Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 01

Getting to her feet, Hannah straightened up her skirt, pulling it back down before walking across the room. Her tits were still hanging out, quaking in the air as she walked. She moved towards her purse and grabbed a small cloth and her make-up kit from it, beginning to clean up, speaking as she did so.

"You were pretty good, Liam," she said. "With some training, you could become very good." She looked back at his dazed, splayed out form and smiled. "But I meant what I said..." she began, looking away from him, glancing down at her purse. "You work for me now. I won't be paying you, obviously, the optics of that would be... poor. But you keep your job, and keep an eye out for anything that might be... bad news... for the company. Anything that might put us in a poor light. And in exchange... me and you can have a private meeting maybe... once a month? How does that sound?" she said, glancing back again. And as she did, she jumped back.

Because standing right there was Liam. Clothes gone, he stood naked, cock still hard as iron, looking at her with an animalistic glint in his eye. Normally in control, Hannah was a bit taken aback by this development.

"Oh! Uh..." she stammered. "Well... I see the dose had its desired effect," she said, glancing at his still throbbing erection with a small smile. "I'm afraid it takes a lot of filth for a beast like that to calm down..." she said with a knowing stare, halting her efforts at cleaning herself up. "You'll pretty much have to fuck your brains out before it settles down. You'll be a whole new man by the time you're done. I hope you're up for it..."

Liam looked beyond words. Beyond thought and reason. Breathing like an animal, his body angry and tensed, Hannah couldn't tell if her words were getting through. She trusted the people who put the candy canes together, but she couldn't help but wonder if the effects of it had passed. If, now that the edge had been taken off, he was left with the feelings of anger and guilt she thought she'd fucked out of him. For a moment, she wondered if he had come up with some sort of plan to turn the tables, and she tried to think if there were any holes in her plot.

Looking at Liam, her questions were soon answered.

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Chelle technically worked for HR, but during the plant's initial phases of opening, she kinda filled in and helped out wherever she could to keep things running smoothly. And a lot of the time, that meant helping out Hannah with whatever she needed. Some days, it was helping put together meetings. Some days, that meant giving tours. Some days, like today, it was both of those things.

Chelle had waited as long as she could, but it reached the point where she had to interrupt Hannah's meeting with that reporter to tell her something. Readying herself she pushed open the door, and what she saw made her eyes widen

Across the table, bent over it, was Hannah, tits hanging out, skirt pulled up over her ass, getting drilled from behind. And the man behind her was Liam, the nice, kind, handsome reporter Chelle had given the tour to earlier. He was fucking her roughly, his front slamming into her bare ass, his hands groping savagely at her huge boobs. The two were facing Chelle, but neither registered her presence, both wrapped up in the action.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Hannah begged.

"Oh God! Fuck, this is good! I love you! I fucking love you!" Liam yelled out, fucking her harder and harder, squeezing her massive tits, gripping them roughly as he banged her.

"Hahaha! I knew it!" Hannah said with a laugh.

"Um... Ms. Steinberg?" Chelle spoke up. Hannah looked up at the woman standing in the doorway.

"Uh... FUCK... yes that's good... YES... what do you need, Chelle?" she said, her head shaking as Liam fucked her hard. To most, this would be a deeply troubling sight, but to Chelle... this was business as usual.

"Um, I just wanted to remind you that you have that call from, uh... up north. You really need to take it," Chelle reminded her gently.

"Just... uh... just... fuck. Yes! Just push it back an hour... can you do that Chelle?" Hannah asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Chelle said with a dutiful nod and smile, about to duck out.

"Oh... Chelle?" Hannah interjected. "Can you... fuck... can you get a gift basket ready for me? One of the premium ones?" she said with a significant nod.

"Understood," Chelle replied, smiling. She then began to step out of the room and close the door as Hannah turned her focus back to Liam.

"Oh God, keep fucking me! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" she moaned.

"I won't," Liam moaned. "I won't."

