Raven's Revenge (The Pleasure Pros Book 2)

by M T Stone

  Blade immediately grabbed the back of his head and made an O with his mouth, thrusting his head in a familiar up and down motion.

  “No. I didn’t have to blow him,” I relented. “Actually, he wants to meet Sapphire.”

  “So he’s a fan? Fuckin’ pig!” Blade slapped his hand on the rickety, little table.

  “Yeah, he’s divorced and has had a pretty long dry spell,” I explained.

  “Sapphire would probably fuckin’ kill him.” Blade laughed. “He better get his heart checked first, especially if she finds out he’s a pig.”

  “He told me not to tell her,” I said, realizing I shouldn’t have mentioned it in front of Blade.

  “Hey, his secret is safe with me,” he hissed with an evil grin.

  “You be nice,” Amber scolded.

  “Yeah, that’s me. Nice.” He rolled his eyes and finished off his burger. “You sign this contract and I’ll show you just how nice I can be.”

  “If you cane my feet again, I’m going to kill you,” she glared at him, trying her best to look intimidating.

  “Get smart with me little lady and I’ll cane the fuck out of you,” he retaliated, grabbing her by the wrist.

  “How much money can I make?” She quickly changed the subject.

  “Easily a hundred grand or more for six shows.” He smirked and let go of her wrist.

  “Why six shows?” I asked, wondering why she would be doing fewer than me.

  “I’m cutting off a couple at each end,” Blade replied bluntly. “She’s already done a few and the last couple get way too kinky.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

  “Too kinky for you?” I gasped.

  “Hey, I’m just not into that group gangbang shit,” he scoffed. “I don’t like sharing with Carter and his buddies.”

  “Excuse me.” It took everything I had to keep from throwing up on the spot. A group gangbang with Carter and his friends? Seriously? There is no fucking way I’m doing anything with Carter. I need some air.

  Chapter 2

  Gunner

  I had just finished with my first newbie of the day when I saw that Raven had single-handedly blown up my phone. After listening to the first of several voicemails, I knew my next task was going to be damage control. What the fuck Blade? You stupid son of a bitch! He’s been around long enough to know he’s not supposed to talk about the upper levels, especially level ten. Mother fucker!

  “A group gangbang!” she yelled immediately upon answering my call. “I told you that I wouldn’t have anything to do with Carter!”

  “Blade told you that?”

  “Yeah, he said he doesn’t even do them!”

  “Blade has an aversion to doing group things for some reason. But you have to realize that I have a lot of control over those final scenes,” I tried to assure her.

  “But if Renegade is gone and Blade doesn’t do them, wouldn’t that leave Carter and his friends like he said?” she asked in a desperate tone.

  “We can discuss all of this when the time comes.”

  “Carter and his buddies normally do it, don’t they?” she asked, struggling to maintain her composure.

  “Normally, but I’ll talk to him about it.”

  “That’s why he’s insisting that I go through all ten levels… so he gets a chance to fuck me in the end!” she practically screamed into the phone.

  “Stop! Just fucking relax!” I shouted back. “You are going to have to trust me. I will make sure that Carter and his friends aren’t involved in the final scene.”

  “You swear to God?” she whimpered.

  “Yes. I will take care of it,” I reassured her. “Nothing is in stone. Level ten can be whatever I want it to be.”

  “So, no gangbang?”

  “If you are violently opposed to it, we will have to go in a different direction,” I told her. “We will have to come up with something that will keep the members happy, though.”

  “Maybe you can electrocute me by throwing a toaster in the bathtub or something,” she replied furiously. “That would be something interesting for them to watch.”

  “There’s an idea, our members love to watch naked women twitch.” I chuckled.

  “What have I gotten myself into?” she asked, turning dead serious once again. “Carter told me that the members would break me.”

  “He has no clue how strong you are, and besides, the members love you.”

  “They will get bored with me and then we’ll have to do something insane in order to keep them entertained.” Her voice quivered.

  “We aren’t going to let them get bored,” I told her sternly. “This whole thing is about learning discipline and tapping into your inner strength.”

  “Yeah, well I’m not feeling so strong anymore.”

  “That’s because you are focused on the wrong thing,” I said in an attempt to redirect her thoughts. “Instead of worrying about levels nine and ten, you should be thinking about how much fun we are going to have next Friday.”

  “You’re right. I definitely feel better when I think about being with you.”

  “Then that’s what you should be thinking about. Now relax and don’t worry about all of this other shit!”

