Sophie Corrupted

by Viktor Redreich

  Fifi looked from Adrian to her Mom, who had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot in annoyance. The small girl decided to obey, shutting the bedroom door behind her.

  Once he heard the radio on, Adrian turned back to Vivian and continued, “How. Dare. You. You ungrateful bitch. Do you have any idea how much all your little procedures cost me? I’m the reason you look the way you do, but it’s other guys who are obviously enjoying it.”

  “Ha! You use me as your fuck toy every chance you get. You get to enjoy this body plenty.” She pushed her titties up for emphasis. “I’ll tell you what, Adrian, I’ll get out of your hair. I’m not sticking around to be told what to do as if I’m some misbehaving child. I’m an adult, Adrian, with a kid of my own. I know what responsibility is. Life has been cruel to me, and here it is, kicking me in the teeth once again. But don’t worry, Fifi and I will be just fine on our own like we always are.”

  “Fine, Vivian, just fine! Get out then!”

  Vivian went to work packing their bags. When she was finished, she swung open the bedroom door. “Come on, Fifi, we’re leaving. Uncle Addy says we can’t stay here anymore.”

  Fifi’s big eyes turned to Adrian’s, welling with tears. “But ... I don’t want to leave, Mommy. Uncle Addy? Why do we have to leave? Was I bad?”

  Adrian took a moment before he spoke. He walked to her and knelt in front of her. “Of course not, Fifi. Your Mommy and I had a disagreement and we decided to spend some time apart. This has nothing to do with you. Okay? Do you understand?”

  Fifi looked at her feet, twisting them around each other. “Okay. I understand, Uncle Addy. I guess.” A tear tumbled down her cheek.

  “Oh, Fifi, stop your crying. We’re going to be fine, just like we always are,” shouted Vivian from the kitchen, irritation stinging her voice.

  Fifi didn’t lift her face as she walked to her wheelbarrow. She picked up the three stray books around it that had fallen out and carefully placed them back inside. She stood there, holding her wheelbarrow handle until Vivian was ready then followed her mom out the door.

  “Can I get a hug, Fifi?”

  “No, Uncle Addy. I’m too sad,” she replied, shaking her head, still looking at her feet. She didn’t even wave goodbye before the door shut behind her. She knew she would never see Uncle Addy again, just like she’d never seen Todd again. Just like she probably wouldn’t see the next guy after a certain amount of time. She was learning the pattern, and it was breaking her heart, but she was getting used to it.

  They walked down the street, the cold night air biting their cheeks. The wheelbarrow squeaked behind Fifi as she hurried to keep up with her mom.

  “Where are we going, Mommy?”

  “Don’t worry, I have a plan.”

  Chapter 7

  Ballerina

  “Mom, wait up!” Fifi hurried along the sidewalk, trying to keep up with her mom’s fast pace.

  They’d been walking for half an hour now and Fifi’s little feet were getting sore. The wheelbarrow overflowing with books she was lugging behind her wasn’t helping.

  Finally, they arrived at Elijah’s building. Fifi’s mouth gaped open as Vivian walked inside.

  “Come on. Hurry up,” Vivian commanded. Her cold hands were shoved into the pockets of the new leather jacket Adrian had given her.

  “Name, please.” The security guard didn’t recognize her.

  She gave it to him.

  He picked up the phone on his desk. “There’s a Miss Vivian here to see you,” he said quietly into the phone, hesitating for a moment before adding, “She’s with a little girl.” A few seconds passed before he nodded his head and hung up the phone. The guard lifted himself out of his leather chair and swung open the massive glass door for them.

  Elijah was at his door before they even had a chance to ring the bell. He was sporting a plush white bathrobe with matching slippers. The slight annoyance on his face washed off when he noticed Fifi clutching the handle of her wheelbarrow filled with books.

  “Well, hello there! We met a very, very long time ago,” he knelt down to greet Fifi, barely acknowledging Vivian.

  “Hi, nice to meet you,” Fifi responded sweetly with the due courtesy she’d been taught to give to strangers.

  Elijah stood and shot Vivian a look, before turning sideways and inviting them into his condo. “Come on in. Have a seat on the sofa.”

