Not Your Cup Of Tea Pt 01

This story is entirely fictional, and all characters are over the age of 18. It involves a wealthy man using his money to coerce consent. If that isn't your thing, skip this one.

This is a pure fantasy, and is clearly a ludicrous scenario. It is not meant to be taken seriously. That said, Enjoy.

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Allen waited patiently in his hotel room, lounging on the king-sized bed and flipping through basic cable channels. Sometimes lingering on the one that was 'about' the hotel and it's amenities. It was just after check-in, and time was moving slowly. Anticipation was his favorite part, however, to do with his perverted proclivities. As always, his upcoming rendezvous was meticulously planned and calculated. The orchestration was part of the thrill, to be sure.

**

On her way to the very same room was Violet. As her car stopped and started through the midtown traffic, she idly browsed her phone. Instagram, tiktok, youtube. Anything to occupy the time. As she did, her driver Henry (who was also her handler) talked at her concerning her appointment.

"So yeah, anyways this guy is a first timer. Obviously, he has passed all of the relevant background checks and whatnot. Comes pre-vouched for by one of our high roller regulars. I don't know much about him, which honestly kinda pisses me off. I'm told he is rich, like really loaded. Someone like that should have more public info to dig up."

Henry spoke matter-of-factly, not letting his concern color his voice. Violet spared a glance now and then from her phone to the rear-view mirror, catching Henry's eyes as he spoke. His calm demeanor informed hers. Henry was smart, tough, and experienced. He wouldn't let anything untoward happen to his charge.

"What's he look like?" Violet asked, somewhat engaged but also in the routine business-like tone.

Henry went on, "He supplied a headshot, and from what I can tell, he doesn't seem remarkable in any way. Normal features, skin isn't messed up or blotchy. Typical for rich guys, they can afford to be pampered. If you saw him in line at the bank, you would forget him in 30 minutes. Nothing special, but not ugly."

**

Allen was in a very typical specimen. 5'8, 155lbs. Well groomed, with an expensive haircut. His clothes were quality, but not showy. He did not like to advertise his wealth.

Ever the bachelor even now into his late 30's, Allen could certainly find a partner willing to settle down and make a life with him. Besides his money, he was also charming and amicable. He would often strike up conversations with people he met throughout the day and was frequently able to have a good time chopping it up with just about anybody. He considered his charisma to be a gift, and he worked to refine the skill. For his own sake, and for fun. Rich people need to find ways to spend the hours, after all.

It was not for the lack of his libido that Allen was single. He was as horny as the next guy and had no issues in that department. His manhood was a respectable size and always rose to the occasion, and he was extremely grateful for that. Some things money can't buy. He never feared shame with his sexual partners, and knew through experience that his average member would not scare off any potential playmates. However, it was what's inside that counts the most, as he often mused to himself. He was single, because he preferred to pay for sex.

**

As they made their approach to the hotel's lobby, Violet examined herself with a small handheld mirror. She always did a final check before going out in the world, or meeting someone. She was proud of her looks, deservedly so, but was more concerned with them for her reputation's sake rather than pure vanity. She was, she thought at least, part of the very upper echelon of female escorts in her company and treated her appearance as a business liability. Her price was exorbitant, and she felt she owed her clientele the very best that she could provide.

Under her long coat she wore a form fitting black dress, and very expensive matching underwear beneath that. It was sexy and stylish, but also somewhat tame. She didn't like to dress in a manner that was too specific when meeting a new client. She looked good, and she knew it. Should she be requested to dress this way or that for a return customer, she would have gladly complied. Within reason. Her roster was very lean, due to her stature. She was after quality, not quantity. Her services didn't come cheap, so she could afford to only carry a handful of regulars at a time. Meeting someone brand new was relatively rare at this point in her career.

Henry parked and got the door for Violet as the valet collected the keys. Henry would accompany Violet to her meeting, and only excuse himself once the two of them were certain of her safety and wellbeing. If she got the 'ick' for any reason, she could signal to Henry and he would quickly and cleanly remove them from the situation. Today's solicitor, however, had no such protection. He was self assured in his safety, perhaps foolishly so.

**

"Come in!" Allen said, as he opened the door for Violet and Henry. "Please, come in and make yourselves comfortable."

