The Good Life: Carrot and the Stick (ch. 4) (Patreon)

There was a black cat looking at me, I noticed, making eye contact with the golden-eyed feline from across a back alley as I went about my business. Mostly aimlessly wandering New York to get a temperature for the various gangs that I now controlled. The Bayers’ territory had been divided up and given to the rest of the Eight, and as far as I could tell, most of the gangs took their acquisitions with glee. If there were any issues with the new status quo amongst the rank and file, then the new gains smoothed things over.

Happy accidents, I guess.

I looked around me, seeing no obvious owner to the cat. The black cat didn’t have a collar either. Normally, I wouldn’t think anything of it… except for the fact that this was not the first time I had seen this cat. I had seen it on my way to the pawn shop, where I got robbed, all the way on the other side of town. I also saw it a week earlier than that when I met Cinder to pass some information along.

“You followin’ me, little guy?” I asked, reaching out to pet the cat and found that he wasn’t a stray. Instead of hissing and scratching at the hand, the cat accepted the pets without complaint. I scratched around the ears before I let out a huge sigh, feeling deflated. ‘Did you know there’s a superhero sex club literally down that alley?” I asked the cat, earning a damn near owlish blink in response. “Yup. I was shocked too. Really shocked.”

With my other hand, I scratched at my cheek, my gaze flickering down the alley and to the red iron door. It was there. Right there. I couldn't hear or see anything from where I was, but all I had to do was walk down the alley, make a Room, and I could teleport myself inside to see it for myself. Robin had already verified the information for me, confirming what Cinder said. But, even then, I wasn’t sure if I believed it.

“I’m thinking of just popping my head in. Just to see if it's as bad as I’m hearing, but… god damn, I don’t want it to be true,” I admitted to the cat, giving him some final scratches behind the ears before standing up. I really didn’t want it to be true because if it was I had absolutely no idea how to process that information. It was like learning Bill Cosby was a serial rapist all over again, only a million times worse.

Heroes were supposed to stand for something. Truth, Justice, and all that jazz. They were meant to represent the absolute best of humanity, which is why they were the ones that got their God-given powers. I didn’t really believe in God, and there were enough loser supes out there to prove that they weren’t all paragons of virtue, but superheroes were… they were heroes. And it felt like being a superhero, and going to sex clubs with all of the drugs, were supposed to be mutually exclusive.

I was a supervillain. I was supposed to be the one frequenting sex clubs and doing drugs.

Blowing out another sigh, I gathered myself up. Not wanting to face an ugly truth wasn’t reason enough to not face it. I walked down the alley, carefully avoiding the camera they had up front on the door, before I uttered, “Room.” The Room expanded and I was working on my size.

I just hit two thousand square feet in space. Which might not sound like a lot, but considering that a month ago, my range was about six inches, it was a pretty sizable improvement. In any case, it was enough for me to get a read on everything on the other side of the wall. People, substances, and so on and so on. It was less like I was seeing it and more like I was just aware of it, kind of like being aware of where you left your phone or something.

I picked a piece of paper that was on the floor and traded places with it, and the smells and sounds of sex assaulted my senses. I was in a backroom, the security room that didn’t currently have anyone in it. The door was closed too, and there was a fan directed at it, trying to push the smell out. My gaze drifted to the monitors that were arranged in a half circle, each one divided up between a set of cameras.

All of them displayed the cold hard truth. “What the fuck?” I muttered to myself, watching a video feed of Lamplighter watching two people dressed up as Homelander and Black Noir go to town on a girl while he was getting his dick sucked by a redhead dressed up like Queen Maeve. Another feed showed Moonshadow on her knees, surrounded by a good dozen dudes, one jacking off until he came on her face, joining a thick layer of cum that dripped down. As soon as he was done, another guy took his place.

I was seeing it. I was seeing it. I was. Believing, however… I scratched at my head, trying to reconcile what I was seeing with what I grew up believing. You know, superheroes being… heroes. I forced myself to take a breath. I didn’t have all of the information. There could be a perfectly rational explanation to this -- it would have to be some fucking explanation, but it was possible. Maybe Supes, because of how their bodies worked, needed way more stimulation, or they had an innate resistance to substances. Maybe doing a few lines of coke was the equivalent to drinking a coffee to them.