  Raven

  I still felt sick to my stomach after hanging up with Gunner. Visions of Carter and other creepy old men kept flashing across my mind. As excited as I was to do level six with Gunner, I was equally appalled by the idea of doing any sort of gangbang. I will use my safe word and allow Carter to reveal my identity before doing anything with him. I contemplated the idea of that worst-case scenario and tried to get comfortable with it. My mother would never let me live it down. My mother-in-law would probably try to paint me as an unfit mother. In the end, the only one I truly care about is Hannah. My stomach continued to churn.

  My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. It was Amber.

  “Are you all right?” she asked, with definite concern in her voice.

  “I honestly thought I was going to be sick,” I said, explaining my hasty exit. “You have no idea how close I was to losing it.”

  “The look on your face was brutal. You looked like you had been punched in the stomach.”

  “That’s exactly what it felt like.” I closed my eyes and once again tried to shake off the feeling.

  “In the end, it’s your body. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do,” she said, trying to comfort me.

  “I know. I was just thinking the same thing. If he ends up exposing my identity, I’ll just have to deal with the consequences.” Another shiver went down my spine.

  “Blade is back, I’ve gotta run hun,” Amber whispered. “I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

  “Thanks and have fun,” I replied, but she was already gone.

  Why does she get to hang out with Blade, but I can’t hang out with Gunner? Maybe it’s because she hasn’t signed her contract yet. Sitting back in my chair, I had the realization that it was two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon, my best friend was occupied, and my little girl was at her grandmother’s house. If there is anything I can’t stand, it’s being bored.

  It was time to do something else that was completely outside of my comfort zone. I called my mother to see if she wanted to join me for dinner.

  “That’s really sweet of you, dear, but I’m meeting Tootsie for drinks at five and then we are going dancing tonight. Whatever possessed you to ask me to dinner? Is everything okay?” she asked, reverting to her usual demeanor.

  “I just wanted to talk with you about our relationship,” I confessed. “Ever since Dad died, it doesn’t feel like we have much of one.”

  “Oh, honey.” She laughed. “Our relationship was strained long before that, but I’ve come to terms with it.”

  “I thought maybe we could have a fresh start,” I suggested, feeling a bit vulnerable.

  “Sure!” she replied, which was followed by a long pause. “Were you just diagnosed with cancer or something?�
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  “No, I don’t have cancer. I guess I’m just feeling a little lonely with Hannah gone.”

  “Well, if you need to talk, I’m always here for you, darling.”

  “Thanks, mom, have fun tonight.”

  “Oh, I will. Toots is always such a riot.” She laughed. “You know, her son always asks about you. I’m pretty sure he’s still single.”

  “Oh, that’s cool. Does he still live in her basement?”

  “Now don’t get snippy right away,” she scolded. “Remember you were the one who was just talking about a fresh start.”

  “I’m sorry, but I’m not even looking for a relationship right now.”

  “The clock is ticking, so I just wanted to mention it. Both you and Hannah could use a good man around the house,” she continued.

  “Okay, I’ll talk to you later.” I better hang up before this really goes south.

  I opened up the patio door and wandered out onto the deck thinking a little fresh air would help. How did my life get so empty? I thought about all of the friends that I had when I was in school and how I used to wish I had more free time. Now, all of this free time feels more like a curse than a benefit. Maybe I do need a good man around the house. Gunner seems to have a caring side, but the jury is still out as to whether or not he is truly a good man. I wouldn’t mind having him here right now for a little afternoon fun, though.

  The thought of a nice nap was appealing, but between worrying about the future and thinking about Gunner, falling asleep was impossible. I grabbed my laptop, with the intent of going on the website to watch some examples of level eight, nine, and ten. Up to this point, I had taken Gunner’s advice and stayed away, but the unknown was just killing me. I’m not going to watch any of our shows; I don’t even want to see what I look like on camera.

  Gunner

  After doing sets with the two new girls, my third set of the day was with a hot little eighteen-year-old porn starlet who went by the name Victoria Love. She was a little five foot nothing spitfire, with long dark hair who couldn’t have weighed much more than a hundred pounds. Our first two shoots had gone well and after the second set, she had pulled out all the stops, flirting with Carter. She knew exactly how to play him. After seductively running her fingers through his scraggly gray hair, he had personally offered her a residual contract.

  “If you can make it to level ten, I’ll make you our biggest star sweetheart,” he told her. “Gunner here will take good care of you.”

  “I’ve already got my hands full with Raven,” I had told him later that night in his office. “Why don’t you give Blade a chance?”

  “No way, this one has too much potential. I don’t want Blade scaring her off,” he countered. “Besides, she’s not a red head, so Blade will be indifferent.”

  I knew the reason that he didn’t want Blade to scare her off was because he intended to get involved with her in the upper levels. If I take her past level five, though, Raven is bound to have an issue with it, I thought to myself. I sent Renegade a text, asking to come back and help me out. I included a couple of hot pictures of her and told him that I needed his help getting her to level ten.

