Part Eight - The Secret

Part Eight
The Secret

Jo stepped delicately around the rack of servers, trying to be quick yet quiet. She was creeping through the server room of The Pearl. Although, it was less a room and more a large closet. Jo knew that Lenny had set it up and was the only one who frequented the room. Still, she had to be fast. She had no reason to be in here and wouldn’t be able to explain her presence if she was caught.

She needed to find a USB port, but the right USB port. Jo was not technically inclined, but the friend who had given her the tiny device certainly was. He had simply told her where to put it and that he would do the rest remotely.

Yes, she was taking a risk. She could be caught right now installing the USB stick. Or Lenny could notice it. There were risks. But the potential upside was obvious. Information on Dave’s accounts, both on the books and the hidden ones off the books. Incomings and outgoings. But more importantly, perhaps the identity of the mystery hacker who had been stealing from Dave. Jo was determined to reveal the identity of this hacker and Lenny was moving too slowly. If she could get to him or her first, who knew what sort of information they would know about Dave’s dealings with Captain Price?

None of this was legal. They had no warrant yet and any evidence collected could never be used. Officially. Unofficially, Jo knew the information could be invaluable. She just knew she couldn’t tell Mike where she was getting any of this. Her partner was by the book. If he knew she was doing this, he would go ballistic. But Jo didn’t care. She had told Mike before that she would do whatever it took to get Price. She had meant it. Working in a strip club for months wasn’t exactly standard undercover work. Jo was willing to do it. Installing this device was also jeopardizing her career. If that was the price, she would pay it gladly.

Mike wanted Price behind bars for moral reasons. He had a thing for corrupt cops. For Jo, it was personal. Her father had been on the **** for 26 years when he had accused Price of taking backhanders to look the other way to potential crimes. Bribery, basically.

Her old man was an honest cop and had reported Price to internal affairs. Price didn’t take kindly to that and had dedicated himself to destroying her fathers career. Price planted contraband from the evidence locker in her fathers car which had subsequently been uncovered during a “random” check. Her Dad had been suspended, investigated and ultimately released from the **** under a cloud of suspicion.

To say he hadn’t taken it well would be an understatement. The collapse of his moral world view destroyed him. He had become committed to drinking himself into an early grave. Years of heavy drinking led to the obvious outcome. Cirrhosis of the liver followed by complete liver failure. Jo had gotten tested but wasn’t a match to donate. There had been nobody else and an alcoholic wasn’t exactly near the top of the transplant list. With no options, his last days were spent in a hospital bed looking gaunt and jaundiced as the inevitable happened. She had held his hand as he died.

Jo refused to remember him like that. She remembered the good man who had raised her on his own after her mother had run off. She remembered the man who learned to braid her hair. Who had taken her to her first dance. The man who had beamed with pride when she told him she wanted to be a cop too. And finally, she remembered the man who had taken it all away. She’d take Price down if it was the last thing she did. Shaking her ass and grinding on slobs for a few months was worth it. So was this.

Jo located the correct port and slid the tiny USB device in and watched it blink it’s green light repeatedly.

Job done. Get out before somebody notices.

Her shift was finishing soon and she had to meet Mike to go over the latest regarding the case. She would keep this little adventure to herself. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Whatever information the tiny device turned up, she’d tell him it came from somewhere else.

Jo left the server room and closed the door carefully behind her. She reattached the padlock she had picked earlier, leaving it just as she had found it. She headed back out onto the main floor, resigned to doing a couple more dances before her meeting with Mike. She noticed an elderly gentleman sitting alone, either enjoying the atmosphere or waiting to be approached. She thought she recognised him as a regular.

He’ll do, she thought as she strode towards him. It’s worth it, Jo. It’s worth it....

***

Mike checked the time on his phone as he sat at their usual table in the Rise and Grind cafe, located opposite The Pearl. Mike was deep in thought, wondering if the name was a coincidence or an intentional joke at the cafe’s proximity to The Pearl when he noticed Jo walk in and head towards him.

“Spill it,” Jo said eagerly as she slid into the seat opposite him in the booth. “Did you arrest Sarah? Did you flip her?”

“No,” Mike answered tersely. Jo frowned at him.

“Why not? What happened? Are you really telling me that Sarah didn’t offer extras? Seriously?” Jo said, surprise evident on her face. “You didn’t.... finish early, did you?” Jo asked with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment.

“Christ Jo, no. I didn’t get Sarah into the VIP,” he said defensively with a hint of anger at her suggestion.

“Why not?”

“Because half the place had the same idea. She was up on the main stage when I arrived, doing the pole thing,” he answered irritably.

He’s in a foul mood today.

“Right. It’s okay. We can try again. I’ll get her shift schedule. We can time it so that you arrive when she is about to clock in,” Jo suggested. She watched as Mike shifted uncomfortably.

“No need,” he said. “I went with the backup you suggested.”

“Lara?” Jo asked, her face unreadable to him.

“Yes.”

“And?” Jo asked, beginning to get frustrated at Mike’s monosyllabic answers.

“And it went well,” he said, avoiding her gaze.

“So you booked her?”

“No,” he said simply. Jo just stared at him. Then it dawned on her. Her face darkened and she stared at him with narrowed eyes.

“You fucked her, didn’t you?” she said, her voice low.

The long flowing hair. The bubble butt. The perfect tits. Of course he fucked her, she thought as jealousy roared through her.

“No! Of course not! We didn’t.... I mean.... I didn’t....” he replied stammering.

“Mike stop bullshitting me. We are supposed to be partners,” Jo said, the hurt on her face obvious. It ran deeper than she would ever admit to him. He took a deep sigh.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m embarrassed, okay? It didn’t go the way I’d planned it,” he said, his eyes shifting between her and the table as he talked. Jo tried to take control of her emotions.

He’s a square. A straight arrow. It had been his first time in a strip club. Theory is not practical experience. I should have prepared him better. He was in there with Lara, for fuck sake. No wonder it didn’t go to plan. It’s not his fault. Well, not only his fault. Men don’t have enough blood to think with more than one head at a time.

“I get it, okay? Just walk me through it. I won’t judge,” she said, wanting to believe her own words too. “So you got in there. She started to dance?”

“Yes. We chatted a bit first. Exchanged names. In fact, she tried to talk me out of the VIP. She clocked me as a first timer straight away. Didn’t want me to get ripped off, I guess,” he said. Jo nodded. That sounded like Lara, alright. “But you insisted?”

“Yeah. So anyway, we’re in there and she is doing her thing and it’s going well. I’m waiting for her to offer some.... services.”

“What did she offer?” Jo asked.

“Nothing. She didn’t need to offer anything,” Mike answered.

“So you came early?” she asked matter of factly.

“Fucking hell, Jo. Do we really have to go into detail here?”

“Yes, we do. I’m in there with her, Mike. Every day. I need to know exactly what happened,” Jo answered him. The reasoning was sound but it wasn’t the truth. She needed to know. For herself. It would eat away at her if she didn’t know.

“So you didn’t come early but she’s grinding on you and she had you worked up?”

“Yeah. Very worked up. She’s very good at her job. She kept talking to me. Saying sexy stuff. I was surprised that was part of it.”

“Did she have her bra off at this point?”

“She wasn’t wearing one. It was a corset type thing. She uh.... made me unzip her.”

“So she’s going to town on your junk and she has her big naked tits in your face,” Jo said, getting a little worked up herself now.

“Yeah, but nothing out of bounds was happening so I realized I had to push things along otherwise I would.... um.... finish,” he said.

“So you asked her to blow you?”

“Not in so many words but yes, I suppose,” he said, pursing his lips.

Jo imagined it in her mind. Mike sitting there in a chair, Lara naked and kneeling between his legs as she swallowed his cock. Him groaning as she devoured him. She could feel how wet she was.

Fuck, I wish it had been me instead, she thought to herself as she imagined what his cock would look like, would feel like, would taste like. She suppressed a moan and tried to focus.

“So why didn’t you just end it there and then? She agreed to the blowjob, right? That’s enough. Why didn’t you end it and take her in?” Jo asked, knowing the answer already but wanting him to say it.

