Con Games

***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons is purely coincidental.

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Nikki opened the door and they stumbled into her apartment with Jim right behind her. Jim couldn't keep his hands off of her as he kept nibbling on her neck and grabbing at her tits.

"Let's do it right here on the floor," he whispered to her.

"Hold on there, tiger," she replied. "I may be easy, but I'm not trashy. If you can't wait for the bedroom, at least take me on the couch."

He kicked the door closed and they returned to making out and pawing at each other. Nikki had a small, one-bedroom apartment where the kitchen was relatively part of the living room.

By the time they made it to the couch, he had taken off her shirt, threw it across the room, and she was now wearing a black D-cup bra. Jim started taking off her jeans while Nikki was unbuttoning his shirt. This suddenly stopped when his phone rang. He quickly took a look at it and made a worried face.

"I need to take this," he said. "It's, uh... well, you know."

"It's OK, baby, you can say it's your wife," she told him. "I told you before, I'm not going to judge you about it."

"I'll take this in the bathroom; it'll be quick," he assured her.

"I'll get us something to drink," she said as she got off the couch. "Don't keep me waiting."

She got off the couch and walked away to the kitchen. She let him know which door was the bathroom, and he quickly went inside and locked the door behind him. He missed the call by then and called back the number, and the person on the other end answered immediately.

"Did you fuck her yet?" said a female voice.

"No, Tammy, I didn't fuck her yet," he told her. "You just saw me leave with her ten minutes ago. I've only been in her apartment for a minute."

"From what I hear, that's plenty of time for you," she replied with a small laugh.

"I should be mad, but that was actually a good joke," he replied with a smile. "But you shouldn't be calling me like this."

"I thought it would make the whole thing look more real if you suddenly had to take a call from your wife," Tammy replied.

"That's a good idea; it actually worked, but now I have to go."

"Good luck, stud."

They both hung up, and Jim took another moment to get himself ready before leaving the bathroom. When he got back to Nikki, she was waiting for him by the couch, still in her underwear, holding two drinks she had ready for them.

"Everything good with her?" Nikki asked.

"Yes, I just told her I'd be at the office a little longer tonight," Jim replied. "Kind of a cliché excuse, I know."

"Whatever gives us our alone time," she replied as she walked up to him and handed him one of the drinks. "All I have is regular whiskey. I got nothing fancy like I serve at the bar," she told him.

"It's no problem," he replied.

He took one of the drinks from her. They clinked their glasses and quickly gulped down their whiskey.

He was excited to be with her. She was a knockout. She was tall and slender, with short dark hair, a large bust, and a shapely ass. She claimed to be 27, but he knew for a fact that she was 34, but he admitted to himself that she could pass for 27 and possibly younger.

It didn't take him long to get her to go after him. She was targeting married men with money, and Jim was successful in making her think that's who he was.

They first met only five days earlier at a restaurant where Nikki was working as a bartender. It was the third location she had used in the last year to seduce married men under different aliases; always the same first name, but never the same last name.

That day, he came in with Tammy, where she pretended to be his wife. They even gave each other small kisses and he grabbed her ass in front of Nikki to sell the idea that they were married. When Tammy wasn't around, Jim heavily flirted with Nikki and said the right things he wanted her to hear to suggest he was a serial cheater; it made it easier for him to go after her the next day when he stopped by to see her.

She flirted back with him when he came to see her on his own, saying all the right things she thought he wanted to hear. She even let him know she didn't care if he was married. She liked fooling around with married men because it was both exciting and there was no need for commitment. She was everything a cheating husband wanted in a mistress.

They exchanged phone numbers and exchanged flirty messages over the next few days, and she sent him some underwear photos of herself. Tammy had a good time seeing those texts and gave Jim advice on what he should be saying to her to keep her excited.

Finally, the time came when she convinced him to meet her for drinks at a very discreet bar she knew about, where they had a good time. When they were ready, she took him back to her apartment, which wasn't hers like she pretended to be, but instead an Airbnb she rented.

Everything was going according to plan.

"You ready?" she asked.

