're upset, don't be. It's no different than with Kurt, nothing to be ashamed of, and your bravery in being able to let go of your inhibitions is a quality I adore so much in you. Not many girls your age possess the courage, and even less are fortunate enough to live out their fantasises in a safe environment. Just remember how many times you came last night."

Adam's tone, although still friendly, adopted a businesslike quality, as he dropped his hand, and stepped away. "However, if you honestly didn't find it pleasurable, don't trust me, or are going to allow a misguided conscience to hinder your chance at fame and fortune, I'll terminate the contract, and you can return to normal life. A pity, because your star is on the rise, and the main reason I brought forward the vacation to Hawaii was to negotiate a potential swimwear contract." Shooting her a resigned smile, Adam turned to enter his office. "I'll cancel the flights, and provide you space to decide if you have what it takes. If not, there's others who'll leap at the opportunity, and it doesn't need to affect our relationship."
 
If Sophie possessed any sort of hindsight she would begin to discover a pattern from her interactions with Adam. After every encounter that he cajoled her into participating in the teen always felt some level of regret, and that uncomfortable feeling only seemed to grow in intensity after each increasingly depraved situation she found herself in. Before she could get really angry and cut ties with the pornographer he seemed to find some magic words that made her reconsider, and this time was no different. The teen had come stomping into his studio, raring for a fight that would make her feel better after debasing herself the previous day but her manager didn’t seem willing to oblige this expectation of hers.

Instead of matching her level of irritation and feeding into her anger Adam worked hard to soothe her temper, his hands calming on her shoulders and his words sympathetic and understanding. This time when he closed the distance between them Sophie didn’t pull back, although she did cross her arms with a huff of annoyance. She was doing her best to hold onto the anger that was fueling her tantrum, but it was fading fast. If she’d known there were cameras capturing their entire conversation than undoubtedly her anger would have burned for much longer. If she knew exactly how much footage that Adam possessed of her then she would be more than angry, especially if she knew exactly what he planned to do with that film. Having her private moments be available for paying customers to jerk off to was not a way she wanted to be remembered.

She felt herself softening in understanding when he boldly lied to her face, his apology the cherry on top of the plausible explanation that she had subconsciously been waiting to hear. “Oh, well…I mean if you didn’t know all of the details…” Already she had bought his story, her hazel eyes meeting his clearly although she was too inexperienced to detect the deception that lay there. The co-ed couldn’t stop the blush of embarrassment that warmed her cheeks under his tender touch as he casually mentioned how evident it had been that she’d been enjoying herself. Sophie didn’t have a response, for although she could only remember snippets from the previous night she couldn’t deny that she’d ever actually said no. She also couldn’t remember exactly how many times she had been brought to orgasm, but she imagined from the soreness that cloaked her limbs that it must have been multiple.

“As long as you’re sure no one else will ever see it..” It was clear that her irritation had finally departed as she began her transformation back into the easy-going girl next door persona that was her signature. Her brows furrowed in alarm when Adam became businesslike and offered to end the contract, a jolt of anxiety shooting through her. “No, that isn’t what I want! Of course I trust you!” Despite the fact that terminating the contract had been the exact reason she’d come that day the teen couldn’t bring herself to agree to such an act. She followed him into the office, slightly rankled that he could even suggest that there would be others to take her place. “You don’t need to cancel anything, I’m sorry..I was just a little upset this morning when I woke up alone.” Her eyebrows rose suggestively as she spoke, settling herself on the edge of the desk instead of in a chair.

Sophie smiled at him and crossed her legs so that the slit in her dress showed a length of her tanned thigh. “I really am sorry Adam, you know this isn’t usually like me…why don’t you tell me a little more about that swimwear contract? I’m very excited for our trip!”
 
Calm, collected, caring and understanding. That's the reaction the Pornographer swiftly concluded, would work best with the eighteen year old, rather a display of frustration or rage, although he was certainly capable of the latter, as had been evident at the poolside with Kurt. However, that tactic could only be used so often, before it's effect was diluted, and led to Sophie fearing him, and loathing the acts he manipulated her into. Not to mention, it was exponentially more more enjoyable, for both the Pornographer, and his paying customers, to witness how far the girl would go, and what she'd naively agree to, of her own accord, with just a little nudge in the right direction, and words of encouragement.

