Chapter 25

Teresa Yildiz passed another desperate night alone in her flat, waiting in vain for Sophie to come home. She had told her self that if Sophie came home, she would cancel her appointment with the ‘client’ Tommy had set her up with. But after a sleepless night, there was still no sign of Sophie.

She had cancelled her shift at the care home, in anticipation of this ‘work.’ Thinking it might take her mind off the worry, if only for an hour, she quickly dolled herself up, shaved herself, put on some make-up and made her way to Central London in the early morning rush hour.

It would be Sod’s law if Sophie came home when I’m out doing this, she half smiled. She fervently hoped that would happen. She looked around the train carriage, and wondered how many people would assume she was just a woman going to an office job, and how many would realise she was a prostitute on a job while her daughter was missing.

Corey Metesse was the kind of person who made others uneasy the moment he walked into a room. An investment banker from New York, he had relocated to London, settling into a lavish townhouse in Chelsea with his English trophy wife and their three children. He was fifty but exuded the cocky arrogance of someone half his age, a demeanor fueled by his sky-high income. His wife, a decade younger, spent his money like water on frivolous indulgences—luxury cars, private schools for the kids, and exotic vacations. Not that Corey minded. To him, his family was just a decorative backdrop to his extravagant lifestyle.

He still loved chasing women, targeting the youngest and most vulnerable employees in his bank with inappropriate remarks and unwanted advances. In any other workplace, he would have been fired on the spot, but his ability to reel in clients and close high-stakes deals gave him immunity. His aggression and ruthlessness were infamous; subordinates dreaded his outbursts, and competitors loathed his cutthroat tactics.

Despite his family’s demands on his time, Corey had no intention of playing the doting father or loving husband. The townhouse was just a showcase for his success, while the real action happened in private clubs and hotel rooms across London. He was a predator who never hesitated to use his power and wealth to get what he wanted, no matter who got hurt in the process. To him, people were just pawns in a game where he was always the winner.

He knew his wife held the power to turn his life upside down—one wrong move and she could take half his money and full custody of their children without breaking a sweat. Despite his bluster and bravado, Corey Metesse had to tread carefully, especially when indulging his worst impulses.

On this early Monday morning, he opted for a different kind of workout. Instead of heading to the gym before work, he was meeting an escort at a discreet location. Corey knew the risks, but the allure of illicit thrills outweighed any fear of consequences.

“A little on the old side, aren’t you, huh?” Corey Metesse’s smirk was all arrogance, his words dripping with condescension. “Hey, that’s okay, I don’t mind a bit of mature meat as long as you’ve got more life in you than those Russian girls.”

Teresa felt a surge of disgust. This man’s attitude was as slimy as his expensive suit. She couldn’t help but think of Sophie, hoping she wasn’t enduring this kind of repulsive behavior from men like Corey, wherever she was.

“Don’t worry, darling. I can give you whatever your wife won’t. Why don’t we have a coffee?” Corey leered, his smarmy charm dripping with entitlement. He probably thought he was irresistible. Teresa knew better. She used her experience to remain calm, her eyes locking on his with steely resolve. This wasn’t her first rodeo, and she wasn’t about to be pushed around by some arrogant banker with a God complex.

Corey’s American accent was a reminder of that other wealthy asshole, Brad, who had betrayed her just three days earlier. What a difference three days had made! The betrayal still stung, but Teresa wasn’t going to let another pompous man trample her dignity. She’d play along just long enough to get through this encounter without compromising her boundaries and get as much money out of him as possible.

But Corey Metesse was a born negotiator and smelt her desperation for money behind her confident and experienced stance.

“Fuck the coffee. Strip.”

Teresa thought of telling him to fuck off there and then, but decided to play along and let him indulge this side of his character. She quickly disrobed to her black stockings, thong and bra and smiled demurely.

“Leave the stockings on, get the rest off.”

Teresa unclipped her bra, and shrugged it off, revealing her 36D firm tits, still perky after 42 years and 2 pregnancies. She then peeled off her thong, kicking it to the side revealing her smooth bare pussy.

“Fuck yes, now crawl to me on all fours, take my cock out, and suck on it!”.

