Chapter 3: Final Reckoning
Rachel wasn't yet in her little chair behind her desk when I got to Karen's office. A part of me was glad that I didn't get to see her, but another part, the beast part, that wasn't impressed by far. I'd forgone wearing my boxers, because I knew the second I was inside her office, Karen would be over the desk firmly implanted on my cock.
I felt my meat strain against the rough edge of my jeans at the thought. My thoughts drifted back to Ilya, and his contempt for women, and anyone he slept with in particular.
"Cunt is cunt," he'd say. "Doesn't matter what size, shape or colour it comes it, they're all good for one thing only." I felt myself shrink at the thought. I knew I was becoming just like him. I knocked on Karen's door and wondered for a moment if Ilya had dealt with a beast inside him, too. My brother's ghost mocked me as Karen's voice asked me in, and I frowned.
Karen was standing beside her desk when I shut the door behind me. Her eyes hungrily went to my crotch, and lit up when she saw I was already hard. Her eyebrows perked as she smirked confidently at me. "Looking forward to my pussy, were you, Piotr?" I grabbed my bulge and pushed it down, and my lawyer met my eyes.
"No. I just finished with a girl I picked up in a bar last night, and I'm still not entirely recovered. What's the deal with this job?" She sat down and lifted one leg up to sit on the desk, her high heeled boot clinking on the desktop.
"You're not eating my cunt yet, Russian." I crossed my arms and tried to act uncaring as she slowly slid her hand down and began to play with her lips. My cock throbbed in my pants, and I shifted uncomfortably. Karen smiled knowingly and slid two fingers into herself.
She began to pant as I frowned again, and uncrossed my arms. I put them in my pockets, and she leant over and took another cigarette out of her desk. She offered it to me, but I shook my head. I didn't smoke, and she knew that.
She lit it, and the coppery smell of dope filled the air. She sucked back hard on it and blew the smoke in my direction, but I didn't budge. Her features hardened, and her leg came down off of the desk as she stood angrily.
"You'll wind up playing bitch to several of my behind bars clients if you don't tread carefully here, Piotr. You're a killer, pure a simple. Now think this through. You give me what I want for one more romp, then you're a free man, with a job and a place to stay. Or I have you gang raped and mutilated so that that log of yours ends up in my desk as a trophy."
I snarled at her and stepped forward. "You're a sick bitch, and I'd like to see you try it. You're right, I'm an animal, but I can't get the death penalty here, and if I'm in jail already, I got nothing to lose by shortening your client list!"
I turned and angrily wrenched open the door, and went to step through it, but someone fell into my arms. It was Janelle, Karen's sister, and the woman who I was supposed to get a job with.
A swollen and blackened eye was poorly concealed behind sunglasses and foundation, and tears streaked her cheeks. My anger burned away in an instant, and I ushered her towards the seat. She was a sobbing mess, and I looked at Karen, who stared at her sister blankly. I knelt down beside her. "It's okay, relax, you're safe now." She sobbed again, and I looked at Karen, who was burning bright read.
She was obviously uncomfortable. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Please, Piotr, wait a moment outside." I nodded and stood, but Janelle grabbed at my thigh and I started as she pressed her palm unknowingly into the head of my limp cock. I coughed and moved as the front of my jeans suddenly thickened.
I realized the beast in me was quiet, but that I wanted this woman, and wanted her badly. I bowed my head and moved away, and shut the door. I knew I'd have to go somewhere soon, because my cock was throbbing painfully hard, and I tried to move it between my legs, but any pressure made it throb harder.
My mind raced as the need for release became unbearable. I ducked around the corner to the toilets, and felt a massive surge of lust as I spotted Rachel unlocking the staff toilets. I pushed forwards towards her, and she turned and gave an undignified squeak as I shoved her through the toilet door and into one of the cubicles.
She looked at me with surprise. "Mr. Voinovich, what...?" I cut her off with a kiss, forcing my tongue deep into her throat. She quieted against me as my hands lifted up her skirt.
