Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 16

What he was accurate about was the way she was treated on the dance floor. She quickly gained a reputation of allowing her dance partners to be very hands-on. After all, she was. She would bump and grind her ass against the crotch of some handsome man that she'd made sure to the best of her ability was single. After all, this wasn't just her being flirtatious, she was trying to get them to pay for her mouth. She didn't need a jealous wife or girlfriend on her hands. Alex found that ironic, considering she'd shown a flash of that very trait just outside the bar before they went in.

Not only was she basically twerking against them, she'd taken the hands of the first couple she danced with and put them on her tits, showing them it was okay to feel her up. At some point during the night she began encouraging them to slip a hand through the large gap in the front of the blouse and cup her bare breast. If they were bold enough to tweak a nipple, or toy with one of her rings, she'd turn quickly and fondle their cock with her hand, making eye contact. The first two didn't seem interested in her proposition, maybe thinking it was some kind of trap. The third asked about more than a blowjob, and she flipped up the front of her skirt and told him she was still paying for her bad behavior. She fibbed and told him she wouldn't be allowed to take it off until she made enough money to satisfy to her husband. She pointed at Alex sitting at the bar, watching them. Lifting his glass, he gave the drinking equivalent of a thumbs up.

That was all it took. Christina led her first official catch of the night by his hand, past Leroy and out into the alley. She tucked his bill into the waist of her skirt and opened her top, joking that he'd just paid top dollar so he deserved the VIP treatment. Seconds later she was on her knees again with a hard cock in her mouth.

She'd started to squat, concerned about scraping her expensive shoes, but managed to keep from scarring them. She knew she'd have to make some adjustments going forward to keep that from happening, but as it was, she brought about another quick climax, taking just six minutes or thereabouts for her to get him off.

Buttoning up her blouse, she walked with confidence back inside to look for her next dance partner, leaving her first one there in the alley with his wet, limp dick hanging out of the front of his jeans.

Word spread like a blaze across a parched landscape. Soon, one of the first two she danced with asked for an encore.

"Found out I was serious, did you?" she teased.

"Thought you might be a cop."

"Pretty sure letting you feel me up first would constitute some kind of entrapment," she surmised. "I'm no lawyer, but I am married to one."

"So why are you really doing this?"

"It'll cost you five dollars to find out, but I'll throw in the blowjob. Whaddya say? How about letting me deep throat that big cock of yours and I'll let you cum in my mouth."

She had similar conversations with well over a dozen men over the next three hours. She spent more time dancing than on her knees, which had become blackened from the fresh asphalt. So had the soles of her feet. Concerned about damaging her heels, she started slipping them off and leaving them by Leroy for safekeeping.

The first time she did she said, "Make sure you keep an eye on those, Leroy. I'm not exaggerating... I'd have to give a hundred and seventy blowjobs to replace those."

"You're kidding," he chuckled.

"No. Google the average price of a pair of Louboutins. Those are on the low end."

"Why in the world would you pay that much money just for a pair of shoes?"

"Are you kidding? Didn't you see how they make my legs look? If you didn't, I'll show you when I'm done sucking off this guy."

"Br... Bryant," the young man said hesitantly.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Bryant."

"Aww, sweetie, I don't mean to disappoint you," she said shaking her head, "but I don't give a fuck who you are or what your name is. I'm certainly not going to tell you who I am."

"You know his name."

"Of course I know his name. He's who I'm going to yell for if you get out of line. As in 'Leroy, kick his ass!' That said, I really don't fucking care who you are. I'm just here to suck cock tonight. You happen to have one, along with a fiver you're willing to part with to get me to do it. If you're still interested, let's go out onto my beautiful courtyard and I'll empty those big balls for you. Otherwise, don't waste my time. I'm pretty sure I'll have a full dance card the rest of the night. There are plenty of guys inside that know full well what I'm up to by now. Are we doing this?"

"Yes ma'am," he said reverently.

"Good boy," she said, patting his cock through his jeans. "C'mon. I need to feed my habit."

