Unpaid Debts Chapter 6

When you trick your boss and steal his keycard, it's almost always the case that you get fired. For me, what instead happened was that I stuffed myself into a police uniform which was about two sizes too small and was used as bait. I can't really describe what happened since it's kinda complicated.

Jack and Clement tried to explain it in terms of financial assets and all that jargon bankers use to steal your money. The gist of it is Bryson had dirt and it sort of became more and more problematic as time went on. This was because Jack sort of staked his whole company on whatever information Bryson had. Whatever it was could lead to the company falling apart.

This was all briefed to me while I sucked Jack's thick cock. I tried to pay attention to all of it, but somewhere along the way I just really got into sucking it. Jack got lost as well and started groaning rather than explaining, with us fully into our activity.

Clement snuck up behind me and started making love to my pussy with his mouth. He'd gotten a liking for my cunt. It was just as good as the week before, having these two men ravish me like the whore I'd become. The next position had me on the table with Clement shoving his cock down my throat and Jack hammering into my cunt.

They didn't even think it necessary to take anything off. They hiked up my skirt and went at it. It was so hot being filled up like this. I was a bit delirious from my head being upside down for so long during that spit roast. Not long after, they turned to a new position, double penetration, with Clement inside my ass whilst I made out with my CEO as he fucked my pussy. I moaned orgasm after orgasm into his mouth and eventually he moaned and came in my tight pussy.

That creampie was followed by another. After Jack got off me, Clement bent me over then got both his feet on the couch where he pounded my ass, just the same as Richard had. That's when I remembered Richard, if only for a brief moment, as Clement fucked my ass. I gasped and was brought back to the reality of the moment. Clement squirted ropes of cum into my gaped asshole and spanked me as I farted it out onto the floor.

"Fucking hell, Helms, you're such a whore...best here. Ryder really can't hold a candle to you."

I took that as a compliment from Clement because it's probably how he intended to sound. I realised as I freshened up in the bathroom minutes later that I'd have to tell Richard what I was doing. I decided to text him the new assignment I'd been given.

"One tick?" I asked myself.

Had Richard died or something? It had been some time since anything had even gone through. I wanted him to fuck me again, just as brutally as he always did, till I passed out. These thoughts made me horny again. I told Kate I wouldn't be in for the day and that she was in charge of my department while I was gone. That's when I went out to buy something sexy. I remembered how Clement and Jack, during our bout of raunchy sex, mentioned something to do with law enforcement.

My excitement at this couldn't be overstated. I liked being alluring. It felt good to be wanted, even then, walking around with Jack's cum dripping out of my pussy felt good. I was the golden girl of this office, of this building, and the two most powerful men who came in wanted to fuck me. Not the new interns or the young sexy recruits from the fancy schools. They wanted me and my thirty-eight-year-old ass.

More to the point, I loved my job, and even though this went against my professional principles (what little was left of them), I had to protect it. Jack and Clement had explained to me that Bryson had decided to host a bachelor party for his friends that night. These were some guys from a startup company that he was a founding member of. Not bad for an ex-convict; however, it seemed the company wasn't doing as well as anticipated. Bryson was now cashing in his chit, extorting Jack and Clement alongside some other executives who were in on it.

The issue was Bryson also wanted to get revenge for what was an unjust sacking and a more than unfair jailing. All of which he suffered at the hands of Jack and Clement, who for their part deserved whatever was coming to them. As such, what he wanted was not just a fat payoff, but one that would leave Jack as half the billionaire he was. There were many things you could say about Jack or Clement, but they were not the types to just lie down without putting up a fight.

It's just I was on their side, and Bryson was on the other side. Perhaps mine was the side of evil and maybe, just maybe, I was just as bad as Clement and Jack for even participating in this. The issue, I suppose, was I needed this job and never wanted to go back to that place again, being a desperate unemployed mother of one. Relying on the goodwill of others or hoping to get lucky in the job market--in that economy? What a joke.

