by K D Grace
“Yes,” the girl gasped, all coherent thought lost as Cordy pressed the buzzing tip against her aching hole. “Yes for Christ sake fuck me... I need to cum you bastard.”
Cordy grinned at Freddie. They were all the same. His job of corrupting the masses was so easy and his blog made him a fortune in downloads. This latest one would be up and earning money before the blonde had pulled her knickers up once Freddie had the money shot.
He stood to one side, holding the thick vibrator against her pulsing pussy. Blondie pushed back against him trying to take it deeper but he held it back. Trailing it up and down her slit, he held it against her clit sending crazy vibrations through the little button. She bucked against the marble her pussy shaking with the attention, the vibrations making her lips tremble. Her fingers clutched at the edge of the sinks. “Fuck me you fucking tease... Christ put it in me!” She could barely get the words out, her legs spread so wide Cordy had to lean closer to reach her clenching pussy.
“You want it in you, babe?” he asked. Inch by shuddering inch he eased it into her pussy, watching her clutching and sucking at the vulgar thickness.
“Oh Christ, Cordy, that’s so good,” she purred rubbing against the sink trying to stroke her clit as the huge toy disappeared into her.
“Let me help you with that,” Cordy grinned pulling a tiny bullet out of his trouser pocket and holding it tight against her clit. She gasped and bucked as he plunged the vibrator in and out of her cunt, the buzzing bullet working her swollen nub.
Cordy looked at Freddie to check he was getting everything and he nodded. The blonde was panting, her legs locked straight and Cordy knew she was nearly there. He pulled the vibrator out and left her hanging, slipping the bullet a fraction of a centimetre up her body. “You fucking bastard,” she wailed. “Finish me off.”
“I want you to beg,” Cordy smirked. “I want to hear you say what you need. Tell me what a dirty little slut you are, babe. Tell me what you need to make you cum.”
“Bastard,” she hissed again. Cordy watched her swollen pout, the lips so engorged and such a deep dark pink. She was slick with juice and Cordy had to resist the urge to slide his fingers into the depths of her pussy.
“Tell me, or I’ll leave you like this until the next guy comes in and finds you here.”
She wriggled against the marble again. “Please,” she moaned. “Please fuck me with your vibrator. I’m so close. I want to cum all over it, feel it deep inside me.”
“Well as you asked so nicely,” Cordy smirked. He held the buzzing shaft against her gaping core, then with a flourish pushed it hard up into her. He replaced the bullet on her clit and grinned as she howled, her legs stiff all the way to her Christian Louboutins as the camera caught every pulse of her orgasm around the powerful vibrating fake cock, pussy juice squirting everywhere.
“Well look at that Freddie, we’ve got a squirter,” Cordy marvelled as the liquid gushed out of her pussy and ran down her legs. “What a nice surprise — an added bonus.” He fucked her several more times, leaving the vibrator on as she gasped and twitched, the last of her orgasm shuddering though her.
“Beautiful darling,” he said finally pulling it out. The blonde turned around. She winked at the camera, sliding her forefinger into her pussy then pushing it between her lips and sucking. Then, pulling her French knickers up and wriggling her skirt back down over her hips, she turned and disappeared out of the bathroom.
Freddie high fived Cordy. “I don’t know how you do it, buddy, but I am loving your work. You’re a fucking genius.”
Cordy ran the vibrator under the hot tap removing all trace of Chessie (he knew who all the blondes were, he just pretended he didn’t). “Is it uploaded?” he asked.
Freddie nodded. “All done. Now you just wait for the cash to roll in.” He laughed. “I don’t understand why the girls all line up to feature on your site. It’s like a badge of honour or something.”
“Freddie, you’re nobody til I’ve humiliated you online. If they want to join the elite they need to be initiated.”
They laughed, slapping each other on the back as they left the bathroom.
Chapter Two
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India watched the latest video, shaking her head. Were there no depths he wouldn’t sink to? He was impossible to stop. This latest venture was out of control and the silly girls were lining up to be part of it.
You’re watching it though, she thought to herself. You’re watching it and it’s turning you on and a tiny little part of you wants to join in.
India frowned. Where the hell had that come from? If she was going to get with Cordy she would want privacy and his actual dick, not some internet vibrator wank. She shook her head. Why the hell would she ever want to get with Cordy? Why would she ever want to run her fingers through his soft dark hair, or run her hands over his chest and down over his rock hard stomach. Why would she ever want to get him naked, throw him on the bed and fuck his brains out?
India clapped her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes tight trying to make the filthy images disappear. “You’re a Virtue, you’re a Virtue,” she whispered to herself over and over trying to block out the thoughts of naked Cordy. God his hands were so big and strong. There was nothing she would like more than to have them coax her body to orgasm.
Her mobile rang and she jumped a foot in the air looking at it guiltily. Her eyes widened — it was like he could read her mind. She answered it.
“Hey Indy, you like my new video, babe?” Cordy’s silk smooth voice filled her ears. “I was thinking about you while I made it.”
India’s mouth dropped open. She didn’t even know where to start with him.
