Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 32

On Tuesday and Thursday when she wasn't teaching a class, she would do financial work for the business. And as her boss, Gerard had the liberty of taking advantage of her sexually in the capacity of the company slut anytime and any way he wanted. Wednesday mornings would also be spent on the money side of things, digging into how to improve things in all of his various entities. However, her Wednesday afternoons would be spent entertaining her boyfriend. He'd take it off, and they'd meet up at a hotel or motel like they used to, sometimes with Alex in attendance to watch his hotwife get used.

That brought them to the Monday and Friday part of her schedule. She said that when Gerard was still on screen, as each man popped up on the conference call, she'd place his name in a bowl she had on by her side. They didn't understand the significance of that as she began the meeting. She told them toward the end that their participation was important, as she needed to gain their trust and support to get their feedback. Her wicked smile throughout was a clue to that extreme. And then she showed them the bowl and what was inside it.

"Every Monday and Friday we do this, and you'll help me decide where I go that day. I want to keep my girls on their toes, so they won't know when I'll be there. It's important that they think it's possible I might pop in. So here's what we're going to do."

She used a remote and panned out on the camera, showing that she'd been naked the entire time. She'd also been on the bed in the room in the gym that was dedicated for her to be used. Each facility had one. She proceeded to masturbate for them, putting on an incredible show. And once she came, violently, she took a moment to catch her breath, staring into the camera.

Taking the bowl, she placed it in front of her dripping pussy.

"Okay, this is how I'm going to do this. No subjectivity. No trying to determine my mood or availability. No concern about desires and such. Part of my job is to fuck. There's no sense pretending that's not in my official job description. I asked that it literally be put it writing in my contract so that there's absolutely no misconceptions. With that said, we'll have a video meeting like this. If you're on my screen, you're name is put in the pool of available cocks for me to select from. If only one of you from your gym logs on, you've cut your odds in half... and if I pull the name of your partner and you weren't on, you're cut off that day. You have to be present to win. I'm going to put on a show like I just did for you, then I'm going to pull a name. Once I do, I'm logging off, getting dressed, and I'll be on my way within a half-hour, and I'm there for at least four hours once I get there. If the location I end up at happens to be where my girl is that day, I'll need to spend two hours with her. The rest of the time I'll be in bed. If my girl is at the other gym she's responsible for that day, well... more time for you. The name I pull gets the first half of the time, their partner gets the second half. Or, the name I pull gets me all to themselves if their partner was crazy enough to miss this meeting. To keep things fair, once you've been pulled, your name comes off the list. But, your partner stays in. When I cycle through all twenty of you, we'll start again. But don't think you can start skipping these meetings once you're out of the pool. If I pull the name of your partner and you were on screen, you still get to fuck me. Plus, every once in a while I'll have a bonus day where I pull a name from those eliminated. When that happens, you get to spend the night with me and a female friend of my choosing. I'm still working out the details on that, but it'll be at least once a month. If you have any questions you can email me. Okay. Let's get started. The first winner of the pussy pool is... Isiah! Looks like I'll be on my way to Yorba Linda in a little bit. That also means Duncan gets to play with me today too. I'll see you both in a little while."

The good news for both Isiah and Duncan was that Jennifer, the girl hired for that location, was at the other facility she worked at in Riverside. Before Christina had finished her second two hours with Duncan, Isiah had contacted each of the other eighteen members of the management staff and let them know that they were not only in very capable hands going forward, she was a bit of freakish nymphomaniac with a fun, adventurous side to her. That favorable endorsement set the stage for a rather smooth transition into the role of the company slut.

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With the door of the garage going up, that Mini Cooper came into Christina's view. Maggie didn't want to give up her independence. The Mini was a perfect microcosm of her personality. Fast, fun, sporty and sexy. Yet it wasn't always practical with the kids. Alex finding a way to park all the vehicles inside was important, as he didn't want to take away Maggie's spot he'd given her. And she'd become particularly proficient at whipping the sporty coupe in and out. On days she didn't want to use the Navigator, she'd pull it out of the garage and park in elsewhere in the long driveway. Then she'd just drive her car out, navigating the tight turn, and be on her way. The trick was backing in when she came home, but it was like the car was like an extension of her, and she could practically do it with her eyes closed.

