Just thought you should know that selections from our Yeah Jam Fury OSTs have been made available on Spotify, Tidal, Deezer, and Apple Music! Also don’t forget you can still win 0 and more in our Stage Builder Contest if you enter by March 16th! We have a live web demo with a fully unlocked stage builder for the duration of the contest!Diane Blackmailed ch 01 by Just ALittle Rougher Diane looked at the cup of coffee and sandwich in front of her. And her hair still smelled like sex if someone got close enough. He grunted and she felt a breeze as one of his legs moved near her cheek. Luckily, those parties were only once a week, sometimes twice. Listen, I'm sorry about earlier." She pushed the button that turned off her computer and reached for her purse. Thanks." "Well, good luck and I'll see you in the morning." She nodded and thought, I hope so. "Well, I guess that's it for tonight," said Vader, turning back to his paperwork. If she resisted, he could keep her there all night. Anyone who got in would see her there, squatting in front of Bailey, sucking his cock. She heard the doors slide open, then a gasp from someone outside. "Take the next one," Bailey growled and she heard the doors slide closed again. He was hot, classically handsome in a jet-black hair and body-builder way. Bailey reached out and let his hand rest on her right breast. She stepped out of the elevator, then turned around to wait for Bailey. He knocked on the hood of the car and the driver got out, walked around and opened up the back door. We're late and Johnny is going to be very upset." He climbed into the back of the limousine after her and slid a suitcase across the floor. He hadn't lifted his eyes from the phone, was exchanging his third or fourth text message with someone. Underneath the helmet." He pointed at another bag, the brown one that he always seemed to have with him. "Or, I should say, he is going to give YOU a hard time." Diane felt a rush of heat and dampness spreading between her legs. She wasn't the "long and lean" type of sexy, she was the "I'm built to be fucked hard" type of sexy. Diane watched puzzled, she'd never seen Lars lose his composure like that before. Monish and his crew hadn't used her hard that first day, but they had phoned her to service clients nearly every night after. He clearly had someone on the inside who knew when Lars wanted her. Sounds like you're under a lot of stress." "Things are tight right now, yeah. She knew what he wanted, but knew it would make her even more late. The elevator bell dinged and she panicked - they had stopped at one of the floors. She felt herself getting wet, looked at Bailey again. Especially after the way he'd treated her when Lars had given her to him for the first time. A wave of pain flooded over her and she realized he was twisting. She looked and saw Lars leaning against a car outside the glass doors of the building. " Lars dropped a cigarette to the sidewalk and crushed it with his shoe. Without looking at her, he started punching in a text message. "No, there is no underwear," she heard Lars say casually. Tony's going to give me a hard time." He clicked SEND again then looked up at her. "I know." Diane smiled and pulled on the second boot. Even without a mirror, she knew that she was a combination of exaggerations - a fetishist's dream. Her breasts were oversized for her five-foot-eight frame and her ass was wide, but her waist was unnaturally narrow and that made all the difference. She was turned on by the thought of the men would be whipping, fucking, and using her tonight. Showing up flushed from an orgasm would get her in even more trouble than being late. " Lars barked, then punched another message into his phone. Diane cringed, felt a flush of humiliation and felt her nipples swell at the same time. "Did you finish the paperwork," he calmly continued. Vader had never liked her since she transferred into his office just under two years ago and now he had reason to press harder. She stood up and grabbed the coffee, gulped it down. I haven't been sleeping well..." she scrambled, trying to find some kind of story that would make sense. She heard metal grating against metal, then the men moved her forward again. When they got to the bottom of the steps, she felt the ground soft underneath her boots. She wanted to ask but knew that she was expected to remain silent. A musky smell she recognized instantly - sweat and leather. She remembered how often she'd smelled this way during a session.
