Violett Beane - Grudgefuck

DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Violett Beane. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it.

This is a collaboration between Noj and myself, our fourth one ever. We hope you will enjoy it!

Now, on with the story!

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With a sigh, Jack dropped onto the couch, drink in hand. Finally, the weekend was here! Eyes closed as he leaned back, he took a sip of Diplomatico on the rocks while his other hand loosened his tie. The week had been a proper shit-show at the office, one crisis after the other and now he just longed for a weekend to forget his stress and even score a casual hook-up with Bianca, the recently divorced MILF from accounting... He had managed to get her to agree to come for casual drinks and he really intended to take full advantage of the sexual frustrations of the blonde bombshell. That was definitely something to look forward to.

Just as the young man thought that he heard the buzz of his phone coming from his blazer, which he had carelessly discarded onto the couch as he had entered the room, bee-lining straight over to the bar. Reaching out, he fished his phone from the pocket and read the message.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself as his hopes for some easy, dirty sex were dashed. Seemed like Bianca's husband had come crawling back and she now had other plans than to indulge in some drunken, casual sex, leaving him utterly disappointed. Annoyed, he tossed his phone aside, thinking about Bianca's full, firm tits and how much he had looked forward to fucking them. A grim expression on his face, he took another sip.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Huh?!" Ripped from his thoughts by the sudden, hard pounding on his flat's door, Jack looked up. He took a moment before he moved, quickly searching his mind to remember whether there were any appointments, any friends coming over, that he had forgotten about.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"Alright! Calm down!" he shouted, annoyed when the unknown visitor banged against the door even harder in an impatient, demanding manner. Putting down his drink, he stood and slowly walked over towards the door, not even making it halfway before the next set of violent knocks.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"Open the fucking door, Jack, you fucking asshole! I know he's here!"

Jack jumped at the angry shouting coming from the other side of the door before he registered who that voice belonged to.

"Violett?!" he questioned, confused why his mate Paul's girlfriend was visiting him at all, not to mention with such passion. The actress was not his biggest fan to say the least and shared evenings often ended in heated discussions as their opinions diverged on all kinds of subjects and it was at the point where they usually endured each others company for the sake of Paul.

"Open the damn door, you cunt!" was the reply, underlined by another bang that made the door shake in its hinges.

"Alright, alright..." Jack turned the handle and opened the door a bit, peering out to the hallway. Violett Beane glared at him as he did, her beautiful eyes brimming with furious tears, lips trembling in anger.

"What?!" he asked, showing little sympathy at the rude intrusion. Immediately, he had mixed feelings, however. He didn't particularly like Violett, to say the least. Leaning very liberal in her opinions, she was very outspoken about them as well and while he himself wouldn't have described himself as conservative he liked a bit of fun and a flippant, quick-witted remark. Violett's tendency to put his every word under a microscope and needle him about it made her a bit of a killjoy in his opinion. Not to say a bitch...

Nonetheless, if she could refrain from spewing her progressive views for a bit, he couldn't deny that she improved every room she was in, being very easy to look at. Gorgeous, grey-green eyes, wavy, luxurious, brunette hair and soft, pink lips made her face one of the prettiest Jack had ever seen and more than once he had fantasized about painting it with a nice thick load.

Despite her convictions, Violett had absolutely no qualms in dressing to impress neither and while keeping his glare directed at her angry face he made a mental note of the figure-hugging, burgundy turtleneck that the actress wore, the prominent twin bumps firmly testifying for a lack of bra. The tight, tan skirt she wore was no less revealing, barely covering a third of Violett's thighs and showcasing her pale smooth legs, which was only accentuated by the black leather boots.

She really looked like a woman after Jack's taste. She just didn't sound like one...

"Where is he?!" the brunette actress shouted, her entire body shaking.

"Who, Paul?" Jack replied before realizing what a redundant question this was, "Calm down, Violett! He's not here!"

Violett snorted. "Yeah, right!" she huffed before stepping forward, pushing against the door with enough force to surprise Jack, forcing herself inside the flat and past him. "Where is that cheating fuck?!"

The comment explained as much as it created new questions. Stunned by the turn his evening had taken within the span of a minute, Jack watched Violett march past him. "He isn't here!" he reiterated.