Pulling the BMW into that last stall next to Alex's Mercedes, she put the top up, looking in the rearview mirror to see what her hair looked like. She'd taken a shower after she'd had sex that afternoon, and she dampened it with a towel and let it dry the rest of the way by the breeze created by driving with the top down.

Her hair was back to its natural color, brunette. Gone was the distinctive butterfly shaved into the buzz cut on the right side of her head. Yet she'd loved the style it was cut in, so she kept that the same. The change in color and the elimination of that special design element made her look like a different woman. A hybrid between Christina and Venus. She'd also grown out her pubic hair, which now fully covered her mound tattoo. It was thick, brunette, and shaped like a perfect triangle.

Sasha waxed her pussy and asshole, much like she'd been doing to Alex's lower body. It made her feel connected to him. And the gorgeous hair stylist also styled Sarah and Tommy's hair, as it became a favorite family destination on occasion. Sasha was fun, sexy, and full of love.

She also was a damn good time.

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Christina had not only had sex with her again the time she went there for the restyle, coloring and waxing, the two of them had been the guests of honor for the gangbang that Gerard held at the end of her first month working for him. In many ways it was the gangbang she'd missed out on, and Sasha was a perfect partner. The ten men that got selected for it were ecstatic, as it was the first one since that last had been hijacked by Brandi's evil scheme. It was such an incredible night that Gerard had to admit he had overreacted at the very beginning when Christina insisted she and Sasha be allowed to smoke a generous amount of wax prior to the start. She wanted to feel that buzz while being fucked senseless by so many beautiful, well-hung men.

Between that party and the seemingly daily pounding she was getting on the job, Christina was in heaven. It was indeed rare to go a day without getting fucked. She didn't have to worry about pregnancy, the Paraguard IUD that had been inserted being 99.5 percent effective for anywhere from seven to twelve years. She knew she'd get hers changed out on the early side of that spectrum to be safe. And with them all being tested for STD's each month, the stable of studs she was playing with was safe. And she loved playing with them.

It was poetic then to have finally pulled Michael's name that very morning. It had taken eight weeks, and sixteen tries to pull either him or his partner Derrick, who were the two that had volunteered to be a part of the devious plan that drew her closer to Brandi.

Her former friend had been planting seeds about being double penetrated, in preparation for the inevitable gangbang she would be invited to. She had those two men waiting on standby for when Christina caved and admitted she wanted to try it. It happened way sooner than she expected, and it turned into more than that because Billy was invited by Christina and Miguel was sent to join them by Alex. But Brandi had manipulated Christina perfectly.

Michael was operating under a weird conspiracy theory that he and Derrick were being punished for their willing involvement. Derrick told him he was crazy, and reminded him that with only four names left before the pool started over, and his being one of them, that they were going to get to fuck her twice within a couple of weeks, and possibly as soon again as Monday, bracketing the weekend.

She was thrilled that she got extended time with each of them. She never got upset when that didn't happen, knowing it was important to meet up with her own staff of giris. Especially since one of the first things she'd done was add to the classes they were going to teach. In addition to yoga, zumba and aerobics, she'd convinced Gerard to put in three stripper poles at each facility so they could teach pole dancing classes. It actually became their most popular choice of offerings for female clientele within a month after they were installed.

That played into her desire to keep practicing that art herself. She'd become very proficient at it, and was intent at keeping things that way. She'd even hit the stage once again. Her friendship with Ashley had blossomed as she'd hoped. They talked on the phone every day, sharing what was going on with each other. Their home life was drastically different, but that played into why they got along so well. They didn't have the same stories, and that created ideas for both of them.