"More than ever," he replied.

She took his glasses and put them on the coffee table, then she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back to the couch.

When they got to the couch, they kissed each other hard. He got her bra off and started grabbing at her tits as he nibbled on her neck. She took off her panties and then proceeded to help Jim out of his clothes. When she got him completely naked, she got down on her knees and placed herself between Jim's legs. She spit on her hand and stroked his big, hard dick; she looked up at him as she flicked her tongue on the tip of his dick. She then opened her mouth wide and took it all into her mouth. Her mouth was firmly sealed around the shaft as her head bobbed up and down while she played with his balls in her hand. Jim had his hand firmly grasping the back of her head as he guided the speed of her blowjob.

When she had enough, she pulled his dick out of her mouth. She opened a small drawer that was under the coffee table and pulled out a condom that she had prepared there. She opened it and put it on Jim's dick before she sat on his lap and guided his dick straight into her pussy.

Jim never felt a pussy as warm and tight as Nikki's. Nikki began bouncing up and down on Jim, her hands firmly placed on his shoulders, and his hands grabbing her ass very hard. Jim had had women on top of him before, but never one who rode him so hard. Her tits bouncing against his face; Jim grabbed them both and began sucking on them.

After a while, Jim pushed her on to her back on the couch and took over. He began pounding away at her pussy. He was relentless, not slowing down his rhythm for a split second. She began screaming obscenities into his ear, and he replied with some comments of his own. He was calling her dirty names that he thought she would like to hear; the word whore was the mildest thing he said to her, and she enjoyed every bit of it.

When he felt the time was right, he got off of her and made her get on her hands and knees on the couch. He got behind her, grabbed her by her hips, and shoved his dick back into her. Nikki always enjoyed this position before, but was never fucked as well as this in that position before. He began spanking her ass hard and went back to calling her dirty names. This time she had a few comebacks of her own that he enjoyed hearing her say. Jim then grabbed her by the hair and pulled it back hard, making her scream in pain. He began going even harder on her as he pulled back her hair. Her face was turning a bright red color as she was screaming from the multiple orgasms she was experiencing.

After a while, Jim began to slow down when he felt that he was nearing the end. He wanted it to last as long as he could. He managed to get a few more minutes out of his performance before he shot his load. When his dick got soft, he pulled out of her and Nikki pulled off the condom for him to take to the garbage.

Following that, they sat on the couch, his arm around her, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Fucking amazing," was all that Nikki could say.

"You were also fantastic," he told her.

After several minutes of conversation, he told her he had to go. She tried to convince him to stay. He assumed she probably thought it was something he wanted to hear her say. He made the excuse of having to get back to his wife before she started calling again and she let him go.

Over the next two weeks, they texted each other; Jim asked to see her again, but she made excuses not to. For a few days, she didn't respond at all, and Jim and Tammy were worried they scared her off; then suddenly, she called him, insisting on meeting each other for dinner to talk about something important. Jim and Tammy were excited because their plan was finally going to come to fruition.

Nikki got to the restaurant before Jim and picked out a booth in a far-off corner where they could have privacy. They greeted each other; he tried to kiss her on the mouth, but she turned her head, so he could only kiss her cheek. He didn't care about that, he just thought he needed to play the cheating husband a little longer.

They sat in their booth and ordered drinks from the waitress. Jim ordered two drinks for himself which Nikki thought was unusual but she let it go.

"I didn't know you wore glasses," said Nikki.

"I prefer contacts, but I lost one of them, so I'm wearing my glasses for now," he replied as he adjusted his glasses on his head for good effect. "So, do you really want to wait for our drinks, or should we just go ahead to your place?"

"We're not going anywhere. Not after what I have to tell you."

"What's that?" Jim asked.

"For starters, I'm pregnant," she told him.

"What? What do you mean?" He said this while attempting to appear shocked. "I used a condom. One you gave me."

"Apparently it wasn't a good one," she replied. "It wasn't even a good brand."