"A pleasure to meet you. My name is Violet, as you know. Should I call you Allen, or do you prefer something else?" She asked, while removing her outer layer and placing it on a chair. Allen approached her and extended his hand first to Henry, and then offered a greeting cheek kiss to Violet, making sure not to be to forward.

"Allen is just fine, I don't have an alias or anything like that. Thanks again for working me in to your schedule, I have been really excited to meet you. And may I say, your profile pictures do not do you justice. Violet, you are truly stunning!"

Violet blushed demurely, and smiled knowingly. She didn't need to be told, and her reaction was disingenuous. She knew she was gorgeous, and she didn't much care if Allen or anyone else thought so. But she knew how to play to her audience. And in her experience, men liked to see their words have an effect.

"Thanks Allen. I am lucky to be blessed with good genes, but I also work hard to maintain myself. Can't work out too much though, or I might diminish my feminine wiles."

And feminine they were. Besides her beautiful face, Violet was indeed truly blessed. She was nearly Allen's height at 5'5" and weighed somewhere around 140lbs. She was not rail thin by any means. She had a full, voluptuous figure which she knew to be an asset. She also happened to be natural, but sometimes her clients preferred that she claim to be enhanced. It was all about them; their fantasy was her reality. As long as it was within her comfort zone.

Her brunette hair fell shoulder length and was highlighted with red throughout. It complimented her natural color beautifully. Her arms and legs had muscle and meat, and did not appear frail or gangly. Part of her genetic blessing was her bone structure, and how the fat she did carry appeared on her luscious body. With a plump juicy ass and generous E cup breasts, she roughly struck the same silhouette as Salma Hayek, but with slightly more exaggerated assets. Least of all, and not lost on Allen, were her soft pouty lips, perfectly accentuated and displayed with glossy makeup. She wore some makeup, but not much. She truly did not need it.

"Before we head out, or stay in? For the evening, whatever you want of course, Henry and I will just go over a few ground rules. An abundance of caution if you will, and it is clinical. Unfortunately, until I know you better, it is a necessary step. I hope you forgive me and understand."

"No need to apologize at all" Allen said, gently shaking his head. "I would feel amiss if we didn't go over everything. I want to feel comfortable with you too after all!" he chuckled.

"Ok Allen, you're an intelligent enough person, or at least I assume you are to be in a position to be in business with us" Henry said plainly. His eyes were furrowed in light seriousness, conveying his attitude. He was there to ensure a smooth transaction, not to judge or editorialize. "Like the lady said, we have a few ground rules. First of all, her safety is paramount. If she is safe and happy, I'm safe and happy, and you sir, are safe and happy. We understand each other?"

Allen nodded, holding eye contact. Nothing complicated about that sentiment.

"You mentioned Violet's profile, which I'm sure you've had a chance to go over. Besides her pretty pictures, it also details her hard limits. Have you had a chance to review those?"

Allen nodded, and voiced his agreement to everything so far. Henry continued,

"Good lad. Besides those, and as long as rule 1 is abided, we are all set. Please before we wrap this PSA up, just give a rough idea of your plans from now until tomorrow, as you have already pre paid for Violet's time through noon tomorrow. No need for gritty details, I don't mean to invade your privacy. But if you have a private jet chartered or something like that, we need to know so that we can plan accordingly."

"Oh of course" Allen went on. As he spoke, Violet regarded him and considered his demeanor. She liked to observe men as Henry did his shtick; she felt that was one of the best ways to truly see them for who they were. Defensive speech or posture would quickly dissuade her, but she didn't pick up any red flags from Allen so far.

"I thought we might have a quiet night in. I know this hotel isn't much, for our standards, but it suits my needs. There's a pool, there's room service. I don't expect we will leave the premises. You can get a room yourself and not skip a beat if you prefer, Henry! That way you won't have to go far to pick Violet up tomorrow."

Violet was slightly perturbed by this news, as she typically was involved in more convoluted plans. Her ability to socialize, converse, and be perfect arm candy was highly sought after. She wasn't a common whore, after all. Sure, she expected bedroom activities, but those could come much more cheaply than she offered, if that's all the guy wanted. It was almost enough to give Henry a secret signal, but she held off. She was at least intrigued by this person.