They got together at least once a week for drinks, and to occasionally smoke pot. And they fed off each other. The kids loved her, like most of the people she'd invited over that they met. That had her wondering if she would have ever introduced them to Brandi, would they have seen her for the evil bitch she was and warned her. Somehow she had a feeling they would have. She never gave them or Alex that chance.

Ashley set up the playdate they'd both been looking forward to during the week of the fourth of July, inviting Christina to Jack's home, where she was living most of the time. Jack tied up Ashley in a particularly wicked rigging of rope that was intense. It was predicament bondage, where if she moved one part of her body to relieve discomfort or pain, it would immediately put stress on another part. It was as devilish as it was ingenious, and she had to endure it for over two hours while watching Jack have his way with Christina on the bed they shared. Christina made sure all of the sex took place on Ashley's side of the mattress deliberately. The young submissive was only allowed to cum when they were finished, and that too was fraught with pain she was forced to overcome. Ashley told her the next day it was the best BDSM scene Jack had come up with to date, and she couldn't have been more thrilled with how the night went. She made Christina promise they could do it again, and was hoping she might let Alex one day be the protagonist in her special world. Christina said she would consider it, but regardless, she was definitely going to let her fuck him again because she intended to do the same with Jack.

Ashley was on the fence about escorting with her in Vegas sometime the next year. She tabled it because it was a long way off, and she seldom planned things that far ahead. She admitted the idea of doing it with her would likely be fun, but she also felt it was way too soon after just being rescued from that scenario to consider any kind of repeat. Christina thought for a moment and agreed. She wasn't going to think about it until sometime after the kids spring break the next school year.

Ashley did convince her to take the dancing skills she'd honed and actually use them. So, she accompanied her to the strip club she and Sabrina worked at part-time on a Wednesday, and Christina participated in their monthly amateur night. Jack, Miguel and Alex went to Deja Vu and got stage side seats, cheering her on. Christina took home the thousand dollar first prize, and an application the manager had given her, trying to convince her how much money she could make working there. Christina countered that she couldn't, because she wouldn't be able to keep from trying to fuck the customers. He thought she was joking.

While she was on stage, the lighting made the special inks in her tattoo fire up again. With the one over her pussy well hidden, the focus was on her back. She'd gone to see Spike that first Saturday after she was out of the clinic, asking him to help her modify it. He was able to highlight the eyes he'd designed in the lower wings; the ones that looked like her real ones. He was also able to camouflage the Queen of spades emblems in the upper wings. He didn't do anything to them themselves because it would have too greatly altered the image, in effect ruining it. Instead, he added outlines to the entire image, as well as some of the veins in the wings. When under a black light, the focus became the vibrant eyes within a distinct outline of a butterfly, with the Queen of spades symbols being much more subtle. When he was done, she was thrilled, and she paid him as she promised; with a long, lively fuck that was so much better than when he'd done the same to her while she was drugged unconscious by the bitch.

She returned to see him a week later, deciding to sacrifice some vaginal coital activity for a short period of time in order to get the hood of her clit pierced. That cost her an ass fucking, which she didn't mind because that's what she was going to be doing for anyone else for a period of time. She loved the piercing, especially when she put bars in her nipples to match it. She'd also been contemplating getting another tattoo of her own choosing, and settled on one on the back of her neck that simply said Baby Girl in small, distinctive print. She loved having that affectionate nickname Gerard called her as a permanent reminder that she belonged to him.

It was that kind of sentiment that led to the other jewelry she began wearing; a couple of silicone rings. First, she made the commitment to her unique polyamorous marriage between herself, her husband, and their girlfriend. And it was indeed a special occasion.

Sandra and Mandy had gotten married the weekend after the fourth of July, on a picture perfect Saturday. They decided on that picturesque setting among the dunes by the beach. Alex had created a natural arch made of vegetation from nearby. They'd placed white sheets on the dunes themselves, which created a natural amphitheater. Some fifty guests sat on the dunes as Mandy waited with the minister with her father as her best man. Sarah served as the flower girl, dropping rainbow colored petals onto the sand on the way to stand by Mandy's side. Sandra's father had passed away, so it was Tommy's honor to walk her down the makeshift aisle. He stood by her side with Sandra's mother, who was her matron of honor.

