Please note that all characters in this story are entirely fictional.
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Steed was elated.
Jessica was devastated.
He was celebrating his conquest; his successful manipulation, his result!
She was incapable of coherent thought.
After a few minutes glorying in the scenes on the screen, Steed moved through to the living room, and found himself faced with Jessica's prostrate body.
She had dressed herself, albeit skimpily, and now lay on the floor curled up as if to say 'if I stay here with my eyes closed it will all go away'.
But of course it wouldn't.
Fowler stepped into the room and stared down at his 'victim'. He smiled. He was in no hurry.
Jessica didn't move.
From where he stood he could see one side of her face resting on her arm. He studied her. Her face really was beautiful and her legs appeared sleek and tawny. She had thrown on a loose blouse and cut off jean shorts and the naked skin of her back that showed where her top had bunched up was provocatively suntanned.
He moved to her, crouched and gazed. Jessica's head rested on her left arm with her elbow sticking out. Her right arm hung limply across her chest with the upper part pushed against the side of her breast over which her blouse was pulled snugly. He felt a pang of desire when he saw her hard, jutting nipple through the light fabric and smiled as he saw strands of her hair moving wispily to the touch of her breath.
Her blouse had three buttons fastened leaving a bare triangle above her hip that revealed her flat, toned stomach as the skin bordered the short, brief cut off denims. The low hung nature of the shorts highlighted the folds of alluring skin where her groin started and it felt, to the watching lustful eye, that he ought to have been able to see a tantalising glimpse of her trimmed public hair. Fowler was unsure as to whether she had fainted or not.
"Hey, hey Jess."
Nothing.
"Come on baby, talk to me." He reached out and, lowering his hand, touched her shaking her right leg.
"Come on, wake up." He was certain that she was only sleeping, no doubt overcome by the events of the past hour.
Jessica didn't respond so he handled her more vigorously, shaking her whole body watching her loose breasts wobble enticingly.
She moaned. Then she moaned again and slowly brought her right hand up to her face rubbing her eyes and cheeks back to life.
Jessica smiled and momentarily seemed to forget what had just happened. Then it came flooding back. She froze and lay motionless before sitting quickly upright, eyes wide with alarm.
"It's okay honey," Steed told her in a somewhat condescending manner.
"No it's fucking not Steed. You're blackmailing me to join your seedy little venture. What the fuck will those morons pretending to be wrestlers do to me Steed?"
"I know what I'd like to do to you."
"Eh?"
"Never mind them, I know what I'd like to do to you," he repeated.
"Cut it out Steed, I'm serious; you could be in heaps of trouble over this you know."
"No baby, you're the one in trouble," he mocked.
"Fuck off!" Jessica yelled. He had never heard her swear so openly, so much before. But then she was mightily pissed off.
He stood up to return to his make shift studio. Whilst his back was turned her hands moved quickly down the front of her blouse moving from button to button. In a flash all were undone and she stood facing him with her blouse pulled wide open.
"Steed!"
He turned and smiled staring at her naked breasts.
Jessica was breathing heavily, she looked great. Her tits were perfect - dark erect nipples pointing straight at him.
"What?" he answered.
"You can have me if you scrap the tapes and leave me alone."
"Really?"
"Yeah, sure."
"I'll think about it."
She gasped at the audacity of the man.
"Steed, come on ... please?"
"Take off your shorts and we'll see."
Nibbling on her bottom lip Jessica swallowed hard and, being ever mindful of her predicament, unbuttoned the fly of her cut offs. Hooking her thumbs under the sides of the shorts she tugged them down, bending slightly as she lowered them. Her breasts swayed under the action.
Once the cotton material had been lowered to her knees she let it drop and stood back up as the shorts bunched around her ankles. Freeing her left foot she kicked the garment away with her right. Then she pressed her legs together tight.
She wore no panties.
"Beautiful!"
Jessica looked at the floor embarrassed. "Now do we have a deal?" she asked.
"Turn around," Fowler commanded.
She let out a deep sigh and then followed his orders. The entire length of her back and legs was tanned and Fowler stroked his concealed erection as he thought of her lying naked on the tanning bed.
"Okay, face me again."
She did as she was told.
Now get down on your back and spread your legs for me.
"No!"
"Suit yourself." He turned to walk away once more.
"Please Steed, come on, just fuck me and be done with it."
"Look babe if you're not playing ball it looks like the films hit the net or you present our show."
"Okay." She snapped. Then she was down, on the floor flat on her back and her legs were spread wide; her pussy gaping.
"Sweet as honey." He drooled lasciviously at the sight before him. Jessica had never been so humiliated in her life.
Okay, stand back up and turn around... slowly." Fowler once more issued his command.
Jessica did as ordered, turning away from Fowler, showing him her ass. Then she kept turning until she once again faced him.
"I didn't mean all the way around," he said.
Jessica once again swivelled her body, but this time stopping with her back to him. He made no sound at all as she moved for him. Not to being able to see him heightened her sense of exposure ... she wanted to know what he was doing whilst she paraded so lewdly in front of him, giving away her body just to save her career.
"Take off your top and spread your legs again," She did as she was told and the blouse she wore as her last vestige of modesty fell to the carpeted floor.
"Good. Now bend at the waist and look at me from between your legs."
Jessica gasped when she saw the upside down figure ogling her. His trousers and underwear were off and his hard cock was facing her erect and ready. Not only was it rock hard, but Fowler's penis looked much bigger, longer and thicker, than she remembered it. She was also very aware of how exposed she was, and as the cool air infiltrated her pussy, it became evident that her labial lips had parted for this perverted bastard to see all he wanted.
Fowler told her to come over to him and Jessica gratefully stood upright once more. As soon as she was standing next to him, totally naked, he reached out and placed his hand between her legs. Jessica gasped. This was awful. She tensed, but didn't back away as she felt his finger move slowly down the length of her slit and push painfully into her pussy.
"You're dry. Rub your clit, I want you wet."
Jessica didn't know how much more humiliation she could take. This cheap shot bastard had his finger inside her and she was about to masturbate for him.
Jessica located her clit with her forefinger and began a slow rubbing motion. As she became more lubricated Fowler's still resident finger began to move slowly in and out while she stroked herself for him. He stared alternately at her finger and then her face. Jessica didn't know which was more embarrassing. Soon digits from the hands of them both were moving more freely, sliding over the ever hardening nub as her natural lubricants were released allowing him to finger fuck her with an ever increasing pace.
Fowler removed his finger and so Jessica stopped circling her clitoral button.
"Get on my lap," he ordered.
Retaining as much decorum as possible, Jessica sat on Fowler's knee sideways with her knees together, but was quickly told to straddle him. She stood up and lifted a sleek leg across his lap and then sat once more. She glanced down and saw his hard cock pointing up at her.