With A Twist(29)

And it was fan-fucking-tastic. She was a fantasy come true and if I’m completely honest about it, the only thing I’m regretful about is the fact that she felt it her duty to go all the way. That she felt pressured to make sure that our duplicity would not be discovered. That she ultimately sacrificed her body so Lance would not be suspicious of us. Yeah… I’m fucking regretful that all of my grandiose plans to make sure she would never have to go too far in her role were a complete, fucking bust, and all because I was too weak to insist she stop.

Simon’s office door opens, and Lance walks in with a shit-eating grin on his face. He takes the seat next to me. “So, how did our girl do?”

He knows fucking well how she did. He was watching—I’m sure of it.

I’m also sure that he was able to see enough to know that it didn’t take me long to get off, and that I came hard, so there’s no hiding the fact it was fucking great.

“Man… she’s got some mad skills with that mouth of hers.” And then, because I want to turn the conversation to something far more interesting to me, I say, “Her buyer is going to be very pleased with her.”

“As long as she doesn’t bite his dick off as a means of rebelling.” Lance snickers.

I could so imagine Andrea doing that, but then I put that out of my head. To imagine her biting off her captor’s dick means I would have to imagine that she actually gets sold to him, and I’m not going to let that fucking happen.

“Speaking of rebelling,” I say to turn the conversation toward the actual abduction in an attempt to see if Lance will give me any further details that could be helpful to my planning. “I’m going to slip Nikki the drug after she finishes her last dance tomorrow night. It takes about forty-five minutes to take good effect, so I figured I’d just bring her back here to Simon’s office and hang with her. Do we have a long drive ahead of us to make the exchange?”

“Not a long drive,” Lance says dismissively of my question. “Hey… maybe you’ll get another blow job from her before the transfer. I’ve never tried it, but I know X takes away your inhibitions.”

Lance laughs and gives me a brotherly punch to my arm.

“Yup… definitely lowers inhibitions. Wouldn’t say no to another blow job, either,” I tell him with a fake, toothy grin of slimy brotherhood even though I’m disappointed as fuck he won’t tell me any details about where the transfer will take place.

“It was a good call to suggest the X,” he says as an afterthought. “She won’t be knocked out, but I’m still a little worried she may put up a fight.”

“Nah… Ecstasy generally produces euphoria. She’ll be too happy to fight. I scored some with a little bit of ketamine mixed in, so she’ll be a little loopy. I’m going to tell her we’re taking her to an after-hours party for her to dance. She’ll be totally compliant.”

“That’s a good plan,” Lance says soberly. “That shit with Carla was a fucking fiasco. You did a good job handling that too.”

I learned pretty quickly that Lance and Simon both value humility, so I shrug my shoulders carelessly. “Wasn’t a big deal.”

“Will you have any problem giving Nikki the drug?”

“Nope. She drinks a Diet Coke after every dance. Creature of habit. I’ll just slip it right in.”

“And you don’t think she’ll fight at all?”

“Definitely not. I’ve used this drug on a lot on women,” I tell him with a lecherous grin. “She’ll be like putty in my hands.”

Lance stares at me a moment, and then says, “That’s good. Because I’m not going to be at the transfer, and I need to make sure you can handle this alone with Simon.”

A jolt of euphoric adrenaline over this news spikes through me, but I carefully school my features. I appear bored when I say, “It’ll be fine. Trust me… she’ll do anything I tell her to after I give her the dose.”

“You do a good job with this… Simon’s going to bring you into the operation. You’ll get a cut.”

“Fucking awesome,” I say with fake glee. “I’m so ready, dude. You both can count on me.”

Lance nods his head in agreement as I move my way further inside the circle of trust. Stupid fuck.

“I know we can count on you. I felt good about you the minute we brought you in.”

Lying fucker. Forcing Andrea’s blow job on me was a means of testing my loyalty. Thanks to Andrea… I passed with flying colors, so he might trust me now, but he didn’t just half an hour ago.