  Renegade: I’ll think about it.

  Me: I’ll personally guarantee you $100k

  Renegade: I’ll let you know.

  Me: You owe me bud.

  Renegade: I know.

  I had helped him out of several similar situations when he and Sable were first getting serious. They had fallen into the trap of thinking they could work exclusively with each other because a lot of our members have interracial fetishes. Unfortunately, Renegade isn’t very creative, so their popularity faded within a matter of months. It takes a ton of imagination and creativity to make it as an exclusive couple in this industry. I’m sure he can use the money, I remember thinking at the time.

  Unfortunately, Renegade hadn’t responded to any of my texts ever since, so now I had no choice but to take Miss Victoria through level three. Hopefully Renegade will come to his senses before we reach level six.

  “Do you know what we will be doing today?” I asked her when the cameras began to roll on our first live show together.

  “Yeah. You are going to tie me up and abuse me,” she said with a beaming smile.

  “Is there anything you are afraid of doing?”

  “No. I completely trust you,” she replied with a giggle.

  “How did you get into this type of thing?” I asked, shocked by the level of confidence she exhibited at such a young age.

  “I used to have a forty-five year old boyfriend who was a total pervert,” she smiled coyly.

  “Really?” I replied, honestly shocked by her admission. “How old were you?”

  “Sixteen!” she squealed.

  “Wow!” I gasped. That’s so wrong.

  “Hey, if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be here,” she countered, as if he had actually done her a favor.

  “That’s most likely true,” I agreed, trying to shake off the negative feelings. Why would it matter to me anyway? She seems to be fine with it.

  After all, it wasn’t the first time that I had worked with someone her age. This time seemed different, though; she had already experienced things that I couldn’t have even imagined at her age. For some reason it made me feel a little sad. Shit, I must be getting soft.

  “I get off on the pain,” she said, apparently noticing my trepidation. “Don’t hold back, Gunner. I can take it.” She narrowed her eyes and glared at me.

  “Alright, step into the loop,” I said, pointing to the rope next to her feet. After she obliged, I cinched the rope around her ankles and flipped her upside down.

  “I like this, it’s the perfect height.” She laughed as her nose brushed against my bulge.

  I grabbed a pair of scissors and began to cut her out of her tiny denim shorts. I glanced over at the monitor as I finished cutting off her bra and the members were elated so far. Our first live show was off to a perfect start.

  Chapter 3

  Raven

  After pulling up the website, I clicked over to the live shows, hoping to find Blade and Amber. She would die if she knew that I was watching her. The first live show was Sable working over some poor young guy, who looked like he had lost a bet. He was either a great actor or really had no idea what he was getting into. Then another live show popped up on the screen and it was going to feature Gunner and Victoria Love. She must be one of the porn bimbos that he talks about, I thought as I clicked on it. Wow, she’s pretty cute. She looks like she’s still in high school.

  I could feel my curiosity quickly transforming to jealousy as he used a pair of scissors to cut away her shorts. For some reason, I thought that had been something unique that he had only done in our show. I instantly felt a little stupid for thinking there was anything special about what we had done together. It was a show, nothing more. Unfortunately, that was only the beginning of my jealousy. Gunner had left her hands untied, so as he began to use the flogger on her, she grabbed hold of his pants and began to unbutton them. I kept waiting for him to pull away from her, but he didn’t. They aren’t supposed to do this in level three.

  “You are going to have to earn that,” Gunner teased her, as the tip of his dick sprung free and hit her on the forehead. Good, he’s not going to let her do it.

  Then he lowered her a few inches so that her lips lined up perfectly with his swelling head. That fucker! He actually wants her to do it!

  I went over to the edge of the screen and clicked the “Thumbs Down” button. By doing so, I made the approval-rating drop by a point or two. That delivered a few seconds of satisfaction, until I realized that everyone else could see that someone with the username RAVEN was the one who had cast the first negative vote. Fuck! How do I undo it? Shit, it won’t let me.

  Gunner turned her around and tied her hands behind her back, then began to swing her back and forth using her nipples as handles. Each time she swung toward him she would open her mouth and t
ake aim at his stiff cock, but she couldn’t quite reach it. Thinking back, I knew exactly how frustrating it was to be in her position. She suddenly lunged her head forward and grabbed hold of him with her mouth.

  “Ouch! You little bitch!” Gunner yelled in response to apparently being bitten. “Do you think you are in control here?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “You are going to pay for your impatience, you dirty little whore,” he seethed as he walked off camera and returned with a cane.