Monish showed her a handful of videotapes of her last several bondage and gangbang sessions. He spend the rest of his time alternating between fucking her and making her masturbate for him with a variety of devices. He also explained that he was completely willing to have Lars eliminated. Diane felt his hand on the back of her head, pushing her closer, burying his cock deep in the back of her throat and holding it there. He'd taken her to the basement, secured her in a vertical spread-eagle, then proceeded to stripe her with a single-tail whip for nearly an entire half-hour. She knew his game, even if Vader didn't He wanted to make her late. And what better way to punish her than to turn her over to Bailey for a night. He could destroy her life with just a few telephone calls or emails. She nearly lost her balance for a second as he restarted the elevator, but grabbed his pantleg with her free hand and steadied herself.She'd barely have time to run into the lobby bathrooom and "freshen up" before she had to show up for her morning staff meeting. Rodrigo lurched aside and jumped back into his cubicle. Diane opened wide and took both of his balls between her lips and into her mouth, letting them roll on her tongue. She slid her hand down his shaft and he came immediately, spurting cum onto the helmet and goggles and all over her hand.She'd stuff a wad of toilet paper into her panties to catch the steady stream of cum that was constantly oozing out of her, run some water over her face and through her hair, dry it under the hand-dryer, and do as much with her makeup as possible. There were usually dried spots of cum on her skirt, stockings, and jacket. Diane's eyes shot open and she looked at the clock. He groaned loudly and pushed his crotch hard against her face. She threw the empty cup and the sandwich into the trash and walked down the hall back toward her office. The new man had her office, Vader's excuse had been that he needed the filing cabinets and wall space but she knew it was the beginning of her downward spiral. Lars looking for her, looking at his watch, looking for her. Hinges grating and sounds from inside another room. Reflexively, her hands crossed at the small of her back. Her work over the last three weeks had been slipping, shoddy. There was no way she could maintain all three of her lives at the same time, something had to give. If she couldn't eat, she could at least get by on caffeine. She was out on the floor now with the clerks and research team. Her life was falling apart and there was nothing she could do about it. Lars pulling up outside the building, the limousine that would take her to tonight's assignment waiting and stocked with booze and toys. It had become second nature after her first few punishments for speaking out of turn. The sound of metal clicking - someone was unlocking a door. Something in his mouth muffled the sound, but it was definitely a male voice. Someone pushed their toe into the back of her knee and she knelt obediently. "I want our new guy to work on this with you." Vader hit a buzzer on his desk. He used the videotapes of her as teasers for his clients, then provided the real thing to them when they came to town. " Diane's eyes turned and saw the look on his face.. "Why don't you let me walk you out of the building." She stood up, weak kneed and afraid. It was the look of a ravenous wolf, about to pounce on his prey. Rodrigo was still in his office, furiously punching numbers into his computer. He pressed the DOWN elevator button and they waited in silence. "You've kept him waiting nearly twenty minutes." Bailey turned his head, just enough to catch her eye. He runs a pretty tight ship." Diane swallowed hard. Even though the relationship between her and Lars was consensual, he was a consummate player, he would have to act upset even if he was not. Bailey flicked another switch and the room was plunged into darkness. Diane moved her tongue along the bottom of his shaft, rocked her head back and forth and felt Bailey's body go rigid as he unloaded into her mouth. She picked it up and pulled it on, pushing her hair up underneath it. He punched a short message, then set the phone down on the seat next to him. The things were not dangerous - he wouldn't allow that - but there were things that even he considered pushing the limits. He licked his lips, then pressed the button for the intercom. We have a change of destination." He punched a number into the intercom. He pushed the phone aside with his toe, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He rubbed his eyes hard with his knuckles, then sat up, leaned forward and took her hands. Monish was making a lot of money on those other nights. " Diane's eyes turned and saw the look on his face. Diane walked back to Vader's office and saw the two men looking at a computer screen with a list of names and addresses. Bailey walked Diane to the elevator, holding her arm again in a firm but polite grip. Bailey pushed back the sleeve of his jacket, looked at his watch. But, if she surrendered so easily, it was practically like giving him a free pass. He released her head and she drew back, took a deep gulp of air before he pushed himself back into her again. He stroked it lightly, then slid his fingers underneath her business suit and found her nipple. Diane started stammering something about the last minute meeting with Mr. She opened it up and found a simple black hairnet on top of a pile of other leather, rubber, and plastic devices. Vader had a hot project." She pulled the top over her head, felt her big tits hanging free underneath the fabric. " She turned sideways and tugged on the yellow jacket. I've made my commitment and I'm honoring it." She zipped it up, then backed the zipper down about six inches. She felt her nipples stiffen and looked down between her legs. After a few seconds, his phone pinged again and he read the reply. Usually, it meant that someone was planning something he considered either at or outside his own comfort zone. "I'll just bet you haven't," he spit out each word deliberately, each one cutting into her like a knife. While she was typing, Rodrigo stuck his head over their shared wall. "Here we go," she said in the most chipper voice she could muster. "It's better if you don't know." ========== Diane felt herself getting more and more nervous as she was led through the house and down a flight of stairs. I just need," she pleaded, "ten more minutes, ten more minutes? She'd been in the game long enough to keep a few templates around just in case and she prayed that it was good enough this time. I've made another enemy, she thought, eyes welling up again. Then, she ran down the hall and grabbed it, stapled it together and ran to Vader's office. "Things have changed just a little bit." He removed his hand.