Sunday,
Carson sat across from Kevin in a cracked vinyl booth at the diner, a greasy spoon joint just around the corner from Home Away From Home. The aroma of burnt coffee and fried onions filled the air. Their plates held half-eaten burgers, fries scattered like casualties. They'd already swapped a few laughs about Megan--her naive charm, her slutty little spiral. Carson wiped his hands on a napkin and leaned forward, elbows on the table.
"It's time I get some pussy from her, she's more than ready," he said. His voice was low, firm, like he was staking a claim. "And by the way, I will be fucking her first, Kevin. I don't want you or some degenerate old fuck breaking her in."
Kevin paused, a fry halfway to his mouth. He smirked, but his eyes flickered with disappointment. "Damn, man. I was planning to take her for a spin Monday. Her next shift."
Carson slid a thin stack of papers across the table, the edges crisp and official. "Here's the updated addendum to her employment contract. Get her to sign it Monday."
Kevin picked it up, squinting at the fine print. Carson watched him scan it, then spoke again, casual but deliberate. "I loved how your uniform idea turned out--slutty nurse getup and no panties. It's a nice touch."
Kevin nodded, flipping a page of the contract. Carson tapped the table, pulling his gaze back up. "This new version takes it further. She's still blowing and jerking off your high-maintenance patients at your direction. But now we're moving to full-on sex--pussy, ass, whatever I want. I'll keep a list of recipients, approved by me alone. I'll update it as I see fit. You'll get your turn soon enough--maybe some patients if I get bored of her. But it's my call, and always will be. This setup's a dream for both of us-- promotions at work, a naive little slut-in-the-making to bend to our will. We'll be best buddies down the road, I'm sure. Just don't you ever forget who's in charge. I'd hate to sour things by reminding you of this too often: I can still yank your get-out-of-jail-free card and fuck you over if you stray from the fine print. Take it to heart, follow the rules, and I won't have to show you how serious I can get."
Kevin lifted his eyes from the page, his face hardening to match Carson's shift in tone. He got it--he's seen full well just how serious this evil bastard can get, why risk this goldmine? He'd be balls-deep in her pussy soon, maybe her ass even quicker. Leaving the reins with Carson was fine by him. He'd spent years taking orders from Dr. Johnson anyway, barred from even coaxing a blowjob out of her. This was a hell of a step up. His stern look cracked into a smirk. "Brother, I'm in heaven. Overstepping won't cross my mind. You say jump, I'll say 'how high.'"
Carson grinned, leaning back, tension easing. "Good. Now let's get back to the contract--it gets better. Added some fun stuff: sex toys--butt plugs during shifts, maybe after hours too. Threw in options like piercings, tattoos, 'beauty treatments'--all at my discretion. Upped the breach penalties too. Heavier fines, and I'm getting her to sign over the deed to her and Ryan's future place as collateral if she screws up. She won't grasp what handing over the deed means--love how clueless she is. If you can't tell, I'm aiming for full legal control of her life, not just her hours at work."
Kevin let out a low whistle, setting the papers down. "Damn, you're sick. We're cut from the same cloth."
Carson's grin sharpened. "One last time. She listens to the contract and me--nobody else. I don't want her passing me an STD."
Kevin shrugged, still smirking. "Fair enough."
They shook hands, firm and quick. Carson tossed a few bills on the table, covering the tab. They slid out of the booth and headed for the door, the bell jingling as they stepped into the crisp Sunday air.
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Back at the apartment, Ryan and Megan sat at the kitchen table, picking at a lunch of sandwiches and chips. The room was quiet, sunlight slanting through the blinds. Megan's phone buzzed on the table. She grabbed it, eyes lighting up as she read the screen.
"Big Jake just texted," she said, beaming at Ryan. "He's dropping off your laptop. Said he'll be up in a second."
Ryan's stomach tightened. He forced a nod, crunching a chip. "Great. Hope he just hands it over and goes. We've got that realtor meeting later."
She smiled, oblivious to his tone. "Oh yeah, I'm so excited! Can't wait to check out those places. A condo of our own--crazy, right?"
A knock rattled the door. Megan sprang up, skipping over with a cheerful bounce. She flung it open, and Big Jake lumbered in, a wall of a man--sweaty, filthy from a day's work, his overalls streaked with grease. His wild gray-black beard swallowed half his face, and Ryan's laptop sat tucked under his beefy arm. Megan threw her arms around him despite his stench, her sundress pressing tight against his grimy bulk.
"Phew, Jake, you're ripe," she said, laughing as she hugged him. Then she tilted her head up, and he leaned down, locking her in a deep, sloppy kiss. Their tongues tangled, loud and wet. Ryan squirmed in his chair, humiliation prickling his skin. His cock twitched, regret surging as Jake's massive hand slid down, gripping her ass hard. The squeeze hiked her skirt, flashing the bottom curve of her bare cheek--no panties, just like always now.
Megan pulled back, giggling. "Whoa, whoa, we can't give Ryan too much of a show out here. Remember, he doesn't get to see what's underneath."
Jake chuckled, a deep rumble, and stepped forward. He handed the laptop to Ryan, who took it with a grimace. Up close, Jake's yellowed teeth gleamed under the beard, his sweat-soaked skin reeking of oil and unwashed days. "Had to replace the keyboard," Jake said, his voice like gravel. "Hard drive's fine, though--all your files are safe."
Ryan's face heated, wondering if Jake had peeked. His fears confirmed when Jake grinned wider. "Those videos of Megan? Top notch, man."
He turned to Megan, scratching his beard. "Any chance you could send me the uncensored ones?"
She tapped her chin playfully, then lit up. "Yes, of course!"
Ryan's gut twisted. He opened his mouth to protest, but the words stuck, his courage faltering. Jake glanced at him, smirking. "Oh, and your porno stash is still intact. The cuck stuff made sense, but I didn't peg you for a Gonzo guy. Although, that Veronica Leal's a dead ringer for Megan. Maybe that's why, huh?"
Megan's eyes widened, delighted. "Gonzo? Hey, I've seen a video from them. You watch that stuff too?"
Ryan flushed, caught off guard. He stammered, "Uh, yeah, sometimes." Then, processing her words, he frowned. "Wait, you've watched it?"
She smiled, bright and easy, thinking of Raj's lesson--guess it really was mainstream. "A friend showed me. I thought it looked interesting."
She glanced down, noticing a smudge of grease on her sundress from Jake's hug. "Aww, damn, Jake, you really need to clean up."