Christina, Maggie and Alex stood at the entrance of the area they were using as a chapel. They'd been escorted people down the path to the wedding sight, and were waiting for the ceremony once everyone was in place. When the service got to the part of exchanging rings, they took it upon themselves to make the same commitment. They had three orange bands, and they put them on their ring fingers of their right hand. Christina and Alex put one on Maggie. Maggie and Alex did it to her. And then they committed themselves to him. Christina commented on how the threesome they were going to have later that night was going to be epic. And it was.

So was the wedding, and the reception. It had turned out better than anyone could have imagined. Mandy also compromised with Sandra. They didn't get married naked, but Sandra was topless, wearing a veil and a white chiffon skirt that was see-through and showed off her thong. Mandy might as well have been. She only wore a white tophat and white tie that hung between her breasts, and a white pair of snug white boy shorts. It was perfect as far as the relaxed atmosphere was concerned. Most of the people on the dunes were nursing wine or wine coolers, and the reception became clothing optional as soon as everyone got back to the Edwards property.

Christina also made a commitment to Gerard. She wanted to show him that she was different. That she was willing to show him love, without conditions. That she trusted him, despite the way things had turned out to start. They'd both been played, and yet they came out the other side being there for each other. She chose an emerald green silicone ring, because it represented envy. It was a reminder of what they had to overcome just to be together; the envious desires of a narcissistic demon. They wore those rings on the index finger of their dominant hand.

Her commitment to him extended beyond himself or his work. She made sure it included his family. She couldn't get out of her head his comment about how the man that had taken him in when he was a lost teenager would be disappointed about losing his promised monthly liaison with Brandi. Indeed, Uncle Felix was a horny old fart, with a long, thin cock and the stamina of a teenager himself, even in his early seventies. Christina took up that dropped baton. Her first visit to be with him at his motel had been a riot. It was so much fun she couldn't wait to sign up for encores twice a month. She even commented to Gerard that it was no wonder he had eleven kids with his beloved Selma. She would have wanted to be fucked by him all the time herself. The man was not only personable, he was damn gifted with that long cock of his.

The other rather unexpected sexual opportunity came by way of an email she'd sent. She felt compelled to have a confession of sorts with her favorite Raider. He'd been kind enough to share the videos of them, which she'd edited and uploaded to her porn page. But she felt he had a right to know how things came to be, and wanted him to know she'd been tested, and therefore he and his friends had nothing to worry about from her. But she couldn't and wouldn't guarantee that of her former friend.

That began a flurry of email exchanges over the following few days, which led to her sending him her cell number on a whim, and they actually started texting. She told him of her new job, and what she was doing to promote better health for women. In addition to volunteering at The Marjorie Project, which she was already doing, she talked about an outreach of some type she was hoping to start for recovering female addicts. He was so intrigued by her turning positives out of the negative experience she'd lived through that he actually called and asked how he could help. She knew he was originally from the LA area, and had gone to college at USC. but didn't realize he still lived there in the off season. He played in Oakland for the time being, and was going to be in Las Vegas. She wasn't sure why it wouldn't have occurred to her that a man originally from the Southern California area would still live there when he wasn't playing.

They ended up meeting on a Saturday afternoon to talk about some kind of collaboration. She was nervous because of her lifestyle. She wasn't going to stop doing what she loved, and she wasn't going to remove her Pornhub page. She was concerned that his name attached to a project she was spearheading would bring eyes to her that she didn't want or need. And it might make would be participants shy away, as the NFL didn't have a stellar track record when it came to women. She listed off several examples of notable players involved in domestic violence and murder, which he agreed where not only wrong, but horrifying. He even said that's why he and his teammates had paid for a professional escort. It was safe and discrete, and the women involved were aware of the pratfalls. He said that he wasn't interested in taking any credit for helping her with backing for her idea. There was a need, and he felt strongly that she could be the catalyst to help.