The Sweetener - Sex Stories

The Sweetener

... Ms Perkins,” he said. “Time to conclude our deal, I think.” He had the air about him of a man who knows he’s on top, possibly fucking her up the arse too. Still, it didn’t pay to be too abrasive. “It will be a pleasure,” she said. “Yes,” Vasily said, drawing the syllable out. “The investors think so too. They’re looking forward to making your acquaintance.” The way he said it left Patricia in no doubt. Her stomach tightened. He couldn’t be serious. Vasily obviously read her face, for he said, “Don’t worry, Ms Perkins. No-one will know who you are. As far as they’re concerned, you’re just some whore I’ve hired for the evening.” You despicable little man, Patricia thought. But she mustn’t say it. “You brought me here under false pretences,” she protested. Vasily gave her his queer little smile. “You thought it was going to be a cosy evening with just the two of us, Ms Perkins? You underestimate me.” Yes, Patricia thought. She had badly underestimated just how far Vasily was prepared to go. Was it too late to back down? She had to play for time. “What if I refuse to go along with this?” Vasily shrugged. “Deal or no deal,” he said. “It’s a simple choice.” Not knowing what to say or do, Patricia’s head was still full of those fateful words. “By any means necessary.” She followed Vasily inside, where a woman dressed all in black was waiting. “I will leave you in Natasha’s capable hands,” Vasily said. “But remember, Ms Perkins, this is not difficult. Behave to the fullest extent of ...

... your capabilities, and we will have a done deal.” “By any means necessary.” Patricia followed in the slipstream of Natasha’s perfume, down a spiral staircase. She was taken to a small room and offered a drink, which she declined, thinking that whatever else, she still needed to have her wits about her. “Don’t worry,” Natasha said. She had a heavy accent which Patricia couldn’t quite place. “It is quite safe. No-one will recognize you.” “Are you sure?” Patricia didn’t know if she could trust Natasha any more than she could trust Vasily, but she had to ask. “Men are simple creatures,” Natasha said. “Once you are naked, you will be no more than piece of fuck meat for them. You will have blindfold, and they will have no interest in you except as as their plaything. Boys and their toys, yes?” Patricia wasn’t sure if the prospect of a blindfold was comforting or terrifying. But, she would have to work that one out for herself. “How can you be sure of that?” Natasha flashed her a winning smile. “Oh, I have been the sweetener in Vasily’s deals many times,” she said. “I have met the men who fucked me both before and after, and they have never given any indication they recognize me. This is the truth.” Was it? Patricia had no way of knowing. The woman smiled at her. “I do research for Vasily,” she said. “Your boss, he was regular visitor at club where you worked as stripper. Has he ever given any indication he recognizes you?” “No.” Was this true? Still Patricia had no way of knowing, ...