  Vivian and Fifi walked in, dragging their belongings behind them. They both collapsed onto the sofa.

  Elijah sat opposite them on an ottoman. “I see you’ve got some books there,” he said to Fifi, pointing at her wheelbarrow.

  “Yes, I love books!” responded Fifi in an excited voice.

  “Oh, yeah? Which one’s your favorite?”

  Fifi looked at the mountain of books that nearly spilled over the top of her wheelbarrow and contemplated his question for a moment. “I’m not sure …” She started rifling through the pile, finally stopping when she’d found what she was looking for. She pulled out one book that had a family portrait on the cover and showed him. “Maybe this one. It’s about—”

  He cut her off, smiling, “Yes, I know what it’s about. It’s one of my favorites, too. It’s good to see you are developing a love for reading.”

  She smiled at him, opening her book nervously and flipping through it.

  “You are growing into a lovely young girl, Fifi. Vivian, you must be proud,” he said, finally looking at Vivian. “Would you like some ice cream?”

  Fifi’s head shot up. “Oh, yes please!” She looked at her mom and asked, “Mom, can I please?”

  Vivian smiled and nodded her approval. Elijah rushed off to his kitchen. He returned with a fancy crystal dessert bowl holding a few scoops of orange ice cream. Handing it to Fifi, he said, “It’s mango sorbet. I hope that’s okay.”

  Fifi giggled, taking the bowl from him. “Sorbet is for grown-ups!”

  “Oh, is it? Sorry, I didn’t know there was that big of a difference.”

  She took a bite. “Mm, it’s good though! Can I eat it anyway?”

  “May I,” corrected Vivian.

  “Sorry, may I eat it anyway, Mr …”

  “Elijah, just call me Elijah. No Mister, please. And yes, of course, that’s why I brought it for you!”

  Fifi dug into her dessert.

  Elijah looked at Vivian and motioned for her to join him in the other room.

  “Fifi, babe, we’ll be right back, okay? Elijah is going to show me something.”

  Vivian followed Elijah into the dining area. They were far enough away that Fifi couldn’t hear. She gave him a sultry look.

  “Why did you bring her here?” Elijah clearly wasn’t in the mood.

  Vivian was taken aback at first, but she was prepared for this reaction. She had known it wouldn’t be as easy with Elijah as it had been with Adrian. “I got into a fight with my husband. He’s been acting inappropriately with Fifi, so I had to get her out of there. I didn’t know where else to go.”

  Elijah’s face filled with concern upon her mention of Fifi being mistreated.

  “I’m very sorry to hear that, Vivian. That is concerning indeed. Are you going to report him?”

  “Yes, but my first priority is making sure Fifi is okay. That means finding somewhere safe for her to stay.”

  “Of course. But I’m sorry to say, you can’t stay here.”

  Vivian forced the waterworks, and sure enough, her eyes welled up. “Please, Elijah. We have nowhere else to go. If I go to my mom’s, he’ll find us. I don’t know what else to do.” It was a true gift, being able to cry on cue. “It would just be for a few days.”

  Meanwhile, Fifi started walking around, exploring the apartment. Vivian could see her admiring the view from the corner of her eye.

  “That’s how it starts, doesn’t it?” asked Elijah bluntly and rhetorically, staring out to his jacuzzi. “You say you need a place to stay for a few days and then a few days become a few weeks. You try to wriggle your w
ay into my life using your daughter as emotional bait.”

  Vivian was shocked by his response. Has he no heart or does he know I’m lying, she wondered. She laughed nervously but held her composure. “Elijah, please. It’s just for a few days, I swear. Just until I can get back on my feet.”

  Crash. The loud sound of shattering glass attacked their ears. Vivian cringed, looking over to see what Fifi had done. Great timing, Fi, she sighed.

  Elijah and Vivian rushed to the living room where they saw Fifi standing over shards of smashed glass, among which was a daintily pointed female foot, the fringe of a tutu, and a modelesque face with long lashes and high cheekbones—the shattered remains of what had once been an elegant sculpture of a Russian ballerina.

