Home invasion

Brand made no move to give Vanessa back her keys, and so she pointed out her own housekey to him. Inside, he whistled appreciatively.

Vanessa's house wasn't huge, but it was quite big considering that she was the only person living there since her only child, her daughter, went off to college. With two floors and a finished basement it was spacious enough for a single large family, and elegantly decorated - the rooms were filled without being cluttered, coordinated while still being livable. The majority of the walls were white but it wasn't colorless - where the floor wasn't wooden the carpeting was a bold maroon-purple on the first floor. The running joke among the occasional friends, family, or business acquaintances that she hosted over at her place was that the carpet wouldn't show up red wine if it was spilled.

"Yeah, nice, we can make this work."

'We'. Brand was speaking like they were a couple moving in to a new house, rather than a single brutish man invading Vanessa's space, a place that she had lived in for over a decade.

"Brand," Vanessa cleared her throat, trying to get his attention. She was ignored. Brand started wandering, poking his head around the corners, walking through rooms, purposelessly jiggling door handles.

"Brand," Vanessa said a little more forcefully, gritting her teeth. She refused to chase him around, but with him ignoring her... he was like a dog scouting and establishing his territory. It was hers, god dammit! Vanessa followed him, just a bit, and found him doing calf stretches against the wall. Probably leaving handprints on it, besides. Vanessa opened her mouth, but Brand strode off with his long legs. Vanessa started to go after him again, but thought better of it. She had already decided that she wasn't to chase him. She would have time to talk when he was ready.

When he was ready. Him. Not Vanessa. Not even here, in her space. She waited on him. His ability to assert control over her, both physically and in lesser, social ways... it was absolutely infuriating. Worst of all, the more she fought, the more he smiled. On the inside or out on his stupid, smug face.

Vanessa stood in the entryway, and then sighed when Brand sprinted upstairs. She sat down. Maybe now would be a good time to start researching lawyers, while Brand was distracted. Maybe put out a feeler. Just in case things got -

"What's for dinner?!" Brand called down to Vanessa.

An opening. A shitty one, but it was a line of conversation.

"I need to talk with you about that!"

Brand's footsteps came down the stairs. Slowly. The shift in his movement... an intimidation tactic. Then, everything he did was an intimidation tactic, with the position he had Vanessa in, and the way he was using his hold over her.

Vanessa stood up from the dining room table. Brand was looking at her, eyebrows slightly raised, gray eyes calm.

"Oh?"

"Brand, you came to me because you wanted something, something that I have to give." Vanessa took a deep breath, and parted her blazer, slipping it off onto the floor. She let her shirt hang loose, revealing a verticle strip of her dark-skinned torso, her collarbones to her cleavage and down to her belly button.

Brand was silent, eyeing down her body, down her legs, then back up to her face. His expression was still mild. Too mild, but he was listening. Vanessa took it as a sign to continue, "Turning me in does you no good, Brand. Not in the way that you want. You've already established what you do best. You're not the corporate police, and although you may score some points for turning me in, you'd also make people wary. You'd be dangerous, and not the kind of dangerous that people like."

Vanessa reached around back, and unclasped her bra. She took one arm out, and replaced it in her shirt sleeve. Then the other. She took her time. She revealed her heavy, bouncy breasts, and nipples, and dropped her bra on the floor. She covered herself back up with her blouse, but left the middle open, barely revealing the dark inside edge of her aureolas.

"I don't know where you got your information, whether you bribed somebody," Vanessa's bastard ex, "Or you just tracked it down yourself. But we both know it took effort to dig up." Submitting to Brand hadn't worked yet... but it had to. She had her words now. She was finally able to speak her piece. She was correct. She was logical. And... she was sexy. She had to be, as disgusting as it was.

Brand took a step toward her. She was reeling him in. Brains, and sex. He had been talking to her like she was his girlfriend since getting to the garage, well it was time to give him the girlfriend experience. Within limits. Limits that she could live with. Until she could figure out how to get him by the balls.

"I can give you what you want, Brand, but I'm not your plaything. You've been pushing your end too far. A girl can only take so much." Vanessa ran her fingers down the edge of her blouse, revealing one side, tucking it back and around to reveal a half of her chest.

