CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Gabe sat behind the wheel of his car and thought.
He already had a scenario in mind. It felt risky, but she said nothing was off the table, and he thought that its riskiness and reality would serve to make it that much more potent of an experience. On the one hand he didn’t want to overwhelm her on the first ‘date’.
On the other hand…
Yeah, he wanted to blow her mind.
Stacy was absolutely a sort of archetype ‘hot chick’ that most guys, himself included, lusted after in high school.
And she had that ice queen energy.
God, did he fucking love that.
Something internal told him enough time had passed. He was in character, he knew what to do, and he felt pretty confident that not only could he do it, but that she would love it.
Such a far cry from who he was even two months ago.
Gabe got out and shut the car door a bit harder than necessary. He strode up to the front door and knocked on it, also harder than necessary.
A few moments passed, and then the door opened.
Here was Stacy, looking somehow, in some indefinable way, in character.
“Oh...Gabe. Um...hi,” she said awkwardly.
“Stacy,” he replied flatly in an I’m-not-fucking-around tone, “we need to talk. About the money.”
“I...um…” She swallowed nervously. “Okay. Come in.”
He walked in, almost pushing her out of the way, but not actually making contact. She stepped back, then shut the door behind him and followed him into the living room. They sat across from each other, mirroring where they had been just five minutes ago.
The energy was so different now.
“So, the money,” she said anxiously, tucking her feet up under her.
“Yes. You came to me and asked me for two hundred thousand dollars. Not as an investment, but as a personal loan, and I gave it to you because I’ve worked with your father and I trusted that his daughter would be good for her word.”
“I know–” she began, but he cut her off.
“And it’s been a year now, Stacy, and I haven’t seen a single fucking penny. I’m out two hundred grand, Stacy. I’m not as rich as your parents.”
“I know, and I’m sorry–”
“I need something today, Stacy.”
Now she was looking panicked. She swallowed and sat up a little straighter.
“I...I don’t have anything,” she said, her voice shaking a little.
“I’m sorry, I just...it hasn’t gone how I thought it would!
Everything’s so fucking expensive and I’ve been fucked over by vendors and deals have fallen through–”
“Stacy.”
She fell silent, swallowed. “I...don’t have it.”
“I need something, Stacy.”
“I mean, what?! What can I give you?”
Gabe stared at her for a long moment. He let the moment linger, then stretch, like he was thinking about it. Stacy began to squirm a little in her seat. He wondered if she was actually nervous or acting. Probably a bit of both.
Hopefully she was turned on. She seemed to be, but she was harder to read than any of the others.
“Fuck me,” he said finally.
Her eyes shot open wider, and then a change came over her. She went from nervous to angry.
“I’m not doing that,” she growled.
“Suck my dick and fuck me right now and I’ll give you another month,” he replied.
“No.”
“Then I’m going to call your father and tell him about this,” Gabe replied, reaching into his pocket.
The fear came back for a flash. “No!”
“Then fuck me.”
She glared at him, crossing her arms. He stared back at her impassively, waiting.
Abruptly, he stood up. “All right, I don’t have time to bullshit around with you, Stacy.
I’m going to call your dad and tell him about this and maybe get the money from him and then you can be his problem, you little blonde bitch. ”
“Wait!” she snarled, jumping to her feet. “...three months.”
“No. One month. That’s the offer. Do as you’re told and you get the deal. There is no negotiating here, Stacy. I’ve been incredibly patient with your dumb ass.”
She continued glaring at him and she looked really pissed.
“...fine,” she growled.
“Bedroom.”
Wordlessly, she stalked past him and he followed. Fuck, she had a cute ass. He did normally like thicker girls, but he also liked petite women.
They came into her bedroom, which was a bit stark. A queen sized bed, a dresser, a bookshelf, nothing else. She walked to the foot of her bed and turned around, glaring at him. She looked wicked pissed, but the lust was more obvious now.
She was horny as fuck.
Well, that was good.
“Take off your clothes,” Gabe said.
“Close the door,” she replied.
“No.”
She grit her teeth, then sighed heavily and took off her shirt.
She had on a simple white sports bra beneath it, and she reluctantly shed it, too.
She had some pretty fucking nice tits. Perky, pale, perfect little pink nipples.
She was in pretty good shape and he’d guess she exercised seriously at least a few times a week.
She began covering herself reflexively, but then stopped, sighed again, and began taking off her shorts. She got them down and kicked them away, then hesitated.
“Any day now, Stacy. I have other shit to do today,” he said.
“You are such an asshole,” she muttered, gripping her panties and pulling them down.
“I’m doing you a huge favor,” he replied.
Her eyes bulged in such a way that said she was on the verge of spewing a volcanic eruption of rage-fueled words at him, but she managed not to and instead showed him her vagina. It was pretty nice, just a dusting of pale blonde pubic hair.
