Fitness Fanatic

It was the least immoral option. It would even be good for her. She hated her job as an administrative assistant. And it might help her decide she didn't need Andre anymore. Plus, once we were back together, the extra cash would help and maybe we could meet a few other influencers...they really should be using their cash and influence for the good of the city, right?

Yes, that was the least selfish option.

Okay, that left me with...3 credits. I flipped back to the store. After a moment, I decided to hold onto my credits, saving up for the hint perk. With that done, I chilled for most of the rest of the day, Well, that's not true, I was obsessively checking on Kianna's app status.

That woman was never not horny. Everything got her going. Seeing cucumbers at the grocery store. A leash in a pet shop window. Advertisements with handsome men. Hearing the splashing of water.

I was getting a bit obsessed. Was there a way to make Asa okay with me fucking her mother? I mean, they fought a lot, but loved each other. Asa should be happy for her, right?

Yeah, right.

I jerked off, again, took a shower and got dressed, nice and casual, to 'run into' Francine at her bar.

That...was a disaster. It was a cop bar. And I wasn't a cop anymore. They didn't care that they thought I was corrupt. They cared that I was toxic. I might have been able to handle it if I’d had support, or been able to actually offer some resistance to any ‘ribbing’ coming my way. Fortunately, I wasn't too dumb, so I'd showed up before Francine would and so she didn't see anything.

As I was thinking the whole night was going to be a disaster, I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. "Hello?"

"Mr. Cain?"

"Yes. Who's this?"

"Mrs. Jackson."

It took me a moment. "Asa's boyfriend's wife?" I asked.

"Yes. Let me be blunt, my husband is with Asa tonight. Come over to our house. Be aware, I'm not asking you to dinner. This is an interview to see if you can provide the same services for me as Asa provides for my husband. Do you understand?"

"I do."

"I'll text you the address. Be here by seven, sharp. Oh, and be prepared to sign a nondisclosure agreement."

"Text it to me, I'll review it en route," I ordered.

"Admirably efficient."

I'd taken a cab to the bar, thinking I might be too trashed to drive, but I'd been chased out before even grabbing a single drink, so I grabbed another cab, that also meant I could read the NDA. It was fine, standard stuff, no concern.

Their house was nice, not so big that they'd need staff or anything, though they might have one, but damn expensive in the nice part of Gotham they lived in, given the high fence and the slight scent of chlorine, I thought they even had a pool, which made me fucking jealous. In my part of town, we had a couple of run-down public pools that were always low priority for maintenance and so frequently out-of-order and a nice pool in an expensive private gym that I couldn’t afford these days.

I waited a few minutes to make sure I arrived at exactly 7, amusing myself by discovering that Kianna somehow found starting the dishwasher arousing and that Asa was, indeed, giving Andre a very fun night.

Okay, maybe there was a bit of jealousy in that second one, which might come out with Diamond.

At 7;00 on the dot, I walked up the stairs and the door opened before I knocked.

The woman who answered the door was maybe a decade older than me, but still extremely attractive. Despite it being Saturday and my dressing up a bit, she made me feel significantly under-dressed, in extremely high heels that brought her up to actually taller than me, a purple blouse that revealed an expanse of impressive, if artificially enhanced dark cleavage and a black skirt that ended just above the knee, revealing long black legs that were so smooth I longed to touch them, covered in stockings which said she fucking knew that.

"Sign," she ordered, shoving the papers in front of me. I took them, 'accidentally' brushing her hand as I did so. I felt my phone buzz. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, I mean, it sounded good, but was 'being pretty brusque' really 'wronging' me? I guess so...

"Give me a moment to make sure they're the same as what you sent," I ordered.

She frowned. "Fine. But you're not entering the house without signing."

I skimmed the papers, they were the same. I signed.

She glanced at them, then put the papers in an envelope and walked past me, dropping it into her mailbox, which looked like a fucking vault and flipped up the flag. "That's off to my lawyers. Come in."

I followed her obediently to an office. She hopped up onto the desk, crossing her legs.

"Good. Now, Asa assures me you weren't actually corrupt," I opened my mouth, but she continued. "I do not care about that. I do care that you understand that I will not be your route to my husband, or back onto the GCPD. Do you understand that?"

I frowned angrily at her and saw a spark of a smile. "I understand that, yes." I hadn't sat down, so I was looming over her at this point..

"Good. Touch the pad for the STD test."

I gave it a glance, advanced tech, GCPD used a much bigger model for **** tests. I touched it, a drop of blood, it beeped green after a moment.

