Aubree's First Apartment
Chapter 27: Hard Facts

Copyright© 2019 by Doc Sexaday

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 27: Hard Facts - Aubree is young and on her own. She has her first apartment and a promising college education ahead of her. The bad news for Aubree was Winston. He had dirt on Aubree and blackmail was in oder.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/ft   Blackmail   Coercion   NonConsensual   Reluctant   MaleDom   Humiliation   Rough   Spanking   White Male   White Female  

Winston inhaled deeply on his cigarette and glanced over the desk as Mr. Black paused in mid sentence. He fingered the revolver in his coat pocket. Fuck you, Black ... He smiled. “Please continue. I’m interested in what you have to say. I’m rapt with attention, Black.” He flipped an ash on the floor.

Mr. Black scratched his chin. “You see Winston. You’re no different than a dying rat. A dying rat cast aside beside the road ... gasping for every last little desperate breath ... tail twitching ... tongue probing for any moisture to be found in the decaying grass ... stomach churning with the will to live ... to propagate your species. Struggling for life ... a dying rat.” Mr. Black paused again. “However, your life is ‘the con’, Winston.” Black stared at him as he leaned back in his chair. His gaze was piercing.

Winston felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He’s fucking crazy ... His eyes darted around the darkened room. Animal is over there ... He shrugged and blew a smoke ring. “Look, Black. I told you I’m sorry. But, the dean was the only way to get to Amber. I had to make a trade. But trust me, Amber will pay off in the long run. Besides, you got the normal club fee. Okay? Part of the deal was that Smith wanted Aubree alone for two nights at his country estate. He’s got some bondage dungeon out there or some shit. Who knows? Who gives a shit? The dean is a pervert. Aren’t we all?” Winston leaned forward. The cigarette hung from his lip. “I’m aware club rules were broken. But, in the end the club will benefit. So, what the fuck? Is it really that big of a deal?” He took another long drag and exhaled smoke into the dim light.

Winston watched as Mr. Black stared at him in silence. He’s a fucking loon ... out of his mind. Fucking psycho ... Winston glanced at his watch. “Besides Black, how much money have I made for your establishment over the years? You know I’m the best trainer in the city. No one is better than me at crafting the young little whores you require to turn a profit. Plus, the meat I deliver is fresh ... not worn out strippers or street walking sluts. Fresh meat ... money makers.” He rubbed his fingers together. “Money in the bank ... So, why don’t you get to the point, Black?” Spit it out...

Mr. Black laughed. He stood up, aiming a gun at Winston’s head. “The point is this...” He pulled the trigger.

Winston recoiled. He listened as the trigger snapped. The chamber was empty. The gun wasn’t loaded. He heard Black laughing. Winston wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He forced himself to smile. He pulled on his cigarette. “Fine, Black. I get it. I get your point.” He coughed and crushed out his cigarette.

Black sat back down. “That’s good Winston. I’m glad you ‘get it’. Your ‘getting it’ is important to me.” He poured himself a drink. “I have given long thought to this matter. Any violation of club rules is unacceptable and must be punished. I have arrived at the following terms to which I’m sure you will gladly agree without protest...”

Black placed his elbows on the desk. His long black hair fell over his shoulders. His pupils were dilated. Holding a finger in the air he continued, “Number one; You will finish Aubree Sidney’s training at an accelerated pace. I expect her to be turned over to me within the week. Your normal fee is forfeited. Aubree is free.”

Winston sat up. “Now wait a minute, Black. I’ve got bills. I need...”

Mr. Black shook his head. “No matter, Winston. No matter.” He held a second finger in the air. “Number two; Amber’s further training will be the responsibility of Mistress Barbara. You will have no further involvement with Amber Anderson nor any financial interests in her further development.”

Winston’s face reddened. Mother fucker! He stood up. “Wait a fucking minute, Black! Did Barbara tell you about this shit? Is that bitch involved?”

Black smiled. “No matter, Winston. She is a trainer like yourself and Amber will do well under Mistress Barbara’s guidance.” He held a third finger in the air. “Lastly, when you meet dean Smith to exchange Aubree, some of my men will be there. You will take Aubree to complete her training. My men will take the dean ... to begin his training.” Black smiled wickedly as he leaned back in his large chair. “These are the terms to put this regrettable experience behind us and move forward with a clean slate. I trust you find the terms acceptable?” Black picked up the revolver from the desk and examined it.

Winston was fuming. You’re cock sucking fag and that bitch Barbara will pay ... His eyes narrowed with rage. He stood up and nodded. “Fine, Black ... Agreed.” He turned and walked towards the door. Prick...

Mr. Black smiled. “Goodnight, Winston. Animal will show you out.”

 
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