Deserve

What if Maria saw us right now?

Well, in all honesty, maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. I could tell her that Sophie broke her leg and had to crawl or something. It wasn’t like she was nude or something.

So, yes, I was taking a risk, but it was an acceptable risk. Every point matters.

Thankfully, no nightmare scenarios came to pass. Our journey to the supply closet was uneventful. Nobody saw us. I hope.

I pressed the remote in my pants just to make sure Gloria wasn’t spying on us from some corner. …Nothing happened. No buzzing sound anywhere. Either she wasn’t at work yet, or… nah, she wouldn’t dare to remove the plug herself.

I watched the humiliated writer crawling on her hands and knees after me into the closet. She didn’t hesitate getting in. I’m sure it was much more preferrable than staying where anybody could have seen her in that position.

Before closing the door, I saw something that almost made me laugh. There was a clear trail of pussyjuice droplets on the hallway marking Sophie’s path.

She really was like a snail now.

Then I closed the door.

Then… It was just the two of us.

I kicked the boxes in the bottom shelf just to make sure Gloria wasn’t here. Apparently not.

Sophie was sitting down now, looking up at me with that same look of desperation.

She really was, like without a doubt, ****.

She had already gone into a spiral of humiliation trying to chase that elusive orgasm.

Some odd part of me told me that this desperation was more than just the two weeks for her. Her eyes signaled that to me like… She hadn’t cum properly in a year, at least.

I had the ability to fix that now. And she knew it.

Despite that, she had the audacity to open her mouth.

“Um… Can… I speak now?”

I sighed very loudly. “That’s one minus point for you. But go ahead.”

“Mi-Minus point?”

“Never mind that. I said go ahead. Talk.”

“Okay… Uh… What you… said over there was really, really horrible. And sounded really, really sadistic. I think you need to apologize.”

Despite groveling after me, here, in this closet, with the hope of getting some cock… She still believed she had some dignity in her. What a delusional bitch.

Let’s give her a dose of reality.

“Okay then. I’m sorry I promised to fuck you. I’ll never do that again.”

With that, I was ready to make my theatrical exit from the closet. But I barely managed to even turn around, before she was desperately trying to fix her words.

“No, no! Not that part! The… the… IQ and… whore stuff…”

“Yeah, well, they’re all connected. So I’m sorry if I lead you on, I-“

“No no no! I… I… I didn’t mean it like that, I…”

“Wait… So do you want me to fuck you or not?”

She swallowed, then nodded a few times.

I guess that was her pride she swallowed there.

“Huh…” I continued, “Well what you just said was quite arrogant then. I think you should apologize.”

And just like that, the situation was fully reversed.

Sophie didn’t have the mental fortitude to bask in the irony. She was still sweating bullets over her increasing lust.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” (SOPHIE: +4SP) (+44SP)

Her hot little body was sending off so many pheromones now… It wasn’t easy for me not to just grab her by the neck and start stuffing her. That’s what Little Jack wanted desperately.

But… I felt like Sophie should be a different sort of project for me.

I mean she was pretty much the only one out of the core group of my bitches I hadn’t fucked yet.

I’d hate to lose something that special so easily.

Out of all the women in my life, she was probably the most dismissive one. She barely knew I was alive all these years, even though we shared a room for who knows how long.

So… Now that she wanted access to my cock… All of a sudden I mattered. And she expected me to just grant it to her?

Fuck no.

I wanted to see her work for it.

Work her ass off.

“Why do you think you deserve my cock?”

“Wh-What?”

“Stop saying “what”, and answer the fucking question.”

She had to think about it for a little while.

“I… I don’t think I quite understand…”

“It’s very fucking easy. Why in the world do you think you deserve to be fucked by my huge cock?”

She looked so confused. Like there was something weird about my question.

Or maybe she was mentally stuck on the “huge”-part.

Not that I needed to remind her that my cock was, in fact, huge. I’m sure the clip of me fucking Lana’s head with it kept running through her head.

I stayed silent. She should come up with an answer herself.

