Business and Pleasure
Needless to say I expected the call from Carter the next day, and was hardly surprised that I was ‘requested’ to attend an appointment with her at Razer headquarters.
I picked up my Civic first, of course. Leaving it all night hadn’t exactly been the plan, but given the options I was glad I hadn’t tried to drive back to the chalet. I’d never have made it, but it did provide me with an additional annoyance in finding another ticket under the windshield wiper.
Fucking dammit.
Well, my morning hadn’t started out great, and I’d barely managed a few hours of sleep last night before flying back to Metro City. I was not looking forward to this meeting, that was for damn sure.
I was let into Razer’s headquarters almost immediately and reached Carter’s office through the shiny black halls in short order. Julia let me in, the secretary giving me a sly smile that made me uneasy. What fresh hell was Carter cooking up this time?
Apparently, it had something to do with massage.
Carter was stretched out on a table in the middle of her office while a massive Swedish man ground the heels of his palms into her back. She was all but naked save a towel around her waist, her head propped up on her crossed arms, though I couldn’t help but notice she was still wearing those mirrored lenses she liked so much.
“Mmmm. Just like that, Alphonse. Really get it in there,” she groaned, her toes curling as he worked. She finally seemed to notice me and gave a lazy smile. “Ah, Victor! There you are. Come in! Come in. And mnnn! Close the door.”
“Right. Sure,” I said, doing as she asked.
“Wanted to talk about the concert,” Carter purred. “Fantastic work! Went off without a hitch.”
“Aside from Trevor trying to kill me,” I noted.
“Right, right. Very unfortunate that, but you can’t exactly blame Razer, Victor. After all, that wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t made certain… mnnnn! Enemies!”
I watched as her masseuse grabbed one of her legs and slowly bent it, Carter’s ass rising as her toe almost came to touch the back of her head. Just the sight made my own back twinge with sympathetic agony.
“Yeah. Sure. I’m not,” I said. “Things seemed to have gone alright anyway.”
“That they did,” Carter said as her masseuse got to work on the other leg. “Mnnn! Fuck that’s good… But yes. The show did go on! And quite well. Although we are out a mentor for the Songbirds, that’s something we can work around. It was a minor plot point anyway. Some additional sexual tension seems exactly the ticket, in my view.”
“Sexual tension?” I said.
Carter raised her hand and waved the masseuse off. The man took away his hands at once. “Good job, Alphonse. You can go.”
The big man nodded, walking past me without interest. I watched him go, door closing behind him, then heard a creak on the massage table. I looked back around to find Carter sitting up.
And she was still topless.
I couldn’t help but stare, which was surely the whole fucking point of this. Carter’s breasts were impressively firm for a woman entering middle age, but she probably had resources that most women would kill for. Forget a facelift, she probably had access to the fucking fountain of youth, or demons or something. She swung her legs off the table and stood, showing not the least hint of shame or indication she intended to cover up.
“Yes,” Carter said, smirking. “Sexual tension. You see, Victor, your little display has given us a window we’d be insane not to take advantage of.”
“Uh huh,” I said, wary of where this was going, but I also had no intention of leaving before finding out. “What are you thinking?”
“Victor,” she said, her voice a purr that thrummed through me as she approached, hips swinging. “Your exit in the concert has given us a golden opportunity to offer something the market has been lacking for some time. Something that could make us a fortune in advertising dollars alone!”
“And that is?” I said.
She stopped before me, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders, her floral perfume thick in the air. Scented oils that had been worked across her skin until she glistened like a bronze statuette tickled my senses.
“An evil organization,” she said.
“Come again?”
“That’s right,” Carter said, pressing in closer. “Everyone knows about Magneron. But here, we have an opportunity to put into practice what I’ve been talking about. You, heading an organization of villainesses, out to thwart our girls. It would be glorious! A rivalry. Good versus evil. Cross overs. Romance! Gay baiting. Advertisers would flock to it! Every concert the Songbirds gave would run the chance of a villain fight with a stable of familiar foes. Story arcs. Grand displays! You could be bigger than Doctor Dementor!”
“Right, yeah. I suppose. But remember?” I protested. “I didn’t want that!”
“Oh Victor,” Carter purred, her lips rising in a hungry grin. “I think that ship has sailed. You’ve got a mansion in the woods filled with supervillainesses, have made a very public declaration that at least two of them are under your personal protection, and have a death ray on the premises.”
“Hold on, how did you know about my death ray?” I protested.
“I make it a point to keep informed. And Victor? I have to say,” she said, leaning in closer, her leg sliding between mine, rubbing my bulge, “I find a man with a death ray… unbelievably attractive.”
I sucked in a breath at her touch, a thrill racing through me. But there was something else I wanted to know. I touched her chin, tilting back her head, looking into the dark lenses of her glasses.
“Did you set this up?” I asked.
Carter coyly tilted her head. “Set what up?”
“Trevor attacking me backstage. Upsetting the whole scheme. Forcing me to make a decision between fucking up Psyren’s debut or making myself out to be the leader of a villain group. Was that your idea? Did you leak that info?”
Carter chuckled throatily, smirking. “Oh Victor. First you overestimate me, and now you underestimate me. Of course I didn’t.”
“So it was all a coincidence?”
