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Finding Solace (duke & AndNich)

dukeofhearts07

dukeofhearts07

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Jan 12, 2015
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Seattle, Washington
Swift Creek, Georgia. Alexander King did not think he would be back in this place again. His hometown and a place he only remembered for the ridicule that he endured at the hands of me of his youth, he had vowed to leave for Atlanta and never look back. No parents, no family left, he nearly succeeded in doing just that. It seemed that fate had a strange irony to it as his old alma mater had contacted him and asked him to give a commencement speech for the graduating class. He was an executive, an owner of one of the biggest weapons manufacturers on the entire East Coast, and had made a name of himself. Now he was being dragged back to a place where he didn't want to remember at all.

The speech was quick and mostly canned. It had the usual aspects of working hard, getting good grades, perseverance, and getting into college. Even with these words, he could see amongst the crowd of graduates that there were many who did not care. All he could see were those who would become mechanics, grocery workers, fast food cashiers, or other blue collar jobs. He could care less about this place or these people, and he certainly didn't like the memories it had brought up.

Upon his return to his hotel, the tall and brown haired man slicked his hair back as he pulled the grey jacket of his suit off. A snifter of whiskey sat on a nightstand and he quickly downed the burning fluid and hissed slightly at the burn. Already he had called up an escort agency to send him a girl. He would be there for the night and he needed the stress relief from a quick fuck. Lately though, that was becoming less and less satisfying as time went on. He could hire women for nearly five times what he was paying this agency, but high class prostitutes acted just as poorly as their lower paid cousins. There was an itch that needed scratching, but he did not know what it was.

Sighing a bit, he got a text from the girl informing him of her arrival at the hotel. He sent his room number to her then proceeded to pour himself another glass of whiskey. The dainty knock on his door let him know she had arrived and he walked over and opened the door for her. "Come in. Come in. Care for a drink?"
 
She had gotten the call earlier in the day. ‘Another day, another dollar,’ she thought. ‘Gotta pay the bills.’ Tessa Arcadia had grown up this small, one horse town. It wasn’t that she lacked the drive to leave. This town was like quicksand. Once you were in it, you needed someone , or something, to help pull you out. She was always popular in school, or perhaps feared would have been a better word. Still she grew up with people throwing themselves at her. Having a pretty face had it’s benefits for sure, and Tessa was an opportunist if nothing else. If someone offered to hold a door open for her, she let them and walked right through it. So if someone offered to change a grade for her, she agreed. If she knew someone was easy to manipulate, she took full advantage. If she knew someone was afraid of her, again she capitalized on that. The only problem with living like that is eventually the chances run out, and situations arise that you can’t charm or maneuver your way around. SAT scores can’t be faked, and colleges can’t be persuaded to accept a less than desirable student. So as she graduated and watched her fellow classmates go to either menial jobs or bigger and better things, she depended on her family. Her daddy had always had a deep love for his daughter. Ever since her summer with daddy, the two had been beyond close, but even he grew tired of her ways. Everyone did. Her mother was no exception. She had her sister living with her. Finally he ‘Forced her from the nest,’ as he called, pushing her to live on her own, to get a job and stand on her own two feet. Without any experience doing anything an no college education, she quickly found her job pool limited. Most jobs wouldn’t cover all the expenses she racked up. It wasn’t until she stumbled across the escort agency, that she found that pretty face she was born with could still come in handy.

Though it was a job, over time she found it hard to look in the mirror. In fact, she hated it. At least with the agency it wasn’t sweaty, poor, down on their luck losers trying to have an easy fuck. Business men who were passing through or cheating on their wives was the normal clientele. Anonymity was key, and she didn’t have a problem with that. She found it rather amusing to actually see them in public with their wives and the look of desperation and embarrassment that would come over them as they saw the hooker they had fucked the night before while their wife held their hand or their child ran up to them calling, “daddy!” Tessa was many things, but uncouth wasn’t one of them, or so she liked to think.

After the call came in for a job, her mind began to race in a thousand directions about the client. The call simply told her where to be at what time. The added information of new client had her curious. ‘Probably just some business man passing through again,’ she thought as she drove towards the hotel in her run down, beat up car. While the money was great, Tessa was horrible with finances. She closed the door on her car and headed inside the hotel. Fancy enough, and she had been here before. Her attire didn’t scream escort service. She knew hot to dress accordingly. Blue lace cut to just above the knees complimented by her heels. Her bright, blues eyes accented by just the right makeup, and her blonde hair pulled back away from her face.


The text came in, and she was in the elevator before her screen went dark again. She repeated the room number in her head realizing as she pressed the button this was the top of line as far rooms went here. ‘He’s got the suite. Not just any suite. THE suite. Money. Must be nice.’ His ‘room’ was basically an entire floor, a penthouse. The doors opened and she walked down a small hall and knocked on the door. A man opened spurting something about a drink. She narrowed her eyes at him and listened carefully. “Alexander? Alexander King is that you?”
 
"Alexander? Alexander King is that you?"

The name made his blood absolutely freeze in his veins. Not only his name being stated, but the fact that this prostitute actually recognized him. He had been so careful too. As far as he knew, none of the other townsfolk that he had gone to school with had recognized him or bothered to come up to him. It was better that way, so that he could forget this place and remember not to look back on any painful memories that might have been lurking below. This idea of avoiding it all seemed to go crashing into the ground from just six words from a prostitute of all people. She didn't seem like a girl he had used before, and he was sure as hell that escort services didn't just trade girls around with each other like pro football players. So the question on his mind was, who the fuck was she? "I-I'm sorry. H-Have we met?" The stutter was coming back, just like it had been for most of his childhood and teenage years. If the girl wasn't sure that he was Alexander King then she might have recognized him now that the stutter was back.

Despite the fact that he was handsome, and fairly clean cut, he felt himself sink in her presence. A pit formed in his stomach and his sexual appetite started to drain away as he turned and quickly went for the kitchen counter of the penthouse to pour another drink. He fumbled with the glass and looked down to see his hand shaking as he tried to pour the whiskey into it and spilled some onto the counter. He took a deep breath and tried to search his mind for why he was suddenly reverting back to his previous state. What could have caused it? Normally if a prostitute asked if he was the big shot CEO of Kingpin Industries he would simply shrug and say that he looks like him, but at that he paid better as a joke. He ran his hand through his hair as he wracked his brain and then it finally dawned on him. Blonde hair, pretty blue eyes. It had to be her.

There was one girl who had tormented him all through high school. Homework assignments being done while she fucked the captain of the football team on the weekends, setting up every piece of tech she had so that she could always keep touch with her clique, and even teasing him with promises of sex and then embarrassing him in front of the school by having him show up to the gym naked with the whole class assembled. Part of him scoffed that this was the girl who had held such sway over him for four long years of his life, and now she was here about to be paid for having sex with him. Another part of him still fear her, still felt the acid of her ridicule. The ridicule came with a name. Tessa Arcadia.

"Tessa? Tess Arcadia, right?" He turned with the second glass of whiskey in his hand as he tried his best to put on a fake smile and pretend everything was alright. "Class of '07 right? It has been an age and you haven't seemed to change one bit." Two-faced cunt. Words he wanted to add into the mix but knew it would get him only more attention and probably some trouble with the escort agency. "So, you work as a call girl? Always thought you would marry Hank Nash and go off to live with him on some Army base after joined up." The name Hank Nash tasted like poison in his mouth and he washed it away with a quick sip of his whiskey and resumed that plastic smile.
 