Teresa made a bizarre pact with herself, a twisted sense of self-sacrifice to cope with the grim reality she faced. Whatever degrading things she might endure with Corey Metesse, she believed it would somehow offset any harm that could befall Sophie. The more she suffered, the better the chance that Sophie would reappear, as if Teresa’s agony was part of some cosmic balance.

Her heart sank at the thought, but she steeled herself, knowing that this encounter with Metesse would be nothing short of horrific. His predatory gaze and leering remarks only added to her sense of dread, but she was resolute in her silent commitment to protect Sophie in any way she could, even if it meant sacrificing her own dignity.

She got down on her hands and knees and crawled towards the towering American, in his red braces, pin stripe suit and silver streaked head gazing down at her like a piece of meat. Hoping that the weight of her own suffering might somehow tip the scales in Sophie’s favor, she moved towards his bulging crotch until it was right at her nose. She gazed up and saw nothing but lust and hunger in his eyes, she pulled the zip down, put her fingers inside and pulled out his throbbing cock, and put in her mouth and began to suck.

Meanwhile, Edward Pembroke had awoken early. It was nice being a teacher with so much time off in the summer, but he still wanted something to do. He checked Sophie on the monitor while making her a quick breakfast and checked on his mother. “Morning Sophie, I will be spending some time here today working on some equipment. The type of equipment that I am going to put you in soon for some fun!” He smiled and giggled, he was referring to the bondage horse bench he was planning to assemble in the dungeon in front of her. “Before breakfast, let me take your measurements, come out the door, yes, and stand still.”

Pembroke took several measurements with his tape, of her inside thighs, her height, her waist, and she gasped when he placed the end of the tape on her pussy as he pulled it up to her collarbones. “Now, on all fours, adopt the Table position, this will be how you will be when you are strapped into my invention, so I need to take these measurements here.” Sophie blushed as she put herself in the compromising position on all fours, with her legs spread, as he worked behind watching her ass and measuring her intimately.

“Good, now go have your breakfast, you are still a growing girl! But hopefully you won’t grow too quick for my new bench! I cannot wait to put you in it!”

“All right, all right, that’s great but I will be damned if you try and short change me and make me cum already” Metesse pushed Teresa’s forehead away from his cock. Her skilled fellatio had nearly pushed him over the edge while he was still in his trousers. He stripped completely naked, then ordered Teresa to lie on the bed. She did so, face down, and felt some pleasure in his massage of her body. “OK now turn over.” She did so, and watched his shark eyes as he devoured her body, roughly grabbing her breasts, and sticking his fingers into her pussy.

“Ouch, not so rough!”

“Hey, I paid good money for this, thy said you were onboard with it. An old broad like you has to make allowances. If I was fucking a Victoria Secret’s model maybe I would have more respect, but youre just a sexy old cow that needs to be fucked hard!”

He dipped his head between her thighs and started eating her out. She sighed, part of her loved being bossed about, and being eaten out wasn’t bad either.

He stopped then lay on his back. “Great now suck my cock with your knees on either side of my head. I wanna check you out.”

Teresa did as she was told. Maybe she could suck him off and the affair would be over?

She tensed as fingers went into her pussy, and then her asshole. “Hmm not my ass”

“What the fuck? I paid for your ass, your cunt and your mouth and I’m gonna get all three!”

“I’m a professional, I have some respect”

“Whatever. You’re a fucking whore but you won’t be paid till you do your job. Now shut up and lick my balls.”

Teresa sighed and pushed herself to get through it. Whatever happened, she would be out of here soon. The same could not be guaranteed of whatever was happening with Sophie.

Her daughter was, at that moment, eating breakfast and watching Pembroke wheel out wooden beams and metal poles along with various tools to the centre of the basement. She was going to have to sit here and just watch him for hours.

“Oh, still no sign of a serious search for you Sophie. Its still just appeals for you to get in touch and for anyone who sees you to get in touch as well. It’s three days since you left your home, probably forever. I wouldn’t hold out much hope for the police, even I thought you would be on the news by now.”

Sophie could not believe what he said was true. It felt like she had been here for a week, and she still clung to the hope that she would be found. Girls went missing, it was true, but most seemed to be found. Surely in this country, there would be some clues for the Police to follow She thought of her mother, she knew she would be so worried. She wondered what she was doing right now.