“No matter what, though,” I muttered, my gaze bouncing between the security cameras, “I can use this.” Cinder just gave me a treasure trove of information with this. She had more than paid me back for all the information that I had slipped her. A plan was forming in my mind because even if there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for the massive fuckpile going on, the reason why it was still hidden behind closed doors was that the public wouldn’t give a shit. Getting a recording of this and posting it online could destroy lives and careers.

And that’s what I intended to do.

Taking a seat in the chair, I brought up the home screen for the central monitor and saw that the login credentials were set to autofill. Which made things simple enough for me. Simply pressing enter, I was brought to the main page to see that it was overall rather simple. However, there was something of interest. “They record this shit?” I muttered to myself, tilting my head as I brought up the recordings to see that there were… a lot. A whole lot. The recordings were broken up by cameras, and I saw that some of them were auto flagged to be forwarded somewhere.

I’m guessing Vought. Keeping tabs on the vices of their heroes? I saw the standard Vought contract, so that didn’t seem so far-fetched. Did they use it as leverage against their heroes? Forcing them to accept deals that they wouldn’t otherwise take? It was a possibility. It’s what I would do in Vought’s position, but I was only seeing a sliver of the whole picture. I needed more information before I could start coming to conclusions.

“I’m going to need some special equipment for this,” I decided, clicking on a video to see another familiar face. It was Cinder and the Deep. The audio was recorded, replaying their exchange. My eyebrows shot up when I heard a tidbit that Cinder had neglected to mention. “Lamplighter is retiring, huh?” I remarked, making note of that. He wouldn’t be the first member of the Seven to retire -- only Homelander, Queen Maeve, and Black Noir were legacy members of the Seven.

And it was only because of my Room that I didn’t jump out of my skin when I heard Robin’s voice come from behind me with little warning. “She’s rather dangerous,” Robin remarked from a hand that appeared in the corner of a room. It was pretty easy to guess who the ‘she’ in question was. “And ambitious.”

“I knew that going in,” I agreed, seeing Cinder play Deep like a fiddle and twisting him all the way around her little finger before getting up to leave. There was a slight smile on my face as I said the words -- I liked it. Cinder was a ruthless bitch that took what she wanted. She knew she was hot as fuck, and she owned it. “But-” I started, only to cut myself off when someone else joined the private booth with the Deep as he took a long sip from his mojito.

“Dude, Deep, you hitting that?” The Bulk -- a bodybuilder superhero -- questioned as he slid into the booth across from Deep, glancing out of the booth to check out Cinder’s ass as she left.

The Deep looked like he was caught flatfooted before he shook his head. “Uh, no. No way, man,” The Deep said, surprising me with his answer. I thought he would have said yes to that question. “Nah, I… I don’t want an STD, you know?” My eyebrows climbed high at that -- Cinder said she was a virgin, something that I honestly doubted, but having an STD?

Bulk’s eyebrows climbed high, “Seriously? She say which one? Because I already got herpes,” he asked, scratching at his face with an oversized finger. The camera managed to catch the sound of a few threads popping with the action, his shirt giving way to unyielding muscles.

“Syphilis,” The Deep quickly lied, taking a deep drink from his mojito. “So, I told her disease-ridden ass to get out my face. She was trying to ride my dick all the way to the Seven, you know. She’s not much better than a groupie.” He said, a tide of garbage coming out of his mouth.

“How rude,” Robin remarked as I watched the Deep, my brow furrowing.

"Gross," The Bulk decided, his nose crinkling in disgust.

"Yeah. She's a total bitch too. You know, those types that just can't stop talking about themselves and get catty when you offer an opinion. Can't believe Vought is going to try to sign her on," The Deep continued, scratching at his cheek as he looked away from the Bulk.

He shrugged, "Then snip it. You're in the Seven, right? Put your foot down and tell 'em that she's too much of a pain in the ass. The game is all about who you know, and she doesn't know nobody." The Bulk voiced and I saw that idea gain traction with the Deep, even before he spoke.

"You're right… yeah, I'm in the Seven. I should get a say in who I work with and I can't stand the idea of working with that cunt." He voiced, earning a laugh from the Bulk.