She grinned as she entered. “That stutter. I would know it anywhere, but you haven’t changed a bit,” she beamed. “Yeah. I work at an escort service Jester.” Jester. A joke she came up as a play on his last name. The first day of school, and she saw this boy looking at her. In her eyes, he was nothing more than a nerd. She had walked up to him, with her black combat boots and highly inappropriately short skirt, and asked him what his name was. The boy stuttered out his name. Alexander King. “King? More likea royal jester,” she had teased. The students all around erupted in laughter. The name stuck with him from there on out, and every time she referred to him it was by that name. “So Jester. Looks like you’ve done pretty good for yourself. No woman waiting back at your expensive house for you? Awww,” her face the perfect picture of mock concern as she leaned her back against the counter. “What a shock.” She reaches towards him taking the glass. “High dollar booze you got here, and you spill it on the counter. Get something and clean that up.” She was talking to him like she always had. Her attitude towards him one of ,’ you are beneath me. You shall do as I say.’ She raised the glass to her lips drinking what was left. “Not bad. Good burn to it, but then you again, you like burns. Don’t you Jester? I use to burn your ass all the time in school. Looks like my getting you to do my homework for me was good for you. It built a lot of character. Made you strong, and look at you now. You make bowling pins right,” she laughed. “Just kidding. I know what you do. You make weapons. Imagine that. A weakly thing like what you were in high school making weapons. I never would have imagined it.”

She sits the empty glass on the counter and moves into the spacious living room. “Not bad at all Jester. As for Hank, I got tired of wasting my time. Didn’t hurt him I caught him fucking Anastasia Dewitt. That stupid bitch was always after what wasn’t hers. Last I heard she was fucking her new boss at some big shot company. Guess a slut never changes colors.” She sank down slowly to the oversized couch and gazed out the window. “Must be pretty refreshing for you in places like this. The whole world under your feet instead of on your back. 07 huh? Has it been that long? Time flies.” She looks towards the kitchen climbing on her knees, leaning on the back of the couch. “Come on Jester! Get in here! You paid for me, and I’m on the clock. I get paid by the hour, and the longer you take to get in here, get it up, and cum, the more money it’ll cost you. Then again,” she began to laugh, “I’ll bet you blow your load really fast. How long has it been you played with yourself anyway? I know it’s been even longer since you’ve had a woman. NO! WAIT! Am I your first woman? Tell me,” she began standing from the couch still looking towards the kitchen. “Did Jester finally decide to play with a real woman instead of one that he has to inflate?” Tessa teased him as mercilessly as she had back in high school. It was something that made her feel as good as she did back then. Things like this didn’t happen very often anymore. She was brought down often by the daily grudge of her life. So for now, for this one shining moment, she was going to take hold of something that could make her forget her own failures, her own life, and feel good once more. She was going to tease Alexander until her time with him was over, and to make matters even better, she was going to get paid to do so. ‘Oh he’ll never last more than five minutes. Might not even be able to get it up,’ she thought. ‘Easiest money I ever made.’
 
There it was, those words again and the name: Jester. It had haunted him all throughout high school at the moment where he had found enough courage to even talk to a girl and then have it all turned around and thrown right back into his face. His face was turning red as Tessa took the highball glass from his hand then took her seat on the couch and acted as if she was a queen. Then the taunted started up again and he felt himself shrink. She seemed to have held some kind of strange mystic hold on his confidence and with each word she spoke he felt it diminish further and further. She’s just a prostitute now. You’re better than her. You’ve made something of yourself. He said inside of his head as he continued to be berated. Even with these words in his head he continued to feel diminished, that he was no longer a King as was his namesake, but as a Jester like how Tessa called and mocked him.

Pulling the money out of his pocket he laid out the money on the coffee table. One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, all the way up to four hundred dollars. Certainly not the most that he had paid for a woman, and he looked almost ashamed as he stared down at the money that he had counted out. Then it finally hit him. This bitch that was sitting across from him was being paid by him. She was reliant upon his patronage in order to survive. No longer was he the one writing up her history essay or helping brush up all her math homework. She was here, to suck and fuck at his leisure for as long as he wanted. He would be damned if he let her call the shots again. ”I-I’ll be right back.” He got up from the couch, quickly quaffed the snifter he had poured for himself and stepped by the doorway and pulled out his cellphone.

It was a quick call back to the agency and he decided that he wanted her for an overnighter. Though the scheduler at the other end seemed a bit hesitant, he dropped his name just once and the tone turned much more agreeable. They knew that he would pay them in full and that they would not want to miss out on such a big whale of a paycheck. Once things had gotten finalized, he shut off his phone and locked the door. A dark look filled his eyes and he smiled inwardly, he was going to take his revenge tonight and Tessa had no idea what was about to hit her. For all she knew, he was taking a business call and not extending her contract. A contract that he was going to make the most of.

He returned this time with a briefcase, a small one that he had brought along with a few documents and other items. One of the items was two grand in twenty dollar bills all nicely collected and wrapped with one of those official looking tapes from one of those fancy banks denoting exactly how much was in there. He opened up the case and pulled it out before holding it in front of him. It was the rate that he agreed upon with the agency for an overnighter with Tessa and he simply smiled at her, almost unnervingly so. ”So, I spoke with your agency and I decided that since time is of such concern to you that I would like an overnighter. Twelve hours, they were more than readily accepting of this two grand that I carry with me for your services. Speaking of which,” he suddenly swung the hefty wad of cash and struck her in the side of the head, the thickness enough more than enough to be considered a blunt force object. He hit her again and again, each time striking her with more force. It brought a great release to him as he did so. ”Just who do you think you are? I’ve come out from this shithole of a town one of the richest men in the world, and what are you, Tess? What are you now?” He swung again, causing the flesh of her arms and sides to bruise from his rough treatment. ”You’re a whore! Nothing more than a common whore, and I’ll teach you what kind of treatment a whore deserves!”

Once more he tossed the wad of cash at her, the band tearing upon impact and little portraits of Andrew Jackson flying up into the air as he grabbed her by the throat and started dragging her over to the kitchen counter. There was no softness in his voice, nor any of that stutter or hesitation of his movements. No, all of this was fueled by a combination of his lust for her body and also the rage that had welled up for so long inside of him. He had tried so hard to forget all of it, but this bitch had to dredge it all back up and fuel the fire inside of him. She was going to get burned for it. As he slammed her hard against the counter, he pulled up her skirt with one hand and quivered as he touched her ass. An ass that had evaded him all throughout his teenage years now was right there in front of him, separated only by a little bit of lace and polyester. His hand tore those down and revealed her bare ass to him, the underwear still wrapped around her thighs as he jammed a finger in her ass. ”Yeah, you like that don’t you? I bet you take cock up your fucking ass all the time! He roughly thrusted his finger as he leaned into her and whispered in her ear, ”You know what your agency said? They said that because I’m Alexander King I could do whatever I wanted to you because I bought you for twelve hours. How does that make you feel? Knowing that the boy you ridiculed is going to take you like a man?”

Again he pushed his finger deep into her ass, but then added another one, stretching her out painfully and loving every minute that her body tried to resist him. His cock raged in his pants, a combination of anger and lust fueling the throbbing inside. Pulling his fingers from her, he unzipped his pants and let the nine inch monster out and rest against her unwilling pussy. Unceremoniously, he shoved the tip into her cunt and started to thrust in, pushing past any resistance and cry of pain and shame. He had her right where he wanted, and there was no going back after this.
 
She eyed him as he came over, and she watched with greed in her eyes as he counted out the money. “Just like old times huh Jester? You’re still giving me exactly what I want, and I don’t have to do a damn thing, but I’m feeling generous. I’ll actually do my job and let you fuck me,” she smirked. “Sure,” she called after to him as he disappeared. Once he was gone, she reached forward taking the money counting it over and over smiling. “Easiest money I ever made,” she giggled. “Poor sap probably can’t even get it up.”

