Badass (6 page)

Carl and I look at each other and then her.  “What, to a studio?”

She nods frantically. 

“We work in a gym,” I bark at her.  Carl gets agitated and shouts, “Next.”

Number one hurries to the side.  I make a mental note to spend more time with her; she obviously has a lot to learn.  .

The All-American girl, number two walks over.  She takes off her sneakers, but still walks as if she has heels on.  Shit, she’s nearly as tall as me.  Carl starts shifting his weight from leg to leg.  She starts swaying her blonde hair as she moves.  Shit, she’s obviously watched Baywatch way too many times because she reminds me of Pamela Anderson running on the beach, looking from left to right as if her life depends on it. 

She does a 360 and starts looking out of the window.  What the fuck?  Then she comes over to us and says, “Guys, shoot, my ride’s gone.  Do you mind giving me a lift?”

Is she for real?

That’s her pick-up line.  To walk up to some guys and just ask them for a ride?

This time, it’s my turn to shout, “Next!”

Number three casually walks up to us.  She ties her fiery hair into a bun.  I stare at her, trying to intimidate her, but it doesn’t work.  She has confidence, which will keep her going in this program.  She could probably teach me a thing or two about being here.  First she creeps slowly on tiptoes to Carl’s ear.  She seductively whispers something there that makes him go bright red.  Fuck, he’s speechless and then Carl shakes his head and cries out, “Next.”  As if he was scared of spending one more moment with her.

I whisper as I wait for Mia to come by my side.  “So, what did she say?”

Carl shakes his head and says, “That woman’s nasty. Believe me, you don’t want to know.” That isn’t good enough. I want to know what she said to make Carl go completely red and adjust his bits about five times.  “Put it this way, Alex.  You never saw what her hand was doing as she whispered to me.”  I’m already set to tell Mia next. Dismiss her, so she doesn’t have a clue that she’s starting to get to me.  She comes over and starts moving her head, listening to some imaginary music.  She mainly looks at my shoes, only sometimes meeting my eyes.

“Do you come here often?” she asks Carl.  He shakes his head, refusing to look at her; he is too busy eyeing up number two.  This session is a bit of a joke.  Then she whispers, “Alex, would you—”

“Next!” Carl blurts out, which fucking sends my patience, if I had any to begin with, straight out of the fucking window.  I struggle to keep my composure.  Then Carl says another thing that annoys me. “What the fuck?” 

Yes, I want to fuck her.  So fucking badly. 

“Next!” I repeat, remembering that number five is up next.  Normally, I love the pretty little Asian thing.  Just not today. She isn’t my thing.  As she walks over, I expect her to say something or do something.  No, she stands there thinking that standing in front of us was all she had to do.  Damn, that´s just lazy.  I get bored and shout, “Next!”

Talk about saving the worst for last.  She takes off her top as she makes her way toward us. I can’t believe it. Besides, I’m pissed by the way Carl blurted out “Next” to Mia.  He rubbed me up the wrong way. 

Shit, she’s started taking her bra off. 

She walks up to us with the most attitude in the world. 

Her tits drop like lead balloons, and sure I've seen them before, but hers are amazing. It’s kind of like they have a mind of their own.  I’m not sure if they even hit the ground and bounced back up like tennis balls.  They sway from left to right with her hips.  Then she reaches us.  I never saw her face. 

I want to say next. I want to fucking speak.  I am scared shitless.  I stop to look at Carl and he has the same alarmed look on his face as I do mine.

As she stops in front of us both, my mouth refuses to open. 

The only thing she says is, “You want a piece of this?” 

It’s clear she’s a winner.  She shocked us speechless.  Carl says, “Oh, yes please!”

T
he first of the two recruits is set to graduate tonight.  It’s been a stressful three weeks.  Tina signals that they’re here and being prepped as she takes them to the dressing room.  They’ve got a choice of seven fantasies, each one with a different theme, and each one with a name for the night.  Each week is different. This week’s theme is the seven deadly sins. Women go wild at my house of sin, the dirtier the better.

The women are offered a menu listing the sins: greed, gluttony, lust, envy, sloth, wrath and pride. Each sin is referenced by color.  I've done the house of sin a few times and ladies tend to go on the color rather than the sin based on their personality.

