DISCLAIMER
I actually was working on this before the neighbor futa one haha. You can see they were bleeding into each other a bit.
Few things here. Heavy on blackmail and noncon in this. Also similar to neighbor futa, in that she's a little heavier but also muscular too. Smell stuff happening in this as well though toned down just a liiiiittle bit.
And again, I do not condone any nonconsensual and coercive acts in this. Nor do I profit off it. This is fantasy smut. Also please don't use this as license to fetishize trans people as well.
With that, please enjoy the story. I'll admit I find it a bit weaker than others, but it's been sitting in drafts a while and I'm desperate to get this out so I can move on to other commissions and work on other personal projects, including the sequel to this one.
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Jace (25) is one of the youngest bankers working corporate at AROFYDE Banking Group.
He is a lean young man, with a lovely flow to his dark hair. Cute and handsome and a real charmer all around. Thanks to nepotism, strings being pulled, and some favors cast, he was quickly far up the wrung of the corporate ladder.
He was usually the go-to guy for quelling client concerns and the like. Most of all though, he was usually the person to send when they wanted to poach clients. He was good at his job, business was indeed good.
Jace was on top of the world, his own apartment, vast wealth, and all at the beginning of his adult life. He was living a wealthy bachelor's life. It all changed one day however, when a fateful meeting would change his trajectory and teach him a lesson he would never, ever, forget.
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Jace opened his eyes, groggy, and looked around to see a petite blonde in bed with him, sound asleep. He was not in his apartment in the city, and was in a more humble setting in a different area. His mild hangover began to pang in his brain as he clicked his dry lips together. His body screamed for water.
He went to the woman's (whose name he couldn't remember) kitchen and helped himself.
He chugged a full glass then went to get his clothes that had been strewn across the floor. As his belt jingled, the blonde woman groaned as she woke up slightly. Jace grimaced having been caught trying to leave without waking her.
"Mmmmh... you're going?"
"Yeahhhh, got work today unfortunately, sorry..."
"...Mh... It's Sunday though..." She groaned.
Jace rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, boss just called me, need to take care of something in the office I guess"
"Okay... You have my number... do you wanna, like, meet up again sometime?"
"Yep. Totally, I'll give you a ring after work and maybe we can hang out again, kay?"
"Mh... Kay..." She yawned and went back to sleep.
His fake smile disappeared as he swept out the door.
He felt mildly bad lying to her, but he wasn't about to just give up his bachelor life at this stage in his career. He wasn't getting hitched until he was at least 30, until then he swore he'd be a free man, and seeing as he wasn't 30 anytime soon, he was gonna enjoy life as much as he could with nothing to tie him down.
He enjoyed his Sunday alone, then the following week killing it at his work. Jace and his boss were good friends, a mentor to him as well. Mark was a slender business-type in his early 50s, he saw a lot of Jace in himself at that age. They would spend most of the day shooting the shit, getting about 30 minutes of work done, meeting clients, and then going home before 2pm.
The next week, Mark called Jace into his office.
"Jace, my boy, how are we today?"
"Good as always sir!"
"Glad to hear it, you feel like traveling?"
"Always boss."
"I'm gonna need you in New York this week to... ascertain... some clients for us. Gilbert Mendelson and his partners have been looking to vent their issues with Lionel and Co. to someone from what I hear. Why don't you go let them know why AROFYDE is in their corner... sound good?"
"Gilbert Mendelson? Really? That's huge boss."
"Huge indeed, and a good person to join the family, don't you think?"
"Y-yes sir, I'll put on my best shirt!"
"This is a big deal Jace, I'm trusting you with this one, I know I can. Don't let me down, alright?"
"Never sir. I'll be dead in the ground before I let this deal go to waste."
"THAT's what I wanna hear!" Mark smacked his table, "Janice will get you sorted out, head home for today if you got those reports done..."
"Of course Boss, thank you!"
Jace walked out of the office calmly before slowly closing the door behind him. His cool demeanor shifting to giddy excitement as he began fist pumping the air.
A receptionist gave him a look. Jace went red-faced then composed himself, making for the elevator immediately.
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When Jace arrived in NYC he was immediately brought to his lovely downtown hotel overlooking Manhattan. He settled in quickly, watched some TV, spent some time on his phone and then went to sleep.
The next day was THE day, he was going to meet Gilbert. Even one as confident as him was getting increasingly anxious. His palms began to sweat and his mouth got dry at that the thought.
'Don't fuck this up. Don't fuck this up. Don't fuck this up...' on repeat in his brain.
He composed himself with breathing exercises, slapped himself in the face, put on his best jacket and cologne and went into the fray.
He hyped himself up on the way, he's done dozens of deals before, gotten almost a hundred clients with the company, this is any other transaction. He just needed to turn on the charm as always.
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He got to the bar early, getting a booth for Gilbert and his partners ready. When they arrived he wiped his hand off before giving Gilbert a firm handshake.
What started as a very uneasy meeting quickly turned into success. He was hitting all the right notes, all the right beats, and easing them into the business organically. Things were going great as they were all on round five of drinks, all of them tipsy at this point, ties loosened, collars popped, and he knew he'd won.
As the night began to come to it's end and he'd fully hooked Gilbert and his partners, he was sure of himself. That confidence was interrupted by a loud voice of a woman at the other end of the bar.
"Gil?! Gil?! Is that you?!"
All of us turned to see a monster of a pale woman. She was 6-foot something, looming over most men. Not ugly certainly, but she would not be labelled conventionally attractive. A slightly longer face, blemishes and marks that would be on a woman her age. Her hair was mousy and a little messy, going a little past her chin, just touching her shoulders. Messy bangs hung on her forehead. Shocks of white gray in her hair, thin and just noticeable. More from stress than age.
