Sophie Corrupted

by Viktor Redreich

  The girls were in stitches once again.

  “O-M-G. They think they own you, don’t they? Like, just cuz you paid for my tits doesn’t mean they’re yours, dude. I swear Adrian would follow me into the toilet to stare at them while I take a shit if I let him.” Vivian continued with the boyfriend bashing. “And he’d be inside me twenty-four seven if he could. That man is addicted to my cunt.”

  She high-fived Valerie with a cackle, who picked up where Vivian had left off, “At least you can feel him inside of you. I swear to god, ninety percent of the time, I don’t know if Frank has put it in or not. He’s the size of a french fry.”

  They ordered and downed another round of shots.

  “Ha! Think that’s bad? Gary only ever wants to fuck up the ass. So, I never get off unless I figure it out myself. What kind of dude only does it up the back door? Is he gay or what?”

  Vivian jumped in again, “Oh, oh, Adrian clings to me like a koala bear and whines, ‘baby, I’m cumming’ every. Single. Time. It’s so annoying!”

  “No fucking way. Jake does that too. Do they watch the same porn or what?”

  The girls all doubled over with laughter. As their laughter calmed down, a group of men brushed past, all dressed in stylish outfits, sporting shiny loafers and Rolexes. Just their target market.

  One of the men stood out from the rest. Over six feet tall, he had a relaxed, easygoing demeanor. There was something familiar about his sharp eyes and confident stance but Vivian couldn’t put her finger on it. The top two buttons of his fitted Henley shirt were undone, drawing attention to his defined chest and shoulders as well as his svelte frame. Dark washed jeans, and casual black lace-up boots completed his look.

  Vivian ordered another round of drinks. “Who’s going to come chat these sexy boys up with me, ladies?” she asked with a wink.

  She walked to them with Diane and Josie, all sipping on the cosmopolitan martinis Valerie had just handed them—purchased by another group of guys on the other side of the bar. They were used to scoring free drinks, and indeed, expected it.

  Vivian always felt extra confident with her girlfriends, who made a living off seducing men. She had learned a lot from them. It wasn’t long before they were chatting with the guys like old friends. Diane was a flirt, always touching one of them in some way, on the arm, on the chest, on the shoulder, sometimes accidentally on the crotch. One of the guys ordered them another round of cosmopolitans and invited them to sit at their VIP booth. The girls happily agreed and eagerly following them.

  Diane had caught the eye of one guy who already had his hand on her ass. When they got to the booth, she didn’t hesitate before sitting right beside him. Within moments, she had climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. “You asked me what I do? Let me show you,” she hollered.

  The three girls were getting rowdy, now on their fourth drink. Vivian and Josie whistled and then men high-fived, cheering Diane on.

  “You think that’s something special? Let me show you how it’s done, Di.” Josie climbed on top of the guy beside her, giving him an extra emphatic lapdance.

  The men were whooping and whistling, clearly enjoying the free show.

  Vivian felt a gentle nudge in the ribs.

  “My turn?” She turned and was caught by sparkling blue eyes boring into her, with a cheeky smile creeping up his face.

  “I’m not a dancer,” Vivian replied.

  “I’m joking. I don’t like lap dances anyway.”

  “Who doesn’t like lap dances?”

  His grin turned into a sly smirk and he put his hand out to shake hers. “Hi, I’m E.”

  “E? Like the letter?”

  “Yup.”

  She giggled and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you E. I’m V.”

  “I like the letter V. It starts some of my favorite words. Vivacious, voracious, victorious …”

  Vivian held up her hand to his face with a mock exasperated look on hers. “Okay, okay, I get it. You have a good vocabulary.”

  “Vocabulary, too!”

  Vivian rolled her eyes and nudged him back playfully. God, he’s cute, she thought. A bit lame but cute.

  He reached to the table and plucked out the bottle of Belvedere from the ice bucket. “Can I pour you a drink?”

  “Sure. Vodka cran, please.”

  He put his index finger in the air. “Vodka, too!”