“Like… Honestly… I still don’t know what you mean. This… This type of talk isn’t turning me on, if… if that’s what you think. Can’t we just… you know?”

She still wasn’t getting it.

This wasn’t a negotiation.

“Okay. Another minus point for you. In fact two. For being so rude just a minute ago. I don’t feel like fucking you anymore. Not unless you can tell me why.”

This time my theatrical exit got a little further. I almost opened the door, before I could hear her start pleading.

“I… I need to be fucked! I… Really do, okay? And… And I need to… cum. I… I need you for that. So… please, don’t leave, just… can we just?” (SOPHIE: +4SP) (+48SP)

The desperation in her eyes grew. This time there was even a feeble attempt at a smile.

Like flirting would help her now.

“That is not an answer. Your need to get fucked does not mean you deserve to be fucked. You need to think about it some more.”

Seems like that blew the last fuse in Sophie’s gearbox.

The smile disappeared and was replaced by unfiltered anger.

“Deserve deserve deserve… Oh for fuck’s sake… Why are you acting like the king of orgasms or something? Why are you being such an overbearing, holier-than-thou pri-“

SLAP! SLAP!

Wow. A rare double slap. Seems like she managed to get two insults in there, so her hands decided to punish her twice. One per cheek.

“owowow…”

“Well, Sophers. Seems like you are never going to get it, will you? Even though your body keeps punishing you, you still try to insult me. Even though I ask you multiple times to tell me what you have done to deserve a fucking, you avoid the answer. This is going nowhere.”

This time I managed to open the door. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if this was the end of this discussion or not. Maybe she still needed to come to terms with how **** she was.

Key point in negotiating: Always be ready to leave the table. For real.

That way-

Oh.

Seems like this session wasn’t over after all.

She had thrown herself at my feet, with her hands around my left ankle.

“D… Don’t go! I’ll answer! Please! Close the door!”

I gave another exaggerated sigh and closed the door once again.

Then I looked at her. Expectingly.

Seems like she didn’t have a clear answer in her head yet, and just wanted to stop me first.

“I… I… I deserve to be fucked… because… well, I’m pretty hot?” (SOPHIE: +1SP) (+49SP)

I rolled my eyes. She panicked again.

“Okay okay! Fine fine! That’s not really… deserving, right? Um… I… I…”

She was really thinking now.

“I deserve it… because I always do a good job? I write good articles?”

“That’s nice. Maybe you can get Gretchen or Maria to fuck you then. I don’t give a shit about that. Dig deeper.”

Yes. To deserve a fucking by me… you needed to have done things for MY BENEFIT.

She probably now considered saying something like “I’m always nice to you” or “I always help you”… But both of us knew that would be a lie.

And the sad thing was… Those were the only correct choices.

Doing one of those would have given her the privilege of fucking me. But… She had never done anything like that.

So there was no right answer.

No matter how long she thought about it.

“I… I… could’ve… made a harassment claim about what you did to Lana… But didn’t? That’s good, right?”

Seriously? How deep did she want to dig herself?

My disgusted face was more than confirmation that it was another miss.

“I-I-I just… I’m trying to but…” she sputtered desperately.

“…But you’ve never done a good deed to justify me helping you now?”

A small silence.

Then… a very small nod.

Now we were getting somewhere.

“So, therefore the answer is… tell me now…” I lead her.

There was a small, sad sniffle.

“…I… d-don’t… deserve… it.” (SOPHIE: +3SP) (+52SP)

Wow.

I think I just made more headway with her than any psychologist could.

“Okay. Finally,” I patted her on the head like she was a dog. “You finally answered my question. And it only took like an eternity. Five more minus points there.”

“What minus-“

“So let’s go to the next phase. Now that we have established you don’t deserve to get fucked by me, what can you do to change my mind?”

Silence.

Did she wait for me to continue?

“Answer me.”

“Oh… I…” she looked around, furiously thinking what her next move should be.

But it was fairly obvious, and she miraculously got there this time.

“I… can get… naked?” (SOPHIE: +1SP) (+53SP)

“That’s a good start. Go.”