When he approached, she placed the money back on the table eyeing the briefcase with curiosity. “What is this? You make your girls sign some kind of contract? No need. I’m already under one with the agency.” As the words left her mouth, she saw the cash in his hand. It was far more money than she had ever seen, and she began to wonder exactly what this man had in mind if he was willing to show that kind of cash. The grin on his face forced her to narrow he eyes at him. ‘What are you up to Jester,’ she thought. ‘I am not doing any freaky shit with you. There are things even I won’t do.’ She never felt uneasy. There was no need for her to in her mind. It was just Jester sitting across from her with a nice wad of cash. She opened her mouth to speak, but before the first syllable could leave her throat, she was struck. The force instantly shot through her temple straight across to the other side. She had barely brought her eyes up when she felt the blow again. The next one came even faster and harder than the other two had. Her head ached, and her face was a bright shade of red. ‘What the fuck,’ her mind screamed. His tone, his words told her he was livid, but in her mind, she couldn’t imagine why. She could not fathom that her teasing had pushed him this far. The next blow was enough to cause her to cry out in pain clutching her side and arm. She felt the money hit her one final time, and there was a blur of green before her eyes. ‘No! Are you insane? Look at what you’re doing! The money!’ She wanted to reach for it, but her injured body took presentence.

Before she could do anything, including speaking, he had his hand around her throat. She released her body to grab at his hand with both of hers. Trying to pry the powerful hand from her throat quickly proved to be futile. Her body was being dragged like a rag doll through the room and towards the kitchen. She groaned as he brought her crashing into the hard, unforgiving surface of the counter. ‘Jester! What the fuck are you doing? You just wait! I’m gonna make you so fucking sorry for this!’ Tessa jerked hard against him, his touch, and his body, all of it as he pulled up her skirt. She knew it was her job, but this was wrong. He snapped her panties from her body with ease, and she cried out. “Stop it! No!” Her hands came behind her back, to the sides; anywhere she could try to push him away from her. The agony was clear in the deep groan that came from her as his finger violated her ass. Her pussy was dry, and her ass was in no way ready for his digit to be shoved inside. “No,” she whimpered in response barely able to speak through the sobs that threaten to erupt from her throat. ‘What? The agency said that? I’ll sue! I’ll quit and sue and own their asses!’ Her ass tightened as she felt another finger push through her muscles, stretching her open to him. All of her knowledge about how to make anal less painful was gone. She yelled out loudly, her feet began to kick in tandem with her hands still flailing around. “Jester,” She called out. “What the fuck are you doing? I’m a fucking escort! Sex isn’t anything new to me dumbass! If you want it rough or in the ass, all you had to do was ask! Are you such a fucking moron you think you have to take it this way? You IDIOT!” There was a hint of laugh in her voice as she still tried to tease and taunt the man who was punishing her. “Take me like a man huh? With your fingers? Is this how you get girls off? That limp, little dick of yours no good? I thought as much in school. It’s why I never went out with your sorry ass!” She jerked hard trying to stand up against him as she heard the zipper on his pants fall. “Sick fuck! Let me up Jester! Jest...." Her mouth opened in an ear piercing shriek flooded the room. His massive cock sliding into her dry pussy felt as if he would tear her skin. He forced almost all of the very air from her lungs as he pushed himself into her. "Jes....ter," she panted out wasting what little air he had left her with.
 
Tessa's shriek shocked him from his rage induced haze for a second as he entered her and simply kept himself inside to adjust to her. He had done it. This woman who had been a thorn in his side all throughout his high school years, and who dominated him with her teasing words and who kept him down with a name like Jester. He hated it and now she was bent over the kitchen counter, her face and arms bruised from his beating and from him slamming her onto the hard surface with his cock inside of her. It wasn't like he was small either, he was pretty big and the other boys in high school had made fun of him for it too. The Frankenstein's Cock were the words in the locker room and every day before and after gym he would hear those words. No more. Tessa was going to learn the lesson of what Frankenstein's Cock could do to her for all the pain she had caused him.

"Stop calling me that!" A hand reached for her for the pulled back blonde hair as he pulled her back up and then slammed her face back down onto the counter once more. "I hated that fucking name! You think I liked hearing that shit? How about you? Slut Arcade? Remember that? Everyone called you that name from behind your back! Looks like they were right, because you're here after I called an escort agency. An escort, ha!" He pulled her head to the side then spat onto her face before laughing. "You're nothing more than a hooker! No matter how much you get paid, you're still just a hooker at the end of the day. No one gives a fuck about you if you have to fuck for a living, and I'm gonna make you earn it!" His hips started thrusting bit by bit. It was much more difficult given the fact that she was dry, but her body would no doubt give into him. All he had to do was keep his hips moving and she wouldn't be able to do much except take it. The more pain he caused her, the less she would probably resist.

His hips continued to move against her, the sound of his thighs slapping against her pert ass filling the penthouse suite as he kept a tight grip on her hair and used it like some sick lasso to keep her head and back bent towards him. A part of him felt sick that he was raping a woman, but another part of him loved it. This part of him craved vengeance, especially towards her, and he would get it through sexual satisfaction of her body. Still gripping her hair, he grabbed the knocked over bottle of whiskey and pulled the cork out with his teeth before taking a long pull from it. "You liked the expensive whiskey I had bought? Here!" He poured some over her head, the alcohol soaking into her hair and pouring down her face to ruin her makeup. "You like it you bitch? Five hundred bucks and I can waste some of it on you because it doesn't matter. You fuck for five hundred? I make that just with my dick in you right now!" Alexander didn't care at all. All he cared about was fucking this whore until he was good and done.

Suddenly a wicked idea came to him. He had read somewhere that some people took alcohol up the ass because it hit the bloodstream faster, but could kill you too if you took too much. Grinning wickedly, he flipped the bottle over and as it poured more boozed down her back he aligned with her ass and shoved it in, whiskey still pouring out and now into Tessa. "Yeah! You're gonna drink it like any prostitute deserves, through the other mouth that you feed with cock!" Even with the bottle held in her ass he pulled her hair again as he fucked her harder and harder.
 
He paused. ‘Finally,’ she thought. ‘He’s coming to his senses. I may be an escort, but this is still rape! You wait until I’m out of this hotel room! I’m going to sue them. I’m going to sue him! None of them will get away with this!’ Then suddenly, without warning, he grabbed her hair,slamming her back into the counter. She cried out in pain, tasting her own blood in her mouth. Words spilled from his mouth like venom. His rage, his anger, over how she had treated burning like a raging fire fueling his actions. ‘Keep your mouth shut! Don’t say anything else to anger him more! He’s crazy! This man has lost his mind!’ She cringed as his spit touched her face. It had more of an effect on her than him pulling her hair once more. Her head ached from the abuse he had been inflicting on her, and the copper taste of blood was still lingering in her mouth. Her eyes scanned the counter finding where it had smeared along it. ‘My lip. He’s busted my lip open.’ She opens her mouth nearly howling as he pushes himself inside her. All the rumors, the teases, the taunting about Freankenstein’s cock were true, and she was finding that out right now as he took her without mercy. Her pussy was dry as she was not aroused and there had been no foreplay. She felt as though his cock was going to tear her skin open. Tessa closed her eyes tightly as her head was pulled back her hair, arching her back almost unnaturally so. She tried to block out this pain, this burning, ripping, stabbing pain he was inflicting upon her. Every dry, rubbing movement of his cock only seemed to grow in intensity as he pounded her. Her legs grew weak, and she feared them buckling, but Alexander had her pinned so tight against the counter, she knew her body wouldn’t fall. The counter pressed into belly, a hard unforgiving surface. At times, her feet were lifted from the floor as he drove her hard into the counter, her body gliding upwards with each thrust from his powerful hips.

