TWO
Final Exam
I glared at Mother. The six women who'd just entered the room had all been my lovers over the past three years. They were, without exception, lovely, sexy, or both. They weren't my only lovers during that time, but any others were one-night stands and nothing more. Only Camila wasn't grinning at me like she was in on some cosmic joke, a joke I still didn't have a clue about.
"No more games," I growled, glaring at Mother as she lounged on the bed in all her womanly glory. "Tell me what the fuck is going on."
"I did. I've spent over three years, and nearly two million dollars, training you for a mission."
"Okay, so why are they here?" I asked, jerking my thumb at the women.
Mother smiled. "They were part of your training, and now they're here to prove to me you're ready."
A weight settled in my stomach. "Part of...? What do you mean?"
"I mean, these lovely ladies contracted with me to turn you into a hard-fucking beast." She smiled like a hungry cat eyeing a particularly tasty looking mouse. "They've been reporting your progress back to me. They think you're ready." Her smile spread. "From their reports, and what you just did to me, I'm inclined to agree, but I have to know. I'm only going to get one shot at this, and I have to be sure."
I met each of the women's eyes in turn, and their smiles began to disappear. "You were paid to be with me?" I demanded.
They all looked uncomfortable, except for Beth, who met my glare with her own unflinching stare, but then she never apologized for anything. Lori looked up and met my gaze. "I can't speak for anyone else, but no, not the way you mean. I was told to seduce you, to teach you... certain things." A faint smile touched her lips. "For me, at least, there was more to it than the money." Her smile returned, if with a little less wattage. "Trust me, I'd have done it for free."
The other five women nodded in agreement. It was all starting to make sense. For the past three years, I'd had one amazing sexual adventure after another. I'd done dozens of things most men could only dream of, but it was all a fucking lie. I didn't love any of the women, but it still pissed me off that for three years I'd been led around by my cock, and I hadn't had a fucking clue it was happening.
The only woman of the six that really hurt to find out was paid to be with me was Camila Muñoz. She was a raven-haired beauty with large dark eyes and a beautiful complexion that spoke of her Latin heritage. I'd been dating her steadily for the past two years, and unlike the other women, with Camila it wasn't only about sex. I fucked Alison, Beth, Lori, Misty, and Karen, but I made love to Camila. I didn't love her, but I did care for her. About a year ago I'd suggested we start seeing each other exclusively, but she'd claimed she wasn't ready for that level of commitment and wanted to keep our relationship open and casual.
Now I knew why. I was nothing but a job to her. Camila worked for one of the Houston Spanish language television stations as a prime-time news anchor, and her job had been to teach me Spanish. She claimed she spoke little English, so I'd learned Spanish as I taught her English. Having her invite me into her bed, cry out as we made love, and whisper sweet words to me, all in Spanish, was incredibly sexy. I still had an accent, but after two years of motivated lessons, I spoke fluent Spanish.
I glared at her. "I guess we won't be having dinner tonight?" I growled at her in Spanish.
She wouldn't meet my eyes. "I'm sorry," she murmured in the same tongue.
"Was any of it real?" She didn't answer and stared at her shoes. I glared at her a moment longer. "You could always speak English, couldn't you?" I said, switching to my native tongue.
"I'm sorry," she repeated in near perfect English, not the heavily accented and stilted version she'd used in the beginning with me.
I nodded once, my lips pulled tight in annoyance. Our entire relationship was a lie. No wonder she was able to so easily figure out what I was trying to say as I struggled to learn her language. I was so fucking stupid. I never had a clue. Not with any of them. While all the women except for Beth looked, to varying degrees, uncomfortable with my reaction, Camila seemed... hurt. I guess they thought I'd laugh it off as a big joke. Well, fuck them all. I was the one who'd been used. I returned my attention to Mother.
"So now what? They're going to give you my report card or something?"
Mother's smile became cold. "More like your final exam. You want to find out why I want you, why I've put so much time, effort, and money into you?" She nodded at the woman. "Fuck them, fuck all of them, and find out."
