Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 29

Finishing that, she logged off and closed the Incognito window she'd used to hide her tracks. Then she handed the computer to Brandi.

"You want to do this now, or tonight?"

"Watch them, or edit them and put them on my page? I have no idea how much time that takes. This is all new to me. I've got the fucking down, but not the post-production," she laughed, hoping to keep things light.

"It depends on how long they are and how much we have to cover up."

"That doesn't answer your own question."

"The only way to know is to open one up in the editor program and see what it looks like. We can watch while we edit. We do one, and see if we have time to do another."

"Okay, B. I'm game if you are."

They spent thirty minutes on the first one, stitching together footage from four separate cameras. The hallway outside the room. The small area in front of the elevators on that floor. Inside the elevator itself on the way down to the lobby. And the area in the lobby by the elevator banks.

There wasn't much editing that had to be done on those. The angle and speed he carried her while they fucked kept their faces out of view for the most part. It actually took more time to put the four of them together as one clip than it did to blur their faces.

Christina was a quick study, observing how simple the process was once you knew your way around the editing software. She took mental notes, which she was really great at, focusing on the details more than the action itself. True to her word, she'd lived it. She knew what to expect as far as the images captured. She didn't know what the cameras would catch, but she was pleasantly impressed.

She was just as interested, actually more so, on the inner workings of the website the finished product would be posted to. She was watching intently when Brandi opened up the page and typed in the password. She knew she'd likely only have one, or perhaps two chances to witness her keying it in. Fortunately, the letters popped up for a split second before becoming a dot in the entry field. She smirked when she realized what is was. Alexismycuckold2019!

She almost asked Brandi if there was a space between Alex and is, or was the hidden intent to refer to him as Alexis, like how she called her husband Scarlett as a way to emasculate him. After all, that's what she'd foolishly told Maggie to call him when she pegged him, because that's what Brandi told her she should do.

With that burned into her brain, she watched the steps to upload. That too was a rather easy process. The hardest part was trying to caption the video itself, and tag it with the appropriate categories it touched on to be more easily found amongst the millions of other ones. They went back and forth on what to call him. They shied away from anything too close to the mark, settling on Athlete instead of anything directly football related. They also didn't name the hotel, knowing it would likely be mentioned by one of the commenters that would recognize it.

They did two more videos before they left for the strip club. One was a three parter, of her being carried through the lobby into the casino, combined with the an extended one inside the casino itself in front of the mirror, and then him carrying her back toward the elevators.

The last one was of them waiting for the elevator to open, her getting fucked in it all the way to their floor, and then the game they played with it going back down one floor at a time before slowly making heading back up the same way.

"What the fuck were you doing?" Brandi laughed.

"Anal roulette. He had to say which floor when be at when he came on the way back up. I made him lose the bet."

"What was the bet?"

"Pride, B," she shrugged.

With the three uploaded, it was time for them to get to the club. Brandi logged out of the website and closed the window. Then she closed the video editor before shutting the top. Christina sighed, knowing her opportunity was gone, but also with knowledge in hand. That had her hopeful.

On the cab ride to the strip club, Brandi talked about the videos, fascinated by not only what Christina had done, but the clarity of the images themselves.

"I'm not sure why you're surprised by either of those, to be honest with you. A place like this has to have top of the line equipment from a security level standpoint. How else would the catch people cheating on the casino floor. And I'm not about to fuck up another challenge... that's if I should even be concerned about that anymore. It's pretty obvious that Gerard's not coming to be with us. If he was he would have been here days ago. He's probably got himself another hotwife that's not as demanding as I was with him."

"Is that what you think?"

"What am I supposed to think? He's not here. There's no way that man is going that long without pussy. One can only draw so many conclusions from the facts," she shrugged.

"Well, I'm not sure about that."

"Neither am I. That's why I'm not about to let my guard down. But I'm also not going to wait for him. That's why I'm making plans in my head to live here. There's no sense going back because this is who I want to be. The only question is are you really going to do it with me, or am I going to have to find another roommate or two. And I'd like you to confirm that, because I'm actually thinking of asking Brie and Okoye. They're hot, they're great at sex, and they're pretty good at what we do."