“He knows he can’t keep that promise,” I realized. The Deep couldn’t get Cinder in the Seven. So, he was trash-talking her. I was vividly reminded of a conversation I had back in high school -- I knew a guy that had a massive crush on a girl. Claimed to be absolutely in love with her despite the fact they never had an actual conversation beyond a ‘good morning.’ On the last day of the semester, he mustered up the courage to ask her out.

Unsurprisingly, he got rejected on account that she had pretty much no idea who he was and his dumbass didn’t know that she already had a boyfriend.

The sheer amount of vitriol that came from him was epic in proportions. He called her every vile name under the sun -- that she was a whore for already having a boyfriend, that she was a total bitch for saying no to him, that he only asked her out because he felt bad for a total loser and so on and so on. I remembered being absolutely astounded by the ways a mind can twist itself into knots justifying his hurt feelings. Because, clearly, it couldn’t be him that was the problem.

“He can’t sleep with her, so he’s convincing himself that he never wanted to in the first place,” I observed, a deep frown tugging at the edges of my lips. This was… so god damn disappointing. He was acting like a teenager. The Deep was in his late twenties. Come the fuck on, dude.

“You seem rather upset with his behavior,” Robin observed, my reaction not slipping by her. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Robin didn’t exactly make it a secret that she was observing me. Honestly, at this point, she probably knew me better than anyone ever had before.

“I liked the Deep,” I admitted easily enough. Homelander would always be my favorite superhero, but I liked the Deep. I'm pretty good at reading people -- at least I liked to think I am -- and there was genuine passion in his voice whenever he talked about the environment or protecting fishlife. He wasn't like every other hero that sounded like they were reading off a script to do a promotion or charity work. I thought he managed to con his way into doing something that he loved. I respected him for it. I was still over and done with superheroes in general, but that didn't mean I couldn't value or respect heroes within the community. "So, seeing him act like a petulant fuckboi is rather disappointing."

"It is rather unheroic, indeed," Robin agreed. I brought up my phone and made a recording of the video. My time in retail hell taught me that the corporate overlords would monitor even the most mundane actively on their computers and software. With something like this? There's no way they wouldn't have a trip if someone tried to download a video. Meaning that I would either need to find a way to hack the system… or I could try getting inventive with my power.

I had an idea, but I didn't even try it because I knew it wouldn't work. Not here, and not on the first try. Everything in my Room was mine to manipulate and control, but it couldn't be denied that some things were just simpler than others. Switching places with items? Easy. Cutting out a heart? Also fairly easy.

Things that were tied to my senses were easy. That's what I've noticed. If a cup of tea was too hot then it was a simple thing to make it colder by pushing the heat out. Switching places? It was easier when I could see it, but inside my Room, I was 'aware' of what I was switching with. However, going beyond that? Such as moving the data from a storage drive into another storage drive? I knew that it was possible. The issue was that I had no idea how to actually do it. Not without practice.

With the video of the video done, and snapping a shot of the specs of the computer, I became aware that someone was heading into the security room. Quickly backing out of everything and logging out, I found the piece of paper that I had switched with. Just as the door started to creak open, I switched once again, finding myself outside. Closing the Room, I looked down to see that the black cat had almost been waiting for me. Smiling lightly, I reached down to give him a few more scratches behind the ears before continuing on.

"The information within that club will be invaluable if used sparingly," Robin remarked, a palm and a pair of lips appearing in the collar of my hoodie, whispering in my ear. "Something I doubt that Cinder will desire. She has too much to gain." Robin voiced, echoing similar thoughts that I had. I could see her wanting to tear everyone else down if she couldn't prop herself up. She really didn't strike me as a 'rising tide raises all boats' type of girl.

"You don't like her?" I questioned, sending an edge of hostility in Robin's tone.

"I wouldn't say that. I merely don't trust her," Robin refuted. "It would be foolish to expect anything but betrayal from her."

I smiled lightly. It probably said a lot about me, but that just added to the excitement. "I know," I agreed. "But, 'til then, we have a working relationship. It's the journey, not the destination that matters." I quoted, making my way back home. My place in the back of the nail salon was currently empty, but I was paid up. You never knew when you would need a bolt hole. Especially considering that I paid in cash and never gave Hana my name. For now, home was my stupidly expensive penthouse apartment.