“Wonders will never cease, I’ve finally silenced India,” he whispered seductively. “So baby, I’ll be at Boujis tonight. Why don’t you come along as my plus one?”
“Cordy, I hardly think that’s appropriate do you? I want you to stop your latest website. It’s degrading and it’s teaching the boys that hang around with you that women are easy, that they don’t need to make an effort with them.”
“I know! It’s amazing, isn’t it! The best part is that they’re throwing themselves at me to be a part of it. I don’t even have to work at it which, obviously, is my favourite way to have things. These humans are so stupid it’s almost boring. Come on, Indy. Have some fun with me. I’ll make it worth your while.”
His voice was honey and velvet, so seductive that India could feel herself giving in. She tried to reason that she only wanted to be close to him to fix what he was doing. But she knew she just wanted to see him. She wanted to smell him, to watch his face light up into his trademark smirk. Watch his lips as he drank his usual whiskey. She wanted to watch him torture himself with wanting her. Oh he tried to play it cool with her, but she knew what he wanted — because she wanted it to.
“How will you Cordy? Will you promise to take down your site? Will you stop dragging innocents into your mire of indifference and lack of ambition? You could be so much more. You could set the world on fire if you set your mind to it. Instead of taking the easy way out every time!”
“I love it when you’re cross, babe,” he drawled. “And you know that you’re the only thing I put any effort into. I’m going to put your name down on the door. Don’t let me down.” With that, he hung up on her.
India sighed. She knew she’d go. She always did. When Cordy was on a roll like this it was her duty to stop him. Virtue versus Vice. “Yeah you keep telling yourself that,” she muttered. “If that’s how you want to justify it.”
Her phone bleeped and she jumped again, guiltily looking at the screen. A summons from the bosses. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. They could probably read her mind. She braced herself for the jump. As usual, there was the blinding flash, and she found herself stumbling as she was deposited in the lower realms of Heaven into a cool white waiting
area. She knew she would never get used to the way they were pulled in and out of Heaven on a whim. She wondered if Cordy had the same issues with Hell, then looked around guiltily in case anyone was inside her head. She seemed to be alone and decided that, as no one appeared to be in any great rush to see her, she might as well sit down and catch up on the latest news from home. She picked up the daily newsletter and settled down to read. She couldn’t concentrate on it though — she was too busy wondering what to wear to Boujis later. She had that sexy black top that was low cut and looked great with her black skinny jeans. Cordy would appreciate those, he liked her ass. She looked around guiltily as she blanked her mind again. She was going to get into the worst kind of trouble at this rate, and she wasn’t even sure where these thoughts were coming from!
She hadn’t had time to flick through more than a couple of stories in the magazine before the door opened slowly and deliberately and a soft, melodious voice called her into the room. She swallowed, trying to blank her mind, knowing it was pointless.
“Industria, how perfectly wonderful to see you.” Her boss used her full name. That was never a good sign and India tried to smile at the exquisite, petite woman watching her from behind a large white desk. She almost jumped in shock to find three of her sisters Patience, Chastity and Humility standing just inside the door. Normally she could feel her sisters’ presence. Why hadn’t she known they were here? Was she already too far into this thing with Cordy? Was it blocking her link to them? This was going to be worse than she’d thought. She guessed that it was probably because of the Boujis thing. She’d been warned about going to Cordy’s parties already but, as she’d tried to explain, if she didn’t get into the heart of the problem, how on earth was she supposed to try and deal with it.
“Hi, Serenity,” she said. “Hi girls, how’s it going.”
They smiled tightly at her and she stood awkwardly by Serenity’s desk until she indicated that Indy should sit down.
“Industria, there’s no easy way to say this. We’re worried about you, darling. You’ve been spending far too much time with that demon and we think you’ve lost sight of your reason for being here on earth.”
“Serenity, I can promise you that my time spent with Cordy is time spent trying to stop his awful actions. He disgusts me and I want nothing more than to make him realise what he’s doing to the world.”
Serenity raised an eyebrow at her. “Your mind gives you away Industria. I know you have feelings for him.”
Indy tried to protest but she couldn’t think of anything to say. “I’ve spent a lot of time with him... It seems like we get on because we just know each other so well.”
“I’m sending your sisters to spend some time with you — I think you need a reality check. They’ll be going to every party you attend to keep an eye on you. Also, it’ll give us a bigger presence to try and stop what he’s doing.”
Indy nodded meekly. She knew it was pointless arguing with Serenity.
“Marvellous, I’ll catch up with you soon,” her boss said, and with a blinding flash she was back in her living room.
She sat down rubbing her head, the dizziness taking a minute to go. Her phone was right where she’d left it and she picked it up. There was a message from Cordy.
“Don’t forget, sexy, I miss you ;)”
Her heart raced and her mouth felt dry. For goodness sake what was wrong with her? The seventh prince of hell missed her and that made her wet. No wonder Serenity was worried. Indy could sense the presence of her boss all around her. To be honest, if she couldn’t she’d probably have gone for a solo session in the bath. Instead she rummaged through her wardrobe, discarding outfit after outfit until she finally decided on the perfect dress to make Cordy’s eyes pop out of his head later that evening.