So, Sophie finally got up and began slowly removing each article of clothing. (SOPHIE: +3SP) (+56SP)

I could’ve made this more embarrassing for her, like playing stripper music or something, but I already did that yesterday with Anna-Marie. Too much repetition.

So off came the jacket, then the blouse, then the skirt, then her high heels… And now she just stood there. In her lacy, black underwear.

For some reason all the women always stopped at this point, somehow always needing my confirmation to go further.

So I nodded.

After both of those garments came off, there was the usual “hiding your sex parts with your hands phase”, that I hated. Then again, it was sort of nice that they were still so embarrassed about standing completely nude in front of me. I should enjoy that while it lasts.

I shook my head, and she understood to remove her hands from blocking my view.

Nice stuff.

Her body was lean, tanned, hot and sweaty. Her pussy was so moist and tight-looking. And her tits… Were probably B, but still the whole package was definitely fuck-worthy. What am I kidding, three weeks ago I would’ve given my left nut to fuck her.

She was fucking gorgeous. Why aren’t the women working here actual models? I mean they easily could be.

…Or should I say, will be…

But let’s not jump too far ahead.

This nude humiliated bitch stood in front of me, ready to be defiled and humiliated further.

I wasn’t nearly ready, though.

“Okay. So now you’re naked. Do you think that’s enough?”

I’m not sure how well she heard my question, it was clear her lust had grown considerably ever since she had bared her whole naked body to me. She was breathing so hard it was like she just ran a marathon. She was so DTF it was unbelievable.

But I guess she did hear my question, because next she dutifully kneeled down once again. This time… her hands reached for my zipper.

I slapped them off.

This was still way too easy for her.

“No. Tell me. What should you do next?”

She thought about it, the little that she could work her brain in that state.

“Ask… Ask permission?”

“Not really. Same ballpark. Think more humiliating.”

“W-What?”

I stayed mute. I wanted her to figure this out for herself. After ten seconds… She did.

“Do… Do you want… me to… beg?”

God. Finally.

I smiled and nodded.

This was going to be good.

“Pl.. Please sir… Please can you… let me… Suck your dick?”

Her voice was… kinda normal.

She wasn’t really getting into this yet.

I might have to direct her a little bit.

“Bow down. Like you were praising your God or something.”

She probably thought it wouldn’t be possible for her to get shocked at this point, but she did.

And she wanted to voice some protestations. But that would’ve been pointless. At least she had learned that.

She let out one nervous cough, and then slowly prostrated her nude body in front of me. (SOPHIE: +5SP) (+61SP)

Bowing. Praying to me like I was a God.

I really enjoyed this feeling.

Still, she remained silent. Like doing this was enough or something.

“Beg.”

Another nervous cough.

“Pl… Please… sir… can you…. In your in- infinite wisdom… please.. f-fuck this wort- worthless whore?” (SOPHIE: +4SP) (+65SP)

…

Okay, now she was getting into it.

Perhaps the new position helped her see things from a new perspective.

So… this was good enough, right?

Had she deserved the privilege of my fucking?

…

Fuck no!

Just by crouching down and saying some words?

No!

I wanted more!

It’s just that… what was that “more”?

Did I have any ideas?

…

Oh…

That would be… so fucking devilish.

Evil even.

…

She might turn it down. It would be fucking intense.

…

But I won’t get many more chances to do this right. Did I want to do this in the future, when she was already broken down? Or right now, when she still had some fight in her?

…

Yeah, no question. It was evil, yes, but also incredibly fun. For me.

I’d do it.

“Very good Sophers. But you haven’t proven yourself yet. Wait a little bit. I’ll return soon.”

She lifted her head just a little bit, just enough to see me exit the room.

I went straight to the writer’s room.

I opened the door in such haste that Lana stood up in shock.

“H-hi!” she tried greeting, once the shock was over.

Ulla was here too, but she refused to even look at me.

Fine. I’ll deal with her very soon.

But now, I needed only Lana. And my printer.