Predictably, his words showed little effect as she simply ignored him towards the other room, apparently determined to find her boyfriend which she suspected was hiding in Jack's bedroom. Despite his annoyance, Jack couldn't help but check out her firm, round ass, displaying an enticing jiggle as she walked. Despite her attitude, he rarely missed a chance to appreciate his friend's girlfriend's stunning body. The fact that this hadn't always gone unnoticed had not led to her liking him more.

Sighing, he closed the door and made his way back towards the couch. He took a sip of his drink and processed the information he had just learned. Paul was cheating, or at least Violett suspected it. She also assumed Paul was hiding here. It didn't take a master detective to figure out that Paul had told her that he was hanging out at Jack's place, knowing that Violett wouldn't want to tag along, buying himself some alone time from her.

"Looks like you're in trouble, bro..." Jack muttered, before taking another sip. In the other room, he could hear Violett banging the doors of his wardrobe, apparently hoping to find Paul inside. He considered going after her and talking to her, but quickly discarded that plan. He had gathered some experience dealing with girls in this kind of mood and it seemed best to give her some space. Especially Violett was likely to bite his head off instead of engaging in reasonable conversation.

Looking over, Violett appeared in the field of vision that his open bedroom door allowed Jack, her back turned to him. He couldn't help but smirk as the brunette dropped to her knees, then all fours to check underneath his bed, inadvertently putting on a show for him. The tan fabric of her skirt stretched tight around her rear end, making for a very enticing sight. It got even better as she lowered her head essentially to a face-down-ass-up position and the hemline rode up the back of her thighs. Centimeter after centimeter of creamy white skin was revealed as the short garment slid upwards. Jack felt something stir inside his pants, watching mesmerized as he was granted an accidental peek at the sweet bulge of Violett's pussy, enticingly encased by a lacy, dark-green thong.

When she straightened she suddenly peered back over her shoulder, catching him staring at her and she quickly reached back to re-adjust her clothes. However, even her glare didn't make him look away.

"Where the fuck is he, Jack?!" she shouted, frustrated. She seemed like she had been certain to find him here.

"Listen, Violett, I know you don't exactly like me..."

"Cause you are a chauvinistic piece of shit!" she interrupted, standing up.

"... but I honestly have no clue where Paul is." he continued, ignoring the insult, "he certainly isn't here... If you think he's cheating, it ain't with me."

Violett took a second, her lips curling into a pout as she considered his words. "That fucker..." she finally muttered. Leaving the bedroom, she made her way over to Jack's liquor cabinet, grabbing a glass and the vodka bottle to pour herself a healthy drink.

"Yeah, sure, help yourself..." Jack muttered under his breath as his bar was raided.

"What was that?!"

"I said there is orange juice in the fridge if you want to make it a screwdriver..." he replied, amused by her touchiness. It wasn't exactly that he was intimidated, but where she stood there were a few too many glass objects in her reach to provoke her.

"Fuck orange juice!" Violett retorted, downing her drink and pouring another one.

"Alright, fuck orange juice," Jack smiled, "Do you want to sit down and explain the reasoning behind this home invasion a little more?"

The brunette glared at him, but after a second she looked down. Slowly she moved to the armchair opposite to Jack and sat down heavily. "That fucker is cheating on me," she almost pressed out.

I gathered that much, Jack almost said, but prudently refrained. "How do you know?"

"I checked his account history. DON'T give me that look! He's mostly living of my fucking money anyway!" she spat, tears returning to her eyes.

Jack lifted his hands in an appeasing manner. "Whatever you say. So what did Paul buy?"

"Lingerie!"

Jack's attention peaked. "Maybe it's a gift..." he replied, standing up for his friend.

"Do I look like I fucking wear size 34DD?" Violett shouted, gesticulating at her own, modest-sized B-cups.

"Oof!" he shrugged, doing his best to suppress a grin as he understood the situation. Still, he took the opportunity to take Violett's breasts in, albeit for just a moment. "Sorry to hear that, Violett!"

"Fuck your sorry!" came the emotional reply, "It's your fucking fault anyway, you ass!"