Then she went over to her laptop and, in a flurry of keystrokes, took down Cordy’s latest site.
Chapter Three
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Cordy’s mobile rang and he picked it up frowning. What the hell did Hugo want? He put his hand on the head of the girl in his lap, halting her vigorous blowjob for a moment as he answered the phone.
“What is it, Hugo, I’m taking some time out of my busy schedule!” Cordy snapped
“Right, yeah, sorry boss, still learning the ropes. I think this is pretty important though.”
Cordy tapped the girl on the head, indicating that she should carry on her task. She smiled up at him, languidly running her tongue over her lips before she slid his cock back into her mouth. He stifled a groan as Hugo told him what had happened.
“They did fucking what?!”
He pushed the blonde out of his lap and jumped up, tucking himself back into his trousers. Storming over to his laptop he clicked onto his website. Hugo wasn’t lying. There it was in black and white: WEBSITE REMOVED.
Cordy knew exactly who was behind this. He’d put up with a lot from her but this was the final straw. He ran his fingers through his hair, pacing the floor of his office as his mind worked overtime. Then a slow smile spread across his face, and Heaven felt a cold wind spread a chill across all the Virtues.
“Get it up and running again. I don’t care who you need to involve. I want it accessible again by the end of the day if not sooner,” he barked into his phone, not even listening to Hugo’s response. He snapped his phone shut and turned to the pretty blonde, wondering how quickly he could get rid of her. He needed to plan his revenge and she was a distraction he didn’t need. Unfortunately she looked like she’d had way too much of whatever it was she’d brought with her, mixed with too many glasses of champagne. She was smiling at him and he was fairly certain he wasn’t going to get away with telling her to go.
“Annabelle, sweetheart,” he started.
“Cordy, please don’t be a dick,” she sighed. “I know you’ve had some kind of ‘work’ related drama, but you promised me a fuck, so don’t get any ideas about making me leave before I get one.” Annabelle rolled onto her stomach and sipped more champagne. “Get your ass over here, and then I’ll leave you in peace.” She knelt up letting her shirt fall open to expose her small but perfectly formed tits and tweaked her nipples so they stood to attention. Cordy noticed that her eyeliner was all smudged under her eyes. She looked pale and damaged — just how he liked them — desperate and vulnerable. He unbuttoned his shirt, and dropped it to the floor for maximum effect. Annabelle mock gasped at the sight of his lean torso and bit her lip as she ran her hands over the dark pink peaks of her nipples.
“Come on baby, come and show me what all the other girls have been talking about,” she drawled, her voice gravelly, no doubt from the Marlboro Reds she puffed on continuously. Cordy liked a girl with no regard for her future...it made him feel warm inside. He quirked the corner of his mouth up in a half smile and ran his fingers through his hair.
“You want some of the magic, do you?” he asked. “You going to let me film it for the fans or are you going to keep it all to yourself.”
“Fuck off, Cordy! Why the hell d’you think I’m here? You damn well better put me on the web.” She sucked her index finger and trailed it down to her knickers, easing them aside to stroke her shaved pussy. “I want the world to see that Annabelle Darcy-Price pulled the one and only Cordy in his actual apartment. No fucking backroom or toilet for me. I made it all the way to the bedroom.” She looked around. “Or the living room, I’m not really bothered, babe.” She took another gulp of her champagne and held her glass out to him. “I could do with a top-up though,” she breathed seductively.
Within seconds one of his guys appeared in the doorway. “Tristan, more champagne for the lady,” he said. “And set up the cameras for me. I think this is going to be a bit special.”
Tristan disappeared. Cordy looked up at the corners of the room and waved so that he could check the cameras. He’d had them installed all over the apartment and he knew that no matter where he
fucked Annabelle, they’d be able to catch every close-up second of it. He smiled a self-satisfied smile. Fuck he was good. This would drive Indy insane. With that thought he frowned — why the hell was he thinking about that uptight bitch with her shiny dark hair, perfect skin and soft pouty lips just perfect for wrapping around his cock? Whatever the reason, he let himself indulge in a few moments of fantasy. Instead of Annabelle, he imagined Indy sprawled semi-naked on his soft fur rug. He imagined a fire warming the room, the flames making her skin glow and her eyes shine. Like a naughty demon, only pure and untouched. He wanted to be the one to touch her.
“Cordy, what’s taking so long? I want you inside me,” Annabelle whined, interrupting his daydream. “And where the fuck is my drink? A girl could die of thirst around here.”
Cordy bit his tongue, rolling his eyes before turning to look at Annabelle. “Baby, Tristan is just making sure your champagne is perfectly chilled and it takes time to set up the cameras, darling. I don’t want to miss a second of your glorious tits, your pussy, the way your skin flushes as you cum,” he paused to watch her catch her breath. “And I am going to make you cum baby, so hard you won’t be able to walk for days.”
“Oh Cordy,” she moaned. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”