“That is what I intended to do, Jo. I mean, I wanted to stop it and bring her in. But it all happened so fast. She was on me so quickly and I just.... didn’t do what I should have. It had been a while for me and I just got carried away, I guess,” he admitted, forlornly.

“So super Mike is human after all, go figure,” Jo said, smiling at him now. He looked sheepishly at her before responding.

“I never claimed to be perfect, Jo,” he said.

“So she’s on her knees blowing you. Did you come on her face?” Jo asked, intentionally using graphic imagery.

“Bloody hell, Jo. There is no way that this can be relevant,” he said, his cheeks flushing red in embarrassment.

“It is relevant. It might come up in girl talk,” she said.

“If you say so,” he answered.

“So did you finish on her face?” Jo asked.

“Well, no. I didn’t do.... that.”

“So you finished in her mouth?”

“Yes.”

“And she swallowed?”

“Jo....” Mike said, glaring at her now and clearly finished describing the encounter.

“Alright. I think I have a good idea of what went down now. Stop me if I get it wrong. She grinds into you. Shakes her big tits in your face. Talks dirty to you. You can’t last so you suggest she sucks you off. Only she is too much for you and instead of cuffing her, you come down her throat. Post-nut clarity hits and you don’t feel right bringing her in after what happened so you just spill your guts to her instead,” Jo said. “That about sum it up?”

“Yeah that’s about the gist of it,” he answered solemnly.

“And what about me? Did you mention me?” Jo asked, now a little worried.

“Of course not. What do you take me for? She doesn’t need to know. Not yet, anyway. Your cover is intact,” he said, thankful to be off discussions of “coming” finally. She nodded, relieved.

“So how did she react?” Jo asked.

“About how you would expect. Shock, mostly. But Jo, then she offered to help. Just like that. She asked if we would prosecute her. I reassured her it was all about Captain Price. She said she was in. She’s going to quietly inquire with their I.T. guy about Dave’s dealings with Price,” he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. Jo found it irritating but moved past it.

“Lenny. She’ll talk to Lenny,” she confirmed.

“Right, yeah. Kowalski. Him. I told her I’d contact her and meet up to exchange any new info,” he said.

“I assume this meet up will be fully clothed this time, yeah?” Jo asked, unable to hide the iciness in her voice.

“What happened to no judgement?” Mike asked, a little hurt by her insinuation. “It was a moment of weakness. It won’t be happening again,” he said curtly. Jo immediately regretted her comment and tried to play it off as a joke.

“I know, I know. I was only busting your balls,” Jo said. “I’m sure the way she busted them was more fun,” she said, with a giant grin. He laughed, his first laugh since she had sat down. She could listen to him laugh all day.

“You got me there. I can certainly see why so many guys spend their pay checks in places like that. It was certainly an experience,” he said, almost wistfully as if remembering the previous night again.

“Well, next time you go in there undercover, come find me for a dance instead. You’ll be safe with me,” she said, only half joking.

“Yeah, sure thing,” he said, laughing a little harder than Jo liked.

***

Lara walked through the large mall, holding her phone to her ear as she went. This particular mall was miles out of her way but she had just gotten her Beetle back in near pristine condition and wanted to celebrate by visiting some clothes shops she hadn’t been to before.

“What did you two talk about?” Lara asked Alan down the phone as she walked.

“Not much, Lara. Not much,” Alan answered back through the phones speaker. “Frankly Lara, I don’t know what to say to the guy any more. Ever since you told me what he did, I can’t look at him the same way. Honestly, when he talks to me, I just want to punch him in his teeth.” Lara smiled to herself as she imagined Alan doing it.

He’d need a big damned glove though. Will was a big guy.

“Well, it would be counter-productive, Alan. I need you there to keep tabs on him and you can’t do that if you two fall out,” Lara reminded him as she glanced through a store window at some lingerie.

“I know. I’m just not that good an actor, Lara. I think he knows something is up. I spent most of the event trying to avoid him,” Alan said.

Alan had called to debrief Lara on the “WonderTech Charity Barbecue” event he had attended with Will, Rob and Lenny. Will’s father was the CEO of the company and held it every year. Lara had been concerned that Will and Rob would target some poor unsuspecting girl and repeat what they had done to Lara. She had tasked Alan with making sure that nothing happened. It was the best she could come up with as her long term plan wasn’t ready to put into effect yet with Will’s incriminating video still hanging over her head.

“So you avoided him, huh? Talk to Lenny much? He told me Will invited him and he couldn’t shut up about it.” Lara said.

“Not a chance. He was glued to Will’s dad the entire time. I thought it was just hero worship at the start, and I guess it was, but Mr. Kane genuinely seemed interested in what Lenny had to say. Two nerds in their element I guess, talking about nerd things.”

“Alan, the guy is CEO of a company worth over a billion dollars. He’s clearly not just a nerd,” she reminded him.

“True. Anyway, Lenny enjoyed himself. Rob sure fucking didn’t,” he said his tone shifting strangely.

“Oh? Not being able to **** anyone for a day upset him, did it?” Lara said, her face crinkling in disgust as she pictured him.

“Lara, he’s in hospital,” Alan said, his tone now a serious one. Lara stopped in the middle of the shop, not sure she had heard him right.

“What?” she asked.

“He got really ill after the barbecue. Vomiting and everything. At first we thought it was food poisoning but nobody else was feeling ill and he just continued to get worse. We had to call an ambulance. Did Lenny not tell you any of this?” Alan asked, surprised.

“No, I haven’t talked to him since before you guys went to this thing. So Rob’s in hospital, yeah? Good. Hope the fucker stays there,” Lara said, forcefully.

“Lara, I get how you feel. I do. But it was really serious. The doctors said he nearly died. He’s still in there. He’s out of the woods now but it was serious for a while,” Alan said.

“I’m not going to feel sorry for that fucker,” Lara said but the thought of him dying did temper her a little bit. “Do you think he accidentally dosed himself?” Lara asked.

“It’s the first thing that occurred to me as well. But they ran his blood work and it came back clean of all ****, apparently. Whatever is wrong with him, I don’t think he did it to himself by accident. They are running more tests. Will is going to see him today. He asked me to go too but I said I didn’t like hospitals.”

“Smart,” Lara said. She decided to change the subject. “Did you buy anything at the auction?”

“Lara, I think you are confused about who you are talking to here. Some of the bids were in the hundreds of thousands. If I spent anywhere near that amount, I’d be paying it off for the rest of my life and my parents would disown me,” Alan said.

“It’s for charity!” she said in mock indignation. “You could have at least bid on a mega-yacht or two!”

“I think I’ll leave that sort of crap for the mega-rich. I already donated 800 bucks that I don’t have anyway. I’m eating beans until next week when my allowance comes in,” he said.

Allowance, she scoffed to herself. Alan may have been the “poorest” person there but he still grew up more comfortable than most. Still, it said something about his character that he had donated anything at all.

“Well, that’s what you get for spending it all on charity, blackjack and hookers,” she said.

“Well, the first one anyway,” he said back.

She decided to lighten the mood a little. “Any cute girls catch your eye?” Lara asked in a flirty tone.

“Absolutely. Plenty. They all thought I was some weirdo though. Lara, there is no smooth way to monitor women to make sure they haven’t been roofied. Half of them thought I was some creep who kept staring at them and the other half thought I was bar staff the way I kept getting them fresh drinks.” Lara laughed at the image he was describing. She did start to feel a little guilty though. She was asking a lot of him.

“Yeah, I suppose I am kind of killing your game, aren’t I? Tell you what, for doing such a good job keeping tabs on those fuckers, come down to the club some time next week. I’ll introduce you to some friends of mine. On the house,” she said down the phone as she examined the bustier on the mannequin in front of her.

“Oh, damn! I can be there in an hour. I’m free right now,” he blabbered down the phone. She laughed.

“Well, I’m not free right now. I’m busy shopping. So, down boy. You’ll have to be patient. Can I see this in a 32G please?” Lara said, the last part directed at the shop assistant in front of her.

“Are you buying sexy underwear as you talk to me?” Alan asked, a sense of wonder evident in his voice.

“Yes,” she said, laughing at him. “You want me to describe it to you?” she cooed down the phone.