"And just what is that?" she smirked.

"Call it whatever you want, but we're selling our bodies, B. I get off on it. I can't wait to get to the club. I'm already horny and high as fuck!"

"I can't believe you're taking drugs like you are."

"I'm not taking any more than you are. What's your point?"

"I'm not sure I have one. I just wish it hadn't come to this," she said honestly. She was regretting getting the beautiful wife and mother involved to the level she had. Her plan was still sound, and still in play, but she was worried that the sudden love heroin was going to derail everything. It wasn't going to do any good to get her pregnant and use her Catholic background as a way to get her to put the baby up for adoption because she was an addict that didn't believe in abortion if she wasn't going to go back to California. It was the stigma of having a mixed-race baby while being married to a white man that she was counting on to push the balance of the scales in her favor.

"Again, I'm not sure why not. You can't tell me you're not having as much fun as I am. Those guys last night were epic! That whole experience was fucking magical and you know it. So are you really with me or not, because you seem to be hedging. I'm okay if you decide to go back. I get you have your life with him."

"With who?"

"With Gerard. I'm sure as hell not talking about Scarlett. You're with him out of convenience only. You can tell me you love him, and you probably do in some weird way. But face it, he's more of a diversion than he is a husband. You only turn your attentions to him whenever you get bored. I've watched you. As for Gerard? You love that man. He's the soulmate you lie awake at night wishing was yours. And if it wouldn't negatively affect you financially, you'd be digging those claws into him deeper and never letting go."

It was scary how close to the center of the bullseye that comment hit. Brandi actually shook a bit, her temperature spiking from the embarrassment of it being so accurate. Especially since she denied those very feelings constantly. She did everything in her power to convince herself that the love she had for Gerard was different. That it wasn't as real somehow. It hurt too much to admit that while she really did love Scott, she looked at him as more of a security blanket than a life partner.

What unnerved her was how perceptive Christina had become. It was as if the powerful narcotic pulsing through her veins had somehow given her some kind of clairvoyant superpower. She'd read her true feelings. Ones so deeply buried inside her that she was in shock of how quickly they came rising to the surface.

Trying to turn the direction of the current path they seemed to be on, she carefully played the cards that had been dealt in the latest hand of the game she'd initiated.

"Okay. You might be right, although I really don't want to admit that. But does that mean you don't love Alex anymore? Because the reason I've been hedging, as you call it, is because I don't want to make a commitment and have you pull the rug out from under me. I'm not willing to give up my job for this if you're going to change your mind."

"Of course I love Alex. I'll always have a place in my heart for him. But he's the one that fucked up our marriage. He's the one that wanted a wife that fucks around on him. He's the one that drove my desires toward BBC. Need I remind you I went over two months without being fucked at all. He opened Pandora's box, and this is what came out of it. I'm not going back B. This is who I am, because this is who I want to be."

"Okay. I get that. But what about the kids?"

"Are you asking if I love my kids?"

"I'm asking if you're really going to leave your kids."

"Yes." Brandi gasped, her mouth opening from the shock, because she could feel the coldness in that response and it astonished her. "Surprised, I take it."

"Of course I'm surprised! Why would I not be surprised!"

"The truth is I love my kids more than life itself. But I also know I'm not going to be able to stop doing what I'm doing. They're better off away from me."

"Christina... "

"My name is Venus. I'm never going to be her again, B. It's ridiculous to even pretend that's possible. I can't be Venus and be around the kids. I don't want to have to try to hide who I want to be. That's as unfair to them as it would be to me. They need to be with the one that can provide them what they need. I can't do that anymore. I know it's selfish. I get that. But for the first time in my life I feel alive. I'm living for me, and I'm not going to let that go. If I stay here, it'll be easier for me to do that. I'll only have to be responsible for me."

"So what? You get divorced?"