“Fuck that was good! It’s so hard to stop cumming! All right now for your asshole, go on put some fingers inside, let me see you finger your asshole like a bitch, come on!”

Teresa could not even fake a smile anymore, this was so degrading. She hated anal, and winced as two of her fingers went deep into her rectum in anticipation of Metesse’s thick seven inch cock fresh out of her pussy. He had great stamina and had just given her a brutal fucking with no warmth whatsoever.

“Aaaaa” screamed Teresa into the pillow, as he plunged his cock between her ass cheeks and up her asshole. “Fuck yes” he slapped her ass loudly and began pulling her hair. He flipped her onto her back, pushed her ankles back to her ears, and put his cock back into her asshole and fucked her even harder.

He looked into Teresa’s eyes with pure hatred. Teresa wondered if he had ever killed anyone, he looked like he would gladly have killed her for a thrill if he could get away with it. He pulled her hair and put his hand on her throat, his teeth bared as her face went red, her hands clawing at his hand. He started spitting on her face, “fucking whore, cunt, dirty bitch!”

With a loud roar, her came, and rolled off her. “Fuck that was good. For an old girl you got a tight cunt and asshole. You got kids?”

“None of your business” rasped Teresa, holding her throat, trying to get her breath and composure back, and wiping his spit off her face.

“Hahaha, don’t worry, didn’t mean anything by it. But if you’re a whore that’s what you gotta do to earn my money. Hey can I take a photo of you?”

“NO absolutely NOT! You can fuck off!”

“Haha, feisty, I like it! These eastern europeans just lie back and do nothing, man, it’s like fucking a fish. You really are good, hey maybe I will use you again. But, you are a bit older than what they promised so this time I think I’m gonna demand a discount.”

“What do you mean? The price was agreed.”

“Bitch, you think you have some sway over me? Listen, I get it, you’re probably in a tight spot, and this seemed like good money. OK, no photos but I got one other way I can pay you the full price...”

Meanwhile, Pembroke didn’t’ like the idea of Sophie doing nothing while he worked. He brought her out of the cell, and had her stand in the centre of the basement.

“It’s good to strike while the iron is hot,” Pembroke said with a stern edge. “While I work on this, you will work on the positions. Every five minutes or so, I’m going to call out a position, and you will adopt it as soon as possible. You will stay in that position until I call out the next one. You will face that wall when you adopt all the positions. OK? I feel a bit self-conscious with you staring at me from that bench. Okay, that’s it. The first one is ... Naru!”

Sophie dropped to her knees, spreading them apart, her bum resting on her ankles, back straight, with her palms facing up on her thighs. “Good, well done!” Pembroke continued his work, his focus shifting to arranging the wood and metal for his construction project. The only sounds Sophie heard were the clanging of tools and Pembroke’s occasional grunts as he moved around, while she remained in her submissive position, staring at the wall in front of her.

She tried to block out the current situation and the discomfort of the position, focusing instead on anything that might distract her from the awkwardness of it all. Her mind wandered to thoughts of her mother, wondering what she was doing at that moment, if she was thinking of her. The thoughts helped to distance her from the uncomfortable reality she was in, offering some semblance of comfort amid the uncertainty.

Terresa was shocked at Metesse’s disgusting suggestion, and she was already teetering on the edge of despair. The promise of even more money than originally offered, however, began to sway her along with the knowledge this cash cow of a horrible man would have to leave very shortly anyway. It was a grim proposition, but Metesse’s relentless pressure and browbeating demeanour eroded her resistance. For all Teresa’ experience, she was a poor, vulnerable stressed woman and Metesse, after all, had honed his skills through years of negotiation with the most ruthless players on Wall Street and in London’s financial district.

It was also part of a desperate belief, a hope that by taking on the worst, she might be able to shift the balance towards some sort of redemption for Sophie, wherever she was.

“Right, get into the bathtub, lie back. Why don’t you play with your pussy for me, you fucking slut.” Teresa leaned back in the bathtub, as Metesse stood outside it, naked, holding his cock and hovering it close it to her face. He had spent the last few minutes, while negotiating, drinking as much water as he could. “You know this money would only be wasted by my wife and my kids on some pointless shoes or stupid dessert in a restaurant. Me, I think this is much more fun way to spend my money...”