“Do you even have to ask?” he replied back.

Lara transitioned into a low, phone sex type voice. “It comes with adjustable straps. It’s underwired, with light padding in a longline bustier shape. It has decorative embroidered mesh panels with a satin finish along with a keyhole cut out,” she said sexily as she read out the information tag in front of her.

“Are you close?” she asked. He just laughed back at her.

“If you ever quit your job at The Pearl, go sell underwear over the phone. Trust me, you’ll make a killing. You almost had me ordering one,” he told her.

She giggled back down the phone as she paid with her card. The shop assistant that was bagging her purchase up was giving Lara an unimpressed look, clearly not enjoying being privy to Lara’s teasing of Alan. Lara didn’t care.

Let the uptight bitch sneer all she wanted.

“Maybe I’ll wear it for you when you visit The Pearl. Or maybe I’ll wear nothing at all,” she said seductively down the phone as she left the shop with her purchase.

“Okay, now I’m close,” Alan said, only half joking. Lara giggled again.

This had been their routine for the past while. Mr. Fitch hadn’t called her back yet to discuss her proposal of being friends with benefits. Lara wasn’t sure whether he would. He had some doubts. She understood that. But at the same time, she wasn’t going to wait around.

Following their emotional talk that fateful night, Lara and Alan had spoken on the phone nearly every day. They talked about Will and Rob and what to do next, sure, but they also talked about themselves. Her job. His studies at college. Their families. What he planned to do once, or rather if he graduated.

She also spent a lot of time on their calls teasing him. Relentlessly. Lara was impressed that he had turned her down the night of their talk and instead of fucking her, he had gone home with a raging hard-on. She enjoyed riling him up over the phone, emulating that moment again.

What’s more, Lara had asked Alan to send her the blowjob video. He had. Watching the video that night and every time subsequently had awakened something in her that she hadn’t known about herself. She liked watching herself on film. It made her more excited about the upcoming video with Dave, due to it’s more professional setting. In the mean time, she had watched the amateur footage of her blowing Alan, repeatedly. She figured if Will was potentially going to use the video against her, she may as well enjoy it. She had given Alan permission to watch it whenever he wanted as well.

“You’re imagining me on my knees again, aren’t you?” she said, softly.

“Fucking hell, Lara. I have class in five minutes. It’s not like I can.... relieve myself here,” he half groaned half whispered down the line to her.

“I thought you said you were free?” she asked him.

“Well, I lied. Sue me. I’d skip class in a second for a visit to The Pearl to see you,” he said.

“You’ll just have to be a good boy and wait until our schedules line up,” she said. “In the meantime, imagine away. I know I am,” she said, her voice low and smooth.

“And remember good things come to those who wait....” she said hanging up on him, pleased with herself. She could imagine him, walking with tented trousers trying to get to class without anyone noticing.

She saw an ice cream stand out of the corner of her eye as she walked and smiled to herself as an idea popped into her mind. She walked over to the stand and bought a long, orange flavoured popsicle. She tapped the video record button on her phone and held it up in front of her as she took the orange popsicle into her mouth and sucked on it. She then glided her lips down on it, deep throating it. She held it there for a few seconds and then winked. She slowly dragged her lips back up while sucking loudly. She took it out with a loud pop, and smiled into the camera on her phone. Satisfied, she pressed stop and then sent Alan the short clip. She hoped he’d get it just as he started to calm down.

I need to buy some orange flavoured lube, she thought to herself. She started eating the popsicle, properly and less obscenely this time, as she walked through the mall. She was imagining Alan’s face as he watched her clip when she was jolted out of her daydreaming by a figure walking just ahead of her. A familiar figure.

It was Jack, the steamy head of security at The Pearl and one of the few friends she had in the place. Where as Alan was lean and athletic, Jack was built. Tall and broad chested with massive arms. She had fantasized about him throwing her around the bedroom quite a bit since she had started working at The Pearl.

He was walking side by side with a companion. She was about to call out to him when she saw him lean across and kiss his companion on the mouth. His male companion. Lara’s jaw dropped in complete shock. She stopped walking, and simply stood and stared.

“Oh.... my.... God,” she said, almost involuntarily as she watched the two men lock lips. She had said it louder than was considered polite. Both men stopped what they were doing and turned to look at where this rude interruption had come from.

Jack’s face went white as a ghost as he saw Lara standing there, her mouth agape with a shopping bag in one hand and an orange popsicle in the other.

“Who is this woman, Jack? Do you know her?” the man beside him asked, breaking the silence between the three of them. Jack just stood there like a mute statue.

“Jack?” the man said once more, this time poking him lightly in the side. This snapped him out of his near fugue state.

“Oh, this is um.... this is Lara. She works with me,” Jack said his eyes flitting back and forth between Lara and the man to his left.

“Ah, Lara! It’s wonderful to meet you. Jack has told me so much about you. He didn’t do you justice, you are absolutely stunning, darling,” he said leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek. She was slowly recovering from her shock and kissed him on the cheek back.

“Hi!” she said brightly, as she took in the man in front of her. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that had the words “Cool and mysterious” crossed out and replaced with the words “Autistic and Gay” underneath. He had brown hair to his shoulders and a neatly trimmed beard. He was about the same height as Jack but much smaller in overall size. She noticed he had a nice smile and immediately took a liking to him.

“This is Colin,” Jack said simply, still eyeing the pair of them up as if a bomb was about to go off.

“It’s nice to meet you, Colin,” she said. “Out doing some shopping?” she asked casually, trying and failing to settle down a clearly frazzled Jack.

“No, not today. We just came here for some lunch and to do a bit of people watching,” Colin replied, still beaming his gorgeous smile.

“Colin, would you mind giving me and Lara a minute alone to talk?” Jack said to Colin, his face still pale. Colin merely nodded in understanding and squeezed Jack’s arm in reassurance.

“Of course. I’ll wait for you at the restaurant. Start in on those breadsticks! I hope to see you again soon, Lara,” he said as he started to walk away from them.

“You too!” she called after him. She turned back to Jack, now just the two of them. He looked like he didn’t know what to say so she took the initiative.

“Let’s have a seat,” she said as she linked her tiny arm through his goliath one, and started to lead him towards a nearby empty bench. They turned half sideways on the bench as they looked at each other. Jack finally spoke, blurting out his words in a panic.

“Yes, I’m gay. No, nobody else knows. Lara, please keep this to yourself. Please don’t tell anyone. I’m begging you,” he said, the desperation clear on his face and in his eyes. Lara reached out to hold his hand. His dwarfed hers completely.

“Jack, I would never, ever do that. Come on, you know me by now. I might gossip a little but never about something as important as this. You can trust me,” she said gently. She could see the relief on his face as the tension dissipated through his entire body.

“Thank you, Lara. Thank you,” he said, squeezing her hand back.

“So nobody knows? Not even your ex?” Lara asked with a surprised look on her face. He shook his head.

“I never told her. I didn’t realise, not really, until long after Sophia was born. When I broke it off, I was afraid that if I told her why that she would use it against me. Stop me from seeing Sophia,” he said, his features now sombre looking.

“She wouldn’t, surely?” Lara asked.

“She might. I’ve seen people react all sorts of ways to the news that their partner is gay. Some of them lose their shit. And I couldn’t take the chance. The idea of losing Sophia is too much. It just wasn’t worth the risk. And I figured she would never find out, at least until Sophia is eighteen. I’m careful, Lara. This is the first time something like this has happened. What the hell are you doing out here anyway? Your new place is miles from here,” he said, confused.

“I got my car fixed. So no danger of breaking down on trips longer than ten minutes any more. I was just shopping I guess,” she said, meekly.

“Oh, I’m sorry Lara, I didn’t mean it like that. You’ve done nothing wrong. Ignore me. I’m just a bit shaken up is all.”

“Jack, can I ask a personal question? Feel free to tell me to fuck off,” she said, not wanting to push him.

“Why hide it from everyone else?” he finished for her. She nodded.

“I’m relatively new to this. I’ve only been “out” with myself for a few years now. I don’t think I’m ready to be properly out. Colin gets it. He’s very patient and understanding about where we can go in public.”