I glanced between the women and Mother. I'd already fucked the shit out of each these women multiple times, and enjoyed the hell out of it each time, but it still pissed me off that I'd been used. On the other hand, fucking part of the secret out of Mother had been incredibly exciting, and now I was going to have to fuck the rest of it out of these bitches. Then another piece of the puzzle suddenly fell into place.
"You," I growled, glaring at Mother. "You were the one that had TTS recruit me out of college."
Mother's smile never flickered. "You have a... unique... talent that I can use," she replied, and another piece of the puzzle locked into place.
I held her gaze for a long moment. Her stare never wavered, silently challenging me to prove what she already knew to be true. I still couldn't figure out how, or why, my ability to fuck fit into Mother's plan, but I was intrigued. I'd apparently been training my ass off for three years for this, whatever
this
was, even if I hadn't known it. Whatever she had in mind for me had to be more exciting than standing around providing security for some paranoid celebrity or guarding a shipment of diamonds or cash.
"Fuck it!" I snarled as I turned to face the women. "If we're going to do this, then let's fucking do it! Which of you bitches is going to be first?"
There was a long pause when nobody moved. "Fuck it," Beth sneered as she began roughly stripping out of her signature jean vest. "I haven't had a good hard fucking since the last time you fucked me."
Bethany Simmons was a kinky bitch that was into pain and domination. She liked nothing better than trying to fight me off while I manhandled her, both of us crying out as pleasure and pain became one. She was a lean hardbody that worked the weights, had short Technicolor hair, its color changing with her moods, and ran a dozer for Tittleman Construction. Her most distinctive feature, however, was the spiderweb tattoos covering her ample breasts, with the web's centers around her nipples. The webs on her breasts were connected with a single strand from each web, joining between her breasts to trail down her stomach to where a black widow spider lurked just above her hairless pussy.
I met her when she, and a few other guys who worked for Tittleman, decided to hang around the construction site after their day ended to watch TTS use the ditches, piles of construction materials, and equipment scattered around the job site to practice our engage and evade skills. They'd given all of us a trainload of shit every time one of us got captured or shot, but afterwards we'd all gone out for a beer. After the beer, Beth and I had gone to my place where we tried to blow our backs out as we fucked rough and hard. I still fucked her when she called and wanted to hookup. When I arrived at her place, we both knew the reason I was there, and the fucking was always immediate, rough, loud, and supremely satisfying as we fucked and fought in equal measure.
I sneered at her, suddenly in the mood for a good, hard, hate-fuck.
With Beth breaking the stalemate, Lori began stripping as well, pulling her blouse over her head, her full breasts bouncing with its rough removal, and threw it aside. "Same here. I haven't had a taste of you in over a year, and I'm going to fuck you stupid."
Laura Hambrick was a big brunette with curves for days. She was bi-sexual, and while she carried a few extra pounds, it was in all the right places, didn't affect her ability to fuck, and she loved sex as much as I did. She was into marathon sessions, liked threesomes and moresomes, and I'd shared her with men and women alike. She also constantly rode my ass to not come when I was fucking, even as she was demanding that I fuck the shit out of her or one of the women she was sharing me with. Lori worked as the finance manager at Steele Ford, the dealership where I'd purchased my truck because TTS employees got a discount there, and I hadn't seen her in over a year. She'd ghosted me after a weekend marathon fuck session, where me and another guy she knew tried to fuck her, the guy's wife, and a mutual woman friend, to death. When she wouldn't return my calls, I'd assumed I'd done something to piss her off, but apparently she'd disappeared because her job was done.
"Then come on, you fucking bitches, and show me what you've got!" I snarled, the challenge of having to satisfy both Beth and Lori at the same time, the two hardest fucking women I knew, returning me to steel like hardness.
"I'll fucking show you what I've got," Beth growled as she dropped to her knees in front of me while the rest of the women spread out to give us room. As she settled, I grabbed her by the crown of her head and under her chin to force my cock all the way into her mouth. More than once she'd demonstrated her ability to swallow every inch of me, and as she writhed and pushed against my legs, fighting to free herself from my cock, I held her tight, knowing she got off on the rough treatment.