"My fault?!" Jack repeated, incredulous, "How is your boyfriend fucking busty chicks my fault?!"

"Cause it's your fucking influence, you jackass! You keep fucking spewing out your dated, chauvinistic views and..."

"Oh, give me a break with that stupid, brainless name-calling!" Jack interrupted, rolling his eyes, "Really? You're going to pin that on me? Take a bit of fucking responsibility for your own actions, you fucking spoiled brat! I mean, come on! How about, Paul is just the same as me, he just pretends that he is different to cozy up with you."

"Paul is not like you!" Violett snapped, almost out of reflex disagreeing with him.

"There's some D-cups out there that beg to differ!" Jack shot back, pissed off by her attitude. That she was trying to paint him as the bad guy while she suspected Paul screwed around...

It sometimes was almost comical how Paul hid behind him from Violett, pretending that Jack was twisting his arm to go out to clubs and bars while being eager to go himself. He had gotten used to being the bad guy, not that he had been given a choice, but the sheer ridiculousness of the accusation pushed him to teach this self-righteous bitch a lesson.

His reply shut her up. For a moment, Violett's lips trembled as if she wanted to spit out a retort, but then she took another big sip of vodka, and looked down. "Fine..." she hissed, "Sorry!"

"Yeah, I'm not too happy here either..."

"I just never expected this! I was just checking my recent spending from our account, didn't even think about catching him with something..." She shook her head, still scarcely able to believe what she had found out. "Fucking prick..."

"There you go, now you are after the right one!" Jack nodded. He himself did not appreciate being pulled into this, but on the other hand it also kind of amused him how "oh so perfect Paul" had proven himself as bad of a dog as he was. Maybe this would knock Violett off her high horse a little. "So what are you going to do about it?"

Violett looked up at him, confused. "Do about it?"

"Well, you just want to let him get away with that?" Jack asked. At this point he just enjoyed throwing gasoline on the fire. "Seems to me like you would need to teach him a lesson..."

She thought for a moment, looking at him before she nodded. "Hmm... yeah, yeah... you are probably right," she finally agreed, "What should I do though?"

"Given he screwed you over by fucking another chick... eye for an eye?" he suggested, leaning back on the couch and watching as his words sunk in.

"You're saying I should fuck someone else?" her eyes widened and her voice almost dropped to a whisper, but he could see from the look of her face that she wasn't put off by the idea.

Jack shrugged. "Seems to me like that would be a good way to show him. Fuck another guy, do the stuff you don't do for him... just healthy to go for a bit of payback!" He could see the wheels in her head turning as she processed his words and decided to cut deeper with another pointed comment. "He made a real fool out of you after all..." It was just a snide remark to edge her on further, intended to seed some more dissent between Paul and Violett.

"That fucking piece of shit!" Violett finally muttered, shaking her head in incredulity at the betrayal, "I'm not going to get him back!" Jack's smile faltered a little. He had really thought he had pushed her hard enough. But he already got over his disappointment when Violett fixated him with blazing, determined eyes. "I am going to one-up that asshole!"

Jack smirked in surprised amusement. Seeing little Miss Perfect in a vengeful mood like this was unexpected... but definitely interesting. "Yeah?" he asked, sipping at his drink, "What are you going to do?"

Violett leaned in, looking him straight in the eyes. "I'm going to fuck his friend!"

There was a moment of silence between them as he realized what she had just said. In fact, her words had caught him very much off guard, but he managed to keep a straight face. "Come again?" he finally requested. He had a suspicion that she just wanted to get a rise out of him, but he could see no indication that she was kidding.

"You heard me!" Violett reiterated, her expression completely serious, "I am going to fuck you, just to piss off Paul!"

"Yeah, right!" Jack chuckled, shaking his head, "And why would I do that? Paul didn't cheat on me so why the fuck would I help you mess with him? I don't even like you, Violett!"

The brunette gave him a look as if he were completely stupid. "Because you are a dick-driven piece of shit and you have always wanted to fuck me!" she said, matter-of-factly.

Just out of force of habit, Jack almost retorted that she was intending to fuck her boyfriend's best friend, so, morally speaking, she shouldn't point her finger at others being pieces-of-shit. However, he only just stopped himself, taking another moment to think. She really was a gorgeous little thing! The thought of pounding this pretentious princess caused his cock to harden slightly inside his boxers.