"I don't believe that saying should be applied to a relationship that will likely end in murder," Robin remarked, sounding morbidly amused. "Unless you intend to die at the hands of Cinder in a romantic display? You don't seem bothered by her intentions to use you."

"I mean, if I see a betrayal coming, and I still get got, then that's on me and I have it coming," I decided with a small shrug of my shoulders. "We're using each other. You're using me too, you know. And I at least know what Cinder wants to use me for," I pointed out to Robin because she really shouldn't be throwing stones when she lived is a glass house. Probably. Robin had dodged the question like she could see the matrix.

I didn't know what Robin wanted. Didn't know what motivated her. I might have known her longer, but I had a lot more reasons to trust Cinder than I did Robin. Which wasn't to say that I didn't trust Robin. I did. Probably more than I should simply because she could probably snap my neck right now but she didn't. I wasn't sure what she wanted, but I was becoming increasingly convinced it wasn't something she could take from me.

I wasn't surprised when Robin didn't respond and a quick glance at my collar told me that she withdrew from the conversation entirely. I didn't mind. The mystery kept me intrigued. One day I would crack the code and puzzle out Robin -- who she was, what she wanted, and why she was helping me, but for now, I was content to let this play out. Wasn't like I was going to figure it out by banging my head against a wall, which sounded futile and painful.

Continuing on, as I stepped into the lobby of my apartment building, I was greeted by a familiar face. "Good evening, Mr. Trafalgar. It seems you've picked up a stray," he remarked, making me blink and look down to see that the cat had followed me to my building. He looked up at me and if I didn't know any better, I'd say that there was amusement shining in his eyes.

"So it seems," I remarked, shrugging mentally. I have a cat now. Sweet. I'm sure some family was going to be looking for him since I doubted that he was a real stray, but sucks to suck losers. My cat now. "Could you order me some cat food, Jeeves?" I requested, passing the front desk.

Jeeves, a middle aged man, smiled politely. "Of course, sir." I could tell the guy hated my guts. I would too, in his position. The building was luxurious to the point of being decedent and I rented out the penthouse. I'm pretty sure that he thought I was a blowhard rich kid that had money to burn. And he was absolutely correct.

As it turns out, fifteen percent of the profits from almost all the organized crime in New York turned out to be a metric shitload of cash. As in, I could afford to rent out a million-dollar-a-night penthouse apartment for the entire year and pay upfront for that matter. I had that kind of fuck you money. And, a month from now, I was going to get another kick-up. Being a criminal was awesome.

"Come on, kitty," I said, stepping into my private elevator while taking out my phone. I would need to buy a cat bed, cat tower, and toys, and schedule an appointment with a vet to make sure that he had all of his shots. The cat stepped into the elevator with me and we rode up all the way to the fiftieth floor, where the doors opened to reveal my apartment. It was a wide open space for the most part, a few cream-colored walls that had art hanging off of them that contrasted the dark wood floors.

It was a nice place. Probably not worth a million dollars a night, but it was by far the best place I had ever stayed in. "Go on, make yourself at home. Just try not to piss everywhere, yeah?" I requested politely as the cat entered the apartment, looking around like he was checking the place out. All the while, I finalized my orders and picked one-day shipping. On the list was a double order of the hardware that the computer used back at the club.

Future Industries was my delivery option of choice. I had no idea where they came from, but they were muscling in on Amazon's territory hard. They had a fleet of drones that could carry stuff like refrigerators for a one-day delivery and half the time, things were cheaper on their website too. Plus, I liked to think that by not giving Amazon my money, I was taking money directly out of the pocket of some rich billionaire. It just tickled me pink.

…

"So, you got a name, kitty?" I asked the cat as he lounged on a sofa, his attention drawn to a stupidly huge TV mounted inside of the wall. I was in the process of putting the computers together after the pieces all arrived about two hours after I put the order in. They even delivered right to my balcony. I was trying to put them together with my powers, but it was a lot more difficult than I cared to admit. Switching places with an item was easy enough, but moving an object without directly touching it?

It was draining. Using my powers used physical stamina and over time, I had managed to train up that unseen muscle. Even still, it wasn't easy. Lifting up something as light as a really shitty graphics card was as physically demanding as lifting a hundred-pound weight -- doable, but taxing. And it was really difficult to be precise with it.