  Vivian shook her head into her hands jokingly. He poured two glasses. She eyed him carefully as he did so. He looks so familiar. Is he famous? Maybe I’ve seen him on TV. His muscular jawline was covered with a carefully groomed beard speckled with gray hairs. He was older than her so they couldn’t have gone to school together.

  E handed Vivian her glass and lifted his to cheers her. As he did so, his hand slid onto her thigh. She felt hot tingling shoot up her leg toward her nether regions. The next thing she knew, they were kissing. She wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on around her, but she sensed that her girlfriends were gone. She overheard the words “merger” and “transfer” from the table and assumed that E’s friends were talking business. But Vivian didn’t care. His lips were so kissable. She moved her hands from around his neck and lowered them to his chest. Slowly, passionately, she unbuttoned the remaining two buttons of his Henley shirt and began kissing his neck. Lower, lower her lips moved until she was kissing his chest. As she was doing so, she stopped suddenly and gasped.

  “Uh, is something wrong with my tattoo?”

  Vivian shook her head, still in shock. “I’ve ... seen this tattoo before.” Her mind raced. Beneath his collarbone, above the middle of his chest, was a tattoo of two serpents intertwined.

  E was dumbfounded, not seeming to recognize her at all despite her newfound recollection of his bare chest.

  “Elijah!” Her memory of that night came flooding back: the wine, the kissing. The pee and barf. The wheelbarrow.

  “How do you know my name?” Elijah was taken aback.

  “Oh my god. You’re the Elijah who came over to my place when my daughter was newly born. Her birth name was Sophie, but you called her Fifi. I’ve called her Fifi ever since.”

  Chapter 6

  Kick to the balls

  “Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one-hundred. Ready or not, here I come!” she shouted from behind her hands.

  Fifi and Adrian were playing her favorite game: hide-and-seek. Since Adrian’s condo was much more spacious than Todd’s had been, there were so many more hiding options for the seven-year-old.

  Fifi ran, arms flailing, straight for the closet in Adrian’s room. When she saw that he wasn’t there, she checked under the bed. He wasn’t there either. As she did so, Adrian jumped out from behind his bedroom door, tickling her from behind. She shrieked and giggled as he lifted her up.

  “You cheated!” she wailed.

  “I did not! How did I cheat?”

  “You’re supposed to wait ‘til I find you to come out.”

  “But the tickle monster possessed me again!” he said then reach out with his large hands, gripped her around the sides, and tickled her.

  Fifi burst into wild giggles. When the tickling ceased and she got hold of her breath, she asked, “Uncle Addy, can I have a piggyback?”

  She climbed onto Adrian’s back and he skipped into the living room. His and Fifi’s relationship was truly developing into something special. He adored her, and her him. He’d even passed up a promotion because Vivian had asked him to spend more time at home. She’d been going out more often in the evenings and someone needed to spend time with her daughter.

  After running around the living room for a bit, Adrian plopped his behind onto his sofa with Fifi still on his back. She climbed off. They reached for the remote control at the same time. Fifi snatched it first, but Adrian’s hands latched onto it before she had a full grasp of it. The two started play fighting over the remote.

  “But I want to watch X Factor!” whined Fifi.

  “No way! My team’s
kick off is on in five minutes!” Adrian mocked exasperation. “Tell you what, you can watch X Factor for ten minutes and then we switch it to mine. Deal?”

  “Okay, deal,” Fifi agreed, shaking his hand.

  At that moment, Vivian emerged from the bedroom dressed in her usual skimpy attire, decked out for another night out—fishnet stockings, smokey makeup, fake leather everything.

  Adrian looked at her and sighed. He got up, walked over to her, and spoke quietly, so Fifi couldn’t hear him over the TV, “You’re going out again?”

  “Yeah, didn’t I tell you? It’s ladies’ night at Valerie’s friend’s bar. Free drinks!” Vivian was putting on her long, dangly earrings.

  “No, you didn’t. And to be honest, don’t you think you’ve been going out a bit much lately? I mean, I love hanging out with Fifi, but you should really spend some more time with her.”

  Vivian rolled her eyes and huffed.

  Adrian continued, “And besides, don’t you want to spend some time with your boyfriend once in a while? It’s starting to feel like I’m being a bit ... used.”

  “Oh Adrian, you’re being dramatic. I’ll be back before eleven, and we can spend some time together then. Okay?”

  Adrian was silent as Vivian sauntered over to Fifi and gave her a kiss. “Mommy loves you, baby.” She then gave Adrian, who was looking at her with wide eyes, a peck on the cheek before waltzing out the door.

  Vivian arrived at the address she’d been given. She wasn’t going to any ladies’ night; that was just a white lie she’d told Adrian to get him off her case. The condo building reached far up into the sky, all white, with huge windows and expansive balconies scattered across it. It was in a prime location in the middle of the city. The lobby was marble and mirrors with elegant statues and sparkling chandeliers.

  “I’m here to see Elijah Pine,” Vivian announced to the security guard.

  “Name, please?”

  “Vivian.”

  He checked his records and got up to open the glass door to let her through. The elevator ride to the twenty-first floor was smooth and silent, like being wafted up to the heavens on a cloud. On the way, Vivian took a moment to check herself out in the mirrored doors, admiring her ass, waist, and boobs. The doors whooshed open, Vivian walked along the plush carpet to Elijah’s door and rang the doorbell. The door unlocked automatically and she let herself in.

  The open-plan condo she walked into left her breathless. The floors were dark hardwood and the living room was furnished with long, inviting leather sofas. High ceilings allowed for grand windows that presented an uninterrupted view of the city skyline. Sharing the view was a long glass table that could seat a party of twelve, maybe more. Huge sliding glass doors were open, letting in a pleasant breeze that made the long, sheer curtains dance at their sides. Vivian walked toward the open doors and saw that they led to a balcony nearly the size of the ground floor inside. To the far left sat an oversized jacuzzi in which Elijah sat with his arm around another woman. They were both naked. He turned around and smiled at Vivian, motioning with his head for her to come and join them.

  Vivian slipped off her high heels, followed by her dress, then her fishnet stockings. Naked, she stepped inside the bubbling jacuzzi.

  “Welcome, Vivian. This is Krystal,” Elijah winked at her.

  Krystal’s chocolate hair poured down her slender body. Her plump tits were not quite as big as Vivian’s, but her big, brown eyes and button nose made up for it. Vivian did her best to hide her jealousy of Krystal’s modelesque face, smiling at the pretty little thing. Elijah handed her a glass of bubbly, and the three cheered before she took a big swig of the expensive champagne.

  Vivian didn’t waste any time; she leaned over to Elijah and kissed his delicious lips. Her lips trailed down his neck and chest. Krystal took her cue and did the same on the other side. Elijah, meanwhile, sipped his champagne while being attended to by two beautiful women. Pangs of jealousy continued to rise in Vivian’s belly. She slipped her hand upward on Elijah’s thigh until it found his balls, which she began fondling under the water. Feeling he was hard, she moved her hands farther up to his cock, and began stroking it. Elijah pulled himself up out of the water then positioned himself at the edge of the jacuzzi with his hard, thick, throbbing pillar. Vivian followed him, taking his dick in her mouth, and deepthroating him the way she’d learned to do with past boyfriends. As she did so, Krystal fondled and sucked on Vivian’s breasts. It felt amazing, so Vivian moved to allow her better access.

  Enjoying the show, Elijah removed his cock from Vivian’s mouth and gently pushed the two women’s heads together, encouraging them to make out. They obeyed, switching between devouring one another’s mouths and suckling each other’s breasts. After a while, they turned their attention back to Elijah’s cock, licking his balls, slurping up and down the length of his shaft, their warm tongues fighting to service him.

  Suddenly, Elijah’s phone buzzed. He reached over to the table that held the champagne and picked it up. “It’s work, ladies. I have to handle this,” he said then stepped out of the jacuzzi, walking over to a deck chair where he sat to talk on the phone.

  Ignoring his hint for some privacy, Vivian followed him and knelt in front of him with her ass perched in his direction and guided his cock into her pussy. She pushed back against his rock-hard cock repeatedly, using her body to fuck him while he was on the phone. Krystal joined her, rubbing her tits against him as he conducted business. He didn’t seem to mind.

  Finally, Elijah hung up. He turned Vivian around to face him and grabbed her face. He fucked her throat hard, grabbing fistfuls of her hair until he exploded in her mouth.

  Vivian captured each and every spurt of his hot semen in her mouth and held it on her tongue with an accomplished look on her face. Krystal moved toward her and kissed her, sucking Elijah’s cum out of Vivian’s mouth with a slutty smile. Elijah watched the women giggling and passing his semen back and forth between each other’s mouths, observing how it became thicker and more frothy as is mixed with their combined saliva. When the foamy fluid began to drip down their chins and fall onto their naked breasts, he put on a bathrobe, apparently uninterested in watching them lick the jizz off each other’s titties.

  “Sorry to put an end to this, ladies, but I need to deal with some work stuff. Let’s do this again sometime.” His eyes were alight with the sparkle of an indulged man.

  The next evening, Vivian stepped into the living room dressed and made up once again like a high-class hooker.

  Adrian wasn’t feeling so forgiving this evening, especially after how casually Vivian had dismissed him the night before. Fifi was absorbed in her TV show, so Adrian shot up from the sofa, marched over to his girlfriend, and grabbed her by the elbow. “You’re not seriously going out again, are you?”

  Vivian recoiled from his grasp and yanked her elbow away. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

  “I’ll tell you who I am. I’m the man of this house. My name is on the lease. I buy the groceries and pay the bills and look after your daughter. I’m sick of being walked all over,” Adrian spoke in hushed tones to avoid Fifi overhearing.

  Vivian stared at him blankly. “Oh, well excuse me, I didn’t realize that since your name is on the lease, you get to tell me what to do.”

  “Vivian, act like a sullen teenager all you want. You know this isn’t right. Something is up. There is something you’re not telling me and, honestly, I’m sure I probably don’t want to know. But it stops now,” His voice rose and gained irritation.

  “Maybe I should just go back to Todd. He’ll teach me a lesson, I’m sure.”

  “Yeah. That’s another thing, Vivian. I did some research. You were never married to Todd. You lied to me. Which makes me think you’re lying about all kinds of other things as well.”

  Vivian’s eyes widened, but she did her best to disguise her shock. “Oh, yeah? Like what?”

  “I don’t think you went to a ladies’ night last night. I thi
nk you lied.”

  “Fuck you, Adrian.”

  Adrian marched over to the table and picked up his phone.

  By now, Fifi was aware that her Mom and Adrian were arguing. She pulled her blanket up to her shoulders as if cowering under it.

  “Let’s see then, shall we? I’ll call Valerie and ask her how the night was.”

  Vivian scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. “Go ahead, Adrian. But I’m not sticking around to be humiliated like this.”

  “You think you’re the one who’s humiliated? I’m the one who sits at home with your daughter while you go out dressed like a whore, fucking other guys for all I know!”

  “It’s not my fault that you never go out, Adrian. It’s not my fault that you’ve developed some weird relationship with my daughter. She’s not your kid, so what exactly do you get out of this relationship anyway? It’s borderline creepy. What kind of thirty-eight-year-old man spends all his time with a seven-year-old? You’re a total loser.”

  “What kind of—Jesus Christ, Vivian. What the hell are you implying? You are insane. I have sacrificed everything for you. Did you even know that I passed up a promotion a few weeks ago so I could spend more time at home with both Fifi and you? No, of course not. You’re never home, so how would you know that? Did you know I skipped going to the gym and sacrificed my physical fitness to give Fifi the parental attention she needs? The attention you don’t bother to give her? Do you think about any person other than yourself?”

  “Oh, Adrian, once again, the drama queen. All this time at home has given you far too much time to let your thoughts spin out of control. I did notice you’ve let yourself go, that’s for sure. Just like every man, as soon as you get into a steady relationship, you pack on the pounds and expect me to look perfect all the time. Look at me, and look at you. Tell me, what doesn’t add up?”

  Adrian’s eyes widened with fury. He turned to Fifi momentarily. “Fifi, baby, can you please go into the bedroom and put some music on? Your Mommy and I need to have an adult conversation. We won’t be long.”