Christina did, and then some. She and Alex left around one-thirty in the morning, but not before she spent the last half-hour sucking off Kyle with a long, leisurely oral session that had his toes curling in his boots and his fingernails digging into the armrests of his chair. At times he wondered if she was torturing him. The resulting orgasm had her giggling as his ass lifted off the seat like she'd sucked it into the air.

She got up, grabbing the five and her top off his desk, not bothering to put it on.

"You're walking out like that?" he asked.

"Why not? Everybody I've sucked has already seen them. The few I danced with that I didn't suck felt them and more. The rest of the men will see what they missed. Plus, the attached women will all find out why their significant others have been distracted, and the single ones will finally figure out why they've been ignored all night. Leave a lasting impression... that's my motto."

"Fuck, you sure did that, Christina. This night is going to be remembered a long time around here."

Leaning in, she kissed his cheek. "Thanks for making it safe for me Kyle. I wouldn't have been able to do it without Leroy looking out for me."

"You're welcome. Let me know if you're ever in the mood for an encore performance."

"I will. And who knows, next time I might be allowed to fuck," she winked.

Alex grinned when he saw her walking through the bar topless, her nipple rings proudly on display. He didn't say anything other than, "Ready to go, darling?"

She kissed him passionately and replied, "I am." She loved the fact that he was more than willing to kiss her even though her mouth had been very busy.

Once in the car, he pulled out another five. She arched an eyebrow, a sly smirk appearing.

"I've heard it on good authority that you can suck a cock so well, you can make a man cum when you want him to. Is that true?"

"For the most part. I had a couple go off without warning tonight. They were both really young... I'm guessing they're really eighteen or nineteen. I didn't ask, because I assume they got carded to get in, so maybe they're twenty-one."

"Ha! I saw them. They were high-fiving each other after you finished off the second one. They're definitely young."

"Fake IDs, you think?"

"I hope not. I just got Kyle out of one lawsuit. I'd have a hard time defending that."

"Well, they were at least of consenting age for what I did with them, so my conscience is clear. But if they hold their liquor like they hold their cum, they're in trouble tonight. In case you didn't know, premature ejaculation is a real thing. I'm guessing that was a first for both of them."

"You mean you were their first."

"Hmm, yeah. Probably," she sang happily. "God I hope that's true. I'd love to be that memory for them."

"You will be one way or another."

"And I suppose that Abe Lincoln in your hand is for me to create a memory for you?"

"For us, babe. Think of it as your nightcap. This time of night, we've got about a forty minute trip home."

"We're not getting the van?"

"You had too many cocktails to go with those cocks you've swallowed. We'll get the van sometime this weekend. In the meantime, you're going to suck me all the way home. If you're as good as I've heard you are, you won't be making me cum until we pull into the driveway."

She smirked again, taking the bill from him, putting it with the others in the band of her skirt. Reaching for his zipper, she sighed sexily as she extracted his dripping cock. "Just so you know, this is the cock I've been looking forward to sucking the most all night. Don't drive off the road, baby. I want us both to enjoy this."

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Wednesday afternoon, April 3rd

The results of that night, and the rest of the week, were all in that neatly stacked pile of cash on the nightstand of the hotel room. There wasn't enough to purchase another pair of Louboutins. Not that she could. The money belonged to Gerard. But it was still impressive. She'd made $280, and because it was all in fives, it looked even more striking to the eye.

She heard the shower turn off a while before, and that familiar melancholy feeling washed over her again. Her body was still tingling, and aching from the intense fucking Gerard had subjected her to. Her ass burned from the spanking he'd given her before he went into the bathroom. She moaned, thinking back to what seemed like a ridiculous comment that Brandi had made to her immediately after she'd been whipped as part of her penance for inviting Derrick and Michael into her bedroom.

They were in the bathroom of that rundown motel. Brandi had just described the horrors of several of the drugs that she might be subjected to if she didn't cooperate. And then she talked about the virtues, as it were, to smoking dabs of concentrated THC. It was in detailing how the balance of the night would go once she'd made the only logical choice, partaking of the high-octane pot, that her friend informed her of the sexual nirvana that was about to come her way.