Predictably, silence was my answer. "So, I'm going to call you… Black," I decided, glancing at Black to see that he looked over from the couch cushion he was lounging on to give me a flat stare. I'm guessing his original owners were equally uncreative when it came to names. "Should have probably ordered a collar while I was at it…" I muttered to myself, my lips thinning as I slotted the graphics card in place and went about screwing in the motherboard with the other. My hand made small twisting motions, which made screwing the screws in a lot easier because I was transferring the kinetic force instead of generating it.

My musings were interrupted by the sound of an intercom. I accepted the connection and I heard Jeeves speak through it, "Mr. Trafalgar, you have a guest. A Miss Cinder Fall. Shall I allow her up?"

That caught me flat-footed. Cinder was coming here. My eyes narrowed at the power move that she just made -- she was showing up at my house, unannounced. We only met up in public such as at Starbucks or on a bench in central park. Cinder shouldn't know where I lived. And showing up here told me that she wanted me to know that she did.

"I'd appreciate it, Jeeves. Thanks," I quickly replied, creating a Room to hide anything incriminating and the mess of popped bubble wrap and boxes. After cleaning up what they had been replaced with, I straightened out my appearance just as the elevator doors to my apartment slid open, revealing a dangerously smug Cinder as she sauntered into my home, her high heels clicking against the floor.

"Trafalgar D. Water Law," Cinder remarked as she entered my apartment. "The two places where Napoleon suffered his most catastrophic defeats. As presumed names go, it is an interesting choice," Cinder remarked, making an astute observation. Though, she guessed incorrectly about why I was using that name. "I do hope I didn't disrupt your day too much with this unexpected visit," she offered, coming to a stop and her gaze sweeping over my apartment, her smirk growing a fraction.

Oh, this bitch. I liked her. "Surprise is the spice of life. Always welcome a little extra in my day. To what do I owe the unexpected visit?" I asked Cinder, leaning on the back of my couch as I eyed her. This was a power play in its truest form, but it was a question of what this play was for. Was she posturing? Puffing out her chest to let me know that I couldn't ask anything from her without cost? Did she realize that she was in a poor position and trying to look strong where she was weak?

Coming here was a very bold move and it told me a lot. That she had been investigating me and possibly she knew more about me than she had been letting on.

"I'm here to request a favor outside of our standard relationship," Cinder spoke, approaching me with a sway in her hips. Seductive. "I trust that you found the club… enlightening?" She questioned, and that was one word for it. Though, I was curious -- did she know about what the Deep said about her after she left? What he said he was going to do simply because he felt rejected?

"That's one word for it," I agreed. I would need to see what she knew before I volunteered the information. Because Robin was right. Cinder was using me. I helped her because it has been convenient for me when I was mapping out the criminal underworld. However, now I was the criminal underworld. I didn't really need Cinder anymore. So, it became a question of what did I have to gain by helping her? "What would this favor entail?"

Cinder smiled, a sharp and dangerous thing. "I would like you to use the information gathered at that club for endorsements," Cinder replied, taking a step forward, almost close enough to touch. "Michael Lumen. Head of one of the largest marketing companies in America. Have him present an offer to me -- a substantial one." She requested, and I saw the play that she was making.

Which told me that she didn't know about what the Deep said. "Trying to start a bidding war?" I questioned and in response to that, Cinder smirked, approval shining in her eyes that I understood without explanation.

"Precisely," Cinder agreed with a nod. It was outside of our usual relationship. Before, I gave her information and reaped the benefits of her using that information because with every hit that she made, drugs, guns, and people were moved around. People talked. Now, she was talking about exchanging favors. I scratched her back in a way that left the act completely unconnected to her and…

"It's doable," I agreed easily enough. I could slip into the club and make a recording of the video easily. A little blackmail, a little pressure, I could make him bend however I wanted. "But I wonder what I would get in exchange for this favor?" I asked her outright, tilting my head in a way that told her that I expected her to put something on the table.

"Information," she immediately replied. "Soon enough, I will have a contract with Vought. And, perhaps, even be joining the illustrious Seven," she spoke with a purr. She definitely didn't know about the Deep because it seemed she was operating under the idea that he was working to get her in.