Her teenage tantrum and anger seemed to dissipate when Adam approached, and spoke in a voice of concern and contrition, confirming in his psyche that it wouldn't require much more to console the teen, and turn her worries around. A reminder of the pleasure she'd received, even if Sophie couldn't fully recall the details, followed by a subtle threat to her desired fame and fortune appeared to have the desired effect, and with his back to her when he entered the office, she couldn't witness the roll of his eyes, or lips that curled up into a satisfied, mocking smirk.

Those had disappeared when, with cell phone in hand in order to presumably cancel the flights, her reply reached his ears, and he placed it back in his pocket as he pirouetted to face her. "You have my word that no-one will ever see the film." Adam assured her, then his eyes wandered down the teenager's body, one which he'd witnessed naked and stuffed with cock on numerous occasions already, but still couldn't get enough of. He allowed his gaze to linger appreciatively on the revealed, tanned skin of her thigh, before lifting it back to her face. "You were exhausted, and I thought you'd sleep most of the day, so I ensured you were safely home, and the door locked. If I'd remained until daylight, I was concerned the other students would catch me when I left, and that could have caused you unneeded embarrassment, or having to explain to your peers."

Smiling in apology, he approached, placed both hands on her knees, unfolded her legs, and planted a kiss on her mouth, when he stepped between them. "You've nothing to be sorry for, I should have stayed, regardless. Forgive me?" The man arched a querulous brow, however, rather than wait for an acceptance, he instead began to peck Sophie's lips again and again, and answered her last query between kisses. "The swimwear contract. I've a friend on the Islands launching a new brand. I sent him some shots of our original shoot, and he absolutely loved your look." Adam paused in his ministrations to indicate an enlarged image of Sophie in the blue sun-dress, modest, but with enough of her body revealed to compel any hot-blooded male to crave seeing more, from their initial meeting, that hung on his office wall, then moved his lips to the teen's neck, and nibbled up to her ear. "Wants to meet you. No guarantees, but could be your big break."

It was a total fabrication, concocted on the spot, however, Levine did have contacts in Hawaii, one of whom he was certain, would agree to source appropriate swimwear from a local supplier, and change out the labels, on the promise of being able to pound Sophie senseless on the beach. And, if negotiations fell through? Oh, well, that happens in business, as the girl would learn. "We leave at 10am tomorrow. First-class luxury the entire way, all expenses paid, but why don't we forget about that for now." Adam flicked his tongue in the teen's ear, grazed her lobe with his teeth, and slipped a hand under Sophie's dress to trace the outline of her slit with his fingertips. "Whilst you tell me how I can ever make up for my disappearing act." Teasing, and playful; the Pornographer wouldn't want Sophie to get the impression he believed her no more than a collection of tight, young holes to be used.
 
It was a mystery to the girl why she’d become so immediately defensive when Adam mentioned terminating her contract, although that thought had whirled around in her brain the entire morning since she had woken up disoriented and alone in her bed. Sophie had no other intention aside from that one when she’d stormed into his office angrily, pieces of the previous night missing from her memory and sure that she did not want to participate in any more jobs like that one. A few well spoken words from her manager and the mention of their trip to an exotic location was all it took for her stance to shift completely, quickly finding the tables reversed when she was the one backpedaling and apologizing.

One thought still bothered her, however, that people she didn’t know would have access to view the scene that had been filmed the previous evening. The co-ed hardly wanted to think back on that night, let alone have video evidence of it be floating around somewhere on the internet. The worry that wrinkled her brow disappeared at Adam’s promise that no one would ever see it, and easily a more heat filled expression took over at the way she noticed his eyes lingering on her exposed skin. “Thank you Adam, that was one of my biggest worries..” Any irritation that she had been harboring over being left alone melted away at his seemingly genuine explanation of why he’d left her alone in her dorm room. Sophie eagerly embraced him when he settled himself between her parted legs, lips meeting his softly while her hands roved up and down his back.