Brandi looked deep into Christina's eyes and said of Gerard, "If you get past tonight, he's going to reward you with the kind of fucking the likes of which he hasn't even begun to show you is possible yet. He's holding that back to make sure you're worthy."

She let out another moan as she recalled that statement like it was a prophecy, and softly said, "I'm not sure I'm worthy of that kind of fucking."

"What?" Gerard chuckled lightly as he walked naked into the room, grabbing his pants to put on.

"You've ruined me, lover. I'm never going to be the same after that."

"What are you talking about?"

"Brandi warned me. Said you'd been holding out on me. Said I wouldn't get a real fucking from you until I proved I was worthy. Holy fuck... what if I still haven't proven myself yet. Is there still another level? My ass is worthless now. And I don't even want to think about what my cunt must look like. I'm guessing a federal disaster area. May have to call FEMA in to assess the damage."

"Ha! You are funny, babygirl. But it seems to me Brandi talks a lot around you."

"That's because I don't have a cock."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Did I talk when you got here? I texted you the room number and left the door open. I was naked on the bed waiting for you like you wanted me to be... except for the fucking belt you've been making me wear."

"Don't get sidetracked. What's your point?"

"My point is you walked around the corner with that big black beast already unleashed and it was fucking my throat five seconds after you pounced on me. I never had the chance to talk. Once you finished, I was so incoherent I never said a thing... until now. You literally fucked any rational thought out of my brain."

"Unlikely it was literal," he grinned.

"Yeah, well, you know what I mean. I'm saying that if you fuck B like you just fucked me, she's probably not talking much around you either. I feel like I was fucked by sixteen men again, lover. How can one man make me feel like that? Jesus... what would it be like to have you ravage me like you just did if I was high?"

"You'll have to ask B that. She loves to blaze up when we fuck. She doesn't do it often... I won't let her at the gyms. But she swears by that shit."

"You want me to ask her? You just got done saying she talks to me too much," she giggled.

"I don't mind her talking to you. Just don't believe everything she tells you."

"Well she wasn't wrong about what you just did to me. I'm a wreck."

"Are you complaining?"

"Only about the fact that we're already done and you're getting dressed. Just because you fucked the life out of me doesn't mean I don't want more. I'm a slut. At least when I'm not being your whore. Am I... still going to be your whore?" she asked with trepidation in her voice.

"No, babygirl. I'm taking the collar off you today. You'll take it home and put it in your jewelry box with your other valuables. But... you're still wearing the belt."

She trembled. She'd allowed herself hope when he said the collar was coming off, thinking she wouldn't have to get paid for oral sex any longer. Suddenly she wished she could. It gave her something to focus on since she couldn't have sex. Hell, she couldn't even masturbate. A light whimper escaped as she fought to hold in her emotions. She wasn't about to do or say anything that would have him whipping her ass again. Instead she rolled over, picking up the contraption off the floor where she left it. Opening her purse, she pulled out the next sequential tie and trudged off dejectedly toward the bathroom.

Gerard heard the toilet flush, and she stepped out seconds later with the chastity belt already locked in place, which surprised him.

"You're not going to take a shower?"

"There's no point. I've waited a week to smell like this again. And since my pussy is locked up for the foreseeable future, I don't know when I'll get the next chance."

"You're close, babygirl. Don't let yourself get discouraged."

"Easy for you to say. You're probably fucking a different hotwife every day."

He wasn't about to tell her that he'd changed his habits, and he was only pursuing her. He wanted her to believe she was just one among many. More importantly, Brandi wanted her to believe it, since it was a part of whatever devious master plan she'd come up with. Hell, even he was in the dark about most of it. But he trusted her, so he was playing along. Still, he really didn't want Christina to become discouraged for fear she might get too frustrated and end things on her own. It was a fine line between keeping her on edge and having her psyche start to unravel, and he'd been dancing all over it for weeks, using Brandi's guidance.

There was a reason she'd been talking to Christina so much like she had. She was the one literally running the show, and she needed to have her finger on the pulse of the gorgeous brunette. The key to that was them becoming friends and building up trust.