“He seems nice,” Lara said. “What does he do?”

“He’s a locksmith. I met him when I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment. He made a joke about making himself a key when he was making me some new ones,” he said smiling to himself as if replaying it in his own mind.

“How did he know? You are the straightest looking gay guy I’ve ever met,” Lara said, clearly impressed with Colin’s gaydar.

“That you know of, Lara. I’m the straightest looking gay guy that you know of. We’re everywhere!” he said, smiling genuinely for the first time. She laughed at him.

“Well, I know there are bigoted people out there. There always will be. There is no escaping that. But....” Lara started to say when Jack finished her sentence.

“I know. There has never been a more accepting time to come out. LGBT rights have come a long way. But it’s still so difficult, Lara. The risk of losing access to my daughter scares the shit out of me. Plus, I’d lose my job in an instant,” he said with certitude.

“No way. Look at Enrique!” she said in retort. Jack shook his head.

“A gay barman is one thing, but a gay bouncer, a gay head of security? Not a fucking chance. Dave would fire me in a heartbeat, Lara. You know he would,” Jack said gravely.

Lara had to admit, he wasn’t wrong. Most people were “accepting” up to a point. Some prejudices died hard. Lara started to laugh as a memory hit her out of the blue. Jack raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner.

“Sarah,” Lara said simply while grinning. “When you turned her down, she went around telling everyone you were gay in order to save face. Turns out, she was right!” she said giggling to herself. Jack wasn’t laughing.

“Fucking hell. You can’t be serious....” he started to say, looking worried again. Lara grabbed his hand again in reassurance.

“Relax, Jack. Not a single person believed her. Everyone knew she was just dealing with the rejection the only way she knows how,” she said. Jack looked slightly mollified but still a little concerned.

“I’ll tell her to stop doing it. Politely. And then not so politely if she doesn’t,” she said, smiling up at him. He smiled back.

“Thank you, Lara. For everything. For being a good friend,” he said as he leaned in to hug her. She let him, enjoying the feeling. She couldn’t help but feel a tingle as he held her. She had to ask.

“Can I ask one more question?” she asked as he released her.

“Shoot,” Jack said, smiling at her.

“Are you sure you’re not bi?” she asked, hopefully. He just chuckled at her and shook his head.

“I mean, are you really sure? I couldn’t convince you? I give great head. Just ask this popsicle here,” she said motioning to the melting dessert still in her hand.

“I’m sure,” he said. She sighed.

“You really know how to break a girl’s heart, Handsome Jack.”

***

Lara stood at the edge of the main stage of The Pearl, her arms crossed under her chest as she watched the blonde newcomer, Britney, show off her undoubted skill on the pole. Lara had to admit, the girl was a natural, her body moving with a fluid grace and confidence that you wouldn’t expect from a girl on her very first shift in a new club.

As Britney’s chosen song boomed through the speakers and filled the place, she continued her routine, her body undulating sensuously to the rhythm. She launched into a fireman spin, her back arched as she slowly rotated around the pole. She made it look effortless, as if she was floating.

Lara watched as Britney transitioned seamlessly into a tornado spin, the **** of her rotation making her blonde hair fan out around her like a giant wave. The crowd around the stage hooted and hollered, throwing bills onto the stage as Britney worked. Her smile wide and beaming at her enthusiastic audience.

They really love the new girls, Lara thought.

That had been her. She had been the new meat. Not any more. All the regulars were crowded around the stage, eager to get a look at the new dancer. Britney showcased an impressive feat of flexibility, contorting her body into a breathtaking aerial, her back bent at a nearly impossible angle as she wrapped her legs around the pole behind her. She hung upside down, her blonde hair brushing the stage floor as she swung herself in a slow, sensual circle.

Wow. She is good. Very good. She was better than Lara on the pole. Much better.

She may even be a match for Sarah.

Lara felt a pang of envy as she watched the girl navigate the pole with a natural ease that few possessed. Britney continued to progress through her routine, her next aerial having her wrap one long, slender leg around the pole as she arched her back and pointed her toes, her body forming a perfect mesmerizing line from her fingertips to her toes.

As the song reached its crescendo, Britney dismounted the pole with a slight hop, her body still moving to the pulsating beat. She sashayed around the stage, as if in a lap of honour, knowing her routine had impressed. The customers cheered boisterously as she shimmied her chest lewdly, her blonde hair tumbling down her back in an alluringly tousled manner.

A chorus of whistles and catcalls filled the air as they tossed more bills onto the stage. Britney blew a kiss to the audience, her hand brushing against her full, glossy lips as she did it, while she smoothly collected the bills around her. She finally exited to the rear of the stage and headed towards the changing rooms. Lara decided to spend a few minutes introducing herself.

Lara walked into the changing room and up to the voluptuous blonde. Britney was still completely naked, save for her heels and some tassels attached to her nipples. It didn’t seem to phase or bother her one bit.

“Hi, Britney. I’m Lara. Welcome to The Pearl!” Lara said with a generous smile. The blonde beamed back at her.

“Hey Lara. Oh, aren’t you just so precious to come and greet little old me,” Britney said, cheerfully.

Okay, she’s clearly from the south, Lara thought immediately after hearing the southern drawl Britney had exhibited.

It’s a lot more authentic than my southern accent attempt with Shawn, that’s for sure.

“Well, I just had to come up after I saw your performance on the main stage a moment ago. You were spectacular. I wish I could do it half as good as that,” Lara told her honestly.

“You are so nice!” Britney said back, slowly. “I love pole work. I always have. All the eyes in the room are on you. It’s so exciting,” she gushed. “I’ve done gymnastics my whole life so I guess its just another pole if you think about it. Except this one is upright and I’m naked,” she said laughing at herself.

“Where did you grow up?” Lara asked.

“South Carolina, born and bred. I just moved here. It’s my first time leaving home. First time out of the state, actually.” she said. Lara nodded.

She’s young. Perhaps a little naive too? I’ll try to help her as much as I can.

“Well, if you need anything, anything at all, just come find me, okay? In fact, here’s my number. Call me any time,” Lara said as she brought up her phone. The blonde opposite reached out for her own phone from the desk as they exchanged numbers.

“Awesome. I’ll add you now. I got Dave’s number in here too. Isn’t he funny? The things he says, Lara,” she said, giggling a little.

I can imagine. Christ, Dave is going to eat this one up and spit her out for sure.

Lara saw Sarah walk into the changing room and head over to her corner to get ready.

“Hey Lara,” Sarah said as she passed by, completely ignoring the new girl. Lara nodded back at her.

“Hey! I’m Britney. And you are?” she asked, putting a tight fitting top on while looking at Sarah.

“Not interested,” Sarah said sharply back.

I guess some things don’t change. Sarah feeling threatened by the new girl. At least it’s not me any more.

“This is Sarah and she loves to chat. There isn’t a friendlier girl in here in fact, make sure to come gossip with her at every opportunity,” Lara said sarcastically.

“Ooh, great. Lots of girl talk in this place. I love that!” Britney said, cheerfully.

Okay, sarcasm is clearly not her strong suit.

“Gotta love ya and leave ya, I’m afraid. Going to give my first lap dance here. They were practically queueing up for me earlier. Exciting, right? Anyway, see you gals later!” Britney said, in the same cheerful tone as she walked out of the room.

“I guess Dave is scraping the bottom of the barrel. Brain-dead Bimbo Barbie over there barely has two brain cells to rub together,” Sarah said.

“Be nice,” Lara said, admonishingly.

“Why?” Sarah shot back. Lara just rolled her eyes.

“Sarah, sometimes its just nice to get along, you know?” Lara said. Sarah just snorted and rolled her eyes back at Lara.

“Don’t tell me that southern shit is rubbing off on you, too? You were a bitch before but at least I could respect it. If you go all gooey on me and end up as ditzy as Daisy Duke over there I’m going to have to put you down. Call it a mercy killing,” Sarah said as she rolled her tights onto one long leg.

“Speaking of mercy, I need to ask you something,” Lara said, changing the subject and determined to keep a promise. Sarah stood up straight and faced Lara.

“It’s about Jack.” Sarah’s mood changed quickly.