“All right, there, I’m naked,” she said.
He took two steps forward and came to stand before her. “On your knees.”
She growled, but knelt down in front of him. He stared down at her. This was almost uncomfortably arousing at this point. He could feel his erection pulsing, straining against his pants.
“Take it out.”
She muttered something as she reached out and began unzipping his pants.
“What was that?”
She bared her teeth up at him for a second. “I said I can’t fucking believe you’re making me do this.”
“Jesus, don’t be such a stuck up bitch about it.”
Man, if looks could kill, he’d be most of the way dead by then.
She kept going, unzipping and then beginning to unbutton.
“No, just the zipper,” he said.
She huffed. “Why?!”
“Every pointless question you ask wastes my valuable time, Stacy, and increases the chances I walk out of here and call your dad anyway.”
She pressed her lips together and began digging him out of his pants. It took her a moment, but she got his cock out. She stared at it for a moment.
“I want to put on a condom first.”
“No,” he replied, “suck it now.”
“But–”
“Stacy, now.”
Maybe should have double-checked about that, but something about this interaction indicated she was still acting, and he knew that she would use the safeword if she actually didn’t want this. She gripped his erection then, her skin soft and smooth and hot, and stuck her tongue out.
An electric wave of pleasure and sexual gratification buzzed through him as her tongue made contact with his head. She hesitated, then licked again. Hesitated again. He sighed and tapped his wrist impatiently.
Okay that look she just gave him would’ve killed him outright.
She slipped his erection into her mouth slowly, sealing her lips around it and beginning to suck. She started bobbing her head, looking as annoyed and angry as ever, her vibrant blonde hair swaying.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured.
He considered putting his hand on the back of her head, but decided not to. He was going to do this without guiding her physically at all.
Stacy closed her eyes and kept bobbing her head. He watched her smooth pink lips slide up and down his cock, her saliva coating it slowly.
After letting her go for another moment, he said, “All right.”
She opened her eyes and stopped immediately. She got to her feet, shot to her feet really, and kept glaring daggers at him. Wordlessly, he walked around her and onto her bed, then laid down.
“What are you-take your shoes off!” she cried.
“No,” he replied simply. “Now fuck me, like I told you to.”
He pulled a condom out of his pocket and tossed it at her. She growled as she snatched it out of the air and tore it open, then joined him on the bed.
“I fucking hate you so fucking much,” she growled as she began rolling the condom down his erection.
“I’m so sure,” he replied.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“I see you glistening,” he said smugly as she straddled him. And she was.
“I’m not wet!” she hissed.
“You so are. You like this. You like me making you.”
“I don’t,” she snapped, stopping suddenly and getting off of him. “Go fuck yourself.”
“Stacy,” he said, his voice flat, and it froze her in place as she was getting off the bed. “If you disobey me one more time, I will call your father. I’m not fucking around.”
She lingered for just a few seconds, her back to him, then she slowly turned back around, her teeth grit hard, now not just glaring daggers but broadswords at him. Wordlessly, she mounted him again, took his erection, and slipped it into herself.
“You can hate-fuck me if you want,” he said.
“I hate you so much you fucking piece of shit,” she growled.
“I gave you two hundred thousand dollars, Stacy.”
“And now are making me fuck you! I–” She gasped as she got him all the way inside of her, her eyes briefly losing focus.
He put on as smug and satisfied a smirk as he could as she regained focus. She let out an enraged huff and began riding him. Gabe put his hands behind his head. Honestly, it was a little concerning how much her look of deep reluctance and discomfort turned him on.
But that’s what fantasies were for.
“That’s it, fuck it you little whore. I thought you were supposed to be smart. You went to college and got that degree and now you’re here, sucking and fucking dick to get out of your problems.”
She growled and started fucking him harder and faster.
He could see her losing control, losing her grip on the fantasy.
She was panting now, going even harder, shoving him all the way up in her.
Fuck was she tight, and so, so wet. The urge to reach down and grab her hips or reach up and cup her perky, bouncing tits was overwhelming.
She started moaning about five seconds before she started orgasming. He just began to wonder at the intelligence of keeping all his clothes on when she began coming, and he saw that she wasn’t a squirter, so that worked out.
Stacy let out a long, loud moan of pleasure, grasping his shoulders now and grinding his cock around inside of her, and that got him coming. He groaned, his hips bucking, making her cry out as he began shooting his load.
He wasn’t sure how, but he managed not to grasp her through even that, keeping his hands to either side of him, wanting to finish the fantasy.
When it was over, he found her staring down at him with wide eyes, her hair a bit of a mess now, a fine sheen of sweat on her nude, fit body.
Without a word she leaned down and kissed him, firm and long, on the mouth.
Then she rolled off of him and lay beside him, both of them getting their breaths back.