Jim pretended to have a mild freak out, saying he was scared about what would happen if his wife found out. He laid it on pretty thick, but said all the right things he thought Nikki wanted him to say.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to tell your wife anything," she assured him. "But I do need some help with this."

"How so?" Jim asked.

"I want to get an abortion. But I don't have the money for it."

And there it was, the moment Jim and Tammy were waiting for. Getting her to ask for money to get rid of the baby and soon asking for more to make sure she goes away for good.

"How much do you need?" Jim asked.

"A good clinic can do it for $2500," she replied. "But I also need more than that. I've been having some problems, and I could use the financial assistance."

"How much more are you asking for?"

"I recently lost my job and I'm behind on my rent," she began to say. "I could use another $5000."

"What?" Jim said it intentionally louder, enough to get Nikki's attention but not loud enough to get the attention of anybody else in the restaurant. "Are you serious? That's a lot of money you're asking for."

"I need it badly," she replied.

"I'll give you the money for the abortion, maybe a little extra for all you're going through," said Jim. "But not $7500. That's insane."

For dramatic effect, Nikki took a sip, as if she was thinking about what she was supposed to say next. Jim knew what was coming and he was getting excited about hearing her say it.

"Well, Jim, if you don't help me, I'm going to have no choice..." she pretended to trail off and touched her eye as if she was trying to prevent herself from crying. "I'm going to have to tell your wife."

"You can't be serious?"

"I'm in a desperate situation and I know you have the money," she said, this time with a couple of tears coming down her face. "If you don't help me, I'm going to have to tell her."

That's when tears started pouring down her face and she covered her face as if she felt guilty for what she was doing.

"You can't prove any of this," said Jim. "I can deny it all."

"A paternity test can prove it," she replied. "And I can get access to my building's security camera that can show you coming to my apartment. I know the superintended very well. When I tell her what I need it for, she will help me."

"You're unbelievable," said Jim.

"I have no choice," she replied, still crying.

Also, for dramatic effect, Jim took a sip of his drink. He had to admit, the drink method worked; it made the person look like they had to take a moment to think about the situation they were in and not show they planned this the whole time.

"And if I give you this money, how will I know you're not going to ask me for more money later?" he asked.

"I don't want to be reminded of any of this," she replied. "I just need this to go away as fast as possible. I promise, you'll never see me again."

Again, Jim pretended to take a moment to think about his situation. He thought about asking more questions, or pushing her in a different direction, but he decided not to push it. He had seen enough and knew it was time for the scam to end.

"Ok, I'll get you the money," he said.

Nikki pretended to calm down and wiped away her tears.

"Thank you," she said. "After this is over, you'll never see me again."

"We may see each other a lot more than you think," Jim replied with a big smile.

"What do you mean by that?" Nikki asked. At that moment, she noticed the big smile on Jim's face and wondered what was going on.

Jim gave a signal, asking someone out of sight to come over. Nikki was confused about what he was doing, and was incredibly stunned to see Tammy arrive and sit down next to Jim. She took the second drink Jim had ordered and took a sip of it.

"What the fuck is this?" Nikki asked.

Oh, Nikki, I have to say, you were absolutely wonderful," said Tammy. "You exceeded both of our expectations."

"Your seduction techniques, the way you improvise, how you cry on cue, it's amazing," said Jim.

"And there's also the way you are able to create different identities and perfectly separate them between different jobs; being able to do all that is a very good skill," said Tammy.

"You're a little rough around the edges. We do have some comments on what you could've done better, but other than that, you are definitely someone we could work with," said Jim.

Nikki had absolutely no idea what was going on. They obviously knew everything, but she needed to play it cool and keep acting innocent until she knew what to do next.

"What are you two talking about?" Nikki asked. "Jim, we need to discuss my situation."

"You mean about your so-called pregnancy," said Tammy. "Give it up, sweetie. We already know you're not really pregnant. You can't be."

"I had a vasectomy five years ago," Jim replied.

"But it doesn't matter anyway, as long as you get your targets to think you are going to pay you off," said Tammy.

Nikki still acted like she didn't know what Tammy was talking about. She still felt she needed to hear more from them.