“What about him?” she said, in a snarl.

“Sarah, you’ve been telling everyone he’s gay,” Lara said simply.

“Yeah? And? You don’t find it odd that he could have had this and turned it down?” she said gesturing to her own body as she said it. “He is as gay as fuck!” she said.

“Sarah, the rest of us know what you are saying is bullshit but some guys are hearing it and hitting on him,” Lara said, willing to tell a white lie in this case. “His number is on the bulletin board. He’s head of security, it has to be. Men are calling him to ask him out.”

“So?” Sarah said, callously.

“Sarah, he has a kid. What if she picks up the phone?” Lara said, getting a little angrier now. Sarah’s body language changed the moment Lara mentioned Sophia. She sighed and immediately caved.

“Okay, fine. I get it. I’ll knock off the Jack bashing,” she said. “Look, it was mortifying, okay? He turned me down in front of half the fucking staff,” she said, showing some vulnerability for the first time Lara could remember.

“I know. It sucks. But Sarah, you did ask him out in front of everyone. That’s on you,” Lara said, gently.

“What can I say? I’m an exhibitionist. I wanted an audience. Nobody had ever said no before. It never occurred to me that he would,” she said, arrogantly but also honestly.

“Well, you heard him. He needs to concentrate on his kid,” Lara said.

“Lara, that made it worse. It makes it harder to be mad at him if he’s being all noble and shit,” she said.

“You managed pretty well,” Lara said, now grinning at her. Sarah grinned back.

“Well, I take my grudges seriously,” she said, sticking out her tongue a little in glee.

“Well.... thanks. For letting this one go. Don’t worry, I’ll tell everyone you told me to fuck off. Your secret is safe with me,” Lara said jokingly as she started to leave the changing room.

“And your secret is safe with me too,” Sarah said back, grinning from ear to ear.

What exactly did she mean by that? Lara thought, as she left the room. I don’t get it.

Lara put the odd comment out of her mind and headed towards Dave’s office. She had her new video with him scheduled for a few minutes from now so she figured she may as well go see him to discuss it. She had her dialogue audio pre-recorded and ready to go. Her mouth would be otherwise occupied so “doing it live” so to speak was out of the question.

As she neared the stairs, she spotted Lenny behind the bar tinkering with one of the cashier monitors, and remembered another promise she had made to a different man in her life. This one had been made to Mike. She made a beeline straight for Lenny to try and keep the promise.

“Hey Lenny,” she said softly as she walked up to the bar. He looked up from the disconnected monitor from behind the bar and greeted her.

“Hey L.... La.... Lara,” he said stammering slightly.

“Whatcha doin’......” she said girlishly as he stared at her cleavage. He eventually tore his eyes away from her chest and met her eyes.

“Not much, just fi.... fixing this for Enrique. Or trying to at least,” he said as he fiddled with the cable attached to it.

“Well, I hear you had a good time at the WonderTech barbecue. You met your hero? He live up to your expectations?” Lara asked.

“He sure did. Howard Kane is not just a genius. He’s nice! We talked for ages about his new cloud rendering farm. Man, the challenges of a project like that. The costs. The scale. The red tape! It’s amazing he has managed to get it up and running. He invited me to go see it with him on his next inspection of the place. Cool, right?” Lenny said, excitement in his voice.

“So cool,” Lara replied back, not quite sure what was cool about it but figuring Lenny was into it so it must be peak geekdom. She lowered her voice a little bit to ask the next question.

“Any update on your search for the mysterious hacker?” she asked. Lenny hesitated. She could see the **** on his face.

“Listen Lara, Dave kind of found out that I mentioned this to you and Jo and he wasn’t happy with me. I’m really not supposed to talk about it except with him,” he said. “Sorry.”

Lara crossed her arms under her chest and leaned forward over the bar, towards him. Her actions had the effect of creating a mountain of cleavage which Lenny noticed straight away.

“Lenny, this is me you’re talking to here. We’ve shared things. Intimate things,” she said as she licked her lips slightly. “I haven’t told anyone about what we did at your apartment,” she said, reminding him of how she had titfucked him and let him come all over her face.

“You can trust me. All of me,” she said, sticking out her chest as much as she could. He stared at her tits for a while. She let him. Eventually he coughed and looked back to her face. “Besides, I went to that party as your girlfriend. You can tell me. We’re friends, right?”

“Well, seeing as it’s you. Sure. Why not?” Lenny said, leaning forward so that she could hear him better. Or perhaps so he could see more down her top. She wasn’t sure.

“I’ve done an extensive analysis of the network. There is no way they breached the system externally. It just isn’t possible. The encryption is too good. Not even NASA could do it,” he said, sneaking the occasional glance at her tits.

“What does that mean Lenny?” she asked, squeezing them together and rocking on her toes slightly to make them jiggle a little. It was his turn to lick his lips now.

“Lenny?” she said, snapping him out of his trance.

“Oh, right. Well it means that whoever hacked us had to do it locally. On site. They would have had to physically be here. At least at some point anyway. Once in the system they could do it remotely in the future but to break in initially? They had to be in the club.”

“Wow. So like, an inside job?” she asked.

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. Lara, there are people coming and going every day that don’t work here full time. Delivery people, temp security, the DJ’s, god knows how many people. Not to mention the customers. I’ve told Dave we need more funding for more cameras and a better alarm system but he won’t cough up the dough. There is only so much I can do, only so much that Jack can do with this type of budget. But even with more cameras, our weakness isn’t technological. It’s the human factor,” he said. Lara mulled this over.

“Lara... I couldn’t trouble you for a dance, could I?” he asked hopefully.

“Lenny, I would but I’ve got my new video with Dave now, remember?” Lara said, actually being honest with him. She would have given him a quick thrill if she had the time. But she didn’t. He looked a little irritated but he nodded.

“Right. That. Well, the setup is a little different this time but the controls are the same. Just press the button on the remote like last time. It’ll record on all camera’s. I stuck a sticker over it. You can’t miss it,” he said, helpfully. Lara smiled at him, and then leaned forward further over the bar to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

“You’re a gem, Lenny. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise,” she said as she started walking away towards Dave’s office. He had a weird, dopey grin on his face as he watched her go.

Lara climbed the stairs and went through the door of Dave’s office, without knocking. It didn’t matter, as he wasn’t there.

He must be down in the studio, waiting for me.

She realised the chats with Britney, Sarah and finally Lenny had delayed her more than she thought. She was late. She hoped he wouldn’t be too upset with her.

She was to record a blowjob tutorial video, with Dave as her co-star. The idea had seemed ridiculous at first, but less ridiculous as Dave had explained his angle. Market it towards young inexperienced women looking to learn. Also towards housewives wanting to up their game. And finally towards men who simply loved to see an expert cock-smith at work. Dave had wanted to go with somebody else but she had convinced him that she was the best lady for the job. And to give her a 35% cut of the sales.

She made her way downstairs and towards the isolated studio. Pushing open the doors, she noticed the change in the room from last time. The four camera’s were still there, but a fifth had been added and they were in different positions this time. Also, the couch had been moved. In it’s place, in the middle of the room between all the camera’s on tripods, was a large circular bed. Dave was sitting on it, wearing a robe.

A bed? I hope he doesn’t get any ideas about what is going to happen here.

She approached him, her heels clicking on the floor announcing her presence to Dave. He stood up, and faced her in his robe.

“Lara! Finally. You’re fifteen minutes late you know. I was about to send out a search party,” he said. He looked less annoyed and more relieved that she had shown up.

“Sorry, Dave. I got held up talking to the new girl, Britney,” Lara said.

“Ah yes, sweet girl,” he said.

With a sweet mouth, Dave thought. He had sampled her, as he did most of the girls he hired but had stopped before finishing in her. He was saving himself for this encounter with Lara.

Dave had taken some Viagra an hour earlier and was ready to go. He was determined to enjoy this and make it last. Dave’s hands went to the sash of his robe and undid it, letting the robe drop to the floor. He was completely naked underneath it.

Lara stared at his unimpressive body. He didn’t look like the type of man to be in a video like this. His flabby gut would make for an interesting juxtaposition to her fit and toned body. His dick though, that would measure up. Lara had seen it several times before, up close and personal. It looked bigger today. And angrier.