"If you want what I have, you've got to meet me halfway."

Brand nodded slowly, "So you'd let me turn you in?"

He fished in his pocket for a moment, started entering the password to his phone.

Vanessa didn't object. She lifted her skirt, revealing her chocolate thighs.

"If that's what it takes. Yes, Brand. I'll say no to you. I'll end this, and deal with the consequences." God, how she hoped Brand wouldn't call her bluff. But it had to be this way. It was brinkmanship - if she couldn't push it to the edge, if she couldn't make like she would live with the legal consequences of her actions, then he would have all the power. She had experienced a taste of what he would do with that power, and it was far too much.

Brand was a businessman, it was never all or nothing. They both knew the game, she just had to play better, harder, more dangerously than she had been. She wasn't off balance now. His cock wasn't shoved down her throat. She had to get something back from him, some piece of the rope to tug on, however small.

"Hi this is Brand Barrington. Could you transfer me to Legal, if there's anyone still in?" Brand covered the bottom of his phone, "They're putting me on hold. Sounds like most of the team is there," he whispered, winking and smiling. It wouldn't work this time.

Faced with the greatest potential disaster of her life, Vanessa kept her face neutral and calm. "So you'd turn me in? Right here? Surely you'd at least get a taste of this first... some dinner and a night with me? It's free sex, Brand, and a place to stay. It's right in front of you. You don't even have a car here. What's the sense in quitting now... tonight?" She lifted her skirt higher, and hooked her thumbs around the elastic band of her panties. For the second time in an hour, she was nearly topless, and dropping her panties in front of the worst white man she had ever met - in a long line of creeps, sexists, bigots, and outright misogynists. Preparing to get screwed by him, figuratively and all too literally. Vanessa didn't hesitate. Her panties hit the floor, and she stepped out of them before pulling her skirt back down.

"Hi, Tom?" Brand eyed Vanessa's face. They both knew who Tom was. Vanessa revealed her other breast. "Yeah, this is Brand Barrington. I was just calling to report a very serious legal matter to you..." God help her, Vanessa waggled her tits, letting them flop back and forth, smacking into each other, into her.

"...Your wife is a fucking babe." The sense of relief Vanessa got was a cool wave over her hot, dark skin. She actually smiled at Brand, almost laughed at his ridiculously stupid male line. Some kind of chatter on the other end... Brand laughed, "Man! Seriously! I can't get her out of my head. I'm masturbating to her facebook right now." More chatter on the other end. Men. A purely biological reaction of giddiness was washing over Vanessa - endorphin, or dopamine, or whatever, created by the release of enough stress to floor her.

"Nah, man, she's a good girl, you've got nothing to worry about. She'd cut off my dick and mail it to you in a box if I tried. I'm just fucking with you." More chatter. Laughing. If Vanessa wasn't giddy on her own high she would be sick at this macho bullshit. She should be sick, she had just sold herself for the night, with no assurance of tomorrow. But it was a victory. In terms of how her day had gone so far, it was a victory.

"Alright, no more facebook time with your wife, got it. Say, you've got a daughter right?"

Brand was looking at her. He was cracking up, but the humor didn't touch his eyes. Vanessa let her high come down, they both knew what had happened. "Hey, man, I get it. Light of your life, virgin 'til she's forty, the whole shebang. I'd be the same way. Don't worry, I got it, I don't want to end up with a .45 in me. More importantly I don't fuck with Legal." Brand's eyes looked pointedly at Vanessa.

"Yeah, man, let it be a wakeup call. Don't work too late, get home to your lady... alright. Yep. Yeah, definitely, we should. Alright..."

Brand hung up and dropped his phone on the ground. His expression... Vanessa's brain started whirling. Her next step... she was out of ideas. Dinner? Too slow. She didn't have options. She started lifting up her skirt.

Her head snapped back. She didn't see it coming, but somehow, she was on the floor.

It didn't hurt. Something should have hurt her, but she didn't know what, and... it didn't hurt.

But, if it didn't hurt, why were her hands raised in front of her face? Why was she cowering on her own dining room floor?

Her hair hurt when Brand grabbed her by it, and bent her over her own hardwood table. That, she felt.