“Of course I forgive you, I’m not acting like myself either.” Each word was spoken between kisses, trying to convey her own apology for acting so much like the teenage brat that some people might mistake her for. The college girl had nearly forgotten that she’d asked him for an explanation about her possible new job when their lips began meeting, but even his brief description had her eyes bright with excitement. “Are you serious?! That would be amazing…it’s so crazy they’d want me over any of the other models in the business..” Sophie also hadn’t realized that he had framed one of her photos on the wall, and her eyes went wide at the sight of it. She actually couldn’t find words to describe the intense feeling of exhilaration that welled up inside of her at the sight of the photo, but she tried to convey it to him by arching her hips against his and kissing him hungrily.

The mention of traveling to Hawaii in first class style was something she very much wanted to keep discussing, but Adam was nothing if not persuasive. The first ghost of a touch from his fingertips against her covered pussy made her whimper in anticipation, arousal already beginning to dampen her panties as he also teased her earlobe. “Mmm…I think I have a few ideas..” Her voice was a low purr as she spoke, eyes locked on his. “Why don’t you start by kissing me…” She trailed off again as she leisurely grasped his hand and lifted it, dragging his fingertips from her breastbone down to the apex of her thighs. “Here.”
 
Technically, Adam hadn't lied. No-one, apart from Blair Huntington would be privy to the film of Sophie Scott's gang-banging, although the same couldn't be said of her initial visit to his studio, photo-shoot, and Sophie's subsequent fucking on the sofa, followed by the revelation of the camera's capture of the entire event. That had, weeks ago, been uploaded to the website, and drew an ever increasing number of members, clamouring for more of the teenager. Adam satiated a portion of their appetite by adding some teasers of the girl at the poolside with Kurt, but not the entire scene, and footage captured secretly on his phone, including the college-girl in her dorm, where he'd fucked her, and the car trip on the way to and from Huntington's. Just enough to keep the members interested, whilst Sophie maintained her mostly innocent girl-next-door persona.

That people's perception on the latter would change, leading to a drop in interest, if they'd become aware of the multitude of cocks she'd taken the previous evening so swiftly after her initial encounter with Adam, was the main reason he possessed no concern about having waived any right to show it. Sophie's reaction when he eventually revealed that she was already on the web, being jacked off over by any number of men on a nightly basis, was an experience Adam both dreaded, and savoured. With the contract in tow, and his righteousness in being able to declare that he'd never told her a bald-faced untruth, the Pornographer remained certain he'd again be able to talk her around to his point of view. As he just had.

A few casual words here and there, a touch and a kiss, a display of affection and contrition, flattery, the promise of first-class luxury all the way to Hawaii, and a reminder of the potential fame and fortune she could miss out on, and the eighteen year old was like putty in his manipulative hands. "I understand, it's all new to you, but that's what I'm here for." More reassurance, as she responded to his kisses, and he smiled at her reaction to the image on the wall. "You're gorgeous, Soph and a natural, I'd have been surprised if he at least didn't want to meet you in person."

Careful to hedge his words, and not provide any guarantees that she could use against him once the negotiations fell through, Adam inhaled her intoxicating scent, and ran his fingertips lightly across Sophie's covered slit. Uncertain if, after the previous evening, she'd be too sore, hesitant, or sexually exhausted to become aroused, when, at the first touch, her whimper reached his ears, he pulled back to meet her eyes with a pleased grin. With the hidden camera's rolling, Levine laughed at her comment, and teasingly shook his head. "I'm sure you do, and I guess if it means you'll forgive me." Planting another kiss on her lips, "Fuck, I can't get enough of you," Levine placed his free hand on her shoulder, pushed her down on the desk, then stepped back, and lifted her legs over his shoulders, causing the teen's dress to fall above her waist in the process.