I nodded, "Useful. However," I added, and I saw her expression freeze. "Information isn't as valuable to me as it once was. The changes that I mentioned?" I remarked, spreading out my hands so she could see the result of them. "The club was a valuable find, so I can arrange that deal with Michael easily enough. That's done. Don't even worry about it. But, going forward, I'm afraid I will need something other than information from you."

She didn't seem surprised. "A favor for a favor, is it?" She ventured, warning a smile from me.

"A favor for a favor," I agreed. "There will be times when I ask for you to act… or to not act. In exchange for your action or inaction, I will fulfill any obligation that you request of me and my organization." I stated. I could use that.

"A fair deal," Cinder allowed, telling me that I asked her to pay a price she was willing to. "It is worth thinking about, however, that you could ask more of me in an… elevated position." She remarked, making it sound like it was in my interest that she gets promoted. To the Seven, I imagine.

"I would imagine so," I agreed, wanting to see where she went with this.

"Then perhaps I might ask for an additional favor. Publicity is rather important to me right now. The busts you have provided have been substantial, however, I require something… more," Cinder requested as she took another step forward, invading my personal space. "Something that will make international news. I expect you could arrange something for me?"

I knew exactly what I could do, too. Even better, it was something I was already planning on. "I can," I agreed, and I saw her eyes flash at that. Something deeper than approval. Validation, I think. That her faith in my ability wasn't overestimated. "What can I expect in return?"

Cinder used action instead of words in response. Lightly, she placed her hands on my chest before they traveled slowly down it, her hands running over my and before they found my belt buckle. "Action," Cinder responded, undoing my belt as she slowly, seductively, dropped down to her knees directly in front of me.

I loved it. Oh, she was playing me. I knew it. I saw it. I just didn't mind in the slightest. My cock stiffened, straining against my jeans and Cinder smiled up at me, telling me that she noticed. Cinder was a ruthless bitch, but that's what I liked about her. She knew exactly what she wanted and knew how to get it. She knew that I was a teenager, that she was downright sexy, and she wasn't above playing into that if it got her what she wanted. "That seems to be a fair deal to me," I returned, making the deal with no hesitation or buyer's remorse.

She chuckled, still playing up the seductive act, though I harbored doubts that she was exactly jumping for joy at the opportunity to suck my dick. But that was perfectly fine with me. We both knew exactly what this was. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned my pants before pulling down my fly. Hooking her fingers underneath the waistband of my boxers, she pulled them down, allowing my cock to spring free. I saw her eyes dilate the moment my cock left the confines of my pants, springing up before lightly landing on her forehead. “Oh, my…” Cinder breathed.

I smirked down at her, my cock running the length of her face from the tip of her chin to the crown of my cock peeking just past her hairline. I saw her looking at me, faintly amused at my evident pride. Dicks were important to men. It was deeply vital for us, especially teenagers, to have the biggest one. And while I might not have some monster cock that had to be measured in feet, I did have a lot of reasons to be proud of mine.

Cinder lightly picked it up before dragging her tongue over the underside of my cock, making it throb in anticipation. A hand cupped my balls in her palm while her lips found the crown of my cock, kissing the tip before her tongue swirled around the head. With her other hand, she gripped the shaft, lightly stroking me while she continuously licked the tip, her gaze never leaving mine.

If I doubted her claims of being a virgin before, then I was certain that she wasn’t now. With each swirl of her tongue, focusing on my cockhead, my cock throbbed lightly, something that made her smirk. She was still smirking when her lips slid past my cockhead, taking me into her mouth, her tongue focusing on the underside of my cock as she enveloped me in her warm and wet mouth. Her bright red lipstick smeared onto my cock, almost acting as a marker to surpass with each movement of her head.

A sigh escaped me as I gripped the back of the couch, savoring the sensations that washed over my cock. Her hands never stopped massaging my balls or stroking what she couldn’t take into her mouth. The air became filled with the wet sounds of her sucking my dick, which grew in fervor the deeper that she took me until I felt myself hit resistance at the very back of her throat. She sucked hard then, her tongue swirling over what she could, her head making small jerking movements as she bobbed on my cock.

She was trying to make me cum as fast as possible, I noticed. Trying to overwhelm me with sensations into blowing my load early. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t a minuteman.