"If that's what my husband wants, I'm not going to fight it. I'm not going to be the one to file for it, because I don't want his money. You were right about me all along. I'm nothing but a rich, spoiled white housewife that's been given everything my entire marriage. For the first time in my adult life, I'm earning my own way in the world. And I have to tell you, it's a liberating experience."

"You're being serious right now?"

"Yes. I'm good at this, and... it's something I love doing. Isn't that the dream? To have a job you can't wait to do every day?"

"Technically, yes. But you have to admit that this is out of character for you."

"For Christina, it is. Not for Venus. Sasha could not have picked a better name for me. I've literally come out of the safety of my cocoon and I'm learning to fly."

"So that's it. We're going to live here."

"I am. You don't have to. But if you're not, I wanna know now. And don't you dare lie to me. I don't want to lose my opportunity with Brie and Okoye."

"I'll do it, as long as you're sure. Like I said, I don't want to quit my job and have you start having second thoughts in two weeks."

"I'm not going to. My mind is made up. I belong in a place like this."

"Okay. Once we get enough saved up we'll start looking for a place," Brandi said, not believing she actually said it. She was still thinking of ways to change Christina's mind. She'd been certain bringing up her children would sway things in her favor. She actually still believed it. But she knew she needed to pacify her in order to keep her plan in place. Any suggestion of looking to others as potential roommates was problematic, and she needed to keep that conversation from happening. Especially since it seemed likely that Brie and Okoye would jump on board. Hell, she had to admit the idea of the four of them pooling their resources and finding a spectacular solution to their living arrangements was exciting. She had to temper that thought, as Christina's enthusiasm over the prospect of what she was suggesting was contagious.

That feeling increased as soon as they the got to the club. They saw the other pair in the dancers dressing room behind the stage and a sexual tension hung over them like a dense fog of eroticism. Brandi couldn't help it. As much as she lived for cock, there was something about the exotic Okoye that made her pussy drip instantly. The physical reaction Christina had when she locked eyes with Brie wasn't much different. In fact, the athletic blonde made her knees weaken.

It went against her nature, but Ashley was playing against type in order to become Brie. She had to be aggressive if she and Kalinda were to gain the confidence of Christina, and to a lesser extent, Brandi. They needed to become fast friends, and since the entire circumstance they were in involved sex at it's very core, that was the method they were choosing to use to get close to them.

The sparkling in Christina's eyes drew her in. She could tell the elegant woman beneath the sexual surface she was projecting was turned on. Her nipples expanded against the tight, thin material of her top. Ashley stepped forward, not waiting to be invited. She took her mouth like a possession, molding their lips together as she consumed her.

Christina's gasping moan fell silent around her, the beating of her heart pounding in her ears. Ashley's hand went to her mound, not just cupping her pussy but fondling it like she was squeezing clay. The wetness flowed over her fingers, the labia parting like petals of a rapidly blooming flower. That became a different invitation altogether, and Ashley giddily accepted it. Three fingers thrust inside, and she manipulated them in a way to massage that magical spot inside her.

Releasing her mouth, she held her in place by her hair, their eyes just a few inches apart as she began fucking her violently with her hand.

"I'm going to fist your pussy on stage sometime today, Venus," she hissed, her hot breath landing on her neck.

"OH GOD YES!" she snapped, cumming instantly from the words, and the imagery in her head of giving herself to her in public in such an extreme way. It scared her and excited her fully at once.

"She's into her," Kalinda whispered to Brandi.

"Wh... what?" she asked, unable to tear her eyes away from what she was watching.

"Brie is into Venus."

"I think the feeling is mutual," she said as Ashley brought her fingers to Christina's mouth and shoved them deep inside, making her gag and gargle around them.

"Mmm... yes. I think you're right. So the question is, are you that into me?"

Brandi tried to play coy, raising an eyebrow. "That would depend on what your intentions are. Thinking about fisting me?"

"No... gotta be original. I was thinking I'd fuck that fine ass of yours with my dildo."

"Hmm. In that case, then yes, I am into you. I hope the feeling is mutual."

"I drew your pussy," she winked.

"What's that mean?"

"We talked to DJ. The four of us are taking the stage together to get the shift started right."