She heard the bottle among the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh laced with intermitent cries. “No,” she protested before the whiskey hit her lips. She spit sending a spray of the alchol flying before her face. Her eyes began to sting as her make-up mixed with the substance. She blinked hard as everything seemed a bit fuzzy to her for a moment or two. The liquid now covered her face, and the smell was heavy in her nose. ‘Fuck! You dumb mother fucker! You just wait! I’ll bust that fucking bottle over your head! Yeah you make a lot of money. Big fucking deal. Still can’t make you somebody women wanna be with. You’ll always be Jester the loser. You might have your dick in my pussy right now, but you had to fucking pay me and then rape to get it. I’m still too good for you.’ The whiskey hit her back, and she whimpered. ‘You fucking retard! You’re wasting booze on torturing me? Dumbass!’ She let loose and ear piercing yell as the glass bottle pushed her tight ass. The contents began to spill inside her, and Tessa knew what was going to happen. “Alex! That could….kill me! You hate me, but you don’t….wanna be….a killer. Do….you?” Her head went limp, only held up by his grip of her hair. Her once bright blue eyes became glossy as the booze induced haze began to settle. ‘Fuck. I’m….getting….drunk.’ She slowly became a rag doll only there for his sexual pleasures. Her hair a mess now firmly in his grasp. The makeup she had spent so much time on had now ran down her face. The blood from her lip trailed down her chin. The hands that were against the counter slipped from the edge as her now held her pinned by fucking her and her hair. “Please,” she whispered. “Enough. Alexander….stop.”
 
As Tessa's responses started to become sluggish and her body relaxed from the alcohol now surging through her body he could only smile. Tessa had always been such a big tease and one of the biggest bullies to him and now she was bloodied and bent over the kitchen counter with a big alcohol enema inside of her. As the last of the bottle emptied out into her he pulled it with a loud pop and plugged it with a thumb with his other hand still holding onto her hair. The thrusting of his hips never stopped once this entire time and he actually was fucking her harder and felt more lively than he had ever fucked in his life. A more wicked side of him was showing, a side in which he could actually give in to whatever perverse joy he had from torturing Tessa and from using her like a real living fuckdoll. It felt glorious and sickening all at once and he could not tell where it started and ended. Finally he let go of her hair and let her face slap down onto the counter, her blood mixing with the whiskey that covered the entirety of the marble, and yet he was far from done. "I'm going to make you pay for everything you said. Every word, every syllable," he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her violently towards him, the smell of fear and liquor wafting off her face, "I'm going to break you, and no one will look twice at you or flinch in your direction when you tell them who did it. Afterall, you’re just a whore and no one cares about you."

The dryness finally started to annoy him. Alex could not even get a good rhythm even with the hard thrusts he was using on her. No, he had to lube her up. Grabbing her by the waist he pulled out and tossed her over to the couch as he retrieved the lube in his briefcase normally reserved for when he needed to jerk off and didn't feel that a prostitute was necessary. In this case, the lube was necessary for the prostitute or at least to use her like a cock sleeve anyways. Once he was finished he positioned her onto her back on the couch and held her legs up in a “V” as he slid his cock back into her and sighed at the now warm and wet feeling. He knew that the wetness was from the lube, but at the very least she provided a nice tight passage for him. Alex grinned evilly, one hand gripping at her waist while he thrusted and then a hand now wrapping around her throat as he pulled her closer to him. Not only could he smell the alcohol on her skin, but she would be able to smell the booze on his breath as well as he whispered to her. ”I’ve always wanted to do this. To make you feel me inside of you, fucking you real good. Hell, I don’t even care that you’re a prostitute. Fucking you bare is way better than using plastic wrap around my cock.”

He pushed her back down onto the couch and let her flop onto her back as a hand whipped forward and slapped at one of her perky breasts. There was a sinister laugh and a feeling of wild satisfaction in his mind before he swung his other hand to slap her other breast. With each thrust he continued to slap, harder and faster each time. Soon there would be visible red hand marks upon her flesh, the result of his harsh treatment of her. Yet he didn’t care that he would leave marks, which he would leave her battered and possibly broken. Let her break, he thought in the darkness of his mind. Let her know the mark I leave on her.
 
It wasn’t just the feeling that let her know he had removed the bottle. It was the sound it made as well as he pulled it from her tight ass. Tessa knew she was drunk. Fighting him, as well as even walking, would be difficult if not impossible. She could feel the substance in her now distented belly as she had been filled so quickly her body had not absorbed it all yet. Still there had been enough in the bottle to make her more than adquently intoxicated. Each thrust of his hips only made her want to vomit more and more. ‘Jester has….lost his….mind,’ she thought. Her face hit the counter hard, harder than she would have ever wanted it to. Had she not been three sheets to the wind, she could have stopped the impact from ever happening. As it was, she could taste blood in her mouth now. ‘Fuck you Jester.’ The words were violent as they lingered in her mind. ‘How dare you..say such things. Idiot! You’ve gotta..pay for..sex. HA!’ To even keep a cohrent thought was proving a hard task. The combination of the booze, the smell, the fullness she felt, and the cold, hard counter that was replaced by his forceful, unforgiving grip had her mind in a blur.

As he pulled out and threw her to the couch, she felt just a small amount of the whiskey drain out and down her leg. She stumbled, nearly falling, catching herself on the couch as she tried to focus on him. “You’re….crazy,” she slurred, not even sure he heard her.

She groaned as he pulled her body into the position he wanted. Tessa was nothing more than his pliable fuckdoll. As he slid into her sore pussy, the sounds coming from her reflected her pain. ‘Bare? He’s fucking me bare? Shit! No!’ She began to shake her head. “No….Alex….Don’t….cum….inside….me. It’s….not….allowed.” She brought her hands up, swinging them wildly, trying to fight him off, but in her current state it was more comical than anything. “Don’t fucking..cum inside me..Jester.” She said the name before her drunken mind could even grasp the fact the words were actually coming from her mouth. She cried out as he began to slap her breasts. Each slap felt harder than the one before. Her white skin began to glow a bright red as he continued to torture her tender flesh. “Stop,” she screamed out. “I said NO! It’s..rape..Alex! I’ll go to the cops! Money..or no..money! Prostitue..or not! Fucking werido!” She could feel her body reacting to him as much as she hated it. Her clit swollen, tender, and she wanted a release. Despite the circumstances, all her body knew was a big cock was pounding her, and that was all that was needed for her to repsond. “Alex! Please! No! Don’t cum! You gotta stop,” she slurred once more as she began to writhe beneath him, trying to escape him but to no avail. He was far too strong and too dominating at this point. He was in control, and she was simply along for the ride.
 
Watching Tessa struggle like some kind of pathetic ragdoll was amusing to Alex. Despite his position in his company, he never felt much control there or in his life. This, however, this was something else entirely. This woman who had been such a thorn in his side for so many years of his life was weakly struggling beneath him while his cock tore open her pussy for his pleasure. The part of him that was supposed to feel sick at this sort of treatment didn't anymore. All he felt was power, pure power at the sight of Tessa beneath him. Her words meant nothing to him and he simply laughed at them. As she flailed he dodged out of the way of an errant arm here or there, but he grabbed them and made faces at her as he held them in his grip. "You want me to stop? You want to hit me? Tell you what, I'll make you a deal." He pulled her arms together and held them in one hand as he placed as his weight on his waist and planted himself balls deep into her. "If you can push me out of your hot cunt then I'll leave the cash, and I'll leave tonight. You don't have to stay the rest of the night with me." It was a little spark of hope he'd give her, just enough to see her struggle. "But, if I cum inside of you then I'm gonna fill your ass with my cock and cum next."

He'd given her the challenge, but now it seemed he was going to do this best to make himself cum. The sound of his hips slapping up into her, his cock sliding in and out of her battered cunt sent shivers up his spine. It felt amazing how she felt around him, how much he had imagined this very sensation all throughout his teens and now he was actually feeling it. A hand found her throat and he squeezed ever so gently as he brought her face to his. "Oh? You'll go to the cops? In this piss poor town? Everyone knows you're a prostitute Tessa. They're all gonna say that you shouldn't be whoring yourself out in the first place. No one is gonna do a damn thing, except fuck you over like I'm fucking you now." He lashed out with his tongue and licked her face, still tasting the booze that he had poured over her head earlier.

