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Little Shop of Corruption Pt. 7 (Worm/CoC)
🕑 Added 2018-01-28 20:01:00 +0000 UTC Patron RequestThemes: Consensual, Dom/Sub, Fucked Silly
Word Count: 5,805
Summary: The Dockworker's Association is on the rise thanks to his daughter. Danny has every reason to be happy, and he is. After a successful job completion, he's invited out to celebrate with the guys... he ends up finding a bit more than he expected as a result. But it's not a bad outcome... not at all.
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Danny finds himself in the middle of a particularly pleasurable dream involving Annette in her old uniform from her days as a Lustrum Henchwoman, punishing Ceraph and restoring her claim on his big, fat cock when he finally tips just too far back in his chair. The office chair gives up the ghost and he falls out of it, abruptly and painfully woken up in one of the worst ways, as his enlarged balls and raging hard erection both slam into the floor.
For a moment, the middle-aged man just groans and lays there on the floor, his face scrunched up in pain. One of the downsides of having enlarged equipment is that it makes it much easier for him to hurt himself in the crotch region, and the pain of smacking his dick into something, or something smacking into his dick… really isn’t any less than before.
Though to be fair, it does dull quicker at least, thanks to his other enhancements. After a moment, Danny is able to get up on his hands and knees, and then onto his knees altogether as he just pauses for a moment, staring at his busted, old wooden swivel chair. The thing had served him well for at least a decade, maybe longer. He couldn’t really blame it, especially with how his body was both heavier and just plain denser, his fat turned into muscle, and even his height increased.
Not that he was the only one among the Dockworker’s Association that had been enhanced. Nor was he the only one who felt like a damn hormonal teenager again. Heh, after the rest had seen the new him, it’d apparently been a bit of an all clear for half the association to go check out Taylor’s shop, especially when rumor started to spread that it was indeed his daughter running the show over there.
Danny wasn’t too worried about word getting out just yet though. So far, it was only the inner circle of the Dockworkers that new what was really going on, the people that he considered family, that he would trust with his life and his heart. People like Kurt and Lacey… not that Kurt hadn’t growled at him for how long his eyes lingered on Lacey after the woman came back from HER trip to Taylor’s shop.
Honestly, Danny was fairly certain the man would have slugged him for it if he hadn’t been just as distracted, staring at his own wife like he was a lovestruck teen all over again. At least none of them had gone and turned themselves into animal people yet. So far, that sort of thing had been left to the ABB, as well as some of the lower middle-class folks over on the line between ABB territory and the suspiciously quiet of late E88 territory. Those folks seemed to be doing the transformations solely to get involved in the test trials that Medhall was paying hand over fist for, while Asians that made Brockton Bay their home seemed to be after Lung’s approval, or something.
For Danny and the dockworkers he was closest to, it was more about replenishing their bodies, washing away the aches and the pain that accumulate over decades of hard work and extensive labor. They’d basically ruined themselves for their families, like all hard-working folk did, but thanks to Taylor’s shop and her special items, that was no longer an issue. Kurt wasn’t going to have popping knees when he got into his fifties, and Lacey wasn’t going to have to deal with arthritis or anything like that.
They were all going to be quite fine, and wasn’t that just fucking fantastic? Chuckling to himself, Danny pushes the remains of his old office chair aside and reaches over the desk to easily one hand the non-swivel chair he has sitting there for guests to plop themselves down in. Lifting it over his entire desk, he sets it down behind himself and more carefully sits back down, just as his printer beeps, probably for the umpteenth time, trying to alert him to the document it’d finished producing near the start of his little impromptu nap.
Pulling the letter up, Danny looks it over for a long moment, hoping to make sure there’s no mistakes in it. One last time. He’s giving the City Council one last shot at cleaning up the Boat Graveyard. All he needs is their approval, their damn funding. His taxes have been going to their fat fucking wallets for years now, the least they could do was give back to the city they were sucking dry like a bunch of greedy vampires.
Deep down inside though, Danny doesn’t necessarily expect it to work. He’s smart enough to know it won’t, in fact. He’s going to do it anyways, because once the City Council comes back to him with yet another resounding No, Danny knows that this time, he’ll have another option to turn to, and that alone is enough to lift his spirits sky high. Taylor has a plan for the Bay, and she’s already shown she has no shortage of resources available to her. Of course she doesn’t, if he understands how she’s stocking her shop… considering all the customers going in and out of the place, the fact that she’s flush with cash doesn’t surprise Danny at all… not anymore anyways.