“They are known to happen, Victor. Besides, if I’d wanted to push you out as the leader of a bunch of sexy young villainesses, I wouldn’t have risked what happened at the concert. Mmm. I’m actually a bit broken up about it.”
“That I doubt.”
“No no! Really. I had so many far more interesting ideas about how to show you off as Psyren’s master. So many chances for delicious foreshadowing. Such grand plans! Ah,” she sighed, moving in closer, her plush breasts pressing against my chest, her smirk widening. “It really is a shame. Such a wasted opportunity.”
“And I’m supposed to trust you on this?”
“Oh no, Victor. Never trust me. I’m a very bad girl. But then,” she said, her smirk growing as her leg rubbed against my bulge, her arms looping around my neck and pulling me in closer. “I know how much you like bad girls.”
My pulse was thumping. I wasn’t sure I believed her. It would be just like Carter to have engineered this whole thing. But I had no proof, and she did have a point.
And fucking dammit, she knew exactly how to get me distracted. It was goddam uncanny. “That is true,” I said, my voice rough and thick, my arm wrapping around her and grasping her ass. Carter gasped, then moaned softly, pressing against my chest. “And you think you’re bad enough for me?”
“Mmmmaybe,” she murmured, the towel around her waist slipping as I undid the knot. “You never know…”
“I think I do,” I said. I’d never gone this far with Carter before. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the constant teasing she subjected me to, but fuck it. I was well beyond resisting her blatant advances. I swept aside the towel, revealing her full figure, and it was a thing to behold, that was for damn sure. She’d teased it so often I was pretty sure I knew every inch of it already, but getting my hands on her ass was so very different. Carter groaned as I tugged her closer, leaning down and capturing her lips in a hungry kiss.
I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised when she kissed me back with force equal to my own. Everything about Carter implied she wouldn’t give up the top spot that easy, but no way in hell was I going to let her dominate this one.
My arm looped around the small of her back, sweeping her off her feet as I kissed her harder. She moaned, her tongue sliding out, wrestling my own. Her hands clawed at my back, her leg pressing against my cock. Fuuuuck, she wanted it bad.
Well, so did I.
My pulse thumping, I pushed her back until we hit her desk, knocking over a penholder with a rattle. My hand grasped her ass, giving it a hungry squeeze, feeling its firmness. All that exercising she did clearly paid off.
“Mmm. Like it?” Carter purred.
“You know I do,” I grunted.
“Of course! Hardly subtle, Victor,” she said, again rubbing her thigh against my growing bulge.
I shut her up with another kiss, pushed her ass onto the edge of the desk. Carter moaned, spread her legs so I could press in closer. One of her hands ran through my hair, her other hand sliding down between us and tugging open my pants. I grunted as she fished my cock out and grasped me, stroking me admiringly.
“Mmm. Nice and hard for me,” she purred.
“Is this what it’s all been about?” I asked, tightening my grip on her ass, pushing forward, grinding my cock against her pussy. “Just an elaborate excuse to get some?”
“Oh noooo. Not just that,” Carter said with that infuriating smirk of hers. “But you have to admit it was fun.”
“I’ll show you fun,” I growled, kissed her again, and drove inside her.
Carter cried out, arching in my grasp as I sheathed myself in her. Her hand clutched my back, clawing at my jacket as I began to saw into her, fucking her atop the table with sharp, brutal motions. She gasped in delight, the desk banging under her with my every thrust.
“Yes!” she panted. “Oh fuck yes! Victor! Ah! Like that. Fuck me like that! Fuck me haaaaard! Give it to me you fucking bastard. Give me that cock!”
I bent my head, kissing her neck, free hand grasping her breast and squeezing it as I hammered her atop the desk. Carter keened with pleasure, riding me with growing urgency, her moans growing louder. Hotter.
“Almost there! Victor… Victor I’m… ah… I’m almost th-there. Oh fuck yes. Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhh!”
Her body arched. Her cry of pleasure escaping her in a song of pure delight. I felt her tighten around me with the sudden high of her orgasm as she came. I groaned, unable to hold back. Fucking hell!
“Fuuuuuuck!” I groaned as I pumped into her those final few sweet times, stuffing her with my cock as I came.
“Ohhhhh!” Carter gasped, relishing every hot throb of my cock inside her. She leaned back, panting hot and hard, a smirk finding its way across her face despite everything. “Not… ha… bad,” she breathed.
“Not bad?” I said.
“For a start. And we are just getting started, aren’t we?” Carter panted, curling up against me once more, rubbing her breasts against my chest. “In this and our… business.”
“Still trying to loop me into working for Razer?” I said, even as I reached up and fondled her breast, teasing her nipple between my fingers.
“Mmm. Can you blame me? Oh Victor,” she purred, her hot breath scented of cinnamon as she leaned in even closer. “We could do some much together. You and I…”
“Once again, I’m not joining Razer,” I said forcefully.
Carter chuckled. “Right, right. Forget I asked. But don’t forget this,” she said, leaning up and kissing me again.
As our lips met, I felt another shock of delight and my cock stirred anew. I wondered once again if Carter did have some sort of power? It wouldn’t surprise me, but if I had to get hired by Razer to find out what it was, she could keep the mystery, and I’d keep my freedom.
Just another day’s work as a villain for hire.
End