THE CARROT

My arm was still a bit sore from the severe 10-minute spanking I had given Maria earlier. So, I guess right now, I wasn’t hankering to dish out more punishment on people.

Maybe I should try something different with Sophie? I mean… it could be interesting? Training her with pleasure instead of pain? I mean yeah, good training needs both, but… I wonder how far I could take this?

Yes… the more I pondered it, I could see all kinds of interesting scenes playing out in my head… This could be fun.

I chose route A and put the phone back in my pocket.

I hopped into the driving seat, and without exchanging any words with my two lovely captives, I got the car moving.

ANNA-MARIE

I was afraid to move an inch.

This fucking suit made such… disgusting squeaky noises when it was rubbing against the backseat of his car.

WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME?

First of all, the suit… Yeah, there was nothing I could do about that.

This fucking pervert had complete control over my wardrobe. For some reason. And I guess humiliating me brought him such pleasure.

That wasn’t the problem. Ever since Friday… Something weird was happening to my willpower. You know, the one thing that had gotten me through everything in my life. Through that grueling art school, getting this job over like a hundred other applicants…

I was the boss of my own life. I absolutely was.

The last thing I would ever do is let a man call the shots.

But here I was. And the man was none other than Jack fucking Dingle.

A hack writer who knew nothing about art or fashion. He should have been fired ages ago.

It. Made. No. Sense.

I should be able to get out of this car right now. Who cares if the whole world sees me wearing this. This suit and…

Oh God. My pussy was burning thinking about that. Ugh, not now! I mean… I guess I know that all my sexual fantasies involve having sex in public places…

But those situations were all romantic! And the guy was naked too! This was just… I didn’t want this kinda shit in reality!

My face was burning up more and more. I better think about something else.

Oh God. I touched my face.

I… never cleaned up after he came on me…. There was still…

No!

I wiped my face frantically. Did Lana see me with these dried up stains? Oh God. Oh God.

Nobody can ever know what happened between me and Jack. Did I really actually suck his cock? Oh God. Oh God.

I felt so helpless. Like a baby. How did he do all this? I mean I could at least understand Friday. That was all for art. This was… just…

All weekend I thought there was something wrong with me. I let him get away with too much. And today confirmed it. Like my old personality was slipping away for some reason.

Or so I thought. Until those three assholes began harassing me outside the car.

Somehow, that feeling of powerlessness, just disappeared. I could shout at them. Call them motherfuckers. And even kick them in the crotch if it came to that.

But the moment I saw Jack’s face again… My willpower left me.

Just the though of kicking Jack in the crotch… It felt so fucking scary. Like putting your head in a lion’s mouth. But… why? He was just… a normal guy, right?

Was he a manipulative genius? But… him? He was the most loserish loser I had ever seen in my life! How was he doing all of this?

Why was this… asshole taking us to his apartment in the first place?

I touched my face all over… I think I got all of it. Hopefully.

I had to say something to Lana, who was sitting next to me. This silence was killing me. I mean we had worked together for a long time. She needed an explanation for my suit.

“Lana…” I muttered quietly. She turned her head to me. “Umh, yeah… So, in case you’re wondering… I’m wearing this suit as a sort of protest… I’m trying to raise awareness against the type of objectification that men do to women… I guess you could call it an art statement.”

I could hear Jack snickering on the front seat. Fuck him.

“Don’t bother,” Lana stated coldly and turned her head away.

What the fuck?

I felt like I was starting to lose my mind.

LANA

…

More competition, huh?

…

Fine.

I made up my mind.

I could make him forget about Gretchen. After all, she turned out be nothing but a submissive airhead.

Sophie was clearly a freak. No way would he be able to stand her for very long.

What about Gloria? That reaction… It wasn’t just shock, it was some deep disappointment… At this point, would that be so hard to believe? That he had dipped his dick into her as well?

If so, she was nothing. Just a pampered little baby. I’ll outlast her easily.

And this whore next to me? Please.

I was easily the hotter redhead.

And I had been with him longer. I knew him better.

I… loved him better.

Yes. Love.

This had to be love. It was the only thing that made any sense at this point.

I loved him madly.

I loved him to the point of complete self-destruction.

So I’ll bear with Anna-Marie for a while.

And once he realizes that the only woman he ever needed was right here next to him… I’ll still be there.

Fine. I’ll prove it to him.

I can be a better **** than any of these bitches.

JACK

After that snide comment from Lana, the two women kept quiet for the rest of the journey. Which wasn’t that long anyway. Having a car really made my commute much more bearable. I should’ve snatched this thing over a week ago.

Hmm. Although. I guess it would be an issue if somebody realized this was Gretchen’s car and saw me driving it around.

Like if Maria still had people following my moves.

But did she? I mean, that awful day was a week ago, and I hadn’t seen one suspicious person tailing me anywhere.

I was getting more lax about the possibility of being followed. Which wasn’t good. I was leaving myself more and more open. And I was taking more and more stupid chances.

Fine. I’ll at least park this car a few blocks away from my house.

And I did. I ordered the two ginger dreamboats to follow me as we sneaked into my house, using the backdoor.