Five thousand dollars. Now that had surprised him, when she’d given him five thousand bucks in cash as a parting gift, with all the effort of handing out an allowance. Her and that demon bitch… her slave, perhaps? They’d left through a portal in his basement after Taylor had made sure the entire house was clear of alcohol. Danny had been left standing there, mouth agape with a rolled-up paper bag of cash in his hand.
Not that there’d been any desire to drink another beer after he’d been enhanced, after he’d become so much more than a layabout, beer-bellied depressed fat ass. No, with five thousand dollars, he could do so much more than go buy another six pack to wallow in his no-longer-existent sorrows. So that’s exactly what Danny had done.
All of his bills were paid in full, his truck had been given a much-needed tune up, and his fridge and pantry had been fully stocked with all of the foods and ingredients they SHOULD have had in them, in preparation for Taylor’s next visit/inspection. Some new clothes to better fit his new body had been in order after that, and he’d even had money left over to buy some equipment to work out the enhanced physical form his daughter had left him with.
As it turned out, it took a lot more effort to tire his body out now, and he’d needed that equipment to do exactly that, so he could keep to a regular sort of sleep schedule. Otherwise, he’d quickly discovered he could go about thirty hours without rest, before he’d abruptly begin to crash.
Of course, that financial gift, as much as it’d helped Danny out of the slump he’d allowed himself to fall into after Taylor’s disappearance, was nothing compared to the next day at work, when a representative from his daughter had shown up in a full-length hooded coat to hire the ENTIRE Dockworker Union for a job cleaning out and transforming a freshly-bought, abandoned warehouse into a private pool/gym combo.
His people hadn’t been sure about it at first, especially since the guy was paying in cash. But the hooded figure had handed him a letter and once Danny knew that it was Taylor who’d set it up, he was quick to sign on and his friends and employees had been happy to join him, trusting him to have their best interests in mind.
Of course, neither he nor the workers who ended up helping with the warehouse job could remember exactly which place they’d spent the last week and a half working on. Even looking at the work order revealed the address blurred on the paper like a smudged streak on the pair of glasses that he no longer had to wear. None of his men cared too much about that though, so long as Danny wasn’t worried about it. They all chalked it up to cape shenanigans and kept right on working, so happy to even HAVE work again to be overly concerned about it. Especially since the job paid EXTREMELY well.
Now, here he was alone in his office, because everyone else has left an hour ago to celebrate the completed job. Chuckling, Danny reaches out across his desk and picks up the folded note that Kurt had tossed at him before joining the rest. Unfolding it, he nods at the address he finds there. This address isn’t smudged, and the word ‘BAR’ rests above it in big angry capital letters.
He's definitely not going to keep any alcohol in the house anytime soon, especially when Taylor could pop in for a visit at any point… but hey, it won’t hurt to join his crew in celebrating their new-found fortunes. Things were finally turning around at the Dockworker’s Association, and they weren’t going to go back to the way they were before. He wouldn’t let the Association backslide ever again, and with Taylor having his back, Danny knew that he could finally say that with conviction.
A smile spreads across the middle-aged man’s face and his nostrils flare as he breathes out a pleased sigh. Leaving the letter before him to be mailed out in the morning, Danny rises from his temporary chair and turns off the lamp that sits on the corner of his desk. In just a couple strides, the well-built, broad-shouldered man is across the room and grabbing his coat. Heading for the door, Danny pushes the twisted hunk of rebar he’s been using as a door stop out of the way as he leaves.
The rebar was the remains of his physical enhancement tests, and yes, it turned out he could indeed fold rebar into a pretzel shape with his bare hands, but then that was nothing that a professional bodybuilder couldn’t have pulled off, with a thing enough piece of metal. Locking his door behind him, Danny still has the smile on his face as he heads out for his truck.
Crossing the parking lot though has him imagining someone trying to stick him up, trying to mug or rob him… that’s one of the few downsides of his enhancements, the mental sides… Danny feels a lot more confident, but his temper has had a bit of a boost as well, and the thought of venting on someone, physically or verbally, fills him with an intense sort of desire.
Unfortunately, nothing like that happens. The Dockworker’s Association isn’t some sort of sacrosanct organization with the city’s ne’er dowels, but tonight at least, there’s no thugs lurking around to try and shake him up. He gets into his truck without incident, and soon enough he’s on the road, heading for the bar address that his men had given him.