"Tell me, Allen." Violet said, probing gently. "If you simply want a hotel romp, why spend out the nose for someone like me? Did my pictures sing you a siren's song? My company and my services are reserved for the elite of the elite. This seems somewhat pedestrian. Forgive my bluntness, but I need to know you better is all. I'd like to know your thought process."

Allen raised his eyebrows and nodded along with her question, appreciating her concern. She was no pushover, he thought. He liked that. Backbone was sexy.

"Your pictures, as I said, were lovely. It was the rest of your profile which caught my eye though. My interest was piqued by your red light/green light list. I thought our interests aligned well for my taste." Allen went on, as Violet and Henry both seemed content so far. "Honesty is my policy, and my policy is iron clad. Before you turn and leave, please hear me out and make your decision. Firstly, please open the suitcase on the desk over there Henry."

Violet and Henry eyed each other, wordlessly conveying their shared trepidation. They had seen plenty of odd things and dealt with many eccentrics. Few things would shock them.

Henry walked to the desk, inspected the case, and opened it.

"Ballpark, how much cash is in there, would you say, Henry?" Allen asked. Violet craned her neck slightly, trying to see what was inside. She was quickly assuming it was something valuable.

"Oh, give or take 100, maybe 200k?" Henry surmised, after handling a few bands of hundred-dollar bills.

Violet's eyebrows now had a turn to raise. That was a lot, even in her world. Allen had already deposited 20k for the overnight. What did he have in mind, she wondered?

"Good eyes, sir. That is in fact 250 thousand. And it is all yours, the both of you, depending on your reception of my proposal. I wanted you to see I was for real, before I got to the nitty gritty.

"You see, I am richer than rich. I have so much money, it would be a literal chore to spend it all. Think Brewster's millions, but updated for current times. I don't like jewelry or fine art. I don't care about collecting cars. I don't really have expensive taste in anything. I like good food, but 3-star restaurants just seem silly. So much pageantry, and it's not even as good as a juicy burger. Again, sorry for waxing poetic, I just want to be clear. I'm not offering this money for anything crazy or illegal. I am just a simple, fabulously wealthy pervert. I like to spend money on the best escorts, from the best agencies. And I pay well for discretion."

Violet and Henry both were somewhat on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. They assumed Allen was going to ask for some seriously freaky shit. But they had never been confronted with that much money before.

"Your profile, Violet, was what informed my decision to patronize your agency. The money I paid, I assume a good chunk of that goes to your bosses, before you get your cut. What I'm offering is under the table, just between us. In the closet are three more suitcases, just as heavy, just as loaded. Quick math, that's a cool million. This first case is yours, no matter what. You can leave now, no hard feelings. 125k each, just for hearing me blab. Or you can stick around, and I'll explain how you get the whole enchilada. I promise, it's nothing sick or twisted. At least, I don't think so!" Allen chuckled to himself, Violet and Henry nervously laughing along. Not with him, exactly, but sort of in response to this situation.

"Tell me in your own words, Violet, what are your hard limits." Allen requested.

Violet cleared her throat and pondered. Her mind was all over the place, alarm signals being hushed by greed and opportunity.

"umm, uh. My limits. My hard limits. Well, nothing illegal. Thats for sure. Nothing that will permanently injure or alter my body. Hmm. Sorry, Allen I'm typically more composed, but I don't reference myself often. What else, uh, no weird roleplay. Animals, kids, that stuff is vile."

"Agreed!" Allen quickly interjected, wanting to be clear about that. "I don't want anything or anyone who isn't you and me, and no pretending either. Please, go on"

"Right" Violet said, steadying herself. With the worst out of the way, her mind started to feel more at ease, and her words came more easily. "No scat, no watersports. Cum is fine, anywhere but my mouth. I had a few bad experiences in my private life, and I just decided that I would never indulge that particular activity in this job. You provided a clean bill of health, so literally anywhere else is fine. I am on birth control, so no worries there. Besides that, If I haven't explained it, I'll at least entertain it. We can always negotiate. Worst thing I'll say is no. Within reason, I probably won't. You get what you pay for, after all." She finished somewhat seductively, out of habit. She still didn't know exactly where this was going.

