The boss’ good time.

The boss pulled up to Damien’s apartment complex and got out of the car. His bodyguards, of which there were two, trailed behind him, flanking him as he walked to Damien’s apartment.

Stopping in front of the door, he knocked once, then twice. The door opened slowly and Victoria was there, wearing her workout clothes, a sports bra and ass-hugging spandex pants.

The boss grinned at the sight.

“So, I assume Damien told you about my visit?”

“Yes, he did.”

“And your mother is here?”

“She is. Please leave her out of this.”

“Nonsense. I’m going to fuck both of you in all of your holes, and then I’m going to let my men tag team the both of you. Remember, it’s your brother who put you in this position. It’ll be me putting you in other positions.. heh heh.”

Victoria opened the door and let him inside. The bodyguards fanned out and searched the apartment while the boss ran his hands all over Victoria.

Victoria couldn’t help but shudder at his touch.

“You’ll learn to like it girl. Or I will come back and fuck you until you do. Tell me, how tight is your ass? Have you been fucked back there?”

“Fuck you prick.”

The boss slapped her, knocking her to the floor.

“Just for that, I’m going to break you in hard. If you have a boyfriend, you won’t be able to feel his dick after I’m done with you.” He paused. “I’m also going to start with your asshole. I usually let a whore lube my dick before fucking their ass, but I think I’ll do you dry.”

Victoria glared at him but remained silent.

The guards returned.

“It’s all clear sir. Here’s the mother. She was trying to hide in a closet.”

The guards roughly threw Damien’s shapely mother in front of the boss.

“Ah, very nice. Maybe I’ll fuck you first, eh? You look far more amenable than your daughter. You won’t fight, will you?”

She gulped. “N...no sir.”

“Good little whore.” He pointed at Victoria. “Hog tie that bitch so I can fuck her without having to fight her. Leave her on her bed. I think I’ll start with the mother. When you’re done, wait outside. One at the car, one at the door.”

“Yes sir.”

The boss picked up Monica by her hair. “Come on whore, let’s go to Damien’s room. I want to fuck you on his bed.”

Monica cried as she was led away.