-x-X-x-
For a long moment, Danny stares at the ‘bar’ in front of them. Then he looks down at the address in his hand. Then back at the bar, which very clearly has the exact address on the side of the building. Except, it’s not really a bar at all. Or… not JUST a bar. What Danny is looking at right now as he sits in his truck, parked in the outskirts of the relatively full parking lot… is a Gentleman’s Club. They’d given him direction to a stripper joint!
He had to laugh a little at that, shaking his head back and forth. His guys had definitely pulled one over on him, but it wasn’t the wrong location. Oh no, he could see several cars and trucks that he knew belonged to his people from where he was parked, which meant that everyone was indeed inside the strip club, celebrating the completed job.
Danny just sits there for a moment as his libido attempts to beat down his restraint in a viscous grudge match inside of his head. Part of him, a growing part, REALLY wants to go inside and find some company for the night. It really wouldn’t be too hard to seduce a stripper away from the place, given his enhancements make him an Adonis… of course, if his men are in there already doing the same with their own enhanced bodies, he might have some competition. Maybe it wasn’t worth it…
The choice between getting out of his truck or driving home is taken out of his hands however, when Danny’s attention is drawn to the sight of a woman in a full-length coat being harassed by a bunch of punks. A muscle in the middle-aged man’s jaw ticks, and he shuts off his truck as he slips out the driver’s side door. Assessing the situation takes barely any time at all thanks to his enhancements extending beyond the mere physical. Of course, even before all of the stuff Taylor had pumped into him, Danny would have been able to figure out this little dilemma in no time flat. It wasn’t rocket science.
None of them had shaved heads or swastikas, none of them were Asian, and none of them were wearing Merchant colors. They didn’t look drugged out either. Ultimately, they just looked like a bunch of kids who hadn’t been old enough to get into the club, so they’d resorted to fucking around with the one poor girl who’d happened to cross their paths.
A glance at the club entrance shows there’s no bouncer stationed outside, and another glance around the parking lot shows that there’s no one but him to do something about what’s going on between the woman and the punks. A shriek draws his attention back to the group, revealing that one of them has gotten bolder and gone beyond harassment to straight up assault.
The poor girl’s coat is now held in the hoodlum’s hand, and her voluptuous, top-heavy, hourglass figure is now fully on display, stuffed into a small cocktail dress that’s probably at least a size or two too small for the poor woman. Danny clenches his jaw, but his eyes really get stormy when the boys outright laugh at the frightened lady, jeering at her and leering aggressively.
“Hey babe, why don’t we hire you for a private party, yeah? Don’t worry, we’ll be sure to ‘pay’ ya real well for your… services!”
More laughter from the punks as the ring-leader grabs at his own crotch suggestively, making humping notions in the air towards the woman. That’s about the time Danny introduces himself to the group, suddenly across the parking lot and grabbing the punk kid in the back as he spins the bastard around and delivers a punch to his face that sends him flying into the other three.
“Shit!”
“Fuck!”
“What the hell man?!”
Danny crosses his arms over his chest as he stares down at them, even as they try to untangle themselves from one another.
“Guessing you boys didn’t read the sign. This is a Gentleman’s Club. Only those who know how to treat a lady are welcome around here.”
He doesn’t need to have been here before to use it to prove a point. Honestly, with all of the self-confidence his enhancements and quite visceral transformation have given him, Danny has been raring for a real fight for WEEKS. While it may have been a couple decades since his scrapping days, and more than a few years since his last riot, it all comes back, just like riding a bike. The punks get up and come at him, one by one, and Danny lays them out the same exact way, haymakers to the face, kicks to the knees, and down they go, again and again.
“Mr. Hebert?!”
Danny’s attention flashes towards the lazy, even as he sends a pile-driver into a punk’s face without even looking. He won’t lie, he’s surprised when a good look at her finally puts a name to that body. It’s his secretary, Olivia Jent. He can only afford to have her work for him two days of the week, though he hopes to be able to change that soon, as the Dockworker’s Association rebuilds itself.
Still, she definitely didn’t have that sort of body the last time he saw her… but now that he thinks about it, she had been coming into work wearing a heavy, full-length coat recently. A coat just like the one stolen from her… but unfortunately, when Danny goes to look for it, all he sees is the last conscious punk running off in the distance, Olivia’s coat in his grasp. Looking back to his secretary, Danny lets out a light sigh.
“Olivia… please tell me you haven’t been forced to strip, just to make ends meet?”
He won’t really be able to blame her if she says yes, but Danny won’t lie and say he isn’t slightly relieved when she shuffles awkwardly under his gaze and shakes her head in the negative.