Even if I decided what I was doing was wrong, the alternatives didn't help me either. I could keep my job and seduce Bryson, or I could lose my job and deal with the uncertainty of unemployment. This was the ultimatum that was presented to me by Jack Harrison when he said, "catch a man with his pants down." My spying on Clement was what made getting fired justifiable, hence the ultimatum. With a slight bit of reluctance, I went along with it, though most of that reluctance was broken after the double penetration I received earlier.

There were two steps to my plan. The first and main attraction was me in my tight leather shorts and blue top with a cap in an effort to emulate a standard police uniform. I planned to get the attention of the men at the bachelor party.

The "uniform" came with a few props--some handcuffs, a baton, and a fake hand-gun. From what I understood, Jack had hired some rather talented individuals to break in and they planted some hidden cameras in the house. I'm sure these individuals were not model citizens, but it probably helped Jack to have people like this on the payroll.

The idea was that I walk in there and pretend one of the men ordered a stripper.

The hidden cameras were going to allow these model citizens to monitor me as I distracted the men. Meanwhile, someone on Jack's payroll would enter during the party, access Bryson's phone, and plant a bug so they could get access to all his personal accounts, thus finding the info he had on Jack's team or maybe some other incriminating evidence. Bryson was married. His wife stayed loyal to him during his conviction, even with public evidence of his infidelity. It was clear though, at least to my employers, that her patience was wearing thin since all of this occurred during her pregnancy with their first born.

As I approached the door dressed in my sexy cop uniform complemented by my thick black eyeliner and dark lipstick, I tried to remember what Val taught me. The last few days were a crash course in being a seductress. Val had told me everything I did needed to be done in a sexy way.

She showed me that how I moved, spoke, and postured myself needed to send a pulsating message to the men. Val's past as an exotic dancer, a pole dancer, and a masseuse carried on into her time as a full-blown escort and a brief spell as a dominatrix. Jack took Val's allure from under the bedcovers to front and centre of the hottest magazines.

With her move up to model work, she'd gone from rags to riches, and her unique skills meant she had the know-how to tutor me on how to strip sexy. Just like before I went on many of my dates with my upper executives, I was nervous and would rather do a presentation in front of the entire staff in the office than strip in front of this bachelor party.

Ding dong...

Ding dong...

I rang the doorbell once more and heard footsteps. I did my best to pose in the sexiest way I knew how, putting one hand on my hip then tilting to one side. To my befuddlement, Bryson was not who opened the door. It was an ordinary looking white guy. He had messy short curly hair and a creepy expression. The man was holding a beer and was clearly not in complete control of his faculties. His look creeped me out so I tried to stand properly so he'd stopped ogling me, but then I remembered, that's the point.

"I was told we have some bad boys in here. Did I come to the right place?" It took me hours to work on that opening line.

"Uhh?" the man said, before scratching his head. He turned around before looking back at me. It was clear he was way too drunk to even know where he was. He mumbled something and walked back inside leaving the door open. I followed him in and proceeded to where the loud music was coming from. The creep eventually made it back to the lounge where he slumped and passed out on the couch. To the far side was where I heard loud jeering as the men were counting...

"Thirty-Five!"

"Thirty-Six!"

"Thirty-Seven!"

There were more than I expected, three or four more than the expected number of five. It overwhelmed me a bit to see them, as unlike the first man I saw, they were all rather fit men. Most had taken off their shirts to reveal their abs, which ranged from chiselled to somewhat noticeable. They were counting the number of pushups that their friends who were on the floor had done. I could see this was a competition for them, one where the winner perhaps got a reward or the loser got punishment.

With the loud music and great level of excitement, I knew I was gonna need to make a grand entrance. So I did, strutting past the men and into the middle of two push-up competitors. I decided to set the tone.

"It looks like we have a couple of criminals here, doing some push-ups. Well, I like putting big boys like you in jail, but there can only be one winner. The strongest gets sent to jail by me!"

For a time there was silence before one of them spoke up.

"You heard her, keep fucking going!"

The men jeered once more, with some loud "fuck yeah's"and "lets goo's" ringing from the group. The push-up contest continued. I licked and bit my long fake nails while watching them go at it. I sauntered around the men as they surpassed sixty, then seventy, reaching eighty, and that's where one of them, a fair-skinned man with short black hair, finally gave up.