"Got it" Allen said. "That's exactly what I remember. I knew our preferences lined up. You see, I want exactly what you won't allow. Thus, the bonus incentive. My kink is getting what I want, with full consent. I want you to bend your rules for me. For money. A lot of it." Allen said, gesturing towards the desk with the case.

"I love sex. I love women. I love sex with women. What I love most, is cumming. I don't much go in for the 'it's the journey not the destination' stuff. For me, it is the destination. And my destination, is having a great orgasm. And my best orgasms are from blowjobs. However, that's just the physical part. Psychologically, I get a huge thrill out of my sexual partner swallowing my cum out of duty, not desire. It really turns me on to see someone struggle and squirm to choke it down. I don't know why I'm wired that way, but there it is. That's my dirty secret. No, I have no desire to harm you or shit on you, or for you to shit on me. I want to cum in your mouth. I want you to swallow my cum. As much as I want, until noon tomorrow. I don't want to force you or be rough with you. I want you to do it of your own accord."

Violet listened, stunned. Her stomach dropped and nerves flooded her system. She hated hearing this. She hated this predicament. And she truly couldn't believe it. She maintained her cool, but Henry knew her well enough to know she was uncomfortable.

"Say the word and were gone with the 250" Henry added. "This is crazy, even for us. I mean, turning down 7 figures for such a simple thing seems crazy too...shit, is that deal on the table for me Allen?" Henry had to joke to break the mood a little, clear the tension. He would understand if Violet 'noped' out and decided to run. But he would surely prefer she bend her iron clad rules...

"Sorry Henry, I don't swing that way! And your easy agreement would spoil it for me anyways, I'm afraid. Call me sick, call me insane, call me twisted. But don't call me frugal. I see you are considering Violet and struggling with this offer. I'm glad you are, that is part of my sick twisted fun! Even though the money is substantial, I know you are already well off for your own part. I know you don't 'need' the money. But you want it. Maybe you want it enough to service me how I want you to. To accept my offering in your forbidden temple, so to speak."

Violet was conflicted, no doubt. Her thoughts drifted back to a time before she was a pro, before she knew herself and her body well. Back when she used her good looks to get men off for fun, not for money.

**

Years prior, when she was in college studying fine art, Violet had no trouble keeping her bed warm. Her good looks served her well, and she had an appetite that demanded regular sex. It wasn't until she had a steady boyfriend that she did anything besides PIV with a condom. She reserved other things for someone special, since she was nervous about them.

Always a picky eater, Violet was more concerned with the texture of things than the flavor. Seafood and meat were so often chewy and warm, which unnerved her. Everyone raved about steak, but she found it grotesque. She was almost entirely a vegan in her 20's, but not due to ethical reasons. She just didn't like things with creamy sauce or too much slimy texture. Veggies and legumes and crispy tofu were simple and delicious, and she could depend on seasoning with dry ingredients. Her pallet was simple.

"Keep going!" her boyfriend urged, lost in the delight of Violet's oral assault. She had become good at sucking his dick, and she truly enjoyed it. Her talent for picking up a man's signals and body language were already good before she trained them professionally. However, she never let him finish inside her mouth. She would wait for the telltale breathing, and the slight lift of his testicles as his climax approached. Then she would aim his cock towards her large tits, which she felt was a decent option. She didn't feel guilty, because she was just so turned off by cum. It was an was an easy choice.

"UGGGHHHNNN!!!!!" her boyfriend bellowed, lifting his hips and clutching the back of Violet's head with both hands, as he began to unload inside her mouth. He had become impatient with her, and decided to take matters into his own hands, literally.

Violet shrieked and wretched but could not free herself from her boyfriend's grasp. She was forced to take his load and furthermore, forced to swallow it for fear of drowning, since her airways were blocked with his cock in her throat. Her agony and humiliation lasted what felt like an eternity, but was in reality about 20 seconds, until her 'lover's' hands went limp and fell at his sides. She immediately dislodged his member from her mouth and proceeded to vomit between his legs and onto his dorm room floor. Her eyes were red and angry, and her nose and mouth were a mess with saliva and cum. It would have been blood as well if she didn't have at least the self-control not to bite his dick off, which she had considered for a moment while he was cumming, but decided it would be even more disgusting than what she was enduring.