Prominent features on her face, lidded brown eyes, a wide smile and firm but thick lips. Nose a little long in good contrast to her face. Her cheekbones were slightly visible. Barely noticeable lines on her face denoting her age which had to be somewhere in her mid to late 30s, possibly early 40s.
She was wearing a grey pantsuit with a leather briefcase. Jace felt weird about her from simply one glance. She was quite heavy looking, not fat, but you could tell her clothes were tightly compressing her curvy frame, a mom body but in the best of ways. The energy she exuded was an odd sense of confidence though. Something was off about her.
She strutted forward her arms out giving a dumbfounded look.
"What the hell are you doing here Gil?! I didn't know you came here?!" She squealed.
Her voice was feminine, but low and husky, a very slight fry or rasp to it.
It was a farce though, Jace knew, it was a way to insert herself, she was trying something he could feel it in his gut.
"Jenny!" Gilbert and his partners all cheered, getting up to hug her and kiss each other politely on the cheeks, all but abandoning Jace in the booth as he sat there awkwardly. It was ruining his flow, someone needed to get her the fuck out of here.
She gave Jace a side eye as she hugged Gilbert.
"Who's this Gil? I didn't know you had friends this young..."
Gil laughed off the obvious dig at him.
"He's a new friend of ours, he and I was just talking to us about... what were we talking about Jace?"
"Ah, we were just talking business is all..."
Jenny stuck a massive hand out, dwarfing his.
"Jenny, nice to meet you sweetie" She smiled, looking down at Jace, a smug grin on her face.
He gave a half smile and a weak handshake back, expressing his annoyance subtly.
Their attention shifted straight to Jenny.
"How've you been Jen, things good?"
"UGH! Things have been so ANNOYING! Hang on a sec let me get a drink I'll tell you all about it, we just had a deal going on with Martins-"
"MARTINS!" Gilbert roared, "JOSH MARTINS?! YOU had to deal with MARTINS?!"
"I KNOW! Come with me to the bar I'll tell you all about it!" She began to lead him away. Jace was fuming.
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He took the opportunity to use the bathroom to calm his nerves before he'd have to come by and grab their attention again.
He sat on the toilet, phone-surfing mainly, for about 5 minutes before getting up and composing himself again.
He opened the door and nearly shot out of his own body. He stood under the amazonian frame of the woman in the doorway.
Jenny was standing in the doorway, typing on her phone with one hand, her other arm pressed against the frame.
Jace stood there for a minute, waiting to see if she would move as she was entranced by her phone, texting and texting with her thumb.
'Ahem' Jace coughed.
She held up a finger. Typed another minute... and then finally put her phone down and made direct eye contact with him.
"Sorry about that... you're Jace Levy, aren't you? AROFYDE?"
"That's me." Jace said, matter-a-factly.
She remained silent, still in his path, her chest heaving.
Jace cleared his throat to possibly ease the weird tension in the air.
She took up the entire door frame. She was just slowly blinking, her same smug smile resting on her face. Something was up.
"Yeah." She sighed, then to business, "Listen Jace I didn't need Gil to tell me who you are, I already know. I keep tabs on our competitors, and you're not one who could pass under my radar."
"Ah... I'm flattered." Jace replied bluntly, "If you'll excuse me."
He bumped into her, attempting to squeeze past. He was shocked to find how actually heavy she was though, she was immovable. A boulder of a woman, and she was still refusing to move.
She calmly put a huge hand on his chest and moved him back into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her and locked it. Her arms crossed, her chest heaved.
"It's not meant to be flattering, at least not to me, if you're on my radar, that means you're competition. Understand? So what's gonna happen tonight is you're gonna head back to your hotel, say bye to Gil, go fly back to your creep of a boss and tell him Gil is staying with Lionel and Co. Get me?"
She was threatening him, but her threat came out as if it were a fact, confidence oozing from each word with a scarily calm demeanor. Like she was conversing with him. Leaving him no room for arguing.
"Uh, heh, sorry I don't understand?" He laughed nervously as this woman loomed over him.
"Sure you do. You came here to poach valued clients from my bosses. I can't have that. WE can't have that. I've seen your record, you're good, but you're not great. Don't swim with the sharks sweetheart, you're in WAYYY over your head. You're cute, so that's why I'm letting you off with a warning. Try and fuck me again though, you'll regret it..."
She leaned down to Jace at eye level, arms still crossed. Her gaze was terrifying. Jace wasn't backing down though. He held his conviction against her.
"I will ruin you honey, I'm serious. This is your only warning."
A scary silence between them as the bathroom fan droned in the background. Jace finally broke the silence. The courage and smarm his mentor taught him whenever he was backed into a corner.
"That works on a lot of people, huh? I can't count how many times I've received this talk from jealous old rivals that need to take their generational hatred on the first kid they see. I don't see this as any different frankly. Big lady-ogre with a scary face, it's a new tactic certainly, and I'm sure it's normally effective, but not on me 'kay?"
She crooked an eyebrow.
Jace was intimidated, but he knew how to keep his cool in situations like these. He cleared his throat again.
"Right. Well. Lionel and Co. are certainly known for their empty threats, so I imagine this situation is no different. Am I right? If AROFYDE happens to be a better solution, who are we stop your valued clients from seeing actual value. I figure since you seem to be such good friends with 'Gil' and all, I'd hope you'd want what's best for him. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my job."