Greed’s color is red.  In this category, a greedy bitch, I’ll give her too much until she begs me to stop.

Gluttony’s color is yellow, defined by their need to overindulge.  They think that they’re all action, binging on their need for sex, among other things. It usually works out they can’t take the heat when given nonstop. It’s funny how that works. They’re the ones usually pleading for me to let up in the middle of the game, but I don’t. I make them go on and on until I decide it’s over.

Lust is black, my personal favorite. Maybe because I’m twisted as fuck. With lust you can imagine anything you want.  These little vixens are my lust bunnies, as I call them. Their passion and hunger for me to fuck them until their pussies are bruised landed them the name.  I love it when bitches choose black. These are the ones who want to please and want to get pleasure.

Envy’s green, always full of frustration and coveting the others. I get them to watch, mainly. They’re usually the complaining bitches wanting something else, no matter what you give to them.  I do hardly anything at all. I let them watch and want what the others experience. I just get them to listen and visualize as I tease them a bit.

Sloth is gray, my storms.  They don’t do anything, always expecting others to pull all the weight while they sit back and watch. When I try to make them work, the storm comes.  Not with me, fuck that. I make them work. I can’t stand lazy bitches.

Wrath is purple, my black roses. Anger is deep and dark, just like the color. I call them my black roses, because in actuality, a black rose is made from a red rose soaking in ink water, allowing black ink to travel up the stem, transforming the flower into a deep purple.  Wrath, when allowed to build, runs deep and breeds aggression, violence, and evil, so I make them work hard, expending it.

Pride is pink. They think they’re too nice to submit or mind.  I call them my pink panthers, always preying on the weak. I make them get dirty and then clean them up again. I make them sweat the hardest. I will break them.

Let the games begin ....

Two women mean two different choices. A little spice makes everything nice.  I love seeing them in their outfits, defined by the color they chose.  Little do they realize that I decide how they should be treated in the dungeon based on their choice of color rather than their sin.

Women love the themes and the names.  They get excited when role-playing, and one thing which is needed in order to have a great night is fun.  Effort and interest are added bonuses because they make the fucking even better.

I’m a little nervous about tonight. Why? I never get anxious. I’ve fucked enough women to know that I’m a fucking stallion. It’s just that Mia has got me all twisted up.

The thing is, her mother was kind of convincing; yep, she was fucking hot. She made it impossible to say no. One of the best blow jobs I’ve ever had.

My mind throws out the memories of Mrs. Watson as I attempt to concentrate on tonight. I walk out of my office and into Tina’s.  I’m dressed and ready for the event. I have on my pinstriped suit, which comes off with one pull for the top and another for the bottom.  Ladies go wild when they see me in it.  There’s something about a guy in black that drives women crazy. Fuck, even I love this suit.

“So, tonight we have lust and greed.” Tina sighs while putting her dark hair into a ponytail. Tina’s a bit of a strange one.  In the gym she walks around like plain Jane.  You wouldn’t even think she was hot because she’s always wearing those baggy shorts and shirts, like she’s a born-again virgin.  At night, she’s completely different. When she hits the town, damn, all men stand down.

She emits a dominating presence when she enters a room that drives men wild, often when they come and see her at work.  Sometimes, she makes the mistake of telling them where she works.  This was all before she hooked up with Carl.  I loved seeing their expressions when they find out the hot vixen at night is a plain Jane during the day.

When I asked her why such a dramatic difference, she said, “There are too many women in the gym with too much makeup on, trying hard to pick up men who are here with the primary interest of gaining a fit body. I’m here to work, not gain men’s approval.”

“My two favorite sins are going to be fucking me tonight. Let’s get this party started!”

I grab my fake pistol and use the side steps from Tina’s office to get to the main room. I’m going all out tonight, and I guess I’ll see if they can handle it.  They won’t know what’s hit them.

T
ina has them prepped as usual.  There’s a bathroom connected to the dungeon. That’s what I call it: the dungeon of fucking.

I love my women showered and shaved from head to toe. As I walk in, Greed and Lust not only look the part, but smell it too.  There is an aroma of sensuality and silk lingering in the air.  Greed is wearing edible panties up her ass, so I can eat them off her later. The thought has me salivating. 

