They might need more convincing.

I lay on my side on the mattress in the back of the van, nursing one of my semen bottles. I decided to call my invention the “Cuma, Cuma, Cuma, Cuma, Cuma-Convenience” but quickly abandoned the idea, the name was too long, and I doubt anyone would get the reference. If I shortened it to the “6C”, it would be easier to say and sound like “sexy”… No, that’s dumb. My cum-starved succubus brain must have lost some brain cells during my “near second **** experience” after that last fight.

As I thought about dumb things, I noticed that Paul was lying across from me, staring right at my mouth. I started to lick the rim of the bottle suggestively. His eyes widened. I smiled and licked the entire bottle from the base up to the “tip”. He leaned forward ever so slightly; I then slowly took the bottle into my mouth, deepthroating it. I saw a tent pitching in his trousers. I noticed that Davey, who was now in the passenger seat, was still sleeping. His sister, Amy, was driving us to their mother’s residence. She DID NOT look back into the van. It seemed she was scared to look at me.

Davey had moved to the front of the van for his nap, Paul offered to switch places with him so he could sleep back here on the mattress, but he refused. He said that he didn’t want to be asleep near me. I didn’t feel any guilt, but Paul did after finding out that Davey carried him all the way from the public bathroom to the car park due to him passing out. Before Davey fell asleep, I had convinced him, his sister and his sister’s boyfriend of a few things.

1. If they try to run away from me, I will kill them, plus Davey and Amy’s mother.
2. If they try to turn me in to the police or anyone else, I will kill them, plus Davey and Amy’s mother.
3. Even if they do escape me, the police will not believe they had nothing to do with the deaths of four officers and an innocent woman.
4. If they serve me, I will reward them.

I told them that I would guarantee them immense riches, power and sex. I’m not sure if they believed me on point 4, but I’m damn sure they believe me on points 1-3. We are going to their mother’s because they are known to the police, and their places are most likely being watched. I asked why their mother’s would be any better, but Davey said she owned an illegal brothel, she secretly recorded high profile people, politicians, police etc. So thanks to the ****, the police ordered no one under any circumstance to mess with her or the brothel. That won’t last for long but should give us some time.

Apparently, Davey and his crew ran the street girls in low-income areas; their mum ran the brothel out of a high-end hotel. The girls rent out the rooms and either pick up clients in the bar or “book” them through their own website. The mother owns the hotel, and her lawyers help the girls set up their escorting businesses. All legal, but the girls pay a highly marked up price to rent the hotel rooms. The mother only rents out rooms to the girls she help set up as escorts. The mother only makes money through the hotel rooms, and the girls get the money from escort services and “tips”. Or from the private soliciting they do in the bar/rooms for walk-ins.

All the rooms have cameras and microphones that are clearly stated in the paperwork for the rooms. But only the girls see that, not the clients. It is still illegal to allow soliciting on your property, but the **** keeps the police away. The girls are okay paying the very high room cost due to the access to the wealthy clients and the security offered by hotel and hotel staff. Plus, all the money they make is their own.

I asked Davey why he was out risking his freedom pimping girls in the street, and he said, “We might not look it, but me and Amy come from money. Our mum got the “hotel”, and we got everything we needed or wanted growing up. But I wanted to make my own money, and so did Amy. Paul is poor, though. It’s life or **** for him; he can’t get many jobs with his condition and lack of schooling.”

He stopped speaking when I asked if his mother was a former whore. The trio didn’t object when I said the plan was to get our bearings at this “hotel” and then sneak out of the country to the Netherlands. Well, Amy didn’t say anything to me, but I assume she is cool with it. Since Amy is too scared of me to look in our direction and Davey is asleep, I crawled over to Paul. He tried backing up but was trapped in the back with me; I rubbed his thighs and whispered in his ear, “Your girlfriend is preoccupied with the road.” I started licking his ear as I put my hand down his pants. “You’re a naughty boy. First, you throat fuck me in the public toilets, then you get hard watching me drink your cum from a bottle… and with your girlfriend right there. And I just finished my last bottle.”

He started to moan and squirm as I licked his ear while jacking him off under his pants. “Shhh!” I whispered, “She’ll hear you….” He was sitting on the mattress with his back up against the wall of the van. I was on my knees between his legs with my right hand jacking him off, and my left was running through his hair, still pressing my body up against him to lick and whisper into his left ear. I could see him quickly darting his vison between my hand, jacking his cock and the back of Amy’s head sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Don’t worry, just keep quiet and let me do all the HARD work” I gripped his cock as I whispered, “HARD”. I stealthily pulled his trousers and underpants down to his knees. My current outfit was black stilettos, black stockings, a purple mini-skirt, a red corset and a black leather jacket. The mini-skirt with no panties gave his cock direct access to my pussy as I slowly lowered onto it. As I sat facing away from him in the lap dance position, I caressed his cheek with my right hand, and I turned my head and kissed him.

I could hear him quietly gasp as I picked up speed, going up and down, grinding on his dick. I kept speeding up as I kissed him; we were making a fair amount of noise. I glanced towards Amy whilst still kissing Paul. Our eyes met via the rear-view mirror. Paul didn’t notice. I quickened even more. Then I started to moan softly into Paul’s mouth. Amy had tears in her eyes; she clearly was too scared of me to protest. Fuck it! Dropping the act.

“Paul! Fuck me!” I screamed as I turned my head away and arched forward, slamming my ass up and down Paul’s lap. Amy still didn’t say anything but kept staring at me with teary eyes. “Amy, I-I-I…!” “Paul! Ah-Ah Fuck Me...! AHHH! Amy! Ah! Eyes on the road! Ah! Fuck!!!” Paul grabbed my hips and started thrusting back. “Amy! I’m sorry!” He started crying too. “What the fuck is happening!” Davey woke up; he turned to us then to Amy, who was visibly shaking. “Jesus! Amy, just pull over!”

I keep riding Paul as the van pulled over into a nearby alleyway. I was having so much fun. I discovered a new ability. Not only could I make men extremely aroused and draw out insane amounts of cum, but I could also stop them from cumming whilst still keeping them aroused and rock hard. “FUCK! FUCKKK!” Paul was clearly in pain from this, slamming me down trying to cum. All whist he was crying as his girlfriend stared in horror at his face, her own with tears rolling down. Davey climbed over the passenger seat into the back. “What the fuck, get off him. My sister is watching!” “AH-HA-AHHHH!” I laughed whilst getting rammed. “So, oh ah, it’s okay for him… ah! To cheat on her as long… fuck, as she isn’t watching! OHHHH!” I reached out and started rubbing his cock through his trousers. “What the fuck are you thinking” He slapped my hand away, “tut-tut-tut! You play along, ah! Or I tell her, OH! Fuck! What you… dream about!!!!” I leaned my head back and started cumming as I threatened to expose his dirty little secret, rubbing my left cheek on Paul's right.

He looked shocked and horrified. After I came, I stood up and flung the back doors of the van open, turning back to the trio, “All three of you come out right now! It’s too cramped in there.”