"Here," he asked, as with both palms now cupping her ass, and arching her hips in the air, he kissed the inside of a toned, tanned thigh. "Or Here?" Maintaining eye contact, he kissed a little higher, "Or here?" The Pornographer continued to ask the same question as he moved ever closer to her apex, issuing bites and nibbles to the Co-ed's sensitive flesh, until, eventually, he reached her pussy. When he did, Adam traced the outlines of her slit, through fabric, with the tip of his tongue, then shifted a hand to tug Sophie's panties aside, and began to slowly and tortuously lap the lips of her sweet, young cunt; interspersing each lick with a word. "Tell me you're my slut, Sophie."
 
The teenager was still blissfully unaware of her growing popularity in the dark corners of the internet; unaware of the stares and whispers that occasionally followed her when she walked around campus. She wasn’t the first and wouldn’t be the last college co-ed to bare a little skin for tuition money, however in Sophie’s case she did not yet know the extent to which her pictures and film were available for unscrupulous men (and possibly women too) to view. Likely the first time someone would approach her to ask if she was Sophia Scott would even be flattering to the girl, thinking that they might have seen some of her modeling work and not her being fucked in her tiny dorm room or other places.

If she’d known the amount of cameras that Adam had placed around the studio and his office she absolutely would not step foot in the place ever again, yet instead their private moments were dutifully being recorded for all of her subscribers to eventually witness the girl next door throwing a little tantrum and how easy it was divert her attention to more pleasant things. Like being signed for a swimsuit modeling contract. Sophie was already thinking ten steps ahead of the vague assurances that he was giving her about meeting the man – she was already seeing herself in magazine ads and other promotions. The teenager was dreaming big, thinking that once she got this contract it would be too easy for other businesses and photographers to see her and want to sign her for other jobs.

“I can’t believe you have this set up for me! I promise to impress him!” Unfortunately her dreams went way beyond what Adam was planning for her, and even if it was a legitimate interview for a job Sophie was already beginning to be branded in the adult industry. The wanton way she acted combined with her innocent looks only enhanced her growing fan base, and she wouldn’t disappoint them today. “Of course I’ll forgive you…soon.” Her hazel eyes met his cheekily, a wink showing that she was only teasing him. At the first touch of his fingers against her already damp panties she’d already forgiven him, but it was still an enjoyable change for her to direct him this time. Sensually she arched her back onto his desk and bit her lip in anticipation when he lifted her long legs onto his shoulders.

“Mmm, I like the view from here.” The way her body arched combined with gravity let the fabric of her dress pool around her waist, exposing her lacy thong and rounded ass cheeks to her manager – and the cameras. “You’re getting closer..” She murmured to him as he teasingly licked and nipped his way closer to her aching center, her hips flexing in anticipation when he slowly traced the outline of her with his tongue. The way the fabric rasped against her heated skin made Sophie throw back her head on the desk and moan loudly, hands already gripping the edge of it. “Fuckkk…” She gasped out when he only pushed her panties to the side and began to tease her with slow laps of his tongue instead of taking her hard like she wanted. “Adam! Fuck! You know that I am!” Her voice was a whine as she flexed her hips again, and in attempt to prove her words she pulled down the straps to her dress and exposed her perky tits to his knowing gaze.
 
Innocence was an aphrodisiac, and although the teen had proven underneath the youthful features, long chestnut hair, bright, welcoming brown eyes, and trusting, modest demeanour, there lay a wanton slut, it was a quality the Co-ed still projected to Adam. Not as much sexually, for he had witnessed her naked and screwed by a multitude of random strangers, on multiple occasions, it stemmed from the fact Sophie remained oblivious to the fact she was being used, and her escapades uploaded to the web.

With cameras and microphones installed throughout the entire warehouse, capturing every word, and Sophie's easy acquiescence to his manipulations, the viewers would obtain a good laugh from the situation, and the eighteen year old's naivety. That, fucking turned Adam on, as much as her youthful features, perfect tits, and tight, pink pussy. A pussy that, once again, appeared to be craving for attention, when he slipped his hand between her legs. Oh well, the man had no issues with screwing the teen any place, any time, and neither would the viewers with watching.