They gulp at the sight of me, their mouths wide open. Greed looks like she wants to rip my clothes off.  She’ll probably swallow me whole; the greedy bitch.

Damn, Greed’s got it going on with her sexy sinner outfit: a small crop top barely holds her tits in; she has a bit of a spillage.  Shit, I can’t wait to rip that apart later on, along with her edible panties which were part of the outfit. I like easy access, short and minimal.  I get them to keep on their outfits until the end.  There’s nothing hotter than a bit of a tease throughout the night.

I make sure they get hot and sweaty, dripping in their outfit.  Then I know it’s time to take it off, slowly, but surely. Greed has horns on and a pitchfork in her hand, ready for action.  I love a lady with stockings, and this one is fucking perfect. She sure is a fucking devil.

Holy shit, Lust’s in her sexy police officer outfit. She has on a hat with the badge and a short dress barely covering her ass.  Damn, that sexy tie and garter; I want her to arrest me right now. I’ll gladly plead guilty to assaulting an officer. I stare at her for a brief moment, taking in her tanned complexion, her dark hair tied up and ready for me to grab.  Her long legs are toned and ready to be squeezed.  She’s shaking with nerves and avoids looking at me.  Instead, her eyes are on Greed for support.

Lust’s mom signed her up, the infamous Mrs. Watson. I’m going to pump her cunt so good that when she leaves so will her insecurities. She will own her pussy like all women should, choosing when they let a man sample it.

“Ladies,” I announce with my gun up in the air.  “You’ll do as I say and when I say it.”

Tina briefed them, but I like to reiterate the rules, so they’re clear.

“This ain’t no fucking porno. There’ll be no girl on girl or man on man shit.  We’ll stick to the theme, meaning this is straight shit all the way.”

I pause for a second, making sure they’re paying attention.

“Listen to what I say and don’t question me or you’re out. There’s nothing worse than being hard and having to stop mid-thrust because you can’t listen.”

Their eyes widen slightly. “I don’t have the time or patience for women who don’t understand simple instructions.  We aren’t in any relationship, don’t think otherwise at any point,” I shout.

I walk closer to them so I can make the last thing perfectly clear.

“My rules are simple. In case you may have forgotten a few, I’ll go over them one last time. I fuck you where I want and how I want.  I tell you what to do and you do it. I’m going to make you come in ways you never knew were possible, and when it’s all over I don’t want you asking me for more. This isn’t a show. There are no refunds.  Remember if you want to quit, just say the word, ´frozen´ and your time in the dungeon comes to an early end.”

They both stand and look at me like I’m their teacher. Shit, I’m their fucking professor and they’re going to do a whole lot of learning tonight.

“Anytime you want to get cute and do your own shit, remember that I warned you. This will be your first and last chance.  Should you fuck up, we won’t be finishing the night. Am I clear?” I ask, pointing my gun at Greed.  Shit, she looks hungry.  Her expression hints she would try and sign up for camp every week if she had the chance with the hope of graduating each time.

She starts panting like a puppy. In some ways it’s sexy, knowing she wants it that bad. Well, I can’t help it if that’s the effect I have on women.

Next, I point it at Lust, Mia. She gulps then stares at Greed again for a brief second before nodding solemnly.  I walk up to her slowly and say, “Don’t worry, Lust, I’ll have you begging for mercy.” I wink, never giving her a chance to answer before leading them to the next room.

My excitement is climbing the fucking walls as I remember what happened prior to my arrival in the dungeon.

I’d been watching them on the camera in my office before I stepped into the dungeon.  Lust was asking Greed if she had been through the program before. Greed’s answer was simple and sweet. “Nope, no one gets to, but everyone wants to.”

Lust just looked at her, confused, and questioned, “Why would anyone want to do this again?”

Greed turned around and answered for her.

“This is going to be the ride of your life, sugar. All that prep and tonight we graduate,” she screeched.

Lust moved closer to her. “We get fucked, we don’t graduate. We don’t get a certificate of any kind.”

“We don’t need one, silly.” She shook her, as if she was trying to shake some sense into her. “This is better. You’ll remember what you did after tonight. You’ll feel brand new.”