"Good. I've had my tubes tied, so there's no concern about more kids."

"Touch the pad for the STD test," I countered, with a slight smile of my own.

She frowned, but did it, green too, speaking all the while. "Now, I may not trust Asa's judgement regarding corruption, but based on what Andre has told me, she's clearly quite skilled in bed, so I trust you will be able to please me."

My frown deepened. "Is that supposed to be flattering?"

"No. Before I tell you what it's supposed to be, you should know that though my husband is out for the weekend and my children are at camp, our housekeeper is on leave and I have arranged specific times when a friend will call this house, or I am to call them. If appropriate contact is not made at those times, then private security will arrive to deal with the 'intruder' in my house. They will not be gentle."

That...only made sense if this was going a very specific direction, otherwise it would just have been a threat. I let a smile spread over my face as I stepped forward, deliberately into her space.

The cast-iron bitch dropped away as my voice automatically dropped half-an-octave, "Tell me what it is supposed to be."

"Foreplay."

"Tell me what you want."

"Not to have to give orders. Just to obey."

"That's not everything. You wouldn't have tried to aggravate me, if that was all. Keep going."

"I want you to be made to obey, yes," she didn't blush, or look away.

"The safe word will be red for stop, yellow for pause, green for continue. Repeat that back to me."

"Red for stop, yellow for pause, green for go."

I cocked my head at that. Was it a deliberate change? "If I ever ask your condition, you will respond with one of those words. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

“If you ever need a moment, you will use one of those words. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Let me be clear, using those words does not mean we’re done, unless you want it to. It does not mean either of us has failed. It’s not an insult to me, or to you. We’re just getting to know each other. Tell me if you understand.”

She nodded.

“Now, if your mouth is full and you can’t talk, the stop signal is this,” I held up a hand with the thumb and two fingers extended. “Pause is this,” I gave her the peace sign. “Good to go is this,” I gave her the finger and a snort of laughter emerged. Usually these should have been negotiated, but this was already part of the scene, which was a bit risky, a bit unusual…I wondered how much actual experience she had with this. “Show me.”

Her hand made the appropriate gestures, “Stop, pause, go.”

"Good. Tell me your hard limits."

"No racial slurs. No marks which will be visible on Monday--"

"And what will you be wearing?"

"Nothing more revealing than this," she waved at her outfit.

I nodded. "Continue."

"No permanent marks, or blood. No knives, or belts."

"Impact play only with the hand then."

She nodded.

"Only sexual play, or other forms of dominance?"

Now she did blush and look down. "Other forms are fine," she whispered.

"You can either keep your eyes down and whisper like a demure little toy, or you can look me in the eye and speak clearly, like a needy little slut. Choose."

She physically shook as I **** her to make a choice, then her head rose. "Other forms of dominance are fine."

"Good. Clothing destruction?"

She nodded.

"Bondage?"

She nodded.

"**** orgasms? Ruined orgasms? Denied orgasms? Orgasm control?"

That got a very enthusiastic set of nods.

"Good. Last question. Are you a brat, or a good girl?"

"I'm a bitch," she said, with a flash of teeth.

"What were the various safe words?"

Her eyes narrowed in confusion. "I thought you said--" she gasped as my hand closed on her breast, then traced down her side. "Red for stop, yellow for pause, green for go."

"Green for continue," I corrected her.

"Same thing."

"Bend over the desk," I ordered coldly.

AN: This isn't exactly my scene and I'm not claiming any particular realism here, but I found this surprisingly erotic to write. It may simply be a matter of me finding Diamond Jackson extremely hot. Note, the next number of chapters are focused on their encounter and is somewhat...softer than most content in the Submission Accelerator overall story, as it's a lot closer to consensual and Eli doesn't have anything against her, except the teasing she's done deliberately, which he quite enjoys...

Some future encounters with other characters will be significantly harder, but there's going to be a fairly wide spectrum of treatment, depending on how he feels about the 'target.' If that's not your thing, this should be our first 'chapter break' with a link back from the opening page. There should be another afterwards for anyone who wants to skip it.

Note: This was originally two chapters, which got combined. What are people's preferences on size?

In the short term, it will have no effect on updates, as the muse grabbed me pretty firmly on this one, and I've got ~70K words written. This does mean that there's limited options for major changes like shifting which traits are selected, though I'm certainly interested in what traits people prefer as that may shape which options show up later and are selected on other characters.