I moved her panties aside as she began to pant, and her nails raked my back as I slipped two fingers inside her. She quivered against me and spread her legs wider to give me better access. I grunted as I pulled my cock out of the top of my jeans and pushed up and into her.
Rachel's mouth formed a silent moan as I kept pushing until I had slid myself fully into her dry heat. She bit back a scream as I began to thrust in and out. Her nails scratched into my back, and I felt the burn under my t-shirt as she split the skin.
I pushed her business shirt up and began to feast on her nipples. She bit her lip again and again as the combination of my heavy cock and my rough lips on her nipples drove her towards a heady orgasm. I roughly squeezed her tits together as I pummelled into her, and she cried out as I ravaged them.
She lent forwards and bit deeply into my shoulder in revenge, but that just drove me on further. I grabbed hold of the side of the toilet cubicle, and pushed one of her legs out to step onto the toilet lid.
She held onto me with one hand as I drove myself into her again and again, the other one holding onto my wrists as I used the wall for support. It only took a few minutes for me to come, thrusting up into her with an animalistic lust that seemed to drive her crazy. Her other hand dropped to my shoulders as well as I drove my cock up into her one last time, then sagged against her.
I pulsed inside her and felt my cum ooze down my shaft as I pulled out. Rachel slumped to the floor in exhaustion, meeting my cock eye to eye.
I leant down to pull up my jeans and Rachel grabbed the back of my head. Her eyes were shut as she regained her breath. "Where's your high moral ground when you're fucking horny, baby?" Her words were hissed out breathlessly and I stared at her.
She pushed me away from her and moved to sit on the toilet, leaning her head against the wall I had just fucked her brains out against. I didn't have an answer for her, and she knew it. Her lips curved into a smile as my still hard cock strained over the button of my jeans.
I moved it towards her face, but she laughed harshly. "Next one's rape. I'm not really sure that that one wasn't. You bastard." She stared at my straining cock for a moment, then stood up. I was still speechless, half my brain trying to deny what I knew I was becoming.
A more bestial Ilya. The other half was still driving the need to fuck her senseless and get rid of the raging red curtain still blanketing my vision. I didn't know where to turn or what to do as Rachel straightened herself up.
Janelle had barely touched me, and I was a mindless rapist with need. I wiped the head of my cock with toilet paper and flushed it, then tried to tuck myself back into my jeans. I was so hard, my hands on my cock felt good as I pushed it back into my jeans. I knew the cum was still coming out, but I couldn't do anything about it.
I had to get out of there. I felt the hot liquid begin to cool as it wiped onto my thigh. I felt ashamed and washed my hands. I stared at the reflection, and saw Ilya's laughing eyes staring back at me.
He knew what a daemon I was becoming, because we were brothers, barely two years apart. He knew, as did I, that I would eventually give in, and it would destroy me. I felt the beast stir and looked away from the damning vision. I left the toilet, intent on going home or anything, just to think about it.
I wondered for a moment if church would help, and found a dark smile on my lips. Karen's voice echoed down the empty hallway. "Russian!" I turned back, and my lawyer beckoned me.
I felt disgust rise in my mouth like bile. For a second, I thought of ignoring her and leaving. Surely so soon after a fight she'd believe it was because of my hurt pride or something like that. A sudden image of Janelle's tear-streaked cheek flashed across my vision, and I went back towards the office.
Karen didn't say anything, all traces of her true nature hidden in front of the smug figure of Rachel now sitting at her desk. I walked past her and made a straight line for Janelle's side. Her tears had stopped, but she was obviously still upset.
I knelt down to her side again. "You okay?" She nodded wordlessly and stood. I stepped back to allow her to pass. My wandering eye trailed down her neck to her perfect breasts encased in white, like the first time I had seen her. She still hadn't taken off the glasses, and she looked up at me through the black lenses.