"Oh... so you and I are going to sixty-nine?"

"Nope. We're doing a daisy chain around the pole. I get to eat you. Brie gets Venus... which is what we both wanted."

"So, I'm eating Brie?"

"More like she's going to try and suffocate you with her pussy. I'm going to do the same to Venus. We're on top. You're both on your backs."

"And just how was that decided?" she laughed.

"Our idea, and we got here first. Are you game?"

"Definitely. But what if Venus says she's not?"

"Not a chance now. Brie owns her. You can see it in her eyes. She's going to do whatever she tells her like a good little submissive slut."

"Is that what I am to you?"

"I'm not sure you can be tamed," she grinned.

"Probably not, but I love when people try."

"I'm going to be rough."

"Wouldn't be proper anal if it wasn't."

"Are we still on for Monday after work?"

"I think Venus would kill me at this point if we weren't."

For Christina, the four hours they spent at the strip club after that incredible greeting Brie gave her were epic. It had as much of a psychological impact on her that the night with the football players did. She tried to rationalize that she was feeling that way because of the heroin in her system; she and Brandi shooting up just before they started editing the videos. They were trying to make sure they spaced out the injections while ensuring they were going to feel the full impact when they were getting fucked. They seemed to have finally nailed the timing down pretty well.

The daisy chain that Kalinda had planned was a raucous success. Not only did they all have an amazing experience, the crowd was beyond turned on. Kalinda had confided in Brandi and Christina that they wanted to start off the night with them before they fucked anyone. They didn't mind cleaning up cum out of Christina's usually sloppy pussy, as she was primarily the one that let men do that. There were a few other girls that had allowed it from time to time, including the rest of the three of them in what was becoming a notorious group. But more often than not they'd take a facial or a body shot. Still, the fun of going down on someone that was fresh and horny had it's merits, as they all found out.

Brandi and Kalinda watched the next turn through the dancer rotation as Christina danced sexily with Ashley. Then Ashley fulfilled her promise, taking a bottle of lube she'd brought with her on stage and using it to help with her goal. Christina lay nervously on her back, her knees in the air as she held her stilettos wide apart to give Ashley room. Her heels were lodged on the rail that bordered the edge of the stage about six inches above the floor.

Ashley coated Christina's pussy, and then her own hand. Pinching her fingers and thumb together, she slid her fingertips inside and started stretching her opening. It took a bit of time, and some happy screaming on Christina's part, but eventually her vagina opened up enough to accept her entire hand, her wrist and forearm in view. And that's when the real fun began.

Ashley didn't take it easy on her. She put her left hand on Christina's mound, using her thumb to strum the clit that was vulgarly exposed from being stuffed so full. Then she balled up her fist inside her, like a dog knotting up, and she began to pull out. It made the walls stretch farther, her labia now reddish and angry. That was followed by her twisting her wrist, combining with the thrusting in and out motion becoming too much.

Christina's legs shook violently, and her body unleashed her fury. Jets of clear hot ejaculate rocketed from her loins, her screeching drowning out the music thumping from the dozens of speakers. Several men in the front row were caught in the splash zone, getting sprayed by her cum. The volume was beyond anything imaginable, her legs recoiling as the thunderous climax continued. Until she passed out.

Ashley removed her hand, slapping Christina until she came to. Then she sat on her face for a few seconds in a victorious pose, drinking in the applause.

"I wonder if they'd let us do this at Deja Vu," she asked herself as she stood and helped Christina to her feet, having to hold her until she got her bearings. She knew the answer was no. The liberties they were allowed at a club that encouraged fucking and drug use wouldn't fly where she normally danced. It was a shame in many ways. Then again, it was just as well. She knew she wasn't going to be able to sustain the life she was living at the moment. She could get used to fucking monster cocks on the regular, but the rampant cocaine use was enough of a turn off. She needed to make it through a few more days at most, hopeful that they'd be able to execute their plan C the next night. If that started to look iffy, it was plan A Monday night. Plan B had been scrapped altogether. It was far too risky.