I think both of them sensed that I was being very wary, looking around shiftily. Though neither of them could bring themselves to question me about it.

Finally, we were back in my apartment.

I closed the door and eyed my catch.

Anna-Marie was shifting from one foot to another. She was very nervous. Whatever I was planning here, she wanted it done with. Quickly.

Lana was… a lot calmer. She truly took in her surroundings. Which was pretty easy, I guess, since my apartment was small enough to be seen completely from the spot she was standing in.

All except my closet. The door was closed. With that… thing I ordered… inside.

Lana raised her hand.

Wait… she couldn’t… Was she really asking for permission to speak?

That was… adorable.

“Speak,” I ordered.

“You… have a lovely apartment, master.”

…

That certainly was… unexpected.

For all of us. Anna-Marie’s reaction was very visible. Actual horror. Her mouth was agape.

Yeah. She heard correct. Lana called me master. And she did it with a smile.

I didn’t order Lana to do so. She did it voluntarily. In front of a work colleague who wasn’t aware of our relationship yet.

Not only that but raising her hand to speak… This was not Lana.

For one reason or another, she was putting on an act.

Or was she just trying to please me?

Fuck. This got complicated fast.

Lana didn’t stop smiling. But it wasn’t a natural smile. It was a **** one.

“W-What did you… call him?” Anna-Marie stuttered.

“Both of you, shut up. I brought you here for a reason.”

Whatever was going on with Lana had to be put on hold. There was important business we needed to take care of.

I needed both of them in my plan to take down Maria.

I walked in front of them, looking them up and down. Like a drill sergeant.

Damn. My two sexy redheaded soldiers. And I was about to give them their orders.

In fact… That sounded kinda fun.

“TEN-HUT!” I suddenly shouted.

They cowered at my sudden increase of volume, but Lana got the gist faster.

She straightened up her posture, and stood in attention like a soldier.

Which made her lovely tits stand out more pronouncedly.

Anna-Marie looked between me and Lana for a while, not sure if and why she should do that also. One mean look from me got her to make up her mind.

Now both of them stood in attention. Legs together, arms at their sides. (ANNA-MARIE: +1SP) (+86SP) Chests thrust forward.

It felt like this was some bad 80’s movie where an elite group of female soldier are sent to take down a mean old terrorist. And the women were always ridiculously sexy. As was the case here.

Damn. If I just had a third one I could have my own Charlie’s angels right now.

And I was the Charlie. These women were taking their commands from me.

…I know I did this to start informing them of the plan, but…

Just looking at their compliant, scared, sexy faces…

I couldn’t help it. My id was taking over again.

I quickly placed my hand on both of their throats. They were a little taken back by this sudden turn of events, but neither of them really tried to get out of my grip.

There was just some subtle gagging and moaning.

I looked them both deep in the eyes.

“Master wants to play with his toys now.”

I signified that by licking Anna-Marie’s face from her neck to her nose.

“Sh-No, st-stop…” she tried begging. But it wasn’t easy to speak with my hand around her throat.

Then I slowly turned to Lana, and began nibbling on her ear. Lana wasn’t putting up any fight at this point. She was completely melting into my hand.

In fact… She was so into it, she licked my cheek as I licked her ear.

I gripped tighter around her throat.

I looked at her viciously.

“Did I ask you to do that, ****?”

She shook her head vigorously, and I loosened my grip.

I didn’t know if she was truly getting into this whole thing, or just pretending, but I couldn’t let her take over. This would play out the way I wanted it to.

“Now, kiss,” I said.

I turned their faces to meet each other, and smushed their faces together.

I lined their sexy, red lips so perfectly against each other, that they had **** but to kiss. Even their noses were interlocking at this point.

Still, Anna-Marie did all she could not to smooch her colleague. She turned her the little that she could, but Lana made it harder for her.

Lana wasn’t afraid to kiss a woman at this point. The moment the initial shock of their head-on collision had worn off, she was sucking on the upper lip of the ginger photographer. And it made the most delicious, wet slurping sound,

“No, Lana, pl-MWAH”. It was a big mistake from Anna to open up her mouth like that. Lana tilted her head and gave Anna-Marie’s open mouth a deep kiss.

From this position Anna-Marie could do nothing. She was a part of the kiss, whether she wanted to or not. And it would last as long as I wanted it to. I was holding both of their heads in place.

Anna-Marie did try to push Lana away at first, but it was pointless. She could only move Lana’s body, not her head. My grip made sure of that. Then… She had **** but to give up. She surrendered to the kiss, closed her eyes and wished that it would be over soon.

I couldn’t see what was happening in their mouths, but based on Anna’s panicked expression, I guess Lana **** her tongue in at some point as well.

There was no way Lana liked doing this. She was trying to please me for some reason.

Which made it hotter, I guess.

But enough of that. I finally them let them off my grip, and at the same time pulled down the top part of Anna-Marie’s suit with rough ****. Her naked chest was now fully visible.

While Anna-Marie backed away from that **** kiss in a daze, I did the same to Lana, by forcefully pulling of her jacket and blouse.

All four tits were out now.

This party was just getting started.

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