Now he pinned her down by her throat, his grip nice and tight to keep her from struggling too much, but he wanted her to be able to wiggle a little to try and fulfill her end of the deal. "Come on Tessa, your hot tight cunt is gonna make me cum soon. If you don't fight then I'm gonna put a bastard in your belly." He picked up his pace even as he said his words, the grin across his face growing more wicked by the second. "Or is that what you want? You want your daddy to know that his little girl became a whore and got knocked up because of it? You'll just be another town slut. Just like you were always meant to be." His grip hardened as his thrusting became more and more frantic. Alex knew that Tessa would not be able to stop him and he wasn't going to stop having his fun regardless of how much she struggled and screamed. With a hoarse grunt he pumped himself deep into her and unloaded his pent up seed into her cunt, his body going rigid as his balls rose and fell with each spurt.
 
The next thing Tessa was clearly able to focus on was the overwhelming feeling of being stuffed as his cock pressed into her deeply. “Deal,” she stammers through clenched teeth before her fighting began again with a renewed effort. In her mind, she was fighting a strong fight, and yet in reality, she was still flailing about like a fish out of water. Her body seemed to be made of rubber, devoid of bones, as she tossed and turned, struggling beneath the weight of the man who was now fucking her with a renewed intent of his own. Both were people with goals, however different they were, and they fought as such.

She was disgusted by his words even more so than the act of him licking her face. “Shut your face! I am not….a prostitute. I’m an escort! People pay….for my services….my company….not sex!” The sad truth was she knew he was right. No one would do anything if she went to anyone with her story. Even being able to provide proof he was who he was, and she was just the girl deemed a hooker. She groaned feeling his body slamming into her own over and over again as he filled her each time. She was angry, full of rage, and her body only knew the pleasure he was giving her. She hated knowing that she was getting wet, that her nipples were rock hard, and the fact that she would orgasm. She knew it was just a matter of time, with each thrust from him, that her pussy would soon flood him. ‘That will only make him think I’m enjoying this.’

Her hands gripped at his wrist as he held her throat. There was an instant fear. ‘Is he going to kill me? Kill me, and he doesn’t have to worry about anyone ever finding out about what he’s done here tonight.’ It never occurred to her that this was just a simple act, a show of dominance over her in this situation, this moment. “Fuck you,” she squeaked out as he spoke of her father finding out she was just a whore. “I can’t….get….pregnant. I’m….on….birth….control.” A sly smile came across her lips as she felt this was a small victory some how. Here he was, treating her this way, saying what he was, using the threat of getting her pregnant as part of some sick deal, and she knew all along she couldn’t conceive a child because she was on the pill. It was the only dig she could get in on him right now. Just as she finished telling him this, she felt his warm seed fill her. Her mouth opened wide as her body stilled. All she could do was lay there and take everything he was giving her. Every drop of his cum was pumped deep inside her, and his cock remained, almost like a plug holding it all in. “I can’t..get pregnant..Alex. So fill me. It won’t work.” Even in the face of being defeated, she was still defiant.
 
He had done it, he had cum inside her and she had lost their deal. The woman who had been a complete bitch to him for a significant portion of his childhood was now full of his cum and cock and pinned under him. Yet he heard her words of defiance. Those words that she spouted to him as a means of holding out, a way of holding onto whatever semblence of dignity she might have. This infuriated him and he felt something boil in him. With his cock still firmly planted in her he did not soften, but actually seemed to harden as the blood rushed back to it and coursed throughout his body. His hand found its way to her throat once more and instead of the simple grip of dominance it one of anger holding onto her tightly, his hands bruising her skin as he stared at her with malice set deep into his eyes. "Is that how you talk to someone when their cock is in you? When someone is nice enough to pay you all this money?" Again his grip tightened on her throat as he pressed himself harder into her and let her know that he was not happy with her.

Suddenly he pulled out of her and then gripped her arm lifting her up and bringing her face to his. He could smell the alcohol on skin still and the sweat on her from sex and he licked her face again and tasted her. "You think you got one on me, huh? You slut! That's all you are, and your little jab at me not getting you pregnant? Just means I can use your cunt until you drip with my cum when you walk out of here. IF you walk out of here." His laugh was dark with his last sentence as he started to drag her over to the bathroom, one arm now slung around her neck while another grabbed her hair and he started to drag her over to the bathroom. Simply draping her over the toilet, he grabbed the shampoo and poured it on her backside and started to finger her ass letting her know exactly what he was going to do next. "Telling me you can't get knocked up was a big mistake. I might have worried you'd carry a brat of mine after this, but now I know that I don't have to worry about filling your cunt up with cum. For now," he slipped a second and then a third finger right after the other, "I think I'll get my fill of filling your ass with my cock."

Again he was rough, gripping her by the hair and pushing her over the toilet with the seat up and her face almost in the bowl while he positioned his cock at her ass. "If you don't push back and give me a good fuck then I'm gonna drown you in toilet water. Bet your family would die of embarrassment if you were found facefirst dead in a toilet." He pushed his thick member into her, stretching out her ass with help from the soap. He hissed with pleasure as he pulled her hair with one hand while another pushed down on her ass to keep her body bent down over the toilet. Finally his hips started to pump. He was barely halfway in, but he figured he would get hilted in eventually. With a yank he pulled her up to him which forced another few inches into her reamed rump. "Be good and give me the best fuck of my night and I'll just fuck you and walk away. You bitch at me, you make any kind of jab and I'll fuck you up worse than anything you've ever experienced."
 
Tessa choked as his hand snaked around her throat. Her face turned red, and her eyes felt like they were going to explode from her head. She reached for his wrist in a futile attempt to free her airway. Her fingers loose, and her efforts nearly limp. His cock stabbed into her body, and she groaned as her hands fell lifeless. She wanted to speak, even tried to tell him, “I’m sorry,” but her voice only came out as weak, strained sounds. The skin beneath his fingers had been red, at first, but now a bright shade of purple was becoming visible.

Tessa felt the void when is cock left her body. She had been so filled by him before. Unsteady on her feet, she faced him with his help. ‘If?’ The word hung in her mind. She was drunk, but she still understood what he had said. ‘If? What do you mean if I walk out of here?’ She had been afraid of what he could do to her, but there was that comfort that Alex wouldn’t go too far down a dark path. Now she feared he might just do that. “No,” she stuttered. Unable to form many words, even that was difficult for her.

The marble floor was cold on her feet, and it hurt her knees when he forced over the toilet. Her hands just barely had time to grasp the porcelain. She hadn’t felt the shampoo drip to her ass, but his fingers were impossible to miss. “NO,” she screamed out, her body not prepared in the slightest for him. “Alex! NO!” He was ruthless in his assault, showing the same lack of care she had shown him so many years ago. Her tender skin nearly tearing as he stretched her wide adding another finger and then another still. The shampoo made her slick, and though he glided in with ease, it did nothing for the strain on her muscles. “No Alex..No..fucking my ass. Please. Sorry. I’m..sorry..for what I..did. Please. Jes….Alex.” She was shaking as she tried to focus on no puking in the toilet and trying to keep the room from spinning. As his cock pushed into her, the searing pain suddenly seemed to sober her up a little. “ALEX!” She leaned forward slightly in an attempt to find some reprieve from his invading shaft. His hand jerked her back towards him, and she felt even more of his length fight it’s way inside her. Her eyes were closed tight as tears from her pain and strain seeped from her eyelids streaking down her face. The pressure, the pain, was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

She nodded at his words and forced her body back. Impaling herself further on his rod, she groaned with each unbearable inch that was forced inside her. Tessa resolved herself to not stop until she felt his body flush with her own. ‘Don’t..call him..Jester. No jabs. Be nice. He’ll..go..away..if you do. Fuck him Tessa.’ She continued on, taking him, until she felt his skin next to her. Taking in a deep breath, she sighs. “You’re..in. All of you..is in..my ass. Alex. Please,” she swallows. “Fuck me. I wanna..fuck you back..too. Slam..your body..into me. Let me be..your whore..tonight. I want..your hot..cum..in my ass.” Tessa knew she sounded like a cheesy porn star, but she wanted to put on a good show for Alex. She leaned forward, feeling his cock move out of her. Her ass was a vice, not wanting to give up the manhood that was filling it. “Please Alex. Fuck me.” Halfway out, she stopped, and began to lean back against him. Her efforts were slow, and she focused on the water in the bowl. She could see the silhouette of her head in the water was the light overhead cast down on her. ‘Fuck him Tessa. Come on. Faster.’ She tried to increase her pace, feeling him hard and unforgiving inside her. She cried a bit more, softer, trying to mask it from him, as she continued to work his cock in her ass. “You feel..so good..Alex.” Her fingernails tried in vain to dig into the bowel. Alex was pushing her and her body. She knew it. She wondered if he did.
 