He fell flat on the floor, and the rest of the group cheered for the lucky winner, a taller light-skinned black man. He stepped up to me expecting a reward. With loud rock music blaring, I used it as a conductor as I rhythmically shook my ass on his crotch. I felt his semi-erect cock through his track-bottoms. I made sure to get lots of contact between him and my ass while eyeing the rest of the men. In my head, I was asking how on earth I was doing this.

Val had put me through the ringer when we practised. Her sadistic side had me getting punished when I failed to sway my ass to the random beats she threw at me. A woman like me, at my age, shouldn't be able to properly twerk my butt, yet here I was, even to a song that wasn't really designed to be danced to in this manner, I'd found a way.

The men couldn't look away. They were hypnotised, but it wasn't enough just to keep their eyes on me. I had to do it whilst Bryson's phone was somewhere else so Jack's bandits could install the bug. Unfortunately, the men had taken to recording the push-up competition and had now started recording me.

"Wait, does anyone know who ordered the stripper?"

The men looked around until one knowingly pointed to the passed out, curly-haired creep who let me in. They must have noted how he was the one who went to answer the door and suddenly I showed up, a lucky break. Weirdly, Bryson wasn't here although his car was. I hadn't seen him, and I turned to face the victor who was now trying to get his hands on my ass. I slapped them away and wiggled my finger.

"Uh, uh, uh, not yet. Firstly, you boys should know that while you are well within your rights to record all police to citizen interactions," I tasted my black baton stick in an attempt to be pleasantly provocative, "I'll need you to put those away so that I can properly teach you the law."

The men soon realised I wasn't just an ordinary stripper. I was going to do more than remove my clothes. It took some time, but one by one they started to put their phones away. I, however, wasn't satisfied, so I took off my police hat and had each of them place their phones in my hat. I still needed to get Bryson's phone, so I inquired.

"There's eight devices in here. I was told there'd be ten of you and so far I know one man is out of action," I said, staring at the passed out creep on the sofa. "One of you hasn't yet complied."

The men pointed to the loser of the push-up competition who was exhausted and had almost knocked himself out. I then realised the fair-skinned man was Bryson. It seemed prison had turned him into a caveman or at least made him stop his standard grooming habits. Still, he got up and reluctantly added his phone to the pile.

He smiled at me, slyly expecting me to drool over his sculpted body. It was slightly impressive and I was a bit attracted to him, though the rough figure he painted made me rather nervous given I came to ruin him. I still played the role and put the devices on the table on the far side of the room then went back to the main lounge area.

"Good work. Now I'm going to need a chair if I'm going to discipline my prisoner," I said out loud. I didn't wait too long as one of them brought one rather quickly. It was a bit intimidating to see these men, most of whom were athletically bodied individuals who could at the very least lift me up.

Probably force me to do what they wanted with their bodies alone. I stared at them, keeping my straight face and not smiling in the slightest. Once the chair came, I gestured for the only black guy at the party to come sit down and began giving him a lapdance.

The man was facing me so he could see my large breasts and the deep cleavage created by the top that was squeezing my chest. The men behind me could see my thick ass as it rubbed against his crotch. They mocked the black man (Terrence). I'd learned his name from them teasing him about how he might blow his load. The bachelor of the party was Kevin.

He had remained rather quiet throughout all this, but he kept his eyes on me. I studied Terrence a bit. He had a lot of tattoos, and many of them were not the kind for someone who just likes tattoos. They had signs, signs that looked a lot like gang signs.

I dismissed it before turning around, now with my soft round ass facing towards Terrence. Finally, I began talking. "So, as you may know, the law is something that needs to be taken seriously. Being caught by the police may result in many years of jail time. For you gentleman, that means a long time of no female contact whatsoever. That's something you cannot risk, am I right?"