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(One Hour Later)

"Well, Mr. Morris, I think we've come to an understanding," Hannah said, opening the door of the meeting room, guiding him outward. Redressed and cleaned up, it almost looked like she hadn't spent most of the morning fucking her brains out. But there was the unmistakable glow about her, and her skin did still have a bit of sweat coating it. Other than that, she looked every bit the professional woman she was.

Liam looked a bit more worn, as he wasn't used to taking part in such marathon fucking. Ignoring the sweat from exertion on his skin, he looked relatively normal, but upon further inspection, you could see the signs of what he'd just gone through. His clothes, disheveled and mussed. His skin, slightly red and marked from the rough sex. And he stumbled a bit, almost drunkenly, and his thoughts were still a bit all over the place.

"Uh... yeah," he replied. At first, he had objected to this company, but all his concerns seemed so far from here. He could barely remember what he'd been so mad about. All of that seemed so... unimportant. After what he'd just taken apart of, the incredible depths of filth he'd just sampled, a lot of things seemed less important.

He followed her lead and stepped out of the room, where Chelle was waiting, a gift basket in-hand. In it, he saw a bag of cookies, a little Santa hat, a thing of mistletoe, and a few other small items.

"This is from us, a gift to you," Hannah said, sounding very professional and trained, as if he hadn't listened to her spending the last few hours spewing pure filth. Chelle handed over the basket to him. He scanned its contents, and Hannah spoke up, pointing out some things to him. "That hat is cute. You can give it to your little girlfriend!" she said, her mouth turned up in a poisonous smile. "And that mistletoe... it's technically still in beta testing, but feel free to hang it up back at your folk's place!" she said, an odd warning considering it was a normal looking piece of mistletoe. "Oh... let me add one more thing..."

Hannah stepped back into the room, before returning a few seconds later, candy cane in hand. Meeting his eyes, she slid the cane into the basket. But after what he'd just experienced, he wasn't gonna raise any objections, even though she was practically daring him too.

"I hope your family... enjoys... all these treats," she said, smiling warmly, hiding her dark intentions. Liam asked too many questions earlier, and despite his complete submission to the cause, there had to be some sort of penalty for such behavior. A warning against further indiscretions. Now him... and his family... would feel the power that 'North Pole' truly had, and they would feel it firsthand.

Not that they needed much help.

"We'll be in touch, Liam," Hannah said, holding his gaze for a moment as she shook his hand. Parting ways, she replaced the long-discarded Santa Hat on her head and resumed her work day. Liam was silent as Chelle led him back out, and she didn't say much. She knew the score, and she knew it would be best to leave the awkwardness unsaid.

He wasn't the first to try and make a play against Hannah. And he wasn't the first that Chelle had marched out, defeated. There was a reason Hannah had this job, because she was very, VERY good at it. Chelle had learned so much from her, and despite some initial doubts, she was slowly beginning to idolize the powerful young brunette.

It was a shame about Liam, though. He seemed like a good man. Good, kind-hearted, curious. But good men were falling like flies these days. And good men like him didn't stand a chance against 'North Pole'.

As soon as they reached the front, Chelle gave him a quick, polite goodbye, and suddenly, he was outside, gift-basket in hand, alone with his thoughts. After all the action, it almost felt like he was being disposed of. Defeated, conquered, no longer a threat to them, he was such a non-factor for them now that they could just let him go, even knowing what he did.

And they were right.

But true realization of the bind he was now in would hit him later. He was still processing all that had happened. It was all honestly a blur, and he still didn't understand his true feelings on the matter. But what he did know was that the thought of heading back home to Jess was suddenly not so appealing anymore, and every thought of Hannah sent a dark thrill through him, as all those memories kept surging through him. He wanted to tamp these thoughts down, but he was finding it to be a struggle. Reaching his car and sitting in the driver's seat, alone for the first time since everything had gone down, he couldn't help but wonder...

What the hell just happened to him?

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