Jack's Dedication

Best to just get it over with. You lean forward, the hair on his legs brushes against your arms, the warmth of his cock in your hand. Everything heightened by the ****. He lightly pets the side of your head, his fingers like electricity against your scalp. You look up and see him sipping his whiskey.

He moans as you kiss the head of his cock. The heat of him burns against your lips. The pressure of his dick running against the top of your mouth tingles down your jaw. Your tongue throbs in pleasure as you pull him further into your mouth.

“Mmmm, you trainers are always so good at this,” Lorenzo groans, “It’s got to be all the practice.” He laughs into his whiskey.

An explosion of pleasure approaches as his member plows through your mouth. Your forearms burn with passion as they brush against Lorenzo’s legs, your fingers tickling as you massage his balls.

You moan as your mouth cums, spit drools down his cock. Tendrils of ecstasy threaten your throat. Your scalp tightens where Lorenzo’s hand has lightly been petting you.

He groans, “Wow, that was, wow.” He pushes you back, your mouth throbs in pleasure. “Your mouth is heavenly, but I think we’d best see if your dedication goes all the way.”

You rise to your feet, your jaw still quivering from the oral orgasm. Lorenzo hands you his whiskey glass, “Top me off, doll.” When you turn to refill his glass, he hooks his fingers into the waist band of your sweats. Your legs shiver as they pull down over your thighs. “What a lovely rear, Jacqueline.” His fingers dig into your ass, sending ripples of pleasure across your cheeks as he spreads them.

“It’s Ja-Ja-Jack,” you stutter as Lorenzo’s tongue pushes into your anus.

You gasp as he pulls back, “Of course, doll.” And you moan as he dives between your cheeks once again. Your legs quake as his tongue threatens to push you over another cliff. His stubble scratches against your skin, adding to all your heightened sensations. You double over as your muscles twitch, the whiskey sloshes as you slam the glass on the table. “Mmm, you love getting your ass eaten, doll?” Lorenzo asks when you moan loudly.

You can’t even deny it, before your legs give out as your ass clenches around Lorenzo’s reintroduced tongue. Your thighs twitch from the anilingus orgasm. Lorenzo catches you before you fall forward into the coffee table. He laughs pulling you back into his lap.

His glass is still in your hands, all your quivering and falling has splashed your fingers with whiskey. “Mmm,” he pulls one whiskey slick finger into your mouth, “you’re a sensitive little doll, huh?” He wraps his lips around a second finger.

“Y-y-yea,” you shudder, your fingers flexing under his attention.

His cock throbs against your thigh. “Come here,” he commands, turning you around in his lap until you’re straddling his lap. His cock slides against your labia. A warmth pulsing in your core at the sensation. He sips his whiskey, using his free hand to gently guide you to impaling yourself.

You gasp, your walls clenching around his hard cock. “Aaaah,” you cry out as Lorenzo latches onto one of your nipples. Your hips grinding against him, your whole body reacting to his touch, seeking out more and more pleasure.

It all feels so good, even if it feels all wrong. You hate that you’re doing this, that you feel like you have to. You focus on the future, playing professional Mounted Pokemon League alongside Cindy, maybe even beating Yuruki. You buck as Lorenzo’s teeth scrape against your tit.

Then when you gain some notoriety, you’ll just wait for someone to retire. Or perhaps, when Erika is arrested for her connection to Team Rocket. Then you could set up here in Celadon, “Oh Arceus,” you moan, as an orgasm spasms across your chest.

The twitching tendrils of your climax brush against the building pressure in your core. You double over, falling against Lorenzo, moaning into his shoulder as everything is set off in a cascading full body orgasm. Your mind going blank with images of your ghost themed gym, your bright future ahead of you.

You fall over, your senses on overdrive as you collapse into the couch next to him. You can feel cum leaking from your pussy, you’d missed him cumming in the throes of your own pleasure.

“Cindy was right, you show some real promise,” Lorenzo chuckles, his hand on your quivering thigh. “Keep showing this kind of dedication, and you’ll be playing in no time.”

Your stomach ties itself in knots. You knew this wouldn’t be a one time ordeal. You’d gathered that Cindy still makes visits to Lorenzo, and she’s the captain of the Laurels. But you stay focused on the image of your gym.

“Mmm, before I forget, I just need to get you to sign a couple things.” Lorenzo puts his glass down and pulls a folder from the drawer of the side table. “You just sign this, I’ll go freshen up, and then we can continue demonstrating your dedication.”

“What is this?” you ask, pulling yourself together enough to look at the papers he set out for you.

“It’s a contract, stating your support for the forfeit system and denouncing that uppity radical cunt. It’s all fairly straight forward, just sign where the lawyers put little tabs,” he puts the pen in your hand and sashays off to the bathroom.

You freeze staring at the words on the page. You’re not sure what you thought the Laurels would say in response. Deep down, you knew they wouldn’t let you openly support Amber and her cause. But to denounce her, and to be **** to speak in favor of the forfeit system? The pen shakes in your hand.