Cinder seemed to realize it because her approach started to change. Her hands abandoned my balls and shaft in favor of grabbing hold of my hips. Slowly, she dragged her head back until only her lips were enveloping my cock. I saw her breathing deeply, gathering her breath before she began to sink herself onto my cock. Her lipstick smudged past the lines that she made previously, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat before she began to force me past it.

“God damn,” I cursed and I could feel her smiling in response as she took me into her throat. The sounds of the blowjob grew harsher, filling the air as until they all but drowned out a commercial for another Vought-sponsored movie with Translucent. Her movements were harsh but fluid, her tongue shifting all over my cock with each deep movement until the tip of her nose was touching my torso.

Cinder withdrew, my cock popping out of her mouth with a pop. She looked like quite a sight -- her eyes were welling up with involuntary tears, making a trail of mascara drip out of the corners while her lipstick was smudged beyond repair. The sight was alluring. Intoxicating. And Cinder knew it as she dramatically gasped for breath, “Your cock, it's so big,” she breathed. “I love it,” she added for good measure before giving the tip a big sloppy kiss. “I want you to fuck my throat, Law. Fuck it until you cum~!”

“Since you asked so nicely,” I returned, grabbing hold of Cinder’s head as she held herself in position. Slowly, my hips started to thrust, probing to see if she gave any reaction. Cinder gave one -- she hummed in approval. Taking that as permission to speed up, my hips found a powerful rhythm, my balls slapping her chin as spit and drool escaped her with each thrust of my cock. Her hands rested on my thighs to help control my speed while her tongue enthusiastically stroked me within her mouth.

It was a powerful feeling, I decided. Having a beautiful woman on her knees, asking to get her mouth fucked, and knowing that she was a proud and fierce woman that was allowing it to happen. This feeling was everything that I hoped it would be. The feeling of power.

“I’m about to cum, Cinder. Where do you want it?” I asked her, still fucking her throat, but slowing down enough for her to give me an answer. And her answer was to slam her face into me, taking me all the way into her throat, making short and powerful thrusts with her head to finish me off. She moaned when my cock throbbed in her throat, shooting the first burst of cum down into her stomach.

My breathing hitched as I came, my cock throbbing as pleasure surged through me. Slowly, Cinder began to extract my cock from her throat even as I came, filling her mouth with cum until my cock left her mouth entirely. The last spurt almost lazily shot out of my cock, landing on her forehead and cheek. Cinder didn’t seem to mind in favor of opening her mouth, showing off the cum inside before closing her mouth. Cinder made a big show of savoring the taste before she swallowed it all down with a single gulp.

“Delicious,” she uttered, licking her lips as she rose to her feet. A clear indication that we were done, even if my cock still stood at attention. Something that she didn’t fail to notice. “How soon can I expect you to make arrangements?” She asked me, a finger lightly tracing the length of my cock that bobbed at her touch.

“Tomorrow for both favors,” I told her and I saw the smug smile return. It was quite a sight now with her makeup ruined with cum slowly dripping down her cheek.

“Effective and a big, fat, dick,” Cinder complimented, really knowing a man’s heart. “I do hope that is the start of a long and prosperous relationship?” She questioned, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side with a coy expression. “Who knows where it could lead? Perhaps in the headquarters of the Seven, me naked on that massive table, and you fucking my womb full of cum?” She questioned, giving me a smile that showed off a hint of teeth.

“There’s an image,” I returned, not making any promises. I couldn’t imagine what it would take for that to happen. Headline news was a blowjob. What was she going to ask for to fuck her?

“Keep it in mind,” Cinder decided, taking a step back. “I’ll leave you to make your arrangements. I do hope all of our meetings can be so… productive,” Cinder added, swaying her hips as she headed for the elevator. I watched her go in silence, my cock still out and at attention. She turned around in the elevator, and just as the doors closed, her face still marked with my cum, she offered a sly wink.

I watched her go, feeling like a million bucks. “That girl is dangerous,” I muttered, tucking my dick away and pulling up my pants. I glanced over at Black, who had been watching the entire exchange go down, who simply blinked in agreement.

Cinder was dangerous. Very dangerous.

"Good thing I like danger."