It pleased him so much to watch her in pain, that she was being twisted up inside and stretched open from his deep penetration. Each time he felt another inch slide into her he felt his own grin widen, and when she voiced her anguish he would slap her ass as just another additional insult to the injury that he was already causing her. He almost caught her using that name again, and it would have made his anger boil over to unimaginable heights, yet she use his actual name this time. It was a foreign feeling, that his name was to be used in such a way, but it felt right at the same time. Humiliating her by fucking her ass right above the toilet, nearly pushing her head into the bowl made him wish he had done this years ago. Yet he knew that the teenaged Alex was too much of a cowards, that he would never have even had the nerve to think about such an idea let alone perpetrate it to its fullness.

There was a shock when she started actually using the lines he would hear from a pornstar, lines that he knew were completely canned yet he enjoyed them nonetheless. Tessa was finally taking to her role as his whore, a woman who was here only to pleasure him in whatever way he wanted. "Yeah, you're really getting into now aren't you, Tessa?" He reached down and pulled on her hair, pulling her face up away from the toilet bowl for just a moment as he licked the side of her face. "I wonder. Just how much are you willing to take? Is this just for show, or can you really really be my whore?"

His hips began to pump faster, faster and harder into her ass, his heavily laden balls slapping against her cunt with each deep thrust. With each thrust it pushed her face further and further into the bowl, all the while his hand was pressed down on her lower back while another was situated on her shoulder to keep her from sitting up. "You better use that ass better, really fuck me back or you'll end up taking a drink from that pisspot!" Now he was really pounding her, his hips slapping into her ass so hard that it was echoing back out into the suite. Each time he slapped into her she was getting closer to the water's edge, closer and closer.
 
She yelped each time his hand connected with her already stuffed ass. Alex was punishing her. There was no doubt about that. All the years of her abusing him were finally coming back. He was in control, dominating things, and she was his rag fuckdoll there for him to unleash his pent up aggression that he suffered at her hands so many years ago.

Wincing as he pulled her head up, her eyes darted over to catch sight of him as he tasted the mixture of booze and sweat on her skin. She was repulsed by him. Her anger was brewing, just contained beneath the surface. She knew if she let it erupt, it would only drive the mad man holding her above the toilet further into a darkness she did not want to explore.

He kept driving his hips towards her body, filling her ass with his cock. Her face tightened in pain as the water inched closer and closer. “No,” she groaned, hearing it nearly muffled by the bowl her head was descending into. Suddenly her face dipped down into the cool water, and Tessa jerked back quickly, pushing her ass back against the massive rod she was impaled on. Blow by blow, she began to force herself, feeling him stretch her, enter her, even deeper than before. Her mouth hung open as the water dripped from her chin back into the bowl. A face, seemingly frozen, painting the picture of her pain. Her hands held firmly to the bowl as she gasped hard, loudly, with each connection her body made with his. She could feel his skin touching hers’. His balls slapped her pussy, and she exhaled, nearly screaming. “Alex! You’re….hurting me!” Her mind quickly changed gears. “Keep going! Don’t stop!” Even though his hands held her in place firmly, she could feel her own body rocking against him. Her ass ached, throbbed, against the torture of his cock, but she knew she had to keep going, taking it, and him, if she wanted to leave this hotel alive.
 
Rocking his hips forward he continued to pound her and only stopped for a split second when her façade broke and then continued on when her words encouraged him to push even harder. All the while he could feel the orgasm welling up in him, boiling up to the surface like some kind of great geyser that was ready to come forth from him and fill her like he had done so before. Yet something was holding him back. While he had cum easily in her cunt earlier, filling her up and still feeling his cum on his balls as it dripped out of her, something else was keeping him from cumming. He couldn't quite place what it was, yet he knew it had something to do with Tessa.

When she had the slight dip into the bowl he had his heart quicken in his chest and he could feel something rise up inside of him. Perhaps this was the last little bit that he needed. That last little bit that he needed to push him over the edge definitely involved a little more of Tessa suffering. With one hand on her hips and another now gripping onto her hair, he held tightly as his hip began to pump harder than ever before.

"Come on, Tessa! Put your whore back into it! Really stir me up or you're going to get a nasty drink!" Alex wanted her to push back, he wanted her to put more of herself into it, but most of all, he wanted to push her in. Each thrust made his hips slap harder and harder onto her pert ass cheeks. The slapping sound filling the bathroom easily and echoing off the walls as his pace quickened and his desire to push her in grew. More and more he could see her slowly inch her way in, yet it was not enough. He was becoming impatient, and an impatient and lustful man was a dangerous thing. Suddenly he grabbed her head and pushed her down into it and felt a dark surge through his veins, the feeling of control over her life or death invigorated him and he was slamming in and out of her, uncaring of her whether he was hurting her or not. He didn't know how long before he came, but it wasn't even ten seconds until he felt himself flood into her ass with the biggest climax he had ever felt in the longest time. Hilted on her, he pumped his hips as he growled out like a savage animal and put almost all his weight into her.

Finally he let up and pulled his cock out, a embarrassing spurt of cum spraying right out of her reamed ass and splattering onto the bathroom floor. He stepped back and supported himself against a wall as he pull on her hair to pull her head out of the toilet bowl, all the while panting and even chuckling a little. "That was the best orgasm I've had in a while. You're worth every penny I spent on you for the night."
 
She silently begged for numbness to settle in. Sadly her mental pleas would go unanswered. Her skin burned, feeling as though it could tear at any moment. Even if it did, she was sure Alex wouldn’t stop. He seemed possessed. Alex was a man on a mission, and that mission was to torture her. Strangely enough her thoughts took a turn for through the pages of her highschool memories with him. The slender nerd that almost everyone talked about, whispering the terrible rumors that teenagers will to entertain themselves about someone who is different. Somehow back then it made all of them better about themselves to degrade him. It was a private joke, one that rescinded in hush tones as he would approach. Really they weren’t naïve enough to think he didn’t know, but it was easier to pretend he was oblivious. Eventually it as a humiliation he began to suffer as their concern for him hearing vanished along with their sense of decency. Tessa remembered the look on his face the first time she saw someone say something cruel and hurtful about him. For him, it must have been shattering. His look certainly expressed that. Not even his words tore that image for her mind. It was the cold water and the impact of the porcelain that did. Her forehead smashed into the bowl. Tessa tried to push back against him. Her ass wiggled and writhed as her hands pushed aggressively on the rim , but her head remained underwater. The force of his punishing blows became too much, and she opened her mouth screaming. Bubbles surfaced around her in the water, and the sounds mixed with those of their bodies colliding.

A sad realization sank in. She had screamed. All her oxygen had dissipated as the bubbled burst once they surfaced. She could breathe. Her blue eyes were open in the water, starring into a wall of white. He came inside her. Despite wanting to scream again, she simply couldn’t. Her hands relaxed, and one fell limp from the rim to the floor. She could feel her own heart beating in her chest. ‘All of his taunts are coming true,’ she thought. ‘My family will find out I died with my head in a toilet.’