Did he take something? she wondered to herself as she studied him.

“Okay, Lara. Your turn. I’m thinking we should both be completely naked for this. Except the heels. Keep them on,” he said.

Lara started to strip off and think about what he had said. She hadn’t intended taking off her panties. It seemed silly, it was only a small piece of material but it set a symbolic boundary that what was covered was off limits. Still, the goal of the video was clearly defined and laid out. If he tried anything outside the scope of their agreement, she would slap it down.

She shed the last of her garments and stood completely naked before him. He drank her in for a moment before going to sit on the edge of the circular bed.

Lara put on her laced eye mask and walked over to where Lenny had left the remote. She pressed the record button and set it aside. She walked towards the bed and then turned to face the main camera. Taking a deep breath, she readied herself to start her intro. She struck a sexy pose, her stunning face filling the frame. She attempted what she hoped was a smouldering gaze as she looked right down the lens of the camera in front of her. Her makeup was impeccable, highlighting her high cheekbones, full lips, and piercing eyes. She had made an extra effort on her makeup today, knowing there would be close-ups of her face.

“Hello, everyone,” Lara purred, her voice low and sultry. "I'm Lara, and welcome to this exclusive blowjob tutorial. If you're watching this, I’m willing to bet that you're eager to improve your skills and drive your partner wild with pleasure. Great! I’m going to share some of my techniques with you to do just that. Follow along and you’ll have your man begging for more in no time.”

With that, Lara turned away from the camera, her eyes falling on Dave as he sat on the edge of the bed, already rock hard and twitching with anticipation. She could see the excitement on his face, the hunger in his eyes.

Lara moved towards her phone and pressed play on her pre-recorded guide. It would likely be too echoey and low quality for the final product but she would re-add a pristine version in the edit later and sync it up. For now, she would simply follow along to her own words. She would let her former self, direct her current self and adhere to the sultry soundtrack of her voice accompanying her every move.

Lara kneeled down in front of Dave, her knees and heels digging into the rug surrounding the circular bed. She could hear her voice start the instructions.

“We will start with the easiest and most straight forward of positions. The seated blowjob. Have your partner sit on the edge of the bed or seat, and kneel in between his spread legs. If he is already naked and hard, you can jump right in. If not, make a show of unzipping him slowly. Draw the experience out. Tease him as he anticipates what is to come.” Lara ignored this part and simply waited. She had not expected Dave to be completely naked when recording herself.

“Lean in towards him. Start by placing a soft, teasing kiss on the tip of his penis,” Lara purred, her recorded self setting the stage for what was to come. “Use a light touch, almost feather like, just a whisper of a kiss, to build his anticipation and desire for you.”

Lara parted her glossy lips, her breath ghosting over the sensitive head of Dave's cock as she leaned in and placed the barest of kisses upon the tip. She could feel it throbbing against her mouth, could taste the first salty-sweet drops of pre-cum that leaked from the slit. It was the one redeeming thing about Dave from a physical point of view, apart from his size. He tasted surprisingly good.

Dave let out a low groan at the fleeting touch, his hips jerking forward as if seeking more of the teasing caress.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Come on, Lara. Wrap those pretty lips around my cock and suck it like you mean it.” She sighed, knowing he had just made her job harder. She would have to edit that out later. She gave him a stare as if to say “Will you shut the fuck up?” and continued the task at hand.

“Wrap your lips around the head, swirling your tongue around the ridge and flickering teasingly over the slit,” Lara instructed, her recorded self guiding her every move. “Taste every inch of the sensitive flesh. Really sell the idea to him that you are savouring the taste of him. That you can feel his arousal on your tongue.”

Lara did as she was told, her plush lips stretching around the thick head of Dave's cock as she swirled her tongue in a slow, sensual circle. She lapped at the swollen flesh, her tongue tracing the ridged underside and the small slit at the head of his cock.

“If you can, take him deeper, inch by inch, until your nose reaches the base of his shaft," Lara continued, her voice a husky and seductive purr even through her phone’s speaker.

“Relax your throat and breathe through your nose as you engulf him in the heat of your mouth. If your partner is large, or you don’t feel comfortable taking him all the way, just go as far as you are comfortable with. We will be going over some helpful exercises to help deep throat later in the video. It will be marked in your chapter guide.”

Lara slowly and deliberately started taking him deeper. She relaxed her throat, feeling the thick length of his cock sliding over her tongue and pushing past her tonsils to settle at the back of her throat. She could feel every ridge and vein, every pulsing throb of him as she held him there, her nose buried in the tufts of hair at the base of his shaft.

Fuck me, I missed this feeling, Dave thought.

Dave's hand reached out to take hold of Lara's hair, gently gripping the silky strands as he resisted the urge to thrust mindlessly into the welcoming softness of her mouth.

“God, Lara. Your mouth is like hot velvet.”

Lara ignored him as she continued. She pulled back slowly, her lips stretching obscenely around Dave's thick cock as she dragged her mouth up the length of his shaft. She paused at the head, her tongue swirling around it in a final, teasing caress before she released him from the suction of her mouth with a soft pop.

“Don't neglect the balls,” Lara guided, her recorded self reminding the viewer of their existence in case they forgot. “Cup them gently in your palm, rolling them between your fingers as you suck. Some men enjoy this more than others. Communicate with your partner. They’ll let you know how rough you can get with them.”

Lara reached down, her delicate fingers encircling Dave's balls. She could feel the weight of them. She rolled them gently in her palm, feeling the way they tightened and churned with his potential release. At the same time, she took him deep again, her nose pressing against him at the base of his shaft as she sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks to create a tight, vacuum-like seal.

“Remember to breathe, when you can. There will be moments when you can’t so taking regular breaths is important,” Lara reminded herself and the audience, her voice ever present as she continued to suck and stroke Dave's throbbing cock.

“Take breaks when you need them, but don't let up on the stroking of him. If you feel like your mouth needs a break, stroke him while you take it that break. If he is the one that needs the break, just hold him at the base and talk to him. Tell him how much you are enjoying it. If he needs a longer break, changing positions can be a good way for him to control his release.”

Lara knew the next few lines of dialogue so she pre-empted them.

“Dave, standing blowjob time,” she said as she scooted back from the bed. He nodded and stood up, and took a step towards her.

“For a seated blowjob, as demonstrated, you have the advantage of gravity working in your favour. You can take your partner deep without straining your neck or back. Different positions offer different advantages and disadvantages. You and your partner will find one that suits you both best. Experiment with all of them until you find yours.”

Lara held his dick in her hand as she kneeled, preparing for what came next. “Now, let's discuss the standing position. The main difference between this and a seated blowjob is the angle and the dynamics of motion.”

Lara hadn’t mentioned the other simple truth of this position. In this position, his flabby mid section could get in the way. While laying down or leaning back in a seat, this wouldn’t be a problem. She had considered mentioning this, and really for a proper tutorial she should have but thought better of it, so as not to offend Dave.

“It also provides a different visual for him. Many men enjoy the dominant feeling of towering over their partner while you may also enjoy the feeling of submission. Being on your knees, quite literally looking up to them, can be incredibly erotic and exciting.”

Damned right. Nothing like watching a willing whore on her knees, Dave thought as he listened to the voice over, while staring down at Lara. Lara continued pumping Dave's cock with her hand slowly as her recorded voice continued.

“You'll sometimes find that the angle can make it a bit harder to take them all the way to the hilt. If that is the case, focus on the middle portion of their cock, using your tongue and lips to stimulate the most sensitive areas.”

She leaned in, her tongue swirling around the head of Dave's cock before bobbing up and down at a steady pace to the middle of his cock.

“Remember, communication is key. If your partner wants you to go faster or slower, to use more or less pressure, they'll let you know. Try to be open to it. Avoid feeling like you are being criticized. View it as guidance. Pay attention to their cues, and don't be afraid to ask if you're unsure. Their pleasure should be your top priority.”

“Yeah, Lara. The top priority,” Dave said grinning down at her. Lara regretted putting in that line.

“My guidance is to deep throat me,” Dave said.