"We know about the scams you used to run when you were younger and the crew you used to work with," Jim began to say. "But they're long gone and you tried going straight for a while and were doing well, but then started falling on hard times. With your friends gone and a lack of means to perform better scams, you ended up doing this pregnancy scam."

"But you have been doing well with it for at least a couple of years now, with various names and locations," said Tammy. "In the last two months alone, since we started following you around, we counted about ten men you have scammed. Unless there's more we didn't know about."

Nikki didn't know what to say. She thought about lying her way out of it, but she knew it was all over.

"It's actually fifteen," Nikki replied, with a big smile on her face.

"Oh, you slipped by us those times. I feel a little embarrassed about that," Tammy said with a small laugh.

"I don't know who you two are, but you can't prove anything," said Nikki.

Tammy pulled out her phone and showed the ongoing video that was being recorded on it.

"It's attached to the camera in Jim's glasses," said Tammy. "Besides the other pieces of evidence, we gathered about you, we just recorded your whole conversation with Jim, including the part where you tried to extort money from Jim."

"You can turn that off now, Tammy, these glasses are hurting my eyes," said Jim, as he took off the glasses and put them away. "I don't actually need to wear these."

Nikki was stunned by this whole revelation.

"You let me fuck your husband," Nikki began to say. "Just to catch me extorting him. Why go through all this?"

"First of all, this is my sister, not my wife," said Jim.

"Even if he wasn't my brother, I could do much better than him," Tammy replied jokingly.

"You're brother and sister? But I saw you two kissing when we first met," said Nikki. "I even saw Jim grab your ass."

"It was all an act, just for your benefit," said Tammy. "It's not like we were going to fuck each other in front of you."

"So, what's this all about? Why go through all of this?" Nikki asked. "I know you're not cops; you can't be private detectives. What's going on here?"

"Don't worry, you're not in any kind of trouble, sweetie," Tammy assured her. "We're very much like you, con artists."

"Except we're much better at our jobs than you are," said Jim.

"But we're also recruiters, always on the lookout for new talent," Tammy continued. "We're part of a small group of people, an organization if you will, that work together for bigger and more prosperous ventures."

"Think Ocean's Eleven, except far less extravagant but way more realistic," said Jim.

"And despite some of your rough edges, we can see you have some bigger potential," said Tammy. "You have the talent, ambition, and intelligence that would make a great con artist. And by working with our organization, you can be much better at your job and make a lot more money than this nickel and dime shit you're doing."

Nikki was surprised by that last comment. She thought getting $7,500 from every one of her marks was pretty good, but Tammy and Jim were claiming it was small time.

"How much more money are we talking about?" Nikki sked.

"See this watch I'm wearing?" Jim said as he rolled up his sleeve to reveal a large gold watch. "This is worth $30K. I didn't even steal it; I dropped that much money to buy it without hesitation. That's how much we're talking about."

Nikki was highly impressed. She had noticed the watch before. It was one of the reasons why she targeted Jim, or at least she thought she was targeting him. The watch made her realize he had money and his behavior made her think he was an easy mark for her scam.

"Ok, I'm willing to listen some more," she said. "What do you want from me?"

"Just for you to say yes," said Jim.

"It will take some time and training, but it will all be worth it," said Tammy.

"My sister and I were in your position twenty years ago. We were just teenagers then. We were hesitant at first, but now we're making money and having the time of our lives."

"Does that mean I can stop having sex with guys to scam them out of money?" Nikki asked.

Jim and Tammy looked at each other and then back at Nikki.

"We can't guarantee it will never happen," said Tammy. "Over the years, Jim and I had to sleep a few people in order to get things done; Jim even had to fuck you for this little setup. But I can guarantee it would be far less than what you are doing now."

"And that responsibility would be spread out among everyone, not just a few people like you," said Jim.

Nikki liked the idea of no longer having to pull the pregnancy scam; she had some fun with some of the married men she was sleeping with, but it was getting tiring having to get fucked as much as she was. Also, there was the big risk of getting caught by the law and she was tired of having to change her name and address regularly.