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She was obeying before thinking, and it was nice not to think as she lay on her back, wearing only the ripped leggings and the necklace Olivia had given her. Barret kneeled at the foot of the bed and tore the leggings even more, then shoved her panties to the side to give her pussy a sloppy lick.
It felt good but tickled, so she laughed, tilting her hips to the side, and she heard his neck crack.
"Ow!""
"I'm sorry! Are you alright—?"
With a grunt, he placed both of his hands on the inside of each of her thighs and forced her legs wide open, turning his head sideways to open mouth kiss her exposed pussy, his mouth wet and sucking and licking.
"I love how your cheap cunt tastes," he said, and she couldn't believe her ears. She snapped her thighs against his ears and squeezed, making him laugh into her as he stood up, bringing the lower half of her body with him. Now they were in a bizarre jiu-jitsu hold, this awful man's face against her, his smug eyes giving her a knowing look over her mound.
With her legs still wrapped around his head, he took out his wallet again and pulled out a black credit card.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
She felt him smile. In a muffled voice, he said: "Making a transaction. Is that okay with you, princess?" Then, as she watched, he twisted his neck to free himself a little, took the card, turned it vertically, and swiped it along her slit. She felt the slim plastic edge part her lips, the corner entering her before hitting Barret's chin as he fought against the strength of her thighs to swipe the card fully.
"Cha-ching," he said. He was still smiling, obviously proud of himself.
And for the life of her, all she could think was:
"Please remove card."
With a groan of rage, she threw her lower body to the left, wrenching herself so hard that her hips shrieked in pain. Barret was thrown to the floor, laughing.
She sat up, grabbed the card off the bed and stood over Barret. She placed the card back in her pussy, holding it there with one hand, and sat on his face, hovering above his mouth. "Your card is declined," she said, crushing it against his teeth.
It stopped him from smiling, at least. He was forced to gingerly bite the card and turn his head to spit it away, otherwise he'd get lacerated by credit card plastic.
Their sex started to lose all structure after that. It became a haze of half-angered, half-lustful wrestling moves as they shoved and pulled each other into new positions, biting and snarling at each other like beasts. She found herself laying prone, her head shoved underneath the bed as he pounded away at her from behind, the hard floor forcing her to absorb his weight with each thrust. A few moments later, she had one of her boot heels—somehow her boots were still on—planted on his forehead as she sat on his cock, one leg draped over his thigh as she did a bizarre form of splits, yelling at him to lick it while his cock pumped furiously into her.
Throughout it all, he called her names. Made fun of her job. "Fuck me like the rent is due," he said. "That's right, bounce on it like your checks bounce."
She tapped his head with her heel. "Shut. The fuck. Up!"
"Go on girl, earn those food stamp benefits."
She changed positions, laying on his chest, gasping for breath as his cock teased her slowly, bending inside her to accommodate the new angle. "I don't qualify for EBT," she muttered to him. "I make too much money."
He smacked her ass. "Wow, you're basically a one-percenter."
She sat up and began riding him. They were glaring at each other again, the same way they had in the restaurant. He was silent for once, and she began to relax, thinking she might actually orgasm from this.
Until he said:
"If I cum inside you, is it a charitable donation?"
Her hand fumbled on the floor around them, found his stupid black card, and shoved it in his mouth. Then she turned away from his face, holding the card down like he was a chip reader, and started bucking her hips as hard as she could. "Shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut the fuck up!" she growled. It helped— being aggressive helped, his cock never quite hitting the spot so she had to get there herself, frantic thoughts hitting her as she got closer (the way he poured the water on her) and closer (when he unzipped her dress) and closer (Olivia, clipping the necklace around her neck) and the image of Olivia's face started to really get her there, and suddenly things started to click for Gertrude. The way they kept glancing at each other. The way they seemed to wait around for everyone else to leave. The little hints of jealousy from Olivia as she'd gotten ready for this date.
She slammed down on Barret's cock. His voice, seeming to be very far away and thickly slurred as he choked around the card, calling out that he was going to cum, but she didn't really register it, because she was thinking of Olivia shoving her down onto the bed and spreading her legs like Barret had, tossing her hair out of the way before placing those beautiful lips on her, and boom, pow, Olivia, Olivia, Olivia, boss me around call me into your office tell me I've been a bad girl I'll do whatever it takes—
The entire situation, the end result of a very weird, identity challenging month converged on this single point, a billionaire's dick inside of her while her legs shook at the thought of her female boss who was at least fifteen years older than her.
It was just a used bookstore.
The job was supposed to be lowkey.