Her thoughts suddenly changed as he pulled her from the bowl. The water dripped for her face as she listened to him. Even now he was still degrading her, flaunting how he had paid for her. Tessa didn’t live in a dream world. She was very well aware of her status in society. While she, in fact, an escort, her clients never made her feel the way Alex did. Her instincts kicked in though, even though she wanted to strangle him to death. “I’m glad….you’re please….Alex.” Until she had opened her mouth to speak, Tessa had no idea just how exhausted she was. Her voice reflected it. Her words were still slurred from the alcohol, and her head pounded from being bashed into the toilet. She felt the room tilting, and there was a darkness closing in. ‘I’m going..to..pass out,’ she thought. “Alex,” she began before the dark abyss took her hand, and it was too late.
 
After pulling her face out of the toilet he let all of it sink in. With his cock still hard in her ass he watched as she groggily spoke how she was happy that he was pleased and then with a last few words she passed out before him, her form slumping over the toilet that he had nearly drowned her in. His grin grew darker and more sadistic as he realized that he wouldn't have to deal with any type of resistance. Even though she had completely given into him for a while there was always the chance that she would fight back. Now there was no such chance of it. Lifting and dragging her from the bathroom, he half carried half dragged her unconscious form into the bedroom and unceremoniously dropped her onto the bed, treating her little better than a sex doll. She was a sex doll to him now, a living sex doll that he had little to no regard for her well being whatsoever. Right now, she was his to play with and he would savor every moment.

Even with her unconscious and unable to fully arouse he had plenty of lube to make sure her holes were readily available. His desire to hang over her body was becoming more perverse by the moment, his face hovering over her flesh as he lashed his tongue over her breasts and rubbed his cock all over her face, smearing the remnants of her makeup with the precum dripping from his hardened cock. He was marking her, mixing the mask that she created for the world and the evidence of his lust to stain her face. The thick fingers of his hands were all over her body, exploring her unopposed. Turning her facedown he spread her ass cheeks wide and slid his fingers into her ass, feeling the cum still slick in her insides, but he also explored her cunt, lubing her up with his fingers and spreading her flesh wider with each intrusion. Finally he spread her legs and got on top of her as he slicked his cock up with lube and then slid himself into her pussy already pounding away into her tight hole. She wasn't awake for this, and he didn't care. Right now she was a cocksleeve, little better than a warm sex doll that actually had a real pussy to fill. Part of him wanted to knock her up as a reminder of who did this, but he remember that she was on the pill. So for now he would simply fill her holes, stain her cunt, make her drip cum from her ass, spray his seed into her mouth so that she would feel him everywhere and taste him. He even came all over her nose and smeared it into her nostrils, knowing that she would be stuck with the smell of him long after he was gone.

Countless hours passed, and yet he seemed to not tire in the slightest. He began propping her up in various positions all over the place, fucking her while she was on her head, even taking a few pictures after he came right on her face and smeared it on her like some sick warpaint. After finally taking a few pictures of her ass and cunt oozing his white seed out he decided that he had enough fun and it was time to send her on her way. He cleaned her up, just enough so that she was presentable, but left his cum still in her body there so that she would be reminded of him when she eventually came to. Calling down to the concierge he arranged a taxi for her after shuffling through her purse and finding her ID so that he could tell them where to take her. A simple story about a date who had to too much to drink was sufficient enough for the concierge, especially a large hundred dollar tip to make sure the man didn't remember her face later. After loading her up into the taxi he watched as it sped away to deliver her to her home, the taxi driver already paid off just as easily as the concierge.

It would be later that very morning that Alex would leave his hometown for his current home: New York. With his appetite satiated for the moment, he would dive back into his work for the military. However, the dark box he had uncovered with Tessa back in Swift Creek, Georgia seemed to linger in the back of his mind. Slowly, the hunger was creeping back and not even Alex knew how long he would be able to hold back without a fix.
 
Water splashed on her face. The drops ran down her nose and began to soak through the fabric of what she was wearing. Faintly the sounds began to filter in. Birds and something else. A sprinkler. That was when she opened her eyes. She looked around squinting in the bright light of the day. Her head pounded, and her mouth was dry. There was also that smell. She moved her lips, her face clearly showing that she was tasting something she did not agree with. Her entire appearance was in shambles. The dress she wore was hiked up, her panties were gone, make-up smeared, and her hair was a tangled mess. Even her shoes were on the ground near her feet. Her purse was within reach, and she leaned over grabbing it. A neighbor was outside, collecting her mail, and she simply shook her head as she headed back towards her door quickly. It was clear, after giving Tessa a disapproving look, that she wanted to avoid looking at her altogether.

Tessa closed her eyes for a moment before rummaging through her purse for her keys. Finding them, she stood slowly, on shaky legs and inserted the key in the lock. The door creaked as she pushed it open before stepping inside her home. She was so glad she didn’t live in an apartment building. Coming home and passing out like this could have gotten her thrown out. Tessa knew her behavior was loose and adventurous, but she had never passed out drunk on her own doorstep. She laughed as her hand came up to rub her face. ‘Sticky? Why is my face so sticky?’ Stepping into the bathroom, she flipped the light on and saw her face for the first time. Her make up nearly gone, and what little remained was mostly her mascara smeared down her face. The smell was still heavy in her nose. She grabbed the cup by the sink and filled it with cold water. As it quenched her thirst, memories from the night before began to come to her slowly. Sitting the cup on the sink, she looked up into the mirror once more. Her blue eyes were wide, in shock, as she gazed at her reflection. ‘Cum! It’s cum I smell….and taste!’ She lunged for the toilet throwing up. Her body slumped into the floor, and the memory of him fucking her over the toilet played out for her. She screamed scurrying away from the toilet and into the shower. With her clothes still on, she turned on the water. After a moment, she stood up and began to pull the dress from her body. Her pussy and ass both ached, and she could feel his sticky on her body. Grabbing the soap and a cloth, she began to wash her body thoroughly. “Bastard,” she screamed before putting her head under the water.

After Tessa had taken a good, long, hot shower, she called her sister while she was still in her robe. When Cammie arrived, Tessa didn’t tell her much. She simply informed her that a deal with a client had gone wrong, and she wanted to leave their little town. Cammie nodded, wanting more, but not willing to push the issue. “Alright. Look I just got this offer with a company in New York. It’s a really great opportunity. Mom and dad gave me some money for my move, and I’ve been saving for a long time now. Come with me Tess. We can share an apartment together. Please. I’d love to have you live with me.” It took all of two seconds for Tessa to agree.

Within the week, both sisters were packed and heading towards New York. They found a great apartment. Cammie settled into her job without any problems, but money was still tight for them. Tess tried working for a week as a waitress, but the money she made in tips wasn’t a lot. She grew anxious and wanted them both to have what they needed and wanted. Seeing an advertisement somewhere in the city for an escort service, she bit her lip and headed into their offices. Cammie wasn’t happy when she told her she was going to quit her job at the restaurant. “Tessa, you didn’t even give it a real chance!”
“I don’t have to! I know the money isn’t going to be good enough! I’m finishing out the week at the restaurant, and then I start next week at my new job. Please Cammie. Understand. I did this for us.”
“No Tess. You did this for yourself. The same reason you do everything else! I’ve got to go. I’ve got a meeting with my boss.”
“How do you like him?”
“He’s great. A real nice guy. I gotta go. Be home in time for dinner. Maybe we can talk more about this job of yours when I get home. Okay?” Tessa nodded as her sister left.
 
Alexander had a bit of a difficult time when he returned. At first he was worried that she would try to report something, but then he knew the mentality of that town. They were small-minded people who stuck to the bible as if it was the one thing keeping them together and anyone who seemed to violate the tenets within that book were ostracized. He knew Tessa would be no exception to that. Even going to the police would have been riskier for her than it would for him. Odds were that people already had a good idea that Tessa was out whoring herself in town, but as long as it was behind closed doors then people wouldn't stare up at her from their bibles. Once word got out the town would surely turn on her. So for that he didn't worry too much, but he still kept an eye out in case his name appeared in a paper that wasn't the Wall Street Journal.