Nonetheless, he didn't cave. "I mean... you have a nice ass, I'm not fucking blind," he conceded, "But fucking you? Sorry, I just have a hard time thinking of you as the fun type in bed... I'm not going to stab Paul in the back for twenty minutes of missionary!"

Violett gave him an annoyed glare at his estimation of her sexual openness. Still, she registered his last comment. It was a negotiation of the price now. "You want fun, huh?" she hissed, "How about this: You get to do whatever the fuck you want with me! Fuck me however you want! Make me do whatever you want! How is that for fun, Jack?"

"Whatever I want, huh?" he smirked.

"Yes!" She doubled down, "You like to dominate women, don't you? I know that Paul is jealous of you banging your sluts like that. He tried to get me to do that for him too! So guess what: I want to get fucked like that now!" Downing the last of her vodka she slammed the glass down on the couch table.

"You are such a bitch!" Jack chuckled, following her lead by finishing his rum and putting the glass down before he stood. Violett looked up at him, the intense look still on her face, but already he could see doubt in her eyes. He could already see that she wasn't sure what kind of check she had just made out.

"Stand up!" he ordered curtly.

The outspoken woman complied without a word, rising to her feet. She watched silently as he slowly moved around the small couch table, towards her. For the first time since Jack had known her, she seemed insecure, nervous even. Despite that, she stubbornly kept eye contact.

He came to a halt right in front of her. Despite her black boots boosting her by two inches, he nonetheless comfortably towered over her as he smiled down at her. "You really are a hot piece of ass!"

Violett opened her mouth to reply, but before she could get as much as a sound out, Jack jumped her. Quick as a snake, his hand came up to her throat and her eyes widened in surprise when she was grabbed tightly and pushed backwards.

She scrambled, almost stumbling as he forced her several feet back before she clashed against the big, floor-length window behind her that stopped her abruptly and Jack's tall, strong body pushed against her, pinning her in place.

The brunette let out a moan when he suddenly pressed his lips onto hers in a hard, passionate kiss, dominating her. She could feel his body against hers, much taller, much stronger, feeling powerful against her. His tongue came out and before she knew it, her mouth opened to allow him inside and all she could muster was another girly moan as her cheating boyfriend's buddy had his way with her. Eyes closed, she felt his tongue duel hers, chasing it around in her mouth in a spit-fueled kiss, way more intense than anything she had experienced in a long time.

"Fuck!" she gasped when she got a moment's breath, but he quickly silenced her, both hands at her throat now. Inadvertently, her knee came up, her smooth thighs rubbing against each other as she was sensually violated, utterly overwhelmed by the moment. Fucking Jack was kissing her! And not only that, he kissed her so good she could already feel her pussy getting wet! Pressing her body against his, she could already feel that he was similarly excited.

Completely lost in the kiss, she was very suddenly brought back to reality when Jack grabbed the turtleneck of her sweater with both hands and violently ripped. The fine, exquisite material stretched for a moment before the fabric tore, all the way from the neckline down to the hemline.

"What the fuck?!" Violett gasped in shock, breaking the kiss to stare down as her bare tits bounced free, jiggling from the motion. Her small, pink nipples already stood to attention, almost begging to be played with, "How dare y..."

SMACK!

Her scolding was harshly cut short as Jack slapped her across the face, not hard, but enough to make a point. "Shut up!" he hissed, "You made the deal! I get to do what I want!"

Before she could argue, one hand roughly grabbed a handful of brunette hair and she was roughly turned around, gasping as her naked tits were pressed up against the window. Wide-eyed, she looked out. They were high up on the fourth floor and with the angle they were unlikely to be seen from the street, but the house on the opposite side of the street was a different story. Numerous windows gave plenty of vantage points where she could be seen from as she stood exposed like this. Whoever looked over would get a perfect view of her tits!

The realization stunned her for a moment, which Jack took advantage of. Gruffly, he tore the ruined turtleneck off and tossed it away, leaving her completely topless in front of him. "You are going to be my little slut, huh?" he growled.