“N-No Mr. Hebert… I just serve drinks here, I swear.”
Letting out an explosive breath, Danny runs a palm across his face. It’s not as bad as he expected, but worse than what he knew of others that had to work additional jobs, just to be able to stay afloat… unless they were lying or misleading him as well. The thought of his people being forced into stuff they didn’t want to do… it upset him more than he cared to admit. He almost wished one of these shit-eating punks would get up again and give him another reason to put them into the cement, but none of those left were willing to test him.
Glancing over at the strip club across the parking lot, Danny finally comes to a decision on what he’s going to do next. His eyes zero in on Olivia’s own and he stares her down for a moment before he points towards his truck, a hundred feet or so away.
“Your current employers don’t seem to care for the safety of their employees. As your boss, I’m going to see to your safety and take you home, right now.”
Olivia blushes at his domineering tone and bites her lower lip indecisively for a moment. It’s clear she wants to say yes… but she still glances over at the Gentleman’s Club with worry in her eyes.
“T-That’s really nice of you M-Mr. Hebert, but if I leave I’ll lose this job… I can’t…”
She trails off, and Danny breathes in deeply, before once again catching her gaze with his own.
“Olivia? Get. In. The. Truck!”
A full-body shiver goes through the suddenly aroused beauty, but Danny doesn’t quite understand why. His first thought is that she’s cold, and his immediate instinct it to take off his coat and put it around her shoulders. Olivia startles at the act of kindness, and when Danny in turn guides her towards his truck, she allows him to put her in the passenger side, before freezing as he hands her the keys.
“I’m going to get your coat.”
And just like that, he’s gone.
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After Danny leaves her behind in the truck, Olivia finds herself gasping for breath, shuddering in orgasmic arousal as she tries to calm her rapidly beating heart. Her boss… Mr. Hebert… she’d heard the rumors about the Demon of the Docks but t-this? Blushing deeply, Olivia places her hand down between her legs to confirm what she already knows to be true. She completely creamed her panties and he barely even touched her… but just those forceful orders he gave her was enough to make her shake with repressed need.
What secretary didn’t crush on their boss, especially when the man was a Good Man with a capital G and an M, plus built like a fucking hunk? She wasn’t in her twenties anymore, but even in her thirties, Olivia hadn’t grown out of longtime fantasies of being rescued by a powerful man that would treat her like a lady, a firm hand ready to take charge without any of the physical or verbal abuse that a reprehensible thug might bring to the table.
She had to face the truth. Danny Hebert hasn’t just hit every last one of her buttons in but a few minutes… he’d smashed her buttons so hard they were stuck pressed down, her arousal and her lust liberally leaking from betwixt her thighs as she sat in his truck, shamefully soaking the seat cushion beneath her.
Every woman in Brockton Bay fantasized about being rescued by a Protectorate Hero at one point or another. But Olivia would take her boss over any of them, any day of the week. His scent is all around her, and after a moment, Olivia cranes her neck and sniffs at his coat, her eyelashes fluttering as she shudders, moans, and cums again all over the passenger seat.
It’s only a few minutes before Danny returns with her coat. He doesn’t bother asking for his back though, and she doesn’t offer it. When he puts her coat in the back of his truck cab, she gets a glimpse of his bloodied knuckles… but Olivia can tell it’s not his blood. She knows that instinctively, even as he starts up the truck and pulls out of the strip club parking lot.
She finds herself absently giving him directions to her apartment complex, all while side-eyeing him as best she can, staring at him hungrily and making plans to reward his chivalrous actions… as well as hopefully renegotiating her ‘contract’ as his employee. She didn’t necessarily want more pay… in the end, Olivia wanted more HIM.
-x-X-x-
Once they arrive at her apartment complex, Olivia does finally give him back his coat, reluctantly enough. She puts back on her own coat, even as he leads her inside. That’s when she enacts the first phase of the plan she’s been formulating on the ride over.
“The elevators here are pretty unreliable… would hate to get stuck in a tight, hot place with you for hours on end, so we should probably take the stairs.”
Danny gives her a look, and for a moment Olivia wonders if he’s going to force her into the elevator and take her, right then and there. In the end though, he just shrugs and nods, and they go up the stairs as she wanted. The buxom, voluptuous woman keeps herself about three to four steps ahead of him, knowing that it’ll put her ass right at eye level with his face, her hips swaying and her big, fat bubble butt bouncing as she strides up the stairs.