As they did, they'd likely still be chuckling at her excited reaction to the image on the wall, and his mention of a possible swim-wear contract, unlike the girl herself, aware that the talk of a contract was bullshit, and anticipating witnessing her on a tropical beach in Hawaii. What guy wouldn't look savour watching the gorgeous teenager parade around in a variety of bikini's, tanned, smooth flesh dripping with droplets of water, wet hair plastered to her shoulders, nipples peeking through sheer material, skin luminous with suntan lotion, before she was fucked up her oil-coated ass by the 'photographer'.

In the meanwhile, whilst her dorm was vacant, Adam intended for a trusted contractor to install video surveillance, allowing, on their return, the entire world into even her most private spaces, and providing access to her everyday life. As they'd receive for the duration of the Tropical vacation, including on the plane ride, and in the Resort suite. They made lenses so small these days, you could hide them anywhere. If Sophie's peers weren't aware of her career, they soon would be, and Adam looked forward to seeing how they'd treat their porn-star fellow student. Guys being guys, they'd likely all expect to her to spread her legs for them on command, or use the knowledge to extort sexual favours, and the pornographer intended to ensure as many as possible received the opportunity to ravage her. Maybe the entire football team at once; it wouldn't be her first gang-bang.

The secret knowledge had Adam's cock almost bursting the seams of his trousers as he smiled at Sophie's teasing words of forgiveness, and acceded to her request. A fresh angle, when he lifted her legs over his shoulders, and flung her back on the desk. "That's right, a slut." After his ministrations finally reached her pussy, and he'd tugged her panties aside to lap at her glistening folds, Levine shook his head teasingly when the girl lowered the straps of her dress, and her perky tits feel free. As if she'd just proven him correct. Tightening her legs around his neck, he slapped a hand harshly against one round ass cheek, and buried his head between her thighs; wet, silky folds brushing against his mouth. "You're dripping. Whore." Adam taunted, spreading her open with his hot tongue.

Simultaneously, as he delved inside, and began to bob his head, licking and lapping at every inch of her teen pussy, he reached up to harshly squeeze a tit, and continued to spank her. His eyes remained locked on Sophie's face as his ministrations turned increasingly frantic, and the room filled with the lewd sounds of him tongue-fucking her sopping slit until, eventually, with her juices glistening on his face, he withdrew, panting for breath. "Mmm, you taste so damn good."

Pinching a rosy pink nipple between his fingers and twisting, Adam cracked his palm hard enough against her butt cheek to leave an imprint on the taut flesh. "My teenage slut. Can never get enough, can you, not even after last night. Should I stop Sophie, or do want me to screw you like the dirty whore you truly are?" The man smirked, "If that's what you want, then beg for it. Let me hear how bad you need a cock shoved in your tight, little cunt." With his challenge hanging in the air, Levine's head dropped again, and his mouth, lips and tongue went to work on her clit, to urge her on further.
 
If walls could talk they would undoubtedly warn Sophie to get as far away from Adam Levine as she could. They would warn her that he was much more than the photographer he claimed to be, and was intent on using her youthful look and charm to cash in on the seedy part of the internet. He played his part well, however, and the teen couldn’t detect that he was lying through his teeth to her about the modeling contract or anything else he’d promised. His age and assumed authoritative role combined with her naivety and general unsuspicious nature ensured that Sophie followed along and did what he said without (much) pushback.

It turns out the young co-ed only need a little bit of encouragement and direction to transform from sweet girl next door into the cock hungry slut next door, and Adam knew exactly how to bring out that side of her. If he didn’t call her a slut and encourage her to act wantonly than the innocent girl never would have even dreamed of behaving in such a way, but with his blatant encouragement and demands she was forced to comply if she wanted him to fuck her. And she definitely wanted him to fuck her. Sophie was nearly dripping with excitement by the time he reached her little pink pussy with his tongue, and she couldn’t contain the sounds of pleasure that echoed in the office as he finally gave her what she wanted and began to sink his tongue into her.