Lara rolled her eyes but did as he asked, feeling she should follow her own advice. She took him deeper again, her nose pressing against his pelvis as she swallowed around his length, her throat muscles massaging his sensitive flesh.

“And don't forget the power of eye contact. Looking up at your partner as you service them can be incredibly erotic and intimate.”

Lara stared up at him as she deep throated him. His gut blocked part of her face from his view and she could feel his flesh mash against her forehead. She was thankful the new position was coming up. She eased off his dick and got to her feet.

“Dave, move to the bed and lay down, flat on your back. I recorded this thinking we’d be on the floor but the bed works too. Next time, tell me if you include a furniture change, okay?” she chided him.

He simply grunted and lay down on the bed. She joined him and positioned herself between his legs, resting her hands on his thighs.

“With your partner lying on his back, position yourself between his legs. This opens up a world of possibilities. This position allows for deep, intense stimulation and a level of intimacy that's hard to match. We will also be going over some tips here to help you deep throat your partner.”

Lara wrapped both hands around his shaft, pumping it slowly as the audio continued. “The key to deep throating is relaxation and the right techniques. You'll need to relax your jaw, your throat, your entire body. Tension will only make the experience miserable for you both.”

Lara demonstrated this by parting her lips, allowing her jaw to hang open slightly as she gazed up at Dave. “Start by licking their cock from base to tip, getting it slick with your saliva. This will make the journey easier and more pleasurable for you both.”

Dave’s cock was already plenty slick enough but Lara followed along anyway, in case the viewer had skipped to this part. She dragged her tongue along Dave's length, fluttering her tongue along it. She then dripped some saliva from her mouth and bathed his cock in it with her tongue.

“Once their cock is well-lubricated, start to take them into your mouth. Remember, don't try to take too much too fast. Relax your throat and let their cock slide in smoothly.”

Lara began to take Dave's cock into her mouth, her tongue and lips wrapped around him like a silk glove. “Focus on your breathing. Breathe through your nose as you take them deeper. Little inhales and exhales will help keep you calm and focused,” the voice announced.

She really knows what she is doing, Dave thought to himself, impressed by both the narration and her actions.

“This is where things can get challenging. Around one in three women experience no gag reflex. For you lucky gals, the next part should be pretty straight forward. When you feel him at the back of your throat, just swallow. He should glide right in. For the rest of us, deep throating is mostly about getting your gag reflex under control. You do this through practice and training. Your gag reflex is usually triggered when something touches the back of your throat causing a spasm-like sensation or reflex contraction. Getting your gag reflex under control involves training it to be desensitized to touch. This will take some time and effort. Take it slowly, and in steps. Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

Lara breathed in deeply through her nose and then took Dave deeper, her head lowering as she relaxed her throat around his invading length. Lara continued to take Dave deeper, inch after inch, until she felt the head of his cock pressing insistently against the entrance to her throat.

“When you feel their cock hitting the back of your throat, pause. Take your time. Breathe slowly until you are ready. When you know you are fully relaxed, only then do you try to swallow. Imagine your throat as a tunnel, and their cock sliding smoothly through it.”

She paused and taking her own advice, she pulled back slightly and took another deep breath, knowing she wouldn’t be able to in a moment. Then she swallowed, feeling Dave's cock sliding past the tight ring of muscle and into the warm and massaging embrace of her throat.

“Fuck!” Dave moaned loudly as he felt himself bottom out.

“If you’ve made it this far, well done. You're doing beautifully. Now start to bob your head, letting them enjoy each movement.”

Lara began to move. Dave watched her head bob slowly and rhythmically as she took him. With each downstroke, her nose pressed against his pelvis.

“Use your hands to enhance the sensation. Stroke what you can't take into your mouth. Keep the rhythm, keep the pace.”

Lara could take all of him but she backed off a couple of inches to follow along with the audio and wrapped her hands around the base of Dave's cock, stroking and squeezing in time with the movement of her mouth, her fingers dancing along his shaft as she pleasured him.

“Remember to breathe when you can. Focus on the sensation, the feeling of their cock pulsing and throbbing in your throat. It's a powerful thing, to have such control over someone's pleasure.”

Lara focused on the feeling of Dave's cock twitching and jumping in her throat, the sensation of his smooth flesh sliding in and out of the wet heat of her mouth. She could feel his arousal building, his hips starting to buck slightly as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.

“We mentioned before about the importance of eye contact. Well, it bears repeating here. Looking up at your partner as you take them deep, letting them see the desire and hunger in your eyes, is intensely erotic. The visual itself can often be enough to send them over the edge.”

Lara looked up at Dave with a lust-filled gaze. She could see the effect her ministrations were having on him, could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing in her mouth now. He was close.

“Swallowing his release is an essential part of the blowjob experience.”

Lara almost laughed at the serendipitous timing of the audio as she felt Dave tense up. Or at least, she would laugh if her mouth wasn’t full of cock.

Call me Cockstradamus. I have blowjob precognition apparently.

Dave's grip on Lara's hair tightened, his hips pumping erratically as he fucked up into her mouth.

“Fuck. I'm gonna.... fuck.... I'm gonna come, Lara. Swallow it. All of it. Every last drop,” he called out, his voice strained and a little ragged.

Lara heeded Dave’s warning and braced herself. Dave came, his cock pulsing and jerking as it erupted in the tight confines of Lara's mouth. She could feel the first hot splash of his cum hitting the back of her throat. The thick fluid coated her tongue and filled her mouth with its taste.

He really does taste good, she admitted reluctantly as she tasted and swallowed him.

Lara swallowed it down, her throat working rhythmically as she gulped and gulped, determined to take every drop of Dave's release for the benefit of the camera. He bucked and writhed as he emptied his balls into her. The audio continued.

“Seeing you swallow his come, taking every last drop down your throat is incredibly erotic and profoundly satisfying for your partner. Don't neglect this crucial step.”

Dave couldn’t agree more as he raised his head up off the pillow so he could watch her take his cum down her throat. She slowed as his orgasm waned. When he was finally spent, she languidly pulled back off of his dick and looked up at him.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Show him that your mouth his empty, that you swallowed him all. He’ll love it.”

Lara found this part a little degrading but followed her own instructions.

What a fucking whore, Dave thought as he watched her perform this debasing act.

“Next, lets move on to a new, more advanced position....” Lara reached over and paused the voice over on her phone.

“Great fucking job, Lara,” Dave said, sighing. He didn’t want to heap too much praise on her. He knew it was important to keep her humble but in that moment, he couldn’t help but be honest and tell her.

She’s a god damned cock sucking virtuoso.

Lara couldn’t help but feel pride. He had doubted her and she had proven herself. There was plenty of footage to work with, she thought. She’d be able to make a fine tutorial out of it with a bit of effort in front of the computer. She was about to suggest they wrap things up when she noticed Dave wasn’t deflating or softening. His glistening cock was still rock hard.

Dave was enjoying the sight, his cock still pointing up and away, towards Lara. He normally felt spent and satisfied at this point. Today, he felt different. Maybe it was the pill he had taken. Or maybe it was the sight of Lara on the bed. He wasn’t sure. But he was sure he felt powerful and strong in a way that he didn’t expect. He felt the urge to dominate the woman in front of him. And so he did.

He moved forward and grabbed her, laying her on her back.

“Dave, what the fuck?” Lara said, startled as she felt him manhandle her. He flipped her around with ease and dragged her so that she was on her back and upside down with her head dangling over the edge of the bed. He leaned forward and pressed play on her phone and then jammed his cock straight down her throat once more.

“....Laying back with your head hanging over the edge of the bed lets you take your partner deep without straining your neck or back. It's perfect for when your partner likes to be in control. Start to take them into your mouth. Relax your jaw and let your tongue fall slack as you do. Feel their cock slide along your tongue, hitting the back of your throat.”

Lara could hear her words but Dave wasn’t following along with the audio. He was pistoning in and out of her, fucking her face with reckless abandon.