They arrive at her floor a little later than if Olivia had moved at a normal pace, and as she’s digging for her keys, she takes another opportunity to bend over a bit, craning her head as if she’s having a hard time of it, even as her ass nearly bumps into his cock. Unfortunately for her, Danny notices this and takes a step back before she can make contact. In the end, she pulls her keys out, slightly disappointed, and accesses her apartment with him following her inside.
That has to be a good sign, right? The fact that he’s followed her inside…
“Make yourself at home, Mr. Hebert. I’m just going to slip into something a bit more comfortable.”
She licks her lips as she makes her way to her bedroom, not looking back for fear that her boss will see the perverted, lewd smile worming its way across her face. She’s going to have him… she’s definitely going to have him.
-x-X-x-
Danny is struggling to keep his lustful thoughts of Olivia, his EMPLOYEE, in check. He’s actually doing a fairly good job at this point, now that he’s in her apartment… mostly because NOW, he’s been given the chance to see just what sort of conditions his secretary is being forced to live in. Olivia has been loyal to him for a decade now… and to see what she’s been reduced to because she stuck with the Dockworkers, because she stuck with HIM…
Danny lets out a growl as he grips the dining room table, a flimsy plastic foldout table that creaks from his whitening knuckles, even as he shakes with anger upon seeing what his employee has been reduced to. Before he can really get worked up in the righteous fury direction however, the middle-aged man is abruptly started out of his growing rage by the feeling of something wet landing atop his head with a splat.
Blinking, Danny reaches up and pulls a positively soaked set of sexy, lacy panties down from his hair. His nostrils flare as he catches the scent right before him, and his blood burns as his dick attempts to drill right through his pants, going from half-hard but manageable, to rock-hard and almost painful in about three seconds flat.
Turning around slowly reveals Olivia standing in the doorway of her bedroom, naked and posing with her back turned to him. She looks over her shoulder with a sultry smile on her face, and gives him quite the wicked wink, before ultimately walking back into her bedroom. Danny stares in silence for a long moment, his eyes wide, his nostrils wider… and her panties clenched in a fist that he’s making for an entirely different reason now. That little minx…
It’s about that time that his libido clubs his waning restraint over the head, ties it up, and tosses it in a mental trunk within his mind. Danny moves to follow his secretary into her bedroom, and as he does so, he begins to strip out of his clothes, his button up shirt falling to the floor, followed by his blue jeans and his boxers. By the time he steps into Olivia’s bedroom, he’s completely naked, his cock at full mast and standing straight out from his body as he stares at his beautiful, utterly gorgeous secretary.
Olivia holds the backboard of her bed while showing off everything she’d learned at the strip club while ‘serving’ drinks. Grinning at him with that same sultry grin as before, she licks her lips and shakes her body in just the right way.
“Mr. Hebert… you probably got me fired from my night job this evening, you know. I was thinking, maybe we could change my schedule, going forward. I’m willing to work long hours, stay up all night… and I’m happy to take any position you like.”
That last bit is said after her breath hitches as her eyes catch sight of his foot-long cock and his massive, hanging ball sack. It’s also said in a distinctly weak tone, as if Olivia has only just then realized what she’s truly gotten herself into. She doesn’t seem too worried over it though and judging by the way she continues to show off her fat ass, kneeling there with her sopping wet cunt visible between her legs… oh yeah, Danny is up for a ‘negotiation’.
In moments, the middle-aged man is on the bed behind his secretary. His hands grab hold of Olivia’s fat, bubble butt and he listens to her moan, even as he hauls her ass up a bit more, giving him just the right angle on her twitching cunt. A second later, his thick, bulbous cockhead is piercing her pussy lips, sliding deep inside of her gripping snatch.
Olivia moans, and then cums on the spot as Danny begins to fuck her, a grunt leaving his mouth when her pussy walls tighten up around him all the harsher. He fucks her and fucks her and fucks her, plowing her until his cock is buried deep in her womb, and she’s crying out in pleasure, screaming his last name.
“Yes Mr. Hebert, yes! Fuck me harder sir, fuck me as HARD as you want!”
He’s more than happy to take her up on that offer, growling almost ferally as he slams into her needy, welcoming cunt time and time again. There’s an obvious power imbalance between the two of them. In a normal world, this sort of workplace interaction would be most inappropriate… hell, in this world, there were plenty of people that would STILL call what he was doing inappropriate, that he was taking advantage of his secretary, that she was desperate for more money and willing to do anything to get it after he’d cost her a job.
