Meeting with S. Kingmen

Kingmen sat behind the desk in his grand leather chair, and grinned as he looked to Tracer. “So, Tracer…”

“Enough games.” Lena snapped, hands on her hips as she stared across at him. “Explain what’s going on here. Who are you? What’s is this place? What do you know about the women who have been vanishing, then reappearing, only to vanish again?”

“Guess a drink is out of the question?” He chuckled, remaining as calm and confident as ever. All too casually leaning back as he looked across at the far from amused Tracer. “The name is Simon Kingmen. I own the establishment downstairs known as ‘Cloud Nine’ that caters to the modern need of…well, strip club patrons.” He let out another cocky short laugh. “Cold beers, the odd snack, decent music…Oh yeah, and hot ladies shaking their thing up on stage. Or working the poles. Or in a private V.I.P room if they have the cash. To get in here? They do have the cash.”

“Simon Kingmen?” Tracer questioned. That matched the ‘S. Kingmen’ name of ownership for the building. “You seem to be living it up pretty bloody well for someone who just owns a strip club. You also only answered one of my questions there, luv…”

“That I did. You never heard about doing a little foreplay before getting to the ‘main event’?” Simon stated with another smirk. Seeing his words didn’t exactly amuse her, he reached across the desk and pressed a button on his computer. “No? Well then, ho about this for an answer?”

Tracer cautiously joined Kingmen on his side of the desk as the screen flickered on. The sight, and accompanying sounds, caused Tracer’s eyes to go wide again at the very unexpected, but perhaps she should have seen it coming, sight she witnessed considering the pieces she’d been placing together so far. Spilt across the screen was what amounting to several live streams of porn going on at once. Beautiful generously figured women engaged in sexual acts with men. Blowjob on one corner, doggy style sex on another. Different positions but loud moans of enjoyment from both parties involved in each session ongoing. And ever woman had a big, shameless smile of enjoyment on her face as she either gave or took a fucking. This was consensual They were willingly shagging, and loving every moment of it.

“Vanishing? Quite the opposite… I call it, recruitment…” Simon explained with a smirk as he moved off the chair. “I got talent scouts you see. Around colleges and universities, around banks and businesses…Every place really…” He moved closer to the Overwatch agent with her gaze still glued to the ongoing sin in front of her. “I send out an invite to them… The kind that looks too good to pass up. They take it up, and then they meet me. Then?” Simon’s voice had Tracer almost in a trance. With widened eyes, she leaned over the desk as he pressed another button. The screen flickered and changed to new scenes of filthy fun ongoing. Brand new women, with new partners all going on at once. This wasn’t just an operation. This was sex being offered, and obviously paid for, on an almost industrial scale! “Then…I fuck them.” He said, leaning in towards her to whisper it in her ear. Tracer just heard it over the moans of the partners she was watching and listening to.

“F-fuck them?” She stuttered. Her face was red, she couldn’t tear her eyes off of the dirty acts being carried out before her. Combined with the moans she was hearing from them all, it was almost hypnotic in away. Wrong in so many ways, yet she couldn’t rip her gaze away from watching it all.

“Damn right I fucked them…” He said, still close to her ear as he spoke. “Each and every one of them. Fucked them the best they’d ever had it before in their lives. Better than any tiny-dicked boyfriend or boring plane-jane girlfriend could. Simon said with a clear tone of pride in his voice. “I made them leave their families, their spouses, their jobs… Hell, couple of them even dumped their kids behind. Now? They work for me. And you can see what kind of employment I have them involved in right there.” As he spoke, his free hand moved downward, slowly unzipping his pants while she was more than distracted by the smut being broadcast. “All I did was give them a simple choice. They could leave and never come back? Or, they could work for me, fucking whoever I tell them to fuck… and in return, they could get a chance at the best fucking dick they’ve ever had in their life!”

With that, he pushed the power button and the screen switched off. That left Tracer to turn around and find her gaze locked onto another sight that made her stare with those wide eyes. Hanging from between his legs and already hardening was massive cock. Causing her to gasp in shock, perhaps even a little awe at what she saw. Her mind was already in a daze from seeing all that sex before, but now seeing the cock that from his words at least had ‘convinced’ seemingly countless women to whore themselves out for him? One clear thought danced through her mind that she could see why they wanted a piece of that… And that thought made her shake her head in conflicted fashion. She was a crime fighter! And a lesbian beside that! She had a girlfriend for god’s sake! She couldn’t think such things… Her reputation! Her standing with Overwatch, with Emily… Everything of truth, decency, and everything she puts her life on the line for!

Still…that was one real huge fucking cock…

Simon simply look at Tracer with a smirk, his smug, hungry eyes gazing over at the woman starting in a trance-like state at his cock, seemingly hearing her every thought. He stood up, reaching for her, leaning into her. “Now, how do you want it?”