“Oh fuckk, Adam! Just like that!” Sophie squirmed around on top of the desk, thighs clenched around his face as she threw her head back onto the hard surface with a thunk. She was quite a sight for the hidden cameras with her glossy dark hair spread across the desk like melted chocolate, her dress bunched around her waist, and her breasts heaving with her rapid breathing. Her hips jerked each time his hand connected with the rounded flesh of her ass, and she whimpered wantonly when he left an imprint on her ass cheek. “You know I never want you to stop..” Her voice was smokier than usual from their late night the previous day and the sounds of pleasure he was drawing from her, and she eagerly threaded her fingers through his hair to keep him in place between her thighs.

It didn’t take long for his skilled tongue to draw her to the edge of an orgasm, and she hung on the edge of it for as long as she could to draw out the sweet tension in her body. “Adam, please! I need you inside of me!” Her other hand moved to the apex of her thighs to circle her clit and finally grant her that sweet release. “I need you to fuck me….” Her last words came out as a whine as the tension in her body finally snapped and she gave in to her climax, a rush of juices coating Adam’s tongue for his efforts. For a few moments she relaxed back against the desk, basking in the afterglow of her hurried orgasm. A grin flitted upon the corners of her lips. “That definitely makes up for last night.” The teen languidly tugged on Adam’s hair to pull him closer as she sat up on the desk, her lips meeting his hungrily and tasting herself there.

“How about you sit back down in your chair and I’ll show you how grateful I am for the opportunities you’re arranging for me?” This time Sophie was the smirking one as she guided him to the chair that waited on the other side of the desk. Once he was seated she peeled off her now wrinkled dress and settled herself onto his lap, grinding against his covered erection as she did. “Comfortable?” She asked sweetly.
 
The girl's moans and squeals of excitement only served to urge Adam on to elicit more. With Sophie splayed out on the desk, her tits revealed and bouncing in the air, and his head buried between her naked thighs, the camera's would capture a helicopter view, showing the teen's naked body, the expression of pleasure pasted across her features, and her hips thrusting against his mouth as he expertly tongued her pussy. It was a close-up of the teen, in an obviously unrehearsed performance unlike any previously filmed, one not even foreseen by the pornographer. Particularly considering the Co-ed's demeanour when she'd entered the studio, intent on giving him a piece of her mind, and, Adam had feared, possibly threatening to walk away from the contract

That, not ten minutes later, she'd be be laid desk, dress hiked up over her waist, tits hanging out, panties dangling off her thighs, legs spread, moaning and writhing in pleasure, and dripping into his mouth, just further proved what a horny, easily manipulated, greedy slut, she was. Not an act, as far as Adam was concerned, but part of Sophie herself, and all he'd had to do was encourage her to release it. However, how she'd react, and if she could live with herself, once she discovered his true intent for her, was another matter entirely. She may not view her true nature, and the career it lent itself to, in the same positive light he did.

"Beg for it, Soph, beg for cock." Adam groaned, and pinched her nipple, maintaining constant eye contact, until the orgasm took hold of her. Her sweet juices as she writhed and orgasmed, before the tug of her fingers when the climax subsided, brought him up to meet her lips in a kiss. The viewers would appreciate the sight of her tasting her own juices. "Mmm, I love it when you cum for me, Filthy, fucking slut." Said with a smile, Adam hesitated momentarily, then raised an eyebrow and grinned when she again surprised him. However, why not allow her to assume a little control, it only served to amplify the fact that it was being done totally of her own volition, and sexual desire.

"Teasing bitch, aren't you?" Falling back into the chair, Levine groaned, and his head fell back, eyes closed, when her soaked pussy ground against the bulge of his throbbing meat through the fabric of his trousers. "I bet those college boys all want a piece of your hot ass. Bad luck for them, because from tomorrow it'll be me spending every spare moment, screwing your brains out in Hawaii." Eyes darkened with lust, Levine stared at Sophie. Despite his intent for her, or possibly, because of it, she really did turn him on as much as any girl he could recall, and his desperation for release had grown as great as hers.