Metesse released a stream of piss and aimed it towards Teresa’s face. Teresa shut her eyes, scrunched up her nose and sealed her mouth shut as the warm acidic liquid sprayed over her. “Hey! Open your god damn mouth! I’ll rip your fucking clothes and have you walk home looking like the whore you are you won’t see a cent of my money! Don’t fucking cry, get a job in fucking hospital if you want respect, you’re a whore and you’re here to drink my piss!”

Teresa wondered what he was capable of, if this was how he behaved in a Central London motel near his workplace. She just wanted the money and for this to be over with. “OK, sorry, I’ll do what you want.”

He opened up with another carefully aimed stream of piss, and grinned manically like a kid playing a video game as he hit the back of her throat. She began to choke and cough. “I want to hear you gargling it! Come on!”

Teresa tasted the rancid piss, it was warm as tea and tasted disgusting, while the power of the stream as it his the back of her tonsils meant she kept gagging. He moved his aim and managed to soak her hair in it as well. He was finished, and sprayed the last few drops all over her. “All right I’m done, OK one last thing, get out, and put your clothes back on.”

“Can’t I take a shower?”

“NOO For fuck sake, I told them I don’t like bitches that answer back. Maybe you still won’t get any money, and I won’t use your agency again. Put your fucking clothes back on while you’re still dirty.”

Teresa wondered what he was going to do now. The room was not booked for much longer and he surely had to be in work, that was the whole point of this early morning appointment. He put on his own clothes without showering either, although he was not coated in piss like Teresa.

“All right, let’s go. After you.”

“But I’m, I’m dirty, my hair is wet with your piss...”

“Yeah, yeah we will sort that now, quickly, we don’t have much time. Come on, let’s go downstairs somewhere quick.”

Teresa felt overcome with his commanding presence and followed him out the door. He slammed it behind him and they walked together one flight, where he handed the key back to the receptionist. They walked out together onto the street without saying a word. Finally he turned to her. “That was fun, sorry for the ... you know ... it’s just how I get off, I got a big deal today and you are my prep. Oh, and enjoy walking home smelling of piss, that’s another thing I wanted to do to you. Hahaha, maybe see you soon!”

He turned on his heels laughing and vanished. Teresa felt like crying as she suddenly processed what had happened. She fell back against a wall, and her tears started to fall. The salty tears contrasted with the piss still invading her tastes, and she suddenly stood up. Fuck it, she had been paid quite a bit of money and she had earned it. She thought to go back into the hotel and beg to go back in and take a quick shower. Before she did, her phone rang.

“Hello?” “Hi Teresa, this is Inspector Donnelly, we need to talk to you, are you free right now?”

“OH my God, is anything the matter? Have you found her?”

“Not yet, we have some news, we need to speak to you further, can we visist you at home?

“Oh yes, yes look I am out at the minute, but I can be home in my flat in an hour, is that OK?”

It was agreed. Teresa forgot all need for a shower and raced to the underground. She thought of Sophie, of the disgusting, entitled man she had just seen, and hoped she could use the money to some effect for Sophie. If it gave her more time to look for her, then she would do more of this, it didn’t matter.

Other commuters at first did not mind the attractive looking businesswoman on the train but moved away from deep stench of urine around her. The humiliation stung Teresa, and she tried to blot it out. She only hoped it would be worth it, not just the money, but that by some law of the universe, it would mean that Sophie might be having some good luck, somewhere.

Corey Metesse strode into his office and ordered his 22 year old secretary, Minnie, to make him some coffee. Minne had been told she should wear short skirts or she would be fired after he deliberately messed up her work and confronted her with it. Metesse wondered how much further he could get with her. She was a nervous girl, who didn’t complain, the best kind. He could almost sniff them out. He was thinking of his next work trip where she would have to accompany him on, and wondered how he could prepare the ground for trying to fuck her on it. He also thought of his negotiations later that day. He would crush his opponents, limp wristed limeys who got their positions through connections and never had to fight from the street like him. He remembered the face of that ginger peasant housewife as his piss had entered her mouth. The disgust and the loathing and the transformation from the cocky, strong woman she had tried to be at the beginning. Fuck her as well, and he chuckled as he imagined her travelling around London stinking of his piss.