The men wholeheartedly agreed, not just physically with nods but with a loud, "Hell yeah" as well. I smirked then leaned back while holding Terrence's head and opened up my legs to reveal the outline of my pussy. The shorts were so tight that the men could see it. My feet remained on either side of Terrence's legs, and I started rubbing myself on his now hard cock.

It was still confined inside his pants, but it definitely had some girth to it. I could tell, and a few of the men chuckled too when they saw he was hard. Terrence had been caressing my back as I did this, taking his time, savouring his reward for being one of the more physically astute men.

"You like that baby, my big ass rubbing on that cock," I whispered. Teasing him, he only groaned back a solitary, "Yes," before reaching around and cupping my breasts pressing against the blue top. I let him have his way with me, groping my body like it was his while telling him that I'm such a naughty girl for letting a thug like him fondle me.

With the lapdance done, I quickly got up and walked up to the crowd of men before putting my fingernails on Kevin's lap. "You sure you're ready to give up on being a bachelor, ready to not ever delve into this!" I said pointing at me. Some of the men played saboteur, even encouraging him to cancel the wedding. I dreaded the idea of ruining his marriage by seducing him out of it. However, this dramatic question had all the men still watching. Kevin smiled at me softly before calmly telling me he was ready.

"We'll see about that," I said, goading him before I pulled him to the chair and moved Terrence away. Within seconds my ass was on his lap, and I had him put his hands on my chest. I'd not given Terrence the same opportunity, so Kevin was lucky. I then gave him the same treatment, but this time I went a step further. With the men in front of me and with my back to Kevin, I unzipped my top. I did it slowly as some of the men nearly spit their drinks out.

My breasts fell out gently from the tight top, which was also a form of relief given how small it was. They jutted out with my ass still rhythmically rubbing against the crotch of the soon-to-be married man. Another thing to note about Kevin was how he had scars on his hands. I'd also noted some when I placed my fingers on his chest. Not many tattoos though, just a few here and there.

"This isn't anything like how we were treated in prison," Kevin said. Then it hit me. I wondered what kind of executives or business types would be this physically attractive. They were all prisoners, every one of them in fact. This made it easy to understand why the push-up challenge, the shirtlessness, and the general attitude as well.

There was a clear banter amongst them, suggesting they've been like this for ages. More surprising is that they didn't immediately attack and rape me, but I could sense this was probably in the cards had I tried to leave here without doing anything of note. The fact I was willing to objectify myself for them is what kept them under control.

I wondered if it would stop at a show with my baton or if they wanted more. I'd have to wait and see since I couldn't just break character and ask them not to force me to do anything. It also made me realise why Jack insisted on this outfit. I was going to be a punching bag for these men's frustrations with the cops. I didn't know how to feel about that, or whether I was disgusted by it.

I did find them sexy, in a weird sort of way. I felt they were somewhat immoral human beings, but they were also dangerous and capable. That air of danger is the same thing that got me pregnant with Maddy. It's my biggest weakness, the allure of trouble and these men were just that.

"Ey, how about you take your shorts off!" yelled one of them.

The men then started a chant, "Shorts! Shorts! Shorts! Shorts! Shorts!" and kept going until I relented. Slowly getting up to my feet, I turned my butt towards them and gave a seductive smile to Kevin who smiled back. Kevin was getting married and in these brief moments, as his friends were about to witness my bare ass, I had a good close-up view of his face, and he was cute. Well-shaven, straight yet well-kept hair, an adorable face making him look just a little bit younger than he actually was. I could only stare at him as I unbuttoned the leather shorts and pulled them down, revealing my thick butt to the men who cheered at its exposure.

With that done, I decided it was time for what I planned to be the main event. I pulled Kevin off the chair and sat on it myself. "See gentleman, so long as you keep to the word of the law, you will be rewarded. I myself love men who know how to be organised and orderly. You all deserve a reward for that, mandated by the government. The person the government mandated is me, and my fat wet pussy," I said boldly.

I then lifted up my leg and gave them a view of it. It was completely shaved and even though it wasn't the beautiful pussy my daughter had, it was still nice, meaty and thick. Enough to be sucked and eaten out by any one of these men. They drooled looking at it, and even more so as I started to play with it.