She had panicked when he had grabbed her. Dave was far older than her and in terrible shape, but he was still a man. She had forgotten that. She had realized suddenly that he was much stronger than her, and had been terrified he had meant to fuck her. She wouldn’t have been able to stop him. She had almost felt relief when she realized what he had actually intended. He was being rough, not easing into it as the audio suggested but it was at least a position she had prepared for. She tried to relax and take him as she dangled upside down off the bed as he fucked her face.

“Remember, you control the depth. If you feel panicked or uncomfortable, tap out. But don't be afraid to push yourself a little, to see how deep you can take them.”

Yeah fucking right. I don’t control a thing here, she thought as she felt herself gag a little around his length.

“Take my cock, you fucking whore,” Dave said, overtaken by lust.

The **** of his thrusts was making her head bounce on the edge of the mattress. Drool began to leak from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down her cheeks and onto the rug below. It was very uncomfortable. But she also sensed something else.

The sensation of having her throat so thoroughly used, so violently invaded, sent a perverse thrill through Lara's body. She could barely breathe, could only gasp and **** around his pistoning length as he rutted into her face like a man possessed. It was somewhat debasing but part of her was being turned on by it. By being used. It shocked her. She was becoming wet.

Her eyes displayed a different kind of wetness, watering now from the intense, relentless fucking, tears streaming down her temples and into her hair. The room spun slightly as she struggled to focus. From her upside down position she could see the raw, animalistic lust in Dave's eyes as he fucked her face with wild abandon.

“You were built for this, made for this. It’s all you’re good for!” Dave growled.

The room filled with the mixed sounds of his grunting, along with the sound of his balls slapping against her face. However both were drowned out by the loud and repeated “gluck-glurk-glack-gluck” sound as he fucked into her throat.

“Allow your partner to enjoy your body from this position. Let his hands wander. Feel the sensuality rise as he explores you,” Lara’s voice continued through the phone speaker.

There was nothing sensual about it as Dave leaned forward with one hand and grabbed her left breast and squeezed hard. Lara felt him **** her tits painfully and just tried to bear it. He had both hands on her tits now as he thrust.

He did something next that she did not expect. One hand left her breasts and shot forward. He stuck two fingers deep inside her pussy and started to fuck her with his fingers.

“Ermph!” she moaned loudly around his dick as she felt his digits enter her. She was wet and slick. The sudden invasion sent a shock of pleasure through her body, her back arching off the bed as much as the position allowed. He pumped his fingers in and out of her at a brutal pace, matching the frenzied rhythm of his hips.

Suddenly, his head was between her legs, his mouth latching onto her dripping sex with a hunger that matched the ferocity of his face fucking.

Lara moaned again, the sound muffled and distorted as Dave began to eat her out with a fervour that bordered on manic. His tongue plunged into her. She could feel her climax approaching, her walls clenching desperately around the invading muscle of his tongue as he continued to fuck her face from this unorthodox sixty-nine position.

With a final, brutal thrust of his fingers and a hard suck on her clit, Lara came undone. Her sex clamped down viciously around Dave's hand as she screamed her release, her body convulsing and shaking as a mind-shattering orgasm ripped through her.

At nearly the same instant, Lara felt Dave unload his second orgasm of the session, the hot, thick spurts of Dave's cum shooting down her throat, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he found his own explosive climax. She gulped and swallowed as much as she could while still spasming from her own orgasm. Dave groaned as he emptied the last of himself into her.

As they both came down from their incredible release, Lara went limp on the bed, her body spent. She could feel Dave's release leaking from the corners of her mouth, mixed with her own saliva and drool.

She was a mess. She knew it. Her hair was dishevelled. Her makeup was ruined and smeared and her throat felt sore from the brutal face-fucking. She looked over at Dave, hunched over the bed and out of breath. His dick was finally starting to soften, but not by much. Her earlier suspicions about his taking an enhancement of some sort were confirmed.

Lara reached out for her phone. At some point, one of them must have accidentally pressed the pause button with a flailing limb as it had already been stopped. Not the video recording though. That had captured the entire event. Lara pondered if she could use some of it. She’d have to edit it heavily and record some new, rougher, audio to go along with it. But that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, she needed to have words with Dave. Strong words.

“Dave,” she said. He continued breathing hard and ignoring her.

“Dave, look at me,” she said, her voice strengthening with resolve. He looked up at her this time.

“Don’t ever fucking do that again,” she said, darkly.

“Listen, Lara....” he started but she cut him off.

“Don’t ‘listen Lara’ me. I mean it Dave. That was way over the line. I know you wanted to try that position, you mentioned it the other day. And I had recorded some audio to go along with it. But not like that. If you want to do something like that, you say it and we discuss it. And ease into it. If you ever put your hands on me like that again, I’ll knock you into next week. Don’t think I can’t do it, you’ve seen me lay out a customer before,” Lara said, trying to portray a confidence she didn’t feel.

Frankly, she knew she couldn’t take him. His strength had frightened her. It still did. But she had to exude a steely confidence. She couldn’t let this happen again.

Fuck. She’s hopping mad, he thought as she stared daggers at him. He had skipped steps in his plan. He had a carefully constructed plan for her and had gotten worked up and ignored it. This was supposed to come later and he had forgotten himself in his lust. He was in danger of having her walk. He couldn’t let that happen.

Time for simp mode.

“Message received, Lara. I got carried away. It won’t happen again,” he said, apologetically.

“It had better not,” she replied back.

“You just looked so fucking sexy, I couldn’t resist. But you are right, communication is important as you said so astutely in your audio. I am a modern man, I know better. Consent, consent, consent,” he said holding up a finger, laying his act on thick.

“Yes, well.... exactly. Next time, we discuss things first,” she said sternly.

Next time? Oh, well done you sly dog, you. She isn’t walking, she’s thinking of next time.

“I mean, you came at least, right? There’s no way you faked that,” Dave said, knowingly.

“Well, yeah it felt okay. It was decent,” she said, lying. She had come hard. Still, she needed to keep up with her admonishment. “You don’t just jam them in Dave, for fuck sake. You ever hear of foreplay?”

You were as wet as a water park, you little liar, he thought to himself. But he didn’t say that.

“True, true. Still, we got you there in spite of that,” he said, smiling a little. “But you’re right, and of course more consent! For sure.”

Lara was still mad at him but relieved that he knew he had fucked up. But mixed with her anger though was a sense of relief. She had felt it earlier. Relief that he hadn’t held her down and fucked her. The idea made her uncomfortable with the mixed range of emotions it brought up. Some of them she would struggle to admit to herself. She felt a flutter as she imagined Dave forcefully taking her from behind. She decided to not dwell on it and put it out of her mind.

“At least we can use some of it. I’ll have to amend the recording, obviously. And edit out your awful porn dialogue. I mean, really Dave, that was some awful crap,” she said rolling her eyes while trying to lighten the mood a little.

That wasn’t for effect. I meant every word, Dave thought. “Hey, the classics from my era are filled with stuff like that. The older guys and gals will love it!” he said, now grinning at her.

“Maybe but any modern woman who hears that is going to switch off,” she said as she started to get dressed while taking off the tiny mask.

“Well, you are the master editor, sweetheart. Do as you see fit,” he said, still trying to butter her up after his over-exuberance. Lara coughed a little as she examined each camera, making sure they had all stopped and saved their footage.

I need a fucking lozenge or something after that.

“Well, I think we both deserve to relax after that. Take tomorrow off. I’ll still pay you the basic rate. Take some “me” time. Relax. Work on the video if you feel like it,” Dave said, doing his impression of a boss who cared.

Okay, he does feel bad. A day off? And still getting paid? Fuck yes. I’ll take it.

“Yeah, okay. That sounds good. Thanks Dave,” she said, now fully dressed and taking the SD cards out of each camera.

“No problem, sweetheart,” he said as Lara left the studio.

Dave knew he had to be more careful. That had been dangerous. He’d gotten away with it but he might not next time.

He would make Lara his willing whore. It was inevitable. He knew his game plan was effective. He just had to execute it. She’d be begging him for his cock by the time he was done with her.

But you don’t stick the frog into the boiling water. You heat it up. Slowly. If you do it right, it won’t even realize it is being cooked. Lara was at a simmer. He just needed to adjust the heat slowly. To do that, he needed his wits about him.

Better cut back on my little blue helpers.