But Danny knew better. He could see it in every fiber of Olivia’s body, he could feel it in his very soul, even as it sung with glee at him dominating her, controlling her. Olivia WANTED this. She knew their relationship, if there was going to be one beyond their business relationship, would be inherently unequal. Olivia knew she would never be anything close to a partner, girlfriend, or wife… and she didn’t care. She didn’t WANT to be her boss’ equal, and Danny could tell that.
And maybe… just maybe he needed to exert control after what that bitch Ceraph had done to him… and what he’d in turn done to her. Fucking that demoness silly had awakened something inside of Danny that just couldn’t be quenched. He would never hurt someone who didn’t want to be hurt, never fuck someone who didn’t want to be fucked… but neither of those things applied to Olivia. She wanted it all, she wanted him to fuck her senseless, to plow her silly, to leave her cum-stuffed and insensate in her own bed as he held her close, his cock buried inside of her cream-filled womb.
That’s exactly what Danny does in the end. He plows Olivia from behind until he cums, and then he fucks her on her back as well for good measure. After that he fucks her from behind while they both lay on their sides… and then he forces her to ride him cowgirl, even as he keeps full control, dominating her from below just as easily.
His fingers dig into her ass or her breasts interchangeably, his hands moving all over her voluptuous, pliant body as she fully and utterly submits to his cock and to him, completely giving herself to his every whim and desire. The sex continues for hours until she quite literally passes out on him from the strain, and only then does Danny finally stop, letting her rest as he holds her close and brushes the sweaty hair from her equally sweaty face.
She’s no Annette. But Danny knows no one can ever replace his wife. Olivia… Olivia is just a woman in the end. Not the love of his life. But he does like her. He likes her loyalty, and her ability to persevere in the worst of conditions. And he thinks he could grow to love those parts of her, in a way. That’s the thought that Danny drifts off to, in the end, a smile on his face as a result.
-x-X-x-
Olivia shivers when her boss hugs her from behind as she’s making breakfast the next morning. She’d been so very happy to wake up first, eager to get into the kitchen and cook for the first time in… longer than she can remember, if she’s being honest. But then, it’s been just as long since she had someone to cook FOR.
Biting her lower lip, Olivia wiggles her robe-clad ass back against her boss’ crotch, ecstatic to find his growing hard-on there.
“You know sir… I’m not wearing anything under this.”
As expected, the well-built, domineering man flips up the back of her robe and pulls her hips out a bit. Olivia gasps in delight and puts down the pan even as she plants her hands on either side of the oven, holding onto her kitchen counter as he slides his cock right into her wet-and-ready pussy. He fucks her right then and there up against the counter, and Olivia moans wantonly as her legs shake from orgasm after orgasm at the ‘hands’ of his dick. Her pleasured cries fill the air and when he pulls her away from the counter altogether to pull the front of her robe apart as well so he can get at her breasts, Olivia moans all the louder and lets him, standing there with her legs spread and her back arched as he fucked her so very good right there in the middle of her kitchen.
Its over before it begins though, and then they sit down for breakfast. Olivia ends up crawling under the table to give him a blowjob, but even that feels like it ends too soon. It doesn’t, not really… but all Olivia can think about is the fact that he’s going to leave soon, and though she’d talked about it a little, they haven’t really negotiated anymore hours for her. It’ll probably be a couple days before she sees him again, and that’ll be in a work setting.
By the time Danny is getting ready to leave, Olivia is beside herself and barely managing to hide it. She will NOT break into tears in front of her boss just because it seems she hasn’t properly managed to seduce him into keeping her on as some sort of sex slave. She will NOT.
That promise to herself lasts right up until the point where she’s watching Danny walk out of her apartment, only for the man to come back in a moment later with a heart-stopping letter that he’s found taped to the outside of her door. The notice of eviction for ‘sexual deviancy’ and ‘excessive noise’ is what finally causes the dam to break, and tears begin to fall from Olivia’s eyes, even as Danny wraps her up in a warm, comforting hug before the first one can even hit the floor.
She sobs into his chest, feeling like an utter failure in all regards, even as he rubs soothing circles into her back. Eventually, Olivia is able to calm down enough to pull back a little. She tries to recompose herself, ashamed to have broken down before her boss… but his next words send her right into another spiral of high-octane emotion.
“Pack whatever belongs to you Olivia. You’re coming to live with me.”
His tone is as controlling and as domineering as ever… and as she stares at him with wide eyes, the beautiful, voluptuous woman finds herself falling in love.
Needless to say, Danny ends up with another pair of soaked panties in his face before she can finish packing… and they do a lot more damage to the apartment before they finally depart.