Gerard decided to dangle a carrot in front of her pretty face, saying, "Trust me, Chrissy, I'm going to reward you when you finish this."

"Reward me. How?"

Going with the safest answer he could, he winked. "How else would a bull reward a slutty hotwife. With orgasms."

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Saturday morning, April 6th

Alex was in the garage, having already removed the third row seats from the van. He was carefully packing the luggage for their nine day trip to Palm Springs for spring break. The kids were running in and out of the house, bringing things either for him to pack in the back, or putting them in the middle row where they'd be sitting for the two-hour trip.

He stared long and hard at his wife's bags and suitcases. Five of them just for her alone. He was seriously contemplating whether or not to just leave them there in the garage. A part of him wanted tell the kids to get in van the next time they came outside, the idea of taking off without her becoming more appealing by the second. It had nothing to do with the amount of crap she felt she needed for the trip. It had everything to do with how she'd been acting.

Christina had been a miserable bitch since she came home from fucking Gerard the Wednesday before. It was worse than the very first time she ever fucked him, only to be cut off minutes after they parted the hotel room because she didn't follow his directions implicitly. She'd wiped his cum off her face. Now she was lashing out because she was doing what he wanted. That was the problem.

Alex knew the main reason for her horrible mood was because Gerard was still making her wear the chastity belt. She'd been convinced he'd let her stop wearing it. After all, they weren't going to be together again until the Wednesday after she returned from vacation, and she felt she'd done everything she could to prove herself with the amount of money she made being his whore, and her willingness to follow his lead to that point. Instead he kept her under his thumb.

It was worse because she wasn't having any kind of sex. The change in her status from working girl to simply his possession altered her perspective. There was no incentive in her eyes to be with others if she couldn't get anything out of it in return. Something as simple as earning a five dollar bill had made a huge difference in her eyes; and in her demeanor.

She'd been snapping at the kids for days. They certainly noticed, but said nothing. Instead they kept a low profile, avoiding being around her. Alex didn't have that luxury. He found himself in her crosshairs several times a day, every day. He bit his tongue for the most part, not willing to make things worse. He didn't even press her for a blowjob, not wanting to risk ridicule or rejection. He'd gotten so many from her the previous two weeks that he'd survive until another opportunity like that presented itself. Besides, getting his cock sucked while she was in bitch mode was anything but an appealing option.

Things boiled over the night before they were to leave. He'd gotten home late, having a lot of things to wrap up before he could go on vacation. The kids were already asleep, their bags packed and waiting in the huge mudroom by the garage. He was pretty much packed as well, just his toiletries to add the next morning once he got showered and dressed. Christina, on the other hand, was a raging maniac as she tried to pare down what she'd be taking.

The master bedroom was a disaster. The huge walk-in closet was worse, if that was even possible. Clothes and shoes were scattered about all over the place, like the Tanzanian Devil was doing the packing. He walked in to say hello, and she bit his head off. He closed the door quickly so she wouldn't disturb the kids, and that set her off more.

"What! You think you're a better parent now because you shut a fucking door!"

"Where did that come from?"

"You're the one dealing with the kids all the time now! Playing nice! Trying to be the good parent all the time!"

"Okay, first, it's not a competition. I'd like to think we're both great parents. It's reflected every day in how they behave and interact with others."

"Stop with your stupid fucking lawyer talk! Always politically correct!"

"Jesus Christ, Christina. What are you babbling about? You're talking nonsense right now."

"You can't tell me the kids aren't -"

"The kids aren't talking to you because they're smart. If I didn't have to, I wouldn't talk to you either right now."

"What the fuck do you mean by that!"

"You're being a fucking cunt again! I know you're pissed because you're not getting laid. You tell me that every time I see you. Guess what!? Neither am I! And before you go there, I'm not even jacking off to porn. I'm just dealing with it like an adult. What I'm not doing is yelling at our children because of it like somehow it's their fault. They don't want to be around you right now because you're acting like an ugly cunt! I bet they're dreading having to be trapped in the van with you tomorrow. I know I am!"