When he got home there was another issue. His personal assistant had decided to elope with her new boyfriend and also quit working for him at the same time. There was a bit of a scramble to find him a new PA, and Alexander was quite picky when it came to someone working for him directly. A slew of women came and went, and though most held virtually the same qualifications it was more of the physical aspects that he was watching for. Ever since the encounter with Tessa his desire for blonds had only increased exponentially, and his desire to be rough grew to new heights. Yet he knew that he had to temper these desires or else they would spiral out of control. He'd seen that with some other executives before; men who let their appetites take over their lives and lead them into ruin. He wouldn't make the same mistake.

As his new assistant walked in he smiled at her and welcomed her into his office. She actually looked a little familiar, but he didn't quite make a connection with anyone in his mind and so she wasn't put under too much scrutiny. The fact that she was extremely fast at whatever task he put her up to certainly helped her ease right into his staff, and she seemed friendly enough.

"Ah, morning Cammie." Alexander said as she walked into his office. He was about to give her the tasks he needed done for the day when he saw the look on her face and stopped. "Cammie?" She looked up at him as he broke her thoughts, "What's wrong? You're not usually this distracted when you come in." Cammie stared at Alexander with an embarrassed look on her face as she settled into her desk and sighed. "It's just my sister, sir. She quit her job at the restaurant after only a week. I don't even know what I'm going to do." He looked at her and furrowed his brow just a bit as he shook his head. Cammie had done such a great job as a replacement PA that he felt a little moved to help her. "Listen Cammie. I know you don't have many people that you know here, so why don't I help you out? You've been an invaluable PA and only on your first week. If you think your sister would be willing, I can offer her a job here. Is that alright?" Cammie thought for a moment and nodded, a smile perking up on her lips. "Yes, sir. I'll talk to her tonight when I get home."

With that settled, Alexander started going over the tasks needed for the day and yet his mind lingered on what had happened more than a week ago. His mind went through the list of escorts he had used previously, but he knew none of them would let him be as rough as he had been with Tessa. Slowly he was becoming more frustrated as his mind wandered to the blonde who he had treated as little more than a cocksleeve, and how he desired to do that to her again and again and again.
 
It was around lunch time when the phone rang. Tessa picked it up. “Hello?” It was her sister. “What are you doing calling me from work? I thought you were hard at work at the fancy office,” she teased. “We need to talk. My boss is willing to give you a job here. What do you say?” Tessa sat for a moment in shock. “What? A job, but I don’t know anything about working in an office. Well. Except what you do under a desk.” Cammie rolled her eyes. “Come on. That’s what training is for.” She looked up seeing her boss and smiled. “I’m sure my boss would be more than happy to get you the training you need.” Tessa moved through the apartment. She was annoyed that her sister was doing this. “Cammie, you’re making me feel pushed into doing this. I know you make good money there, but there’s no guarantee I will. I can’t do it. This job is a sure thing for me. It’s something I know how to do.” Cammie’s smile faded even though she kept looking at her boss. “Come on! It’s a good opportunity for you. Being an escort, a paid whore, is no way to make a living. Besides, don’t you remember that one client back home that hurt you so bad? You ended could have been killed. You were lucky all he did was have sex with you all over that hotel room and send you home Tessa. My boss is giving you a good chance at making a go of something more than an….escort.” She looked away from her boss, ashamed that he now knew what her sister did. “Tessa I love you, and I want you to have a good chance at this. Look. My boss is standing not too far from me. I can get him to talk to you on the phone. Would you at least talk to him? Please.” Tessa had been quiet all through her sister’s rant. She hated that her sister was so angry at her, but she understood why she worried. Jester had hurt her pretty badly. “Cammie. Jester was a special client. I got away from him. He won’t hurt me again. I won’t make the mistake of going to him again.” Cammie slammed her hands down on her desk. “I don’t care what you say about this man you call Jester. I don’t want to risk you getting hurt like that again. He could have killed you Tess. Please. Just talk to my boss. If not here on the phone right now, then let me get him to set up a meeting with you.” Tessa laughed. “You’re not letting this go. Okay. Fine. Whatever, but don’t be too disappointed when you find out this won’t work.” The smile returned to Cammie’s face. She put Tessa on hold before calling her boss over. “Mr. King, my sister is willing to talk to you about the job. Do you want to talk to her on the phone or set up a meeting?”
 
Alexander was sitting at his desk and working on some rather important papers, looking over some orders that had been put in by the Army and the Air Force along with some orders among some foreign nations. Every time he finished signing something or going over another set of financial figures he would look out one of the glass panels that separated his office from the hall to glance at Cammie. From the reactions she seemed to be having on her phone call it seemed that things weren't exactly proceeding as smoothly as she might have hoped when he made the offer. He even jumped a bit when he saw her slam her hand on her desk and he was regretting putting up an offer if it meant that she was going to be at odds with her sister. When she started making her way into his office he looked back down at his documents before he heard the door to his office open and her head poked in. As she asked about talking to her sister about the job on the phone or to set up a meeting and he wondered which was a good idea. Sitting back into his seat he pursed his lips then smiled at her. "Go ahead and tell her to meet me at Le Chateau tonight, at six. Book my usual table if you would, Cammie." She nodded with a smile and just before she left he pointed to her, "Oh, and if you get a chance go ahead and pick whatever place in the city to eat in or order out. Put it on the company card, on me." His new PA simply smiled at him as she shook her head. "You are too much Mr. King. I'll let her know and I'll get back to you."

Several hours later Alexander was sitting at his favorite corner table at Le Chateau. Never did he like sitting with his back exposed, a lesson he had learned when he was making a deal with some Russian generals and a shootout occurred. Now he sat up against a corner booth, a nice red wine already poured into a glass as he looked around. All he knew was that Cammie's sister was a blonde like her and that she was quite the looker. He didn't want too much information on her because he wanted to get his own impression of her. As he sat and waited, he let his mind wander back to that night with Tessa. Oh if he got her hands on her again then there would be certainly all kinds of things he would do to her and force her to do. A stupid grin crossed his face, the thought of Tessa being little more than a dump for his cum and even maybe his piss would be fantastic.
 
Cammie turned her attention back to her sister on the phone. “Alright. My boss will have a meeting with you tonight at Le Chateau.” She could hear Tess giggling on the other end of the line. “Don’t be this way. Put on something classy. That doesn’t mean something that shows your ass Tess. Make sure you’re covered up. Don’t put on something you would wear to meet one of your clients. Do you understand me?” Tessa became a little angry. “I’m not a child, and I don’t appreciate you talking to me that way. Maybe if I show some tits your boss will really hire me,” she teased. “Stop that! Just dress like someone who works in an office should, and I don’t mean the office whore. Got it?” After rolling her eyes Tess replies, “Yeah. Sure Cammie. I’ll do it.”

Later that evening she heads into the restaurant. Keeping her words to her sister, Tessa was dresses in a nice blue dress that was over one shoulder. Heels and a blue purse completed her red carpet look. The host looked her up and down before smiling. Tessa only knew the company name the reservation was booked under. After she gave it to him, he began to escort her towards the table. She caught sight of Alexander sitting there, and she grabbed the man’s arm. “Wait,” she whispered. “I….I can’t go this way.” He gives her a curious look. “I know that man.” A smile comes to his face. “Of course you do. That’s Mr. King. He’s…..”
“Jester,” she whispers.
“Jester,” he questions. “His name is Alexander King. He’s the man you’re here to meet,” he tells her taking her arm and escorting her towards the table. “Mr. King, or perhaps I should call you Jester, your guest is here.” He gives Tessa a nudge towards him. “Jester,” the man smirks as he walks away. “You? You’re my sister’s boss?”
 
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