If not more-so, for she'd already cum once, whereas his cock remained aching and throbbing, trapped in his pants, and dripping with pre-cum. "Think you can handle that, whore?" His voice roughening, as did his actions, Adam's hand shot up to grip her by the throat, briefly squeezing, before he let go, and tangled his fingers in Sophie's hair. Simultaneously, as he harshly jerked her head back, and bent to grip the flesh of her neck between his teeth, Adam released his erection with the unoccupied hand. Then, digging his nails into her thighs, he spread her legs open, and moaned in pure ecstasy when, from beneath, he drove every last, thick inch of his throbbing meat into her sopping hole.

The impetus lifted her in the air, causing the girl's long chocolate tresses to catch between his digits, and his teeth to break the flesh of her throat, before he meet the descent of her bouncing body with a second thrust, impaling her on his rock-hard cock, and almost splitting her in half. All talking, insults and name-calling were soon replaced by the noises of his harsh grunts, grunts and groans of pleasure, the slap of flesh against flesh, and his cock unceasingly pistoning in and out of her wet teen pussy. Feet braced on the floor, arm around her back and digits hooked in her hair controlling Sophie's position. Adam marked her neck and throat with bites and, using his legs for leverage, slammed up so hard and relentlessly into the Co-ed that the tip of his shaft hit her cervix, and the wooden chair began to splinter.

All else forgotten as his climax approached, except the burning need to spill yet another load inside eighteen-year-old Sophie Scott.
 
While it was obviously Sophia who was the star of all of the covertly captured films Adam might end up having a career as well from the way she couldn’t keep her hands off of him. The teen may have been completely oblivious to his deception and manipulation, but it was quite clear from the way his body responded to her nubile form that at least their mutual attraction was on relatively equal footing. Their sexual relationship was fairly unbalanced as the older man usually had complete control over their fucking – something the co-ed was happy to let him take. She had walked into his studio a fairly inexperienced and naïve girl, and Adam had demonstrated more than once to her that he knew her body better than she could have imagined. It was quite clear to Sophie that despite her occasional unease in a situation he always made her feel good…eventually.

Sometimes, though, she desired a little taste of power for her own. It was thrilling to take control for a brief period, pushing him back into the chair and settling herself seductively onto his lap. “You love how I tease.” She taunted him back for once, uncaring about the mess her dripping pussy was leaving on the fabric of his trousers as she ground her hips against his. “I can help with this if you’d like…” The teen arched her hips and reached down to ghost her fingertips against the throbbing bulge she found beneath her. “Oh!” Sophie gasped in surprise at how quickly and easily he could turn the tables on her, the brief pressure of his fingers against her delicate windpipe making her eyes widen in alarm – and arousal. The rough yet assured way he handled her made it obvious that she was dealing with a man, and not a fumbling college boy who might be panting after her. And that’s just one reason why she kept coming back.

He manipulated her body masterfully – breasts bared and back arched when he jerked her back by her long tresses and impaled her on his erect meat with one smooth thrust. “Fuck! Adam!” The co-ed’s wail echoed around the office as her hungry cunny welcomed his cock into her slick depths. “Fuck me! Like that!” As their bodies began to move together Sophie braced one hand on his strong shoulder and let one hand drift between them, her fingers immediately finding the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs that would let her cum again. After the numerous cocks she’d taken up the ass and in her cunt the previous evening she couldn’t help but feel some soreness as Adam fucked her with similar intensity, but she couldn’t bring herself to care much as she felt both of their bodies tensing for imminent climaxes.

Her moans and whimpers of pleasure melded with his as they fucked each other with single-minded purpose, her hips slamming down to meet his intense thrusts and cramming his cock as far into her tight teen hole as it would go. It didn’t take long for his cock and her fingers furiously rubbing her clit to induce another orgasm, Sophie’s body stilling on his lap and arching back against his supportive arms as her inner walls convulsed and milked his seed from him. The co-ed’s eyes fluttered closed and she slumped forward against his chest to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm and the thrilling thought that soon they would be fucking in Hawaii. “Mmm…that was nice.” She murmured breathily against his ear, chest rising and falling as she fought to catch her breath.
 
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