  Fifi looked at them, her face streaming with tears. “I’m sorry!”

  “Are you okay?” Elijah asked. “Are you hurt?” He took her hands and inspected the palms.

  “No, I’m fine. I feel bad; she was so pretty. I just wanted to see what was behind. I’m sorry Mr. Elijah! I didn’t mean to knock her over!” Fifi broke down into body-wracking sobs.

  He let her hands go. “You seem to be okay. Listen, don’t worry about it.” He tried to comfort her. “I never liked that big ugly thing anyway. Come here, stop crying.” Elijah pulled Fifi into his broad arms. “There’s no reason for the tears.” Kneeling beside the broken pieces of glass, he hugged her to his chest. He’d never even hugged Vivian before. “It’s all going to be okay.”

  Her sobs calmed under his soothing voice.

  “Fifi, Elijah says it’s okay, so stop your crying now, please,” Vivian scolded her daughter impatiently. She’d been in the middle of something. “We have to go anyway.”

  “But why, Mommy? Is it cuz I broke the ballerina?”

  “No, baby.”

  “Don’t be silly, darling girl. The important thing is that you’re all right. I don’t care about the sculpture. I’ll clean it up and forget about it.” Elijah lifted back up to standing and reached into his pocket for his wallet. He opened it, pulled out three crisp bills, and handed them to Vivian. “This should cover your stay somewhere safe for a few weeks. Take care of her.”

  Chapter 8

  Trashy woman

  “Come over tomorrow afternoon and spend the day watching hardcore porn,” instructed Elijah over the phone. “Use the vibrator on your clit but don’t penetrate. I want your hole tight. Don’t allow yourself to cum either, I want you getting worked up and stopping just before the point of orgasm, so you’ll be needy and dripping.”

  Vivian’s relationship with Elijah had evolved over the past few weeks. She no longer brought up the topic of her moving in, and she never mentioned her daughter. After the disastrous incident that had occurred when she had shown up at his door, Vivian had realized that Elijah would not be as easy to manipulate as her exes had been. So, to convince Elijah to support and provide for her and her daughter, Vivian decided she needed a more extreme approach. She had to be a total slut for him, to debase and degrade herself for his pleasure, prove to him there was nothing she would not do for him. Only then would he give her the key to his heart, and more importantly, the key to his house.

  The very next morning, after he’d sent her away, she had turned up at his door.

  The moment he opened the door, she dropped her dress to the floor and stood in front of him naked.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “I’m begging you to let me suck your cock.” She’d never called him sir before, but the honorific title seemed only appropriate given how inferior she felt in his presence. Her begging to suck his cock was her way of telling him that all she wanted was to satisfy him. And satisfy him she did. In every way she could, she became his whore. He could fuck her against the wall if he wanted to or push her face in a cushion and take her from behind. He could spank her if she didn’t moan loudly enough or choke her if she was screaming too loudly. Her body was his to pick up and slam onto the sofa or bend her over the balcony railing.

  He fucked women all over his house, except for his bedroom. His bedroom was off-limits, to her especially, because it was his sanctuary and it had to remain hygienic. That meant if Vivian had to change her clothes or take a shower, she couldn’t use his master bathroom. Instead, she had to shower and do her makeup in the guest bathroom. It wasn’t even inside the apartment, instead, it was on the balcony. It was an odd layout but allowed jacuzzi users ease and convenience. The bathroom didn’t have any privacy; it had been built with glass walls that seemed almost purpose-built for a show.

  To Elijah, it didn’t matter if he had company and could see her showering. In fact, he encouraged her to be naked when his guests were around. It was humiliating for her to be treated like a living sex doll and he enjoyed inflicting that degradation on her. Vivian did her best to swallow her pride though. Nothing was more important than winning Elijah’s approval.

  Before long he was instructing her to put on elaborate showering shows in which she foamed her big, fake breasts with a soapy sponge, letting the water drip down her curves in an exaggerated and highly eroticized display.

  She’d developed a routine for when Elijah was entertaining: she would lift herself out of the jacuzzi so that her arms pushed her cleavage, giving his guests the best view of her tits. She would be wearing a skimpy bikini at that point, and once she was out of the water, she’d throw on one of Elijah’s luxuriously thick, white bathrobes and walk to the bathroom. She’d then remove the bikini underneath the bathrobe, turn the shower on hot to fog the window just enough to tease the guests. Then, she’d make a big show out of taking the bathrobe off, revealing her naked body.

  Once in the shower, she’d spend a lot of time soaping up her boobs. Vivian was sure she had the cleanest tits in town. As the soap ran down from her boobs to her pussy and ass, she’d concentrate on those areas too, caressing and rubbing herself in all her sweet spots, bending over to clean her feet and provide a particularly erotic view to the guests. By the time she was finished, she could usually see at least a few of Elijah’s houseguests shifting uncomfortably, doing their best to disguise their hard-ons.

  It wasn’t long before Elijah was giving Vivian stacks of cash on a regular basis, sending her on shopping sprees to buy more skimpy dresses, stilettos, lingerie, and cosmetics. He asked her to invite her friends—Elijah remembered Diane, Valerie, and Josie from the night they’d run into one another at that club. “They’re very cooperative,” Elijah had pointed out with raised eyebrows.

  So, Vivian invited them. Her high-class stripper friends were used to ‘play dates,’ such as the one she knew Elijah had in mind, she hadn’t hesitated. It would be nice to have some girls to share the spotlight with too. Vivian was getting tired of being the only one completely debasing herself, though she wasn’t planning to stop. She had a compulsion to please Elijah in any way, shape, or form he demanded.

  Vivian and Diane easily fit inside the balcony bathroom shower together, but that didn’t stop them from pretending like it was far too small for the both of them. Their big, fake tits rubbed with every turn, and fingers slipped inside various crevices as they lathered one another for Elijah’s guests.

  “Don’t give them too much,” instructed Diane. “You have to tease before you please.”

  Vivian always learned so much about seducing men from her stripper friends.

  Toward the end of the shower, Diane leaned in and planted her hot mouth on Vivian’s, the two made out for a minute or two, but no longer. Diane pulled away, leaving Vivian breathless, the steam from the shower adding to the scene.

  They emerged from the bathroom to see Elijah waving them in to join him and his friends, and Josie and Valerie, who were already getting busy with two men. He sat with his friends across his ample sofa, pouring himself more whiskey. Diane had brought plenty of costumes for her and the girls to change into. Vivian was wearing a see-through, lace onesie that accented her tits perfectly. Diane wore a chained, hooded monokini that had a bondage loo
k to it. Both were rocking their ultra-high heels. They had taken time before leaving the bathroom to re-apply their thick, painted-on makeup. They’d also been careful when showering not to wet their hair, so their locks still looked luscious as ever.

  Vivian and Diane strutted into the living room to hoots and hollers from Elijah’s houseguests. They plonked themselves down on a free sofa. Vivian often felt embarrassed by how Elijah and his guests treated her, but she felt so much more confident now that her friends were sharing the attention. She caught Elijah watching Josie dry hump his friend, noting his hard cock. He noticed her looking at him and turned his head to wink at Vivian. She could tell he was happy with her and that made her proud. Maybe now he’ll let Fifi and I move in, she thought, hopeful.

  After that day, Elijah began requesting that Vivian invite her friends around nearly every night. And since Elijah always supplied plenty of expensive booze and handed out fat stacks of bills upon their departure, her friends happily accepted every invitation. Each time, Elijah would push them to do something more degrading than the time before.

  For Elijah’s birthday, he’d asked for a full-on strip show. He’d rented poles and swings, lighting, a DJ, a smoke machine, and all sorts of erotic equipment for the occasion. Diane and Valerie had invited a few of their other stripper friends to coordinate some new routines to perform for Elijah and his friends. Vivian and Josie even tried their hand at the pole with some simple moves Valerie had taught them. It had been an enormous success and Elijah had rewarded them handsomely.

  Then one day, everything changed.

  She hung up the phone after hearing Elijah’s instructions. He had never been so direct or crude with Vivian before, and it shamed her to be treated like such a bimbo. At the same time